Gay Erotic Stories

As noted in parts 1 & 2, Carl had introduced me to the world of male sex, and I loved it. It was at this time that I realized that I was gay, and I told Carl. Carl didn't have a problem with it, but he told me that he considered himself straight and that while he enjoyed fooling around with me, we could never "be together". I accepted that fact and told him that a simple fuck buddy relationship was just fine with me. Carl also surprised me when he told me he fooled around with other friends from our hometown and that they all wanted a piece of me. About mid-way through the fall semester, Carl and I had been sucking and fucking on a daily basis. However, Carl's old instincts about getting pussy returned when he found out that an old girlfriend was going to attend his cousin's wedding. We continued getting each other off until about a week before the wedding. After that, he politely told me that he wanted to hold off for a while because he was going after his old girlfriend and he wanted to be horny for her. I understood, but after having sex daily for nearly two months, I started going crazy about mid-way through the week. I could have easily jacked off at any time, but because of the intense sex with Carl, I really needed and wanted sexual contact. There was this gay bar not too far from campus, and I was really intrigued about going there and possibly meeting someone who wanted a relationship, not just sex. I told Carl about my feelings, and he wasn't too happy with the idea. This was during the mid-80's and the AIDS epidemic was well underway and not too many people were well informed. Carl confronted me about this, and he emphatically told me that if I ever hooked up with one of those fags, he would never do anything with me again. I was initially shocked by his reaction, but after a while I became extremely angry. What's up with that motherfucker? I thought. He can go around fucking anything because he's straight, and I have to sit around waiting for him. For the rest of the week, I broached the subject with Carl, but I made up my mind that I was going to at least check the place out. Friday came, and Carl left for the wedding. It was about two in the afternoon, and I had planned on going to the bar when happy hour began at five. After a two hour nap (we all slept a lot in college, didn't we?), I went to take a shower to get ready. (Yes, as you may have noticed, I am one clean fairy.) When I got out of the shower, I heard a knock at the door. I wrapped a towel around my waist and answered the door. It was Mike, one of our old friends from high school who we always partied with. Mike's pretty hot. He's 6', 180 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, and a toned body lightly dusted with dark hair in the middle of his chest and on his arms and legs. "Hey, what's up?" Mike asked. "Just got out of the shower man. I was getting ready to go to happy hour," I replied. Damn! I thought. I shouldn't have said that. Now, he'll want to go and fuck up my plans. "Oh, sorry,” Mike said. "I just got some killer weed, and since y'all always hook me up, I though I’d party with you." "Well Carl's not here," I said in a feeble attempt to get him to leave. "That's OK. You don't need his permission to party, do you?" He had me there, so I let him in. Mike had also brought a case of beer, and after putting it in the fridge and getting us each a one, he sat by me on the couch to roll a couple of joints. We then started bullshitting like we usually did. The fact that I had only a towel barely wrapped around my waist didn't matter, which at the time seemed kind of odd to me. He didn't lie - it was some really good shit. After finishing the first joint, I wasn't feeling any pain. Mike lit up the second one. After a couple of tokes, he asked me if I wanted to shotgun. "What is that?" I asked because I had only started smoking the semester before. "It's simple,” he said. "I put the joint in my mouth and I blow the smoke back to you while you suck it in." "OK, let's try it." Mike flattened his tongue and firmly planted the joint between his teeth. He motioned for me to get really close and started to blow the smoke into my mouth. Once he saw, that I was getting the hang of it, he let go with a really huge blast of smoke. I took it all in, but my head started spinning, and I nearly blacked out. "Fuck!" I said through the haze. "That was intense." "You want to try to give me one?" he asked. "I don't know about having the lit end in my mouth." I replied. "It's easy, I'll show you. Just flatten your tongue." I did that. "Now put the joint in your mouth and bite down on it. You have to do it really fast so the smoke doesn't get to you." I did it and immediately began blowing. Mike inhaled all of it, and I was surprised at how easy it was. When I took the joint out of my mouth, I was shocked to see Mike's hand on my upper thigh. He had apparently put it there to balance himself, but he did not move it. He simply took the joint from me in his other hand and placed it in his mouth to give me another shot. When my shot was done, he gave the joint back to me. I placed it in my mouth and started blowing, but Mike completely surprised me. Instead of staying a few inches from my face, he put his lips right on mine. I was so shocked that I almost swallowed the joint (Mike caught it in his teeth). "Damn Mike, what was that?" "You get a better shot that way. Besides I didn't think you'd mind. Your dick is hard. I think you liked it." Mike then pulled off the towel, grabbed my dick, and pulled me in for a long deep kiss. "You're one of the guys that Carl gets off with, huh?" I said after we broke off the kiss. "Yeah, Carl told me you two were fooling around and he wanted me to keep you company while he was gone. He said that I’d enjoy myself; you're a hot fuck." That motherfucker! I thought. He had planned this to prevent me from going out and finding anyone by sending a hot guy was there to take care of me. Mike motioned for me to get up, and we walked to my bedroom. He had me lay on the bed, and he did a slow strip tease for me. When he had everything off, I couldn't believe my luck. His chest and legs were well defined; his ass was perfectly round and smooth; and his dick was 8" long and 5" wide with a large mushroom head. He then slowly crawled over me and started kissing me. He worked his way down my body - licking my ears, neck, nipples, underarms, and stomach. When he got to my groin, he bypassed my dick and began licking and sucking on my nuts. I though I would die. He then slowly licked my head, reamed my pisshole, and bathed both sides of my dick with his tongue. In one quick gulp, he swallowed my cock to the base and began bobbing on my rod like a madman. Because I hadn't cum in a week, it didn't take long for me to get close. I tried to get him to stop, to subdue my impending orgasm, but he wouldn't. I let go with a huge load, and he eagerly swallowed every drop. After my dick had softened, Mike let my dick drop from his lips and he came up and gave me a long deep kiss. We tongue wrestled for a while, and damn near ripped each other’s tongue out. I then got on top of Mike and worked slowly down his body, making sure not to miss anything. When I got to his crotch, I also licked and sucked on his plum-sized balls before focusing on my prize. Despite the fact that his dick was larger than Carl's, I had no problem swallowing his pole and resting my nose in his pubic hair. God, did he taste and smell great. I really wanted his cum, and it was my turn to suck like a madman. Mike began moaning and breathing extremely heavily, and when I felt his nuts draw up in his sack and he began arching his back, I knew what was next. Mike flooded my mouth with cum. He did not cum as much as Carl, but it was much thicker and sweeter. I didn't swallow it all. When he was finished, I kissed him and shared some of his juice with him. "Fuck, you really know how to play the skin flute!" Mike said breathlessly, and we both started laughing. "Get down there and suck me some more," he said. I went back down on him and slowly brought his cock back to life. Mike then started to lift his legs. "Eat my ass, bro!" he ordered. Carl had never let me do this to him, and because I had always wanted to, I dove between Mike's cheeks and licked, sucked, and nibbled on his sweet hole. It was my first time, but I must have been doing it pretty well because Mike was moaning "Yeah, Yeah" and his dick became hard as a rock. "Fuck my ass! Come on give me your dick!" he begged. "Wait, I need to get some lube." "Look in your nightstand." I was a little puzzled because the Vaseline was in Carl's nightstand, but when I opened the drawer, it was there. That fucker must have put in there before he left. I slowly started fingering Mike's ass, but he really wanted to be fucked. I applied some lube to the end of my dick and started to enter him. His ass swallowed my dick, and in no time, I was pounding his ass. "Oh yeah! Fuck me!" he cried. I must admit. All that practice with Carl had paid off. I was able to hammer his hole for a good 15 minutes before I blew in him. After I came, Mike reached up, threw me on my back, lifted my legs, and began eating my ass. Since it had been a week, I didn't want to waste time with any foreplay. I wanted dick. (If you're familiar with the term puckered pussy, you know what I mean.) Mike rammed his dick in me and fucked me for a good 20 minutes. When he came, his load was quite a bit larger than what he had blown down my throat. For the rest of the weekend, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd smoke, drink, and suck/fuck whenever one of us got hard, which was quite often for two 19 year old guys. In between bouts, Mike told me that although he was straight, he really enjoyed male sex. You know just getting a nut with no commitments. In the hometown group, Mike was considered the bitch and always got fucked. Because his family was rich and he always got a lot of pussy, the guys didn't feel bad about using him to get a nut. Mike is an extremely good-natured guy, and he didn't mind if that's what they wanted because he considered them good friends and they always got his rocks off, too. Sunday morning, Mike left quite early because he was meeting his family for a Saints game. After I finally got up around 10, I finished up some school work and vegged on the couch to watch some football. Carl got home sometime around noon. "How was your weekend?" he asked. "You know, you fucker!" "I thought you'd like it. You didn't tear up Mike's ass too much?" "No, but he tore up mine," I said sarcastically and we laughed. "Did you tag your ex?" "Yeah, I got some snatch, but you know what?" "What?" "It was fun and everything, but that bitch is fucking nuts." "Why do you say that?" I asked because she and I were pretty close in high school and she always seemed nice and sane to me. "Last night she was talking about us getting back together and getting married." "What did you say?" "I told her I wasn't ready for that shit. I just wanted to hang and have fun." "What did she do?" "The bitch slapped me, started crying, and ran out of the room." "Did you try to talk to her?" "No, fuck that cunt! I don't have the time or desire to fool with that shit just to get a nut. Besides I got you." "You think so?" "I got you to stay home this weekend, didn't I?" "Yeah, but now I know how hot I really am. Thanks to Mike," I boasted. "Well I guess I just need to keep coming up with a few more surprises for you." "Like what?" "You'll find out soon enough."