Gay Erotic Stories

It was just after Labour Day and classes were going to begin soon. I was entering my third year at university and had agreed to be a frosh leader for our yearly orientation. As we prepared for the onslaught of the frosh, I found myself thinking about how much I had changed since arriving at university. For one thing, I was much bigger than when I arrived. I was 6'2" and now weighed just over 225lbs. In my first year I started to working out, and what began as a recreational hobby became an obsession. I was rock solid - I had large pecks that protruded in front of me, my stomach rippled and my arms bulged. I enjoyed the opportunity to show off my bigger better body too. None of the other frosh leaders were built like me, and the uniforms (consisting of a t-shirt and shorts) were too small - but I had to make do. It left me looking even larger than I was as every curve and ripple on my chest was accentuated by my shirt, which clung tightly to my body. My shorts also left little to the imagination. My tight ass was left for all to examine and evidence of my 9" cock was on display. O-week was a grueling few days. We were all running on about 5 hours sleep, but didn't mind. Both the frosh and their leaders were having a great time. I also found that I became the obsession of more than a few of the girls. I would simply explain that all of the leaders had signed agreements that we wouldn't "do anything" with the frosh. That was true, but I was using it as an excuse for the fact that I was gay. As cute as these girls were, they did nothing for me. One frosh did though - Jason. He was 18 and at least 6". He had obviously become obsessed with working out at an early age than I did. He wasn't as big as I was, but he was still very firm. He had well-developed pecks and I noticed his 6-pack when he would use his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. The O-week planners hadn't planned for a frosh his size. Like me, his shirt was too small making him all the most appealing. I noticed that despite some pretty heavy advances from the girls, Jason was not responding. This peaked my curiosity. Was he gay? I decided that it would be best if I waited until after O-week to find out. However, Jason would take things into his own hands. On the final night of orientation, we had a huge pub night at one of the local bars. By 10pm, Jason had gotten really drunk and needed to be escorted back to his residence early. It was decided that I should do it. I had been pub manager for our campus pub the year before, so I was the most accustomed to dealing with drunks. Plus, I was the only one who was strong enough to carry him the 8 blocks back to his residence. Along the way, Jason had thrown up on the both of us, so I made the first order of business getting the both of us into a shower. I got him into the communal shower across for his room and striped him down. As I reached his underwear I could see that I was in for a treat. His cock was huge. It was about the same length as mine, but much thicker. I could feel myself starting to get a rise in my shorts. I can't pretend that I was stimulated by the thought of our two naked bodies pressed against each other in the shower, but I resisted any attempt to do anything. I didn't want to take advantage of him in this state. He was practically passed out. I stripped down too. I nearly had to tear my shirt from my body. Both naked, I picked Jason off the ground and got him into the shower. I lathered him up. Caressing his chest and down his rippled stomach. I washed his broad back and his tight ass. Down his thick thighs and calves. My cock began to swell again. I couldn't help it. Jason was far too attractive not to give my pecker a perk up. As I continued to wash him down, I could see Jason starting to sober up. Suddenly, Jason turned around and placed both hands on the back of my head. He pulled me in and kissed me passionately on the lips. My first reaction was to return the kiss, but I pulled back. "No, Jason. Look man your kinda' drunk…" I said. Jason just looked instantly into my eyes. He placed a hand on my big chest and ran his finger down to my nipple and proceeded to lightly rub it. "I may be drunk, but I know what I am doing," Jason said. I could tell from his voice that he did know what he was doing. The slur was gone from his voice and he spoke with such sternness. It was obvious that he would not relent. "I have been thinking about this all week. I came home each night and waked off to the thought of you," he whispered to me. His other hand now found its way to my pulsating cock. The touch of his hand instantly made my cock fully hard. All 9' reached out towards him. "Yeah, but…" Before I could say more Jason bent down a put his lips around my cock. Whatever thoughts I had about stopping this ended with the touch of his tongue on my shaft. I let out a moan as he began swirling his tongue around my cock. He then took my cock into his mouth. Just a little bit to begin with, but soon he was taking my whole cock deep within his throat. He had done this before. As his pace quickened, so did my heart rate. I moaned in low deep tones as I could feel my cum creep forward. "I am going to shoot," I warned. But it didn't break Jason's action. I came in his mouth and he took it all with a grateful grunt. He stood, and this time I kissed him. I placed my lips on his and thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth. I could still taste my cum as we kissed. With the water still running, we ran our hands all over each other's body. We wanted to feel each every bulge on the other’s body. I took hold of his cock, which was fully hard. I could just barely get my hand all the way around its circumference. I decided it was time to return the favour. I bent down and took his massive cock into my mouth. He moaned loudly as I proceeded to suck on his thick rod. I couldn't fit all in my mouth. I had never had to open my mouth so wide for a penis. He began thrusting his cock deep into my mouth and I frequently gagged on its size. But I would not be deterred, nor would he. He didn't warn me when he came, and I found myself covered in his cum. Jason licked my clean, his tongue exploring each crevice. We had been under the spray of the shower for an hour now and our skin was becoming pruned. We decided to continue across the hall in Jason's room. Stay tuned for Part II, or contact Jon Burke at jonathan_burke@yahoo.com