Gay Erotic Stories

Work was slow, so I volunteered to clock out early-, which I rarely do- normally I'm desperate for hours, and I don't usually have the luxury of not working my ass off to keep all of my bills paid. I rolled into the driveway at about 10.45 PM (early for me) and was really surprised to see Eddie's jeep in front of the garage. We had been roommates ever since he got divorced from that psycho-chick over a year ago. Eddie and I get along really well--maybe too well. We're both late 20's, brown hair, blue eyed frat boys who like to wrestle around and pop back a few beers with the boys now and again. I'd say we're very close, and I was more than happy to have him move in (to my house and to my life.) I walked in to the front door quietly, since I didn't want to wake him up if he had fallen asleep in front of the TV in the living room again. As I closed the door and turned around, I noticed a line of stripped-off clothes leading up the stairs--apparently today's road construction work was especially dirty and Eddie wanted to start his weekend as soon as possible. Same old Eddie...just leave the mess and deal with it later. Oh well, that's what bachelor living is all about--no harm done. I got to the top of the stairs where Eddie had dropped his white Calvin briefs. I reached down to pick them off the floor--and then I couldn't resist looking in the crotch--they were streak-free and still quite white for being in such a sweaty environment all day, however they still carried the scent generated by supporting Eddie's massive swinging tool all day. Sure enough, there was Eddie- sprawled out on the couch, a couple empty beer bottles and even a half-downed bottle of vodka...wow... The TV monitor was on, but was on a blue screen--quietly waiting for it's next command. He was laying face down, cheek buried into a pile of throw pillows, ass turned out like he had been humping the furniture and just fell asleep. He was snuggled in on the oversized cuddly couch--and damn if he didn't look adorable, lying there in a pair of Joe Boxer boxer briefs. Wait a minute--grey boxerbriefs--were those my shorts on my roommate’s ass? We're close, and sure I'd loan him my t-shirts, shoes, even a pair of pants once, but never something like this. I wouldn't expect him to ever get THAT close--usually his boundary line was much further back. Well, I decided to take a shower, get settled in, then deal with my roommate--and get him put to his bed if necessary- -so I went into my room to put my things down and undress- and as I did I noticed my underwear drawer was slightly ajar, and that my Joe Boxers weren't where they were when I left, which confirmed my thought earlier. As I got in the shower, I thought about how great Eddie looked wearing my shorts--my ass isn't nearly as muscular and rounded as his is, and I know from catching glimpses of him on the way to the shower that his low hanging Italian salami had my more modest offering beat by at least 2 inches. I put my head under the shower water and let the warm pellets strike my naked flesh--and I noticed that I was starting to throw some wood--my pecker was rising like a construction crane--faster than it normally responds. "Weird. Oh well, must be the wine I had earlier," I thought, and got out and toweled off. By the time I went back to the bedroom, my cock was ready for serious action--a big cigar needing to be smoked--but my girlfriend was out of town until the 1st of the month. I grabbed my favorite pair of GAP plaid boxers and pulled them on over my raging 7" hardon, hoping that it wouldn't be too noticeable to my wasted companion. I walked out into the living room to a surprise- Eddie was awake--and had started a porn tape on the VCR. He was now on his back, and was pretty aroused. He had his hands inside the waistband, and was messin’ with the mighty Goliath as I entered the room. "What's up Eddie?" I said as nonchalantly as I could, knowing that I'd still probably be catching him in a potentially embarrassing moment. (This scene had never been part of our roommate bonding times before-) "Damn Bob you scared the shit out of me!" he retracted his hands from under the waistband, leaving a swollen pole barely contained, and very visible in the pouch. He brought his hand to his navel and tried to play it off as a scratch and stretch, but he knew he was caught--especially with the VCR running in the background... "Don't stop on my account..." I said with a shitfaced grin, staring at my buddy’s obvious crotch rocket. He reached for the remote, and hit the stop button, again still pretty embarrassed. "What are you doing home so early?" "The restaurant was dead tonight, so I opted out. We popped open some red wine, and all got toasted a bit. I wasn't really in the mood to be there, so it worked out good. Nice underwear, dude-" "Yeah, I kinda borrowed ‘em from you-" "So I see" I said, again smiling. "I was out of clean shorts, since I haven't done laundry yet..." "When you moved in here, I said you could use anything of mine, as long as you returned it in good condition--but those look kinda like they're gonna be all stretched out!" I said with a laugh, pointing at his enormous Italian woody. "You fucker!" he said, playfully lunging at me--and falling into my lap from his drunken state. "Woah- dude- easy. You're a little shitfaced." "No," he countered, as he righted himself on the couch, remaining closer in proximity to me than his original position, "I think I'm very shitfaced," he said, scratching his balls luridly. Just doing this simple masculine act, unashamedly and without fear, I couldn't help but pick up on the raw and rugged nature of this man--the testosterone was overwhelming and intoxicating like the beer and vodka mix on his breath. I felt my own cock stir, rolling over the top of my right ballsac on the way towards true north. As it moved, I felt a slight breeze on my pubic hair, still warm from the shower, and realized that my old boxers were puckering open and I was probably giving Eddie a peep show. I decided to not draw attention to it, and hope he didn't notice or make a big deal of it if he did. "Today is my three year anniversary--well, was." Eddie said, stretching, and tossing his hands thru his matted blond surfer hair. "Oh- man I'm sorry." "I'm not- just glad to be rid of that bitch." "I hear ya dude-" as I reached for a half-drunk longneck of Guinness sitting next to the couch and took a swig. I handed him his bottle of Vodka. "Here's to all the psycho-bitches we've laid…" I toasted his glass and we both drank--me to the bottom of the bottle I had, and he an appropriately messed-up volume of Yeltsin's favorite brain killer. "AAAAAHHH!" he exhaled triumphantly, beating on his chest... "Damn that's good!" This brother man cub was undeniably hot--and sitting here on the couch, both of us, boys in the prime of life, shirtless chests ripped and nipples hard, clad in only our (my) underwear was really turning me on--and my cock was a cobra emerging from slumber- without realizing the cobra was out of the cage--blatantly sticking out the fly at full attention. "God I'm so horny--looks like you are, too-" Eddie said, gesturing at my pole. "Oh shit!" I started to turn red, and started quickly reaching for pillows to cover up. "Don't worry about it--I'm the same way," he suddenly yanked his shorts down, leaving us both cock-hard sitting on the couch. I couldn't help but stare at my roommate’s impressive equipment--and clearly he was so blitzed that all inhibitions were gone on his part--this was my time to stare if I so desired. "FUCK!" I said as I stared. "What?" "That's got to be the biggest fuckin’ cock I've ever seen." "Thanks--but you should see my older brother!" he said. "Well--what now?" I looked at Eddie, wondering if he wanted to do something about all this nakedness. "I was just about to bust a nut...do you want to...join me?" He hit play on the remote. I wondered if Eddie would regret has actions, once the vodka buzz was gone. Then I thought, "What the hell? It's just beating off" "I think I may need to--I certainly won't be able to get to sleep like this," I said, taking my shorts down to my knees. Just then the images came on the screen- it was a threesome--but the positioning of the participants was a little misleading--we were stroking ourselves a moment or two before I realized that it was a woman--and TWO GUYS! I looked over at my buddy with a little bit of a surprised look--I didn't expect him to be in to anything like this--he seemed to be about as straight as they come. He was looking back at me, enjoying the look on my face. "What in the hell? Are you gay?" "Not really- but sometimes a good bi-flick can really be a turn-on, after all, when you have the equipment, you kinda know what to do with it, right?" He reached over in my lap and began to rub the inside of my leg, right next to my chubby. It jumped from the extra stimulation and slapped the back of his hand. In all of our horseplay and bonding times, I never expected anything like this, even when he would pin me down and put his jeans-covered crotch near my face. I didn't think anything about it. I guess there's a lot of things that he did that maybe now I will reconsider. "Is this OK?" He asked quietly, as I began to take shallow breaths. "Yeah- I guess--I stammered"- not sure if going forward with him being drunk was a good idea. As he stroked me, I laid back and closed my eyes, really enjoying the fact that my closest buddy in the world was pleasuring me in such a good-natured way. I got lost in the moment, and I guess I wasn't paying attention, because the sensation suddenly changed. One of the dudes on the screen was getting a major blowjob by the other guy, and I looked down to find Eddie sucking my cock, right down to my short and curlies. It was the first time I'd ever been sucked by a man before, and the difference was night and day. "OH SHIT!" I threw my head back hard against the couch, reacting to this new pleasure. I put my hands on my buddy's head, and drove him to my root. He slipped off my cockhead with a loud slurp and looked up at me, smiling. "What do you think?" "OH my God!" was all I could make out, and he continued... "You've gotta suck me off too, man, or I'm stopping right now!" He said, staring me down with that killer smile, knowing he would get what he wanted. He was always a gifted negotiator. Like I could say no after feeling his amazing tongue all over my dickhead. We were close buddies, and I loved him like my own brother, so what did I have to lose? "Dude, I'm not swallowing your spunk--OK?" I said as I moved into a 69 position. For the first time, I had a set of low hangin’ balls and a little pink male hole hanging over my face to play with instead of the juicy pussy lips I was more used to. Eddie continued to job me as I slowly approached his award-winning man meat with my mouth. I got brave, put it in my mouth, and started to move it around, suck it, and it was like having a pronto pup that I wasn't suppose to bite down on. Man, this guy wasn't kidding when he used to brag about girth. Getting and receiving from a man concurrently was HOT and it didn't take me long to unload my load down the throat of my best pal, who I had walked in on earlier, masturbating in my favorite pair of underwear. A promise was a promise, and I awkwardly struggled to tame his wild beast into submission, and give him head at least a partial job of what he gave me. The challenge was working the whole length and girth--and as a rookie I kept choking on the damn thing. I decided to apply some other knowledge to help the situation along, so I played a little grab-ass and poked his hole with my finger, to help him get his nuts off. He came in a violent manner--screaming and grunting like a bull as he spewed shot after shot all over my neck and chest. I t felt hot, and smelled the musky scent of locker room and honey. Once we were both done, we wiped all the juices dry with my boxers, and then cuddled up on the oversized couch together, Eddie lying in my arms, both naked and warmed by our shared body heat like cats on a winter day, drifting into a wonderful cum-induced slumber, as the TV monitor again turned blue and fell silent. The next morning was Saturday, and we woke up a little surprised to be naked, on top of one another, and not remembering much of the evening, but from then on we were much more comfortable living together--and we wore each other's underwear a lot more frequently. If you enjoyed my story, feel free to reply at classicwhites@webtv.net.