Gay Erotic Stories

It was the summer before my freshman year in college and I was on campus for summer orientation. I was actually rather bored after having sat through what seemed like endless speeches aimed at acquainting us with campus life and how to succeed in college. My father had accompanied me, but he wasn't sticking close to me, feeling I had to find my own way around and meet new people unhindered. I was usually pretty good at making friends. I had been reasonably popular in high school and was pretty outgoing. For some reason, though, I was having a rough go of it this time. I don't know whether it was the new surroundings making me insecure or what, but I was still a loner by dinner time the first day. I guess that's not entirely true. There'd been several girls making attempts to get to know me better. People say I'm attractive, although I never thought I was anything but average...just another face in the crowd. I'm blond, with blue eyes, about six feet tall, with a slightly better than average build. But anyway, I was polite, talkative to a point, but broke off our conversations after a while. After all, they were barking up the wrong tree. I'd known I was gay since at least the middle of high school. When you have no desire whatsoever to go out with girls, but would give anything to get in bed with the guys you see every day, there's only one conclusion to be made. I don't think anybody thought I was gay. I didn't date at all, but I think most people saw that as shyness, or innocence, or something like that. At least, nobody ever hinted at thinking that. But I digress. I was standing in line waiting for food, sighing periodically, wishing I had decided to go to college with my friends instead of being ambitious when the crinkle of a map drew my attention to the entrance to the dining hall, which was off to my left and in front of me. There, folding a campus map was my dream guy. Some of you reading this may scoff, or wonder if I lived in a leper colony for grade school after reading my description, but to each his own. You wouldn't like me mocking your tastes. Starting at the bottom, he was wearing leather loafers, the informal type you do yard work in. His legs were thinner than mine, but hardly spindly, coated in fine brown hair. He wore white shorts with a brown leather belt, and a navy blue polo shirt tucked into his shorts. He was not overly muscular, but well defined. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, a cute, slightly upturned nose, and a well defined, clean-shaven jaw, although he was the sort where his beard darkened his skin no matter how recently he'd shaven it. My jaw just about dropped when I saw him. I got that queasy feeling deep in my stomach and my ears stopped registering sound. He looked about for a second, finished folding his map, and walked past me. After a few seconds I returned to reality, got my food and sat at a table, by myself. I had just eaten about half my french fries when movement caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I glanced in that direction and saw a tray with food on it, and beyond it a navy blue polo shirt tucked into white shorts. I looked up and saw the same guy from before. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, smiling. I would have done anything he asked, so long as he smiled while saying it. I didn't hesitate though, in nonchalantly saying, "Not at all." "Thanks. I don't really know anybody here. I'm from out of state," he smirked, placing his tray down and sitting across from me. "Sounds like we're in the same boat," I said. "Well great. Name's Seann," he offered his hand. "Mark," I took it. His handshake was firm, something I liked in a guy. I won't bore you with our dinner conversation, it wasn't particularly interesting, just the usual "What's your major?" and "Which dorm are you living in?" (although, as far as the second issue goes, he lived in the hall next to mine, something I was excited to hear). Once we had finished eating, my mood sank, fearing we'd go our separate ways and I probably wouldn't see him again. That quickly reversed itself, however, when he said, "The next assembly sounds pretty pointless. You want to help me find where my classes are going to be?" Again, with that smile. Hell, not only would I help him find his classes, I'd take him to find his professors, and to purchase his books, and tutor him in all of them seven days a week, I thought. Again, without hesitating a moment, I replied, "Sounds good to me." "We can look for your classes too," he said as we walked outside and off toward the rest of campus. After finding all the appropriate halls (most of them were locked, as classes weren't even close to in session), we found ourselves back at the main hall, listening to the final lecture of the day. The upperclassmen's attempts at levity were quaint, but most of the new freshmen ended up laughing in ridicule or simply rolling their eyes. Seann and I were doing the latter (we had a similar sense of humor -- good). Once that had wrapped up it was time to head to the dorms. We were staying in dorms that night, not the ones we'd be in permanently, but just temporary ones for orientation. On the walk there, I thought to ask where he was staying that night. He pulled out a sheet of paper with the hall and room number written on it and said, "Adams, room 109." "Hey, that's my room too," I said. "Cool. This way I know my roommate isn't some psycho," he said, looking at me and smiling again. When we got to the hall, the entrance opened into a small lounge beyond which a corridor of rooms extended. Sitting on a sofa near a coffee table were two guys, one of whom had a deck of cards in his hand. "Hey, you guys wanna play?" he asked, motioning at us. "Play what?" I asked. "Whatever...we could do hearts since we've got four," the other guy said. I looked at Seann and he shrugged, saying "Sure." We began playing and hadn't gotten too far when two girls entered the lounge and stopped short at the door. "I think we've got the wrong floor," one said, going to turn around again. "No, I think we've found the right one," the other smiled, surveying us sitting at the table. I mentally rolled my eyes. The other two guys at the table were pretty good looking, although my attention was totally drawn to Seann. One of the other two told them to pull up chairs. "So what are you playing?" the one who had wanted to stay asked. "We were playing hearts, but that's only for four," one of the guys said. "We could play poker," the other guy said. "Let's make it interesting," the interested girl said. "Let's play strip poker." The two other guys enthusiastically agreed, while Seann and I shrugged our assent. I was a good poker player, so I wasn't too concerned. Even so, I was equipped with nothing to be ashamed of, so if it came to that, it wasn't too huge a deal. After some time of playing, during which I was wondering how long it would take for some supervision to walk in on us, Seann and the other guys had been reduced to boxers while I still had my shorts on. The girls were still wearing their shorts and had sports bras on. (For clarification, we'd been playing so there's no penalty for folding, which made for a long game. I guess we trusted people to not be stupid and fold every time.) The other two guys at the table were nicely built, their boxers revealing nothing, and I couldn't have cared less about the girls, but Seann, Seann didn't disappoint me. His chest was again, not too muscular, but his pecs were well defined. He was hairier than most people my age, a fine coating of brown hair covering his pecs and running down in a wide strip into his boxers. I was hooked. I hid the fact I was looking at him by glancing at the door and the drawn windows, which was beyond him. One of the girls, the interested girl, had gotten a little annoyed, and insisted that no one would walk in. So, anyway, the game continued until the girls lost again, by design, I think. They went to remove their bras, faking reluctance. I'm not even going to comment. The two guys we'd joined initially were visibly turned on by this. They weren't even concerned with concealing their visibly growing hard ons. One of the guys was a pretty good size, the other a little on the smallish side, but not bad. In the next two rounds, the girls purposely lost again and again, now fully naked. Predictably, the two guys suggested we stop here, unless the girls resented the way things would end. "Well, I don't think it's too fair," the interested girl said. "Maybe you can make it up." With that, the guys dropped their boxers. In a whirlwind, the four of them had dashed outside (it was dark now and this part of campus near the woods, not well lighted). In the aftermath, Seann and I were left sitting at the table with six piles of clothes around us and cards strewn about the table. "Gee, I wonder what happened here," I said suddenly, breaking the silence. Seann laughed. It was enough to encourage me to make him laugh in the future. "You, know," Seann said, looking over at me with a lopsided grin, "it's not fair that you kept your shorts on." "Maybe I can make it up to you," I said making fun of those who'd departed. "Nothing fancy, just take your shorts off," he said, moving to get up. "No, I won fair and square," I said standing and running to the opposite side of the table than Seann. "If those ditzes hadn't lost intentionally all those times, you would have lost again," he said, in a stance ready to dart around the table in either direction. "Well it's too bad they lost intentionally then, huh?" I smiled. He made a quick move to his right, sending me around the table counter-clockwise. It was just a fake though, and Seann just about grabbed me as we nearly collided. I ducked under him, though and made a run for the corridor with the rooms. Next thing I knew, Seann had lunged at me from behind and planted his hands right at the belt loop of my shorts. With the sudden jolt, I lost my balance and fell forward while my shorts traveled backwards toward Seann. When I hit the floor, I realized he'd grabbed more than just my shorts - he'd taken my boxers also. I glanced back. He had fallen with his face about even with my feet, my boxers and shorts around my ankles in his hands. He glanced up, staring directly into my ass. "Sorry!" he said, trying not to laugh. He got up on all fours, taking my shorts and boxers with him. I rolled over onto my back and shook my head, chuckling. "Here," he said. "I'll make it up to you." He slid his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and dropped them to his knees, and pulled them off over his legs extending behind him. I was not disappointed. The slight hairiness of his torso exploded into a forest of brown hair around his soft, uncut dick and his balls, which hung about two inches below. I quickly glanced up to his face, worried he'd noticed my stare, but he was still looking intently at my package. After a second or two he looked up, and realizing I'd caught him looking, blushed slightly. He offered his hand, which I took, and used it to rise to my feet. I then pulled him up off his knees. We were then face to face, naked, our bodies only an inch apart. We simultaneously closed our eyes and kissed just lightly on the lips. Within seconds both our cocks had grown to full attention and were pressing into each other. We took a step back and laughed a little. He was six and a half inches hard, just about my size. "Want to continue in a little more privacy?" I asked. "Yeah, I think we should," Seann smiled. That smile...I would have gone down on him that instant. We picked up our clothes and went to our room. We walked into the room and heard a door open in the hall. Seann stuck his head out (the one on his shoulders). One of the nearby students was looking out into the hall, squinting. "Keep it down a little! Everyone's already gone to bed!" the guy said. "Sorry!" Seann said, sending the other guy back into his room. Once inside with the door locked, we kissed again, deeper this time, our tongues gently caressing each other. Seann gently pushed me onto one of the beds, with my legs below my knees hanging off the end. He slowly laid on top of me, our cocks pressed flat between our stomachs. He kissed my neck gently, and with a string of kisses went down between my pecs, past my navel and was finally staring directly at my rock hard tool. I sat up and spread my legs slightly. He grasped the base of my dick with his right hand and placed his lips slowly around my deep red head. He began to suck gently and bob his head slowly and deliberately. "Oh Seann," I moaned, never having had a blowjob and quite enjoying it. He pulled up on my foreskin, covering my head with it and then inserting his tongue underneath the fold of skin. Pulling back, he uncovered my head, kissed it, then licked its underside. Finally taking it all back into his mouth, he continued to suck in earnest. I knew it was his first time giving a blow job as I yelped softly when he kicked my shaft accidentally with one of his canines. He placed his hand on my thigh in a apology and continued. It being my first time, I was rapidly approaching climax. "Seann, I'm gonna cum," I whispered between moans. He only sucked harder until I unloaded in his mouth. I panted for a while and looked down at Seann. He gazed up at me expectantly, and I could see his rock hard dick standing out between his legs. We switched positions, he sitting on the edge of the bed. I gazed directly at his stiff cock, a drip of precum glistening on his tip. I took his head into my mouth and began to suck. I took a few breaks to explore the rest of his rod with my mouth, but returned to his head each time. He began to moan softly and then to gently buck his hips. It being his first time too, he reached climax quickly too, saying, "Mark, I'm cuming!" as he blew his wad against the back of my throat. He fell flat against the bed, his chest rising and falling with each pant. By the time he'd cum, I was ready to go again, my cock hard and sticking straight out. I stood, and Seann noticed. He pulled his knees to his chest, revealing a hairy crack and a tight pucker of an ass hole. "Fuck me," he whispered, smiling again. I looked about for something to use as lube, and conveniently found a tube of KY Jelly in the drawer underneath the bed. After lubing us both up, I positioned myself in front of him and placed my head at his hole. With his legs over my shoulders, I pushed into him slowly. Even with the lube, Seann grimaced. "Are you okay?" I asked, stopping. "Yeah," he gasped, "just go slow." I withdrew and pushed back in until my balls rested against his ass. I repeated this again, but his warm legs against my chest, his tight ass, and his great smell were too much and I went over the edge, unloading up his ass. By now, Seann was ready to go, his hard on resting against my chest. I pulled out, and we switched positions. After lubing us up again, Seann pushed into me. I could feel every inch of his meat enter me. The pain was present, but not too much to bear. He was slow, and like me came after a few thrusts. Now both spent, we fell asleep in each others arms. We woke with the sunlight streaming into the room. Neither of us wished to move, so we remained, my head resting on his chest, his hand gently caressing my hair. We finally had to leave, however. At the checking out table, we stood, our packs slung over our shoulders. "Well," I said, "I'll see you this fall." "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he smiled. In the car, driving away from campus, my father asked, "Did you meet anybody?" "You could say that," I smiled and glanced out at the passing trees.