Gay Erotic Stories

It was during my senior year of high school that I realized I was gay. I noticed that I was checking out the other guys in the locker room, and I just wasn't interested in girls. Unfortunately, I came from a very conservative family, and didn't think my parents would be able to take the news, so I decided that, at least for the time being, I'd have to remain in the closet. I contented myself with a stash of Playgirls that I kept locked in a chest. When I went to college, though, I was introduced to a new fantasy. My roommate, Scott, was absolutely the most perfect male specimen I had ever seen. He stood a little over six feet tall, and was pure muscle. He worked out at the gym and was pumped, but not freakishly like some of those guys in those bodybuilding magazines. He sported a tan year round, and had these deep brown eyes that almost made me faint the first time I looked into them. We got along terrifically; unfortunately, he was straight, and as far as he knew, so was I. He frequently used to hang out in the room without a shirt, and every night before he went to bed he would do a set of fifty pushups wearing nothing but his boxers. I can't count the times I laid in bed pretending to be asleep and silently stroking myself while he did his workout, his body glistening with sweat, every muscle working in beautiful harmony. One day my economics class was canceled, so rather than hang around the classroom buildings, I decided to head back to the dorm and relax. Knowing that Scott sometimes took mid-afternoon naps, I unlocked the door as quietly possible. When I walked in, though, the first thing that I saw was the chest with my Playgirls sitting in the middle of the room, wide open. I must have forgotten to lock it. Horrified, I looked at the bed, and saw Scott reading one and stroking himself through his shorts. "Shit!" Scott yelled, pulling the blanket over himself. "What are you doing here?!" My first thought was of absolute terror as I realized that my secret was out. Then I realized that I apparently wasn't the only one with a secret. I closed the door and locked it. "I'm so sorry," Scott said. "I shouldn't have gone through your stuff. I was looking for your sweater, and..." I walked over to the bed and put my finger to his lips, silencing him. "It's alright, Scott," I said. "We've outed each other. If there's anyone I would out myself to, it's you. I'm kind of glad it happened." Scott's face melted into relief. "I'm so glad you're okay with this," he said. "I'm really sorry." "I said it's alright," I repeated. "Now, maybe I can help you finish what you started." Scott looked confused until I held his head and pulled him toward me, giving him a long, passionate kiss. Scott melted in my embrace. He tore off my T-shirt and began caressing my chest. I broke our kiss and moved down his body, running my tongue around each of his bare nipples, tasting his salty sweat. He began grinding his pelvis into mine until my cock felt as if it would burst. I pulled down his shorts and grabbed his hard penis. It was as beautiful as the rest of him. He sat at the head of the bed with his legs spread and I licked the head of his penis. He let out a moan of pleasure, and I took his entire dick into my mouth. He fucked my face, pumping in and out. "Yes," he cried, "I'm gonna cum!" Not wanting the experience to be over too quickly, I pulled his dick out of my mouth and began licking his firm, tight abs. He ran his hands down my back and hooked his fingers into my jeans, pulling them off. He pulled me to his head and began licking my dick through my underwear. He held onto the waistband of my boxers with his teeth and pulled them down. I stood up on the bed and he devoured my cock. For someone who had been "straight" for so long, he knew exactly what he was doing. He fondled my balls with one hand and caressed my ass with the other. I groaned and, unable to hold back anymore, shot a load of hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed it all and licked my penis clean. "Please," my muscle stud begged, "I want you to be in me." I turned him over and spread his ass cheeks. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded his head, and I moved into him, slowly at first, easing my hard dick into his tight ass. He let out a cry of pain as I penetrated him, but I continued until I was inside of him. I began fucking his ass, and he stuffed his head into the pillow to avoid screaming and letting the whole dorm know what we were doing. I reached around him and grabbed his penis while fucking him. I jerked him off in time to my thrusts. The passion continued to escalate until we both climaxed in a huge double orgasm. We collapsed on the bed in a hot, sweaty mess, completely exhausted. Scott looked over at me and kissed me on the lips before falling asleep in my arms. I smiled as I thought about how terrific the year was going to be.