Gay Erotic Stories

Having jacked myself off in the shower, I walked out dry but still naked. My now depleted cock was red and still dangling heavily between my legs. I walked over to my suitcase and bent over to get some boxers, so Jeff got a shot of my hairy legs and ass, and I made sure my legs were open so he got a rear glimpse of my set before I got dressed. Though he said nothing, I knew he was watching me the whole time. We dressed, checked out, and returned to the airport and caught our flight and got to Orlando just in time for the beginning of the week's events. We were paired off into different groups, so it was another two days before I even saw him. I was on the pay phone, picking up my voicemail. There was a particularly hot message from one of my fuck buddies. I hadn't gotten off since that morning in the hotel, so my big erection was pushing insistently against the front of my pants. The bulge was unmistakable. I love it when it gets like that and people see it, so I was leaning against the wall and then Jeff comes around the corner toward the other bank of phones. Like a laser his eyes went straight to my bulging crotch, and then snapped back up almost instantly. Blushing furiously, he went to the other phones and began dialing with his back to me. In a moment he started picking up his messages and he turned around. What a shock: his crotch was bulging almost as much as mine. I frankly stared at it, and then moved my gaze up to look him in the eyes. He blushed, and I just shrugged and grinned, and gave my basket a quick cup with my hands. He finished his calls before I did and was gone. About 11 pm, pleasantly buzzed from drinks over dinner, I was making my way back to my room. As I stood at the elevators, Dave walked up. He seemed a little buzzed too, and he punched me on the arm as he walked up. "Hey dude how's it hanging?" his voice slurred slightly. "This time of day it doesn't hang, it usually points straight up," I replied. He pushed a button for a floor several above mine. "Why don't you come by for a while?" I asked. "Aw shit I don't know about that," he said. You could see he was wrestling with it mentally. The elevator got to my floor, and I looked at him and just said, "1421," and then went to my room. I left the deadbolt open to hold the door just slightly ajar, and sure enough: about 10 minutes later he was there. I had already taken off my clothes, anticipating either sex or else a jackoff session, and was already fully erect. I closed the door behind him, and we both began fumbling with his clothes to get him undressed. Between the wine and our natural clumsiness it seemed to take forever, but in just a minute or two he was down to those familiar white jockey shorts. For somebody so unsure, he was obviously very aroused: the fabric was stretched outward and downward away from his body, and two thick tufts of cock hair stuck out between his legs. Hooking two thumbs into the waistband, I pulled his jock down with one swift motion, and his cock snapped up in the air. He was so big and thick and swollen! Even more than I remembered from the other night. "Haven't stopped thinking about it, have you?" I asked. He grunted and said nothing, but his hands tentatively reached out and he grabbed my big, engorged penis, almost like a baseball bat. I knew I'd have to take charge, so I led him over to the bed and sat on the edge. He stood in front of me, and I grabbed his big cock; couldn't be sure who was bigger, we're both so large! I started gently sucking him, nibbling the skin on the shaft, tonguing the slit, and meanwhile squeezing and massaging his heavy nuts. He started moaning and whispering how good it felt. After a couple of minutes I got up and said okay it's your turn. He started to object, and I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. "I can't. Fuck man, I've never done this, it's so fuckin' big," he rambled on. I pressed my purple cock head against his lips and pushed onward into his mouth. I was careful not to be too aggressive: there was no way he was going to be able to take my swollen burden entirely this first time. His sucking and tongue movements were tentative and amateur, but felt great nonetheless. Just knowing that I was breaking in this totally hot guy I'd lusted after for so long was really turning me on! He reached down to grab his erection and I slapped his hand away from himself, and grabbed it and put his hands on my balls. I could feel him stroking and pulling them, just like I'd been doing to him a few minutes ago. I knew he had to be getting pretty worked up, so I told him to lie back on the bed. Facing the other way, I stood above him with my feet on either side of his shoulders so he could stare straight up at my rigid cock. A second or two of it swaying back and forth, and then I knelt down, and simultaneously forced it into his mouth, as I took his big red cock into mine. Though seemingly surprised by this new development, he quickly resumed sucking me, and I could hear his grunts and pants of pleasure as I worked on him. His rhythm quickly sped up, and I knew he was just seconds away. I buried his thick penis as far as I could into my mouth, and grabbed the blond fur on his ass cheeks and just put everything I possibly could into it. With almost shouts of pleasure, he let loose another enormous ejaculation. The semen filled my mouth and then burst out the sides of my lips. It was incredible; it just kept squirting and pouring out of him. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but there was just far too much, going all over his hairy cock and belly. Just then, the excitement got to be too much, and I let loose an enormous volley that shot downward onto his neck and chest hair. I rolled off of him and we lay there panting. He looked totally dazed and out of it, and just stared at the absurd mess of our cum all over the front of his body. "My god, I can't believe that came out of us," he said distantly. Then, his instincts came back, and he almost leaped up and raced into the bathroom. I walked in with my cock swaying lazily back and forth between my legs. He had jumped in the shower and was scrubbing himself almost frantically. In minutes he was out of the shower and then jumping back into his clothes again. You could tell he was feeling embarrassed and awkward and not at all at ease with what had just happened. "Hey dude," I said. "This is just one of those things that happen between guys sometimes. It doesn't matter, and it doesn't mean anything. You've got your life; I've got mine. It's okay if it happened, and it's okay if it didn't happen." You could see him working that around in his mind, and then he grinned and said, "Yeah, cool! Thanks!" Out the door and gone. Other than a quick beer at the farewell dinner, I didn't see him again the rest of the week, and it will be at least six months until the next time we're together again. It will be interesting to see what happens then.