Gay Erotic Stories

I was just eighteen. I had gone up to London one Sunday, and ended up at Hyde Park corner listening to the speakers. There were crowds of people and they were pushing all round. As I stood there, the guy in front leaned back and his hands which were clasped behind him came into contact with the front of my trousers. It might have been an accident so I eased back just a little. He eased back as well and came into contact again I felt myself getting aroused at the thought of what might be happening. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. He must have sensed my hardness because he leaned back further and pressed harder. I had a look at him, he seemed to be an Asian, slightly coloured about early twenties, muscular, quite good looking in a way. I decided to move away from him. After a few moments he moved round as well and Took up the position as before. This time I decided not to move and see what happened. I felt safe in the crowd. He applied the pressure again and this time I did not resist but allowed myself to become fully aroused. This he felt because he started feeling the front of my trousers and stroking his hand up and down me. By now I knew that I could have some fun if I wanted to. I decided to move away slowly and see what happened. He glanced and catching my eye, obviously sensing I wanted him to follow came after me. He opened the conversation with mundane comments about the various speakers, and then asked if I would like to join him for a drink. I thought he meant we would go to a pub or somewhere like that. It turned out he worked in a nearby hotel and had his own staff quarters (a small room on the top floor). I went with him to his room, noticing he let himself in with a Yale key, so we were not going to be disturbed. He was a few years older than me, and as I assumed he was the more experienced, I waited for him to make the first move. He asked me if I'd mind his getting comfortable ...I looked at him, partly gazing at the bulge in his crotch and said "Hey, it's your place ...get comfortable". He then proceeded to slip off his trainers, unzip his trousers letting them drop to the floor, he paused giving me a view of well built thighs and a pair of tight briefs. He slowly stepped out of his trousers and putting a thumb in each side of the elastic band of his jockey briefs eased them down and off. Not to my surprise, his hard tool plopped out of his underwear almost fully erect. Next his shirt came off and he was totally naked, standing no more than two feet to my left. He had extremely well defined muscles in his thighs, not to mention the primary one between his legs. I stared at his meat and hoped that I wasn't drooling. He then told me to get comfortable...he didn't have to ask twice. We stood facing each other, about a foot apart we were both very aroused and pointing upwards. I reached foreword and caressed his balls in my hands and gradually slid my hands up his shaft noticing as I did so that it was slightly darker than mine, (to be expected I suppose) as he was a Pakistani. I noticed his knob was what I could only describe as mauve whereas mine was a lot lighter in colour more like purple. We were both throbbing noticeably. The scar where he had been circumcised was about an inch behind the ridge of his helmet but very clear to see as it was almost black in colour, and made a stark contrast with the rest of his shaft. He stretched out his arms and pulled me gently towards him. Our throbbing organs came into contact and were squeezed between our stomachs. Leading me across to his bed we both flopped down and lay back. I turned on my side and just kept staring at his body. His cock was beautiful...full shaft with a magnificent head.... He had a tight ball sac and his hand was holding his shaft. My right hand had a mind of its own...it began to work its way over to his right thigh...I slowly and methodically stroked his thigh, while he continued to stroke his meat. The one thing I loved about his thighs was the fine hairs he had...made me want to lick him up and down his thighs. He didn't seem to mind my stroking his thighs...since there was no objection his part, I then parted his thighs just enough for me to attack his ball sac with my eager tongue and mouth. He realised what I wanted and he pushed his buttocks forward and allowed me perfect access to his balls. I then gratefully sucked one ball at a time until I had both of them in my mouth. I sucked on them and gently pausing from time to time. After a little more action on his balls and with him beginning to moan from the combined wanking and my working on his balls, I decided to suck on his lolly pop. I then grasped the base of his cock in my mouth and began to work my way up to the head of his penis. What made this beautiful was the precum he had on his penis...what a beautiful feeling as I ran my teeth up the length of his penis and then attack his already swelling knob. I then drove as much of his penis into the length of my mouth. I then started a rhythmical stroking of his penis with my mouth...I basically stroked to his moaning and his letting me know what stage of orgasm he was in, but it sure didn' take long to figure out he was close to exploding...one minute later he began to shudder and cry out a scream of ecstasy...the volcano was erupting...hot sperm flowed out of the tip of his penis and shot into the back of my mouth. God, what a great sensation...hot sperm smacking against his penis and my lips. After he was completely spent, I just laid there and went to sleep....cum to think of it (sorry for the pun), so did he...both of us never slept better...." Will I see you again? he asked as he left me at the tube station I hope so I replied and we hastily exchanged phone numbers. I never saw him again as I gave him the wrong phone number. I did not want him to phone me at home in case my parents answered and asked awkward questions.