Gay Erotic Stories

Sometimes having a rumour floating around about you can work to your advantage. Now I'm not saying go out and start a rumour by any means, but when one is out there and you're worried that it might do you some damage, remember that it may just give someone else the courage they need and end up doing you some good. I'm gay, but am a fairly straight acting guy. I suppose I could go further 'under cover' and get myself a girlfriend (or a slew of girlfriends) and play the game that way, but that wouldn't really be fair to her (or them) - so, no. So the fact that I don't date (along with a few other innuendo's) has caused some murmuring behind my back both at work and within the small community I live. I'm a 6'1" guy, weigh in at 230lbs and am pretty well built, also (or so I've been told) I'm pretty mean looking too. Not that I'm mean at all however, I guess that's just my defense mechanism, it makes some of the 'straight' guys who would normally like to give me a hard time think twice. It also makes me more approachable to the 'straight' guys who want to experiment for a night or two. I first noticed it when I was working in a lumberyard. A friend of mine's little brother worked there too and one day he came up to me and asked me point blank - "Are you gay?". I was shocked, I was pretty much in the closet then and didn't think anyone knew. "Is that what you think?", I asked him, "Or is that what you heard?". He told me then that his brother had told him I was gay - and in that instant I knew. I knew. I knew that his brother had told him I was gay because he wanted to gauge his reactions. He wanted to see what his little brother thought of gay men, especially someone he knew. I'd never had any kind of sex with Dean, but we had partied together quite a bit, and I always had a thought or two in the back of my mind about bedding him, now I knew I had too. I sloughed off his brother's question with a "Well what do you think?", and left it at that. Now it was time for a plan. I was pretty mad with Dean for going around spreading this rumour which, though it was true, I would have rather not had out there at all, but at the same time I understood what he wanted, even if he didn't. That Friday night after cashing my cheque I went to the local bar that I frequented. Dean was working the day shift in the kitchen and when he was done he came out and sat beside me and joined me in a few beers. I just looked at him knowingly when he sat down and he asked me "What?", "Nothing...", I replied, and we continued drinking. After a few I told him I'd give him a ride home if he wanted as I was going to have to drop my car off if I was to keep drinking, he agreed. When we pulled up to his apartment he invited me in for a beer (as was usual) and I accepted. He would go and get ready, I would have a beer, then we would drop my car off, I would shower and change, and we would go out - or at least that was the norm. Getting in his place he got me a beer, then went to his room to shuck off his clothes and get ready to shower. I walked to his doorway when he was in his room and said, "Why'd you tell your brother I'm gay?". He flashed hot red, as if he'd been just caught doing something bad and stared at me without saying a word. "Well???", I waited... "He... I... ummm... it..", he couldn't form a thought if it had a diagram. I just waited there, looking at him cowering in his boxers, and noticed he was getting hard. He is a pretty cute guy really. About 5'8", 150lbs, black hair, ice blue eyes, kinda hairy. I walked into his room and he kept looking at me, standing there in his boxers and socks, still holding his shirt in his hand, his bone popping up. As I approached him he kept staring, even as I put my arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he didn't fight me back one bit, in fact he gave himself over to it, to me. He dropped his shirt to the floor and put his hands on my arms, closing his eyes and kissing me back. I broke off the kiss, "I thought so.", I said. and began to take off my shirt. His hand's flew up to assist me, caressing over my chest and shoulders. I undid my belt and dropped my pants and stood there. My cock was half hard and was looking thick and ready. "You wanna suck it?!", I half asked half told him. He dropped. He took me in his mouth and started slurping on my pole. I stood there, shirtless, a little sweaty, still with my workboots on and my pants around my ankles. I started doing all the things I like when I'm on my knees. I called him a dirty little cocksucker, I held his head and pumped at him, I told him to look at me when he was sucking, I asked him if he liked that big cock in his mouth; he was my little bitch. He was tugging away on his cock and raising himself to rub it against my legs. I stopped him and asked if he had any condoms. He nodded and I told him to get some, he did. He took off his boxers as if he knew what I had in mind and came up and rolled a condom over my fully engorged rod. I brought him close and kissed him again, then spun him around just when he was liking it. I bent him over so he put his hands on the bed and spit into his hole, I worked it around with my thumb and pressed a digit into him, getting rewarded with a yelp from him. I slid into him. Slow at first, he did a deep intake of breath, I spit again for some more lube. This was to be a lesson fucking. I was still a little mad at him. Once well worked I began to piston. I thrust my full length right into his cavity and pulled out almost to the head, then again. I concentrated on a rhythm and worked to it. He was getting into it, pushing back into me as I slid forward, pulling on his prick. I had my hands on his hips and began to rub them over him, sliding around his waist and teasing him, feeling his furry buns. He would look back at me now and then with a half smile half grimace on his face. I started to get into it, then stopped myself, this wasn't the time to be the love happy fool I can be, this was proving a point, so I disattached myself from it and fucked. He was moaning and groaning, I must have been rubbing him right because I reached around to his cock and it was rigid. I don't mean just hard, it was rock hard, hell a cat would have had a tough time climbing that thing. As I touched and played with it he began spraying. Not just cumming, but spraying... It shot everywhere, on the bed, the floor, the wall... and he jittered and twitched as he did. His voice was warbling in some foreign tongue and his eyes rolled in their sockets. That was enough for me, I pushed deep in him and blew my load in the condom deep inside him, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight. As I subsided I pulled out and took the sticky dome off, then threw it on his bed. I didn't even wait. I asked him if he liked that and he was all yes, I told him we could do it again but I had to go right now, he managed to look a little disappointed, but I had other things in mind. I went home and showered and changed then called a cab and headed out to a billiards tavern. Dean's little brother Donnie would be there I knew, blowing his pay. Donnie was way cuter than Dean. At 18 he was forming up just nice. He was 5'9" and about 165lbs, he had the same black hair and blue eyes as his brother, but he kept his hair short on all sides leaving the top long under his always worn baseball cap. He had a piercing through his left eyebrow and (when not working) wore those baggy clothes that look good. Donnie still lived at home with his parents and spent most of his money playing pool and drinking. The pool hall was pretty lax when it came to checking ID's and a lot of the younger crowd hung out there. I just sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Then another. Then Donnie saw me and came running up to me. ”Hey man!", he said, "I never see you down here, whatt'r ya slummin it?". I laughed, "That has yet to be seen, I just needed a change of pace, and thought what the fuck.". "Kewlie's!!", he exclaimed. "Game of stick??". I agreed and upon ordering another drink we went over to a table. I held off the first two games playing with him. He said he thought an old guy like me would be a lot better so I ran the table on him three times just to show him what's what. Old guy, hell I'm only 28, but I guess that's old to him, as it was to me at that age, he'd find out soon enough. The night went on and we got a little drunk. At one point he apologized for his question earlier that week and said he hoped I wasn't mad at his brother, I told him his brother and I had worked everything out. He said he wouldn't have cared even if I was gay, and I asked him, "You wouldn't?", and he said "No, I mean would it bug you if I was??". Hehe, this was working out even better than I thought it would. After some drinks and some games and some selections on the jukebox we had taken to racing against one another on one of those dual video games and basically shooting the shit. We were sitting at the bar when last call came around and we each ordered one for the ditch. "Whatt'r you g`nna dew now?", he slurred. "Home. Pizza. Movie. Pass out.", I stated. "Man that shounds kewl. I wysh I hd my own plashe , I don't w`nna go home.". At that hint I knew he wanted to come over so I asked if he had to go home or if was alright if he stayed out, he nearly jumped and said he could be out as long as he wanted on weekends, God, what a kid... I loved it! We cabbed to my place and when in picked a movie out. We ordered pizza and had made ourselves comfortable on the couch, I ordered Pepsi's with the Za since I figured we both had had enough to drink. After the food was delivered he asked if I had any porno's. I said sure I did and went to my private stash and pulled out a straight one that has a lot of two-guys, one girl scenes. WE ate and watched, then he laid out on the couch, pulling his feet up so they were close to me, but not touching. I glanced over now and then and he soon closed his eyes. He made a big stink of snoring after about five minutes, but that soon subsided (it's hard to fake snore for very long, I know!). He began to twist and then moved over onto his back and plopped his feet right up on my thighs. I now noticed that his pants were unbutoned and unzipped, hell I must be slipping, I wasn't even sure when he'd done that. I massaged his feet a little and he made a point of tensing and relaxing them. I started to get hard, and moved his feet so I could stand, then I shucked my shirt and went into my bedroom where I dropped my pants and socks and went back out in only my boxers. The little bastard had taken his shirt off but was still 'fast asleep' on the couch. His pants were opened wider now and I could see his cotton briefs underneath. I went back to my spot at his feet and lifted them and sat down again. Massaging his feet here, playing with my prick there. He started to grind his hips around and made "Mmmm"-ing noises. I noticed his prick had risen and was straining against the fabric of his underwear. I called his name, but he didn't respond, I shook his thigh and nothing. But his tongue snaked out of his mouth for an instant and his hips thrust again. I chuckled. Ok, I could play this way. I reached into my glass and pulled an ice-cube out, I put it in my mouth to clean the pop off and sucked it a bit, then I took it and held it right over one of his nipples and held it there until a bead melted and fell right on his chest. He smiled instantly, then supressed it, and I moved over to do the same to the other nipple. He moaned. A few more drops then I plunked the cube back in the glass. I reached up and twisted lightly at his nibs, then caressed my way down his chest. I was liking this, hell I was loving this! My cock was out now and I had taken off his socks so I could rub it against his feet. Thwacking it off them felt good. I stuck my finger into the elastic of his waist band and traced back and forth there for a bit, building up the anticipation. I turned to him and moved his legs so I was sitting in the middle of them. I leaned down and kissed his chest and he rose to it. I flicked my tongue over his nipples and licked over his pecs. He was breathing heavier now and I noticed that one eye was open just ever so slightly. I worked my way down his tummy and began to pull at his pants. His hips lifted to assist me in lowering them and his underwear. He was still hard. He was bigger than his brother in every way, this thing was about 8" of cut meat, and thick too. I took it into my mouth and vacuumed the head of it. He made little fucking motions at me. I ran my hands around him, reaching up to touch his face, which, though his eyes were still 'shut', was turned to face me. I stopped sucking him and sat up to jerk some more, he half whined and began to pump his hips again, wanting me to take him back in my mouth. I obliged him and began to suck like I knew how. Up and down, bobbing and twisting my head, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around him. His nutsac tightened up and I knew he was close, I wanted more than this but apparently he wasn't ready, oh well. Soon he had a steady groan locked in the back of his throat and he began to spill over into my mouth. I swallowed him. He had a contented look on his face and turned his head back up and to the side and stay there, letting real sleep fall over him. I sat up and whacked off, cumming up onto my chest and sat slumped for a minute, then rose and got a blanket and returned to him, pulling his pants back up and tucking him in. He rolled over and snuggled into the blanket, I then went to my room and went to sleep. I woke in the morning when sun was streaming in the window - and something else !!! - there was Donnie sucking away on my cock... I laid back and enjoyed. Since then Donnie and I have had other encounters, of course we are both stay awake for these sessions , I haven't done anything else with Dean, though he often asks. And I've used the nasty rumours to my advantage on other occasions too, so don't dispair, wait it out - and something good will cum!!! Peace Out.... Dawson e-mail me at dawsonnash@hotmail.com if you want