Gay Erotic Stories

The phone rings. I roll over out of bed to answer. "Hello!", it’s Michael, my ex-boyfriend. He sounds a little too happy for 8:30 am on a Sunday morning. "What do you want ?" I say in a grouchy manor. I, like many of the guys in the dorm, have a hangover from the night before and am not too happy about it. He says, "You need to come over and see what I found." "Now?", I say. He just laughs and giggles. I can hear someone in the background of his room talking. "I have someone for you to meet." He and I didn’t really act like we were ex's. He is one of my best friends and we spend a lot of time together. A pillow sails at me from across the room and hits me in the head. "Hey, gay boy, tell your friend to shut the hell up." My roommate, one of the straightest guys I know, also a close friend of mine, looks at me from atop his bunk I took the pillow and threw it back at him and said, "I am gonna come up there and show you who’s gay." He just laughed and rolled back to bed. I said to Michael, "I’ll be there in a minute." After a few moments passed, I finally gathered myself up and got dressed, even thought I didn’t match, at the least the chance of being seen was minimal-- I walked all of the 5 feet from my room to his. Walking in his room, I noticed that there was someone there I didn’t recognize. I didn’t care at the moment--I still had one hell of a head ache. Michael said, "Wake up sunshine!" I just glared at him. "What the hell did you bring me over here for?", I said. "Zac, I want you to meet Jason." "Hello," came a voice from across the room. I strained to get a better took to see who was talking to me. And there he was. Sitting on the desk was Jason. I instantly sobered up. He was about 6'2'', dark hair with blond highlights. Very attractive, I might add. And very masculine acting. "He is my new man," said Michael. Could it be that this man sitting in front of me is actually gay? I could hardly believe it! "Nice to meet you Jason", I said. After the greetings, I went straight back to bed. It would be 2 more weeks till I saw Jason again. One late night, I was up chatting on AOL when Jason I M's me. I was very surprised. I asked him how he was doing. He began to tell me how his relationship with Michael was going. It wasn’t going well. "He never calls me or sends me e-mail. I just don’t think he cares." Having been there before with Michael, I said "This is typical of him and it doesn’t get any better. He expects you to call him nonstop, but he will never call you ." Jason just sighed, "I guess so." Feeling really bad for him, I kept the conversation going. We talked for about 3 hours, until we were so tired that we could not see straight. It was very nice to talk to a guy without him wanting to cyber or meet me for a "quicky". This continued for about three days. All night long we would talk and laugh about the things in our lives, past relationships, of which I mostly just listened. We talked about religion, about God's effect on our lives. And finally he asked me, "Why aren’t you seeing anyone?" My heart stopped. "I don’t know", was the only answer anyone could say to that. "You are really a nice guy; someone should really take you out one night." Jokingly, I said, "Well, I’m free tonight!" "Okay," he said. At that moment I was confused. Did he just ask me out on a date? "Let’s meet around 9 tonight and we’ll go do something," he continued. "Okay," I said. That night was wonderful. We went out and had a great time. As we reached the dorms on our way back, I kept telling myself that we were just friends, but every time I looked at him, my heart disagreed. "I think, I am in love!" My heart began to race in my chest, as I stepped in my door to an empty room. With only a look he could tell that something was up. "You look nervous," he said. "No need to be, I don’t bite", as he put his arms around me. He pulled me close and just hugged me for the longest time. I made no attempt to move. I just stood there, holding on to him, enjoying his warm embrace. Without letting go he looked at me and said, "I don’t want this to end." "Neither do I. If I were to sleep with you on the first date, I would be no better than all those other men that we talked about. You deserve so much better than that." After saying this, he stepped back. When he moved, I looked up at him and gazed in to his eyes. He just stared right back. Without a word, he pulled me forward and kissed me very passionately on the lips. If only that moment could have lasted forever! And for a while it did. We moved from the door to the couch and kissed for nearly an hour. After that, we fell asleep, holding each other in our arms. That night I slept contently, feeling like I was truly loved. For the first time in my life, someone genuinely liked me. It was heaven on earth. I awoke around 5 that morning and just lay there looking at him, watching him sleep and counting the breaths he took. I knew then that we would be together for a long time. And we were.