Gay Erotic Stories

Every word of this story is completely true. Jeff and I work in different divisions of the same company. We live in different parts of the country, and only see each other once or twice a year at sales meetings and other group events. He's a classic all-American guy, about 6'2" with dirty blond hair, that is starting to thin out a bit in the front and back. If it weren't for the thinning hair, he could pass for 20, even though I know he's 34. He is absolutely, classicly beautiful. The only tiny imperfection is his nose is just slightly too long for his face. I don't care, I've lusted after him from afar since I first met him. I was excited to hear that we would be part of a group at a seminar in Florida. We met in Dallas, and after a series of flight delays and cancellations, learned that we would have to stay there for the night and then fly to Orlando the next day. When we got to the hotel, it was almost 11, and it was pouring rain. The desk clerk told us there was only one room, with twin beds. Jeff didn't seem to mind, and I know I didn't either. Just the chance to see more of his beautiful bod would fill my jackoff fantasies for weeks. We flipped coins for who would get the shower and he won, so I got into bed to watch Letterman. After a few minutes, he came out of the steamy bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. There wasn't a clearly defined bulge, just a fairly large loose area. He hopped into bed, and after a few minutes of conversation, we turned off the TV and lights and were both asleep within minutes. The next thing I knew, I was bolt awake. Glancing over at the alarm clock, I saw it was about 5:30 am. I heard Jeff groaning quietly in his sleep. I thought maybe he was having nightmares. But the groans sounded more of pleasure than of fright. I looked over at his figure in the pre-dawn light and saw him rocking back and forth. I got up and walked over quietly, and pulled the bedsheet down to his knees. Wow! His jockey shorts were now straining with what was clearly a very big erection, trapped in place by the unyielding cloth. Without thinking, I grabbed the waistband and gently pulled it downward. His big, swollen penis sprang out and slapped up against the hair on his belly. In his sleep, he let out a loud groan of pleasure. I stood there transfixed, unsure of what to do next. Had I done too much? Too little? What if we woke up? Should I touch him? Could I? I was just about to grab his thick cock when his groans started to increase. Fearing he was about to awake, I stood back and watched, ready to dive back into my bed if he woke up. Instead, he grabbed the sheets on each side of him with his hands. He arched his hips upward, and his heavy, engorged cock lifted up from his belly, lengthened, and then let loose an enormous explosion of semen. I was amazed at the volume and speed of the cum that poured out of him. In seconds, his chest and belly looked like somebody had taken a paintbrush and splashed cum all over him. For several minutes, lazy spurts continued to gust out of his cock. I'd never seen any guy come so much. His groans quickly became sighs, and his breath then regained the shallow rhythm of sleep. I couldn't believe it. I tiptoed over to the thermostat and turned it up slightly so the room would warm up, and then crawled back into bed. After about 30 minutes, he stirred, and I saw him beginning to wake. The morning light now streaming in the window illuminated the thick strands of semen that were everywhere in his chest and belly fur. Staring at him through the slits of my eyes, I watched him sit up and swing his legs out of bed. He sat there for a moment, and then reached up and scratched the hair on his chest. In just a moment, he felt something wrong. I could see him touch his chest, and then look down at the mess his cum had created. "Oh Fuck, not again!" I heard him mutter under his breath. He looked up suddenly, remembering my presence, and I made a show of waking up. I leaned back, and stretched, staring at the ceiling, and then rolled over quickly. There was nowhere for him to go. I sleep in the nude, and the visual stimulation of the last hour had given me a barely restrained erection. My penis was as big as it gets without standing up. I got up out of bed, and I saw his eyes widen as he saw the tool dangling between my legs. I glanced down at him and said "Looks like your dreams must have been sweet. I'm off to the shower." He said "Man, I really could use one." I said "No way dude, you had one last night. If you have to jack yourself off, it's not my fault if you can't clean up the mess." So I went into the bathroom and closed the door. In the shower I couldn't hold back. The images of the past few hours flooded through my mind, and in moments I was jacking my big swollen cock. I leaned against the wall, and felt the hot water pour down me, closed my eyes, and began the slow, gentle strokes that always bring me off, using both my hands on my long thick shaft. I sensed, more than saw, him come into the bathroom and heard him yanking Kleenexes from the dispenser. I knew he could see me through the frosted glass of the shower enclosure, but I didn't care. I felt his presence there for several seconds, and then felt the temperature increase as the bathroom door finally closed. In seconds I was spraying my hot load all over the inside of the shower stall. Who knew what the next few days would bring? All I knew was we were off to a great start. When this installment appears, then I will write you the story of the rest of the week . . .