Gay Erotic Stories

I had realized that I was gay from a rather early age. The realization that I was a sexual being started at an early age, but at age 8 to 12 years old, the sexual experiences I had were the usual juvenile "show me yours and I'll show you mine" kind of thing. As I continued to mature, I had no direct sexual contact with another person until I was almost 22 years old. I knew that my attentions were focused on other men, but I took no action on my impulses. Our culture does not support homosexual life and I knew this without being told at an early age. So I had suppressed all action, but still had the urges. All this changed one Saturday afternoon. I am an athletic person although I never participated in organized sports in high school. I have always enjoyed soccer and basketball and have joined the local teams at my nearby recreation center. As a result, I have a trim muscular body and without too much immodesty, I am proud of my physique. That Saturday, I put on my jogging rags, which consist of an old tank top, jock strap, and gym shorts and left my apartment for an afternoon run. The Houston community where I live has a lengthy network of asphalt paved trails that are ideal for jogging and biking. I set out on the trail and had been running for less than half an hour when I realized I had to pee. The thickly wooded areas along the trail offered plenty of privacy and leafy cover for a quick detour into the foliage. I hopped into the brush for a distance of perhaps 15 or 20 yards and lowered the front of my shorts and jock under my balls and began to relieve myself. As I did so, over the sound of my urine splattering on the leaves of the underbrush, I heard the sound of something or someone moving through the brush. I turned my head to my right and saw a young man of perhaps 30 moving toward me. He too was dressed for jogging, and I at first assumed that he had no intent other than mine: taking a leak. He didn't say a word, but quickly pulled his clothing down to his thighs and began to urinate. He stood no more that 15 feet from me. My own stream had all but stopped, and I allowed the last of the piss to dribble out and then milked my dick for the last drop or two. We were facing the same direction, but a quick glance or two told me that he was about my height and weight and was nicely equipped with an impressive penis. Although I had squeezed the last drop from my dick, on impulse I did not immediately pull my shorts up. Instead, I simply paused and held my hand on my dick which was beginning to fluff up a bit. With my head downward, I turned it slightly to get another look at my fellow pisser. He had a full hard on. He looked at me directly and began to massage his cut dick. It looked considerably larger than mine which by this time was standing at full attention. I knew that something was about to happen. The anticipation caused a sudden lump to appear in my chest and throat and I could feel a rush of blood to my head. I did not know what I should do. Should I speak or just stand there and hope that he took action. I had never been in a situation like this and the uncertainty I felt caused me to just stand there, frozen. He didn't speak, but instead just nodded his head and smiled. He then pulled up his shorts and stepped over and stood very close to me. He stood on my right with his chest next to my shoulder. He was very good looking and being so close to me, I could feel his breath on my face. He reached out his right hand and gently held my dick. The intense feeling of another man's hand on my dick for the first time caused me to take a very sharp and audible intake of breath. My abdominal muscles almost went into cramps as the rush of feeling that I had never known before swept into me. He placed his left hand on my left shoulder and squeezed gently and pulled my body even closer to his. My reaction was so intense that I could hardly think. His fingers began to explore my penis and as he gently pulled and massaged it, I could not suppress the soft moans and grunts from my mouth. My own arms and hands seemed immobile and I let them hang at my side. Placing his left hand to my head, he pulled me even closer to him and then gently kissed my right ear. He then put a warm moist tongue into my ear and all but caused my legs to collapse. My knees suddenly had no rigidity and I slumped slightly from my standing position. He supported me and continued to kiss the right side of my face. As all this was happening, he continued to stimulate my dick. He ran his tongue down the side of my neck and then placed a full, moist, open-mouth kiss in the area between my ear and shoulder. As he pressed his mouth to my flesh, I could feel the coarse hair of his beard and it caused my to make a cry of pleasure that could have been heard by anyone nearby. My ass muscles contracted, causing my dick to snap sharply several times. Each time my dick pulsed, my hips involuntarily pumped forward. It was if I were fucking his hand with no conscious direction from my brain. My only awareness seemed to be the pleasure of nerve endings in my flesh being stimulated as I had never known before. Until now, his fingers had only pulled and felt my dick. But now he began to stroke the length of my 6 inches faster. He gripped my crank in his fist very gently and allowed his forefinger and thumb to slide over the head of my cut dick with each stroke. As he jerked me off, he looked down at my root watching and taking pleasure in what he saw. I was able to look down at my purple headed dick and watched as clear prostatic fluid began to appear, signaling an approaching orgasm. The fluid began to ooze out and some of it worked its way between his fingers and my helmet and spread it's silky smooth coating. The pre-cum began to make soft smacking sounds with each stoke of his hands. My excitement built and I became aware of the tension that I had already felt, begin to invade my rectal muscles. My abdomen tensed and I felt the orgasm begin somewhere behind my dick. The sensation of needing to piss started building as the semen filled my urinary passages. My entire body became rigid as the contractions in my gut forced the semen from my dick in long streams. I don't know how many contractions followed. I was only aware of my own moans and the sound of my semen falling on the leaves of the plants in front of us. After the last gut wrenching contraction had left my body, he then gently milked and pinched off the last drop of semen from the end of my dick. He firmly hugged me and placed one more kiss on my cheek and whispered "Thanks!" With that action, he stepped away from me, smiled and walked away. My wobbly legs barely supported me as I put my clothing back in order. I was not able to jog back to my apartment but instead walked most of the way home. Since that day, I have thought about the incident and realized that although I wanted to do so, I never laid a hand on him. I could easily have touched his dick, but did not. I have chalked that up to the fact that it was my first sexual experience. I wondered too, why he did not suck my dick, but instead chose to masturbate me to orgasm. The answer to that question, in this decade, is a matter of safety, and the whole incident brought me to realize that he was practicing safe sex. It was a lesson that I have remembered in these last few years and continue to remember as I enjoy sex with other partners.