Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Rod, and I'm a junior in college. I share a rented house with three other guys: Ed, Rick (who are both also gay), and Bill. Bill's girlfriend, Bev, is usually over most nights, and we make quite the household. Rent isn't too bad, but not too long ago, I lost some of my regular income, and I knew I'd better come up with something to make a lot of extra cash quickly. Everyone comments on my body, and I'm quite proud of it, plus I can move pretty well, so I thought that I might try doing some exotic dancing. Rick suggested that I'd make more as an escort, especially with my looks, but I liked the idea of being a stripper. I decided to do both. I started practicing by myself in my room, putting on some hard dance beats and gyrating in a sexy way in front of my full-length mirror. Ultimately, I'd end up naked and masturbating, thinking about all the fun I was going to have. That weekend, Rick and Ed threw a party. Bev was there as usual, as were our friends Ben, Mike and Stan. Ben was a football star in high school, but decided to go to college on the merit of his mind instead of a sports scholarship. He's now the biggest guy to major in chemistry any of us ever knew. He still hits the gym just about every day, even though he doesn't play anymore. He claims to be straight, but I've had my eye on him for about two years now, and I think he's been sneaking peeks at me since the beginning of the semester, if not sooner. Ed claims to have blown him once, but no one believes Ed anymore, as he claims to have sucked just about everyone we know. He sucked me once, and while he was good, he wasn't that good. It's getting late, everyone's got a good buzz on, and we think maybe the party is getting ready to wind down when Rick happens to tell Mike and Stan about my plans to become a stripper. "He practices in his room. He thinks we don't know, but he plays that God-awful dance crap all day long." Rick is a music major, and thinks that anything you can't get from the classical department isn't worth listening to. Stan responds to this by throwing popcorn at him. Stan worships dance music. "Well, practicing by yourself is no good," Mike says. "You need to get some feedback. Why don't you try out a routine on us? You can trust us to be honest; we're your friends, after all." Why not? I thought. I've had sex with half the people in the room, and more than that have seen me naked already. (Bev walked in on me in the shower once, thinking I was Bill. Embarrassed, she backed out, but not before complimenting me on my body.) What was there to lose? I ran upstairs to my room to get a mix CD I had put together for my practice sessions, and popped it in the changer. Rick and Mike moved the coffee table out of the way, and everyone crowded on and around the couch to watch. I noticed Ben in particular, leaning forward with a hungry look on his face: It was as good as an admission. Well, the music started thumping, and I moved around the little open area my friends had prepared for me, swinging my hips and pumping my crotch rhythmically. I ran my hands through my hair a few times, and let my head sink back, really getting into the music. I then ran my hands up and down my shirtfront, undoing a button or two each time. When I had undone them all, I whipped the shirt open, and then off in one quick motion. I started playing with my nipples and rubbing my hands up and down my chest and six-pack. I looked toward my audience to get their reaction, and noticed all eyes were glued on me, especially Ben's. He was mesmerized, and it looked like his jeans were starting to get just a little tight. I grinned, and kept up the act. Next, I worked my hands lower, caressing my thighs through my jeans, and playing with my ass. I undid the button-fly slowly, one button at a time, while I gyrated around the floor. After they were all open, I slipped my jeans down to my ankles and then kicked them off. They flew toward the couch and landed in Bev's lap. She replied with an appreciative little squeal. So there I was, dancing around in my boxers, completely caught up in the situation, when Rick blurts out, "Forgot something, Rod!" I opened my eyes to see him toss something at me. I caught it and noticed that it was a bottle of baby oil. Immediately, I opened the top, and squirted some onto my hand. I worked the oil over my chest and abs, liking the glide it gave my hands. I moved on up my shoulders and down my arms, giving my whole upper body a nice, wet sheen. Then I judged the moment right, and started teasing my audience with the waistband of my boxers. "Go on, take 'em off!" someone shouted, but I had one more surprise in store for them. I must have guessed that this would end up happening, because underneath my boxers, I was wearing the G-string I had bought for just this purpose. I pushed my boxers down and got mixed sounds of admiration and regret. They were seeing more, but still not all. I held up my boxers, sniffing at them and rubbing them over my face before tossing them at Ben. I was delighted, and not at all surprised, to see that he sniffed them, too. Then he smiled at me. I grabbed the oil again, and this time went to work on my legs. Whenever I bent all the way over, I made sure my ass was right in someone's face, and everyone was having a good time, whooping and hollering and cheering me on. Mike even ran out of the room for a sec, and came back with one of the dining room chairs. "Why not try a lap-dance?" he suggested. "Perfect!" I replied, and grabbed Ben's hands to pull him off the couch. I saw the fear and hesitation in his face, but I only winked at him and pulled harder. Mike and Rick pushed at him from behind, and he got up and sat in the chair. I sat down on his lap, facing him, and began rubbing my hands over his crew-cut head. He looked nervous, so I mouthed, "Relax," to him, but didn't really give him the chance, because I was already pulling his shirt out from his jeans. He realized what I was going to do, and tried to stop me, but everyone called to him to have fun and go with hit. Finally, he let me pull his shirt off him. I marveled at his sheer bulk and definition as I reached around to get the oil again. I worked some onto his chest, loving the feeling of the rock-hard muscle under his smooth skin. After a few minutes of feeling his chest and shoulders, I slid backward off his lap and said, "Now for the main event." Everyone cheered so loudly when I whipped the G-string off, you could barely hear the music. I let my dick swing around a few times as I danced around the floor, rubbing my ass and chest to really get myself going. I felt my cock getting hard, so I reached for the oil again and started stroking myself in time with the music. Pretty soon, I had a regular flagpole going, and I pointed it right at Ben. I sat down on his lap again, and gyrated this way and that while rubbing his upper body again, trying to loosen him up. Seeing that this wasn't really working, I had an idea. I moved further up his thighs so that my cock head touched his stomach. I felt his stomach jerk back a little, but that was fine. I was really trying to distract him, so I leaned forward and pushed my lips against his. At first, he resisted, but then I felt him give in and start to kiss me back. As our tongues explored each other’s mouths, I began undoing his belt. When I had that done, I reached down with one hand and grabbed one of his, guiding it to my dick. I broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "Go on, grab it," as I led his hand to my dick. Sure enough, he started stroking my meat. Now I had him right where I wanted him. I could feel his own dick rock-hard in his jeans, and I undid the button and zipper as quick as I could. I pulled back off his lap, pulling his pants down with me, exposing his cock for all to see. He looked like he was about to panic, but before he could do anything, I had my well-oiled hands on it, rubbing it up and down, lubing it up good. He was thick, just like the rest of him, and I began to wonder if my next plan was such a good one. But I went ahead with it anyway. With one hand I pushed him back against the chair, while my other hand pushed its fingers into my asshole, loosening me up. I leaned over him and said, "Relax; trust me." Then I planted another kiss on him, and shifted my pelvis so that my ass was directly above his cock. I grabbed his dick, pointed it straight up, and pushed myself onto him. He was thicker than anyone that had ever fucked me before, but I took it and slid all the way down his pole. When I broke the kiss, I noticed that his eyes were wide open in shock, but that he was beginning to get a big, dopey grin just the same. I started moving up and down his cock in time with the music, and I knew he was really getting into it too when I felt his hands grab onto my sides and start exploring my body. His mouth moved, but I couldn't make out what he said. "What?" I asked, leaning forward. "I've wanted this for so long," he nearly sobbed. "I know," I replied. "So enjoy it, already!" He had obviously forgot that we had a roomful of people watching us, but I hadn't. I turned to look at them, and Rick gave me the thumbs up. I continued to hump Ben's thick tool until I felt him start to shudder under me. I knew he was about to cum, so I contracted my sphincter tighter and pushed down hard. That was all it took, and he was screaming and blowing his load deep inside me. I continued to ride him until he was finished, then carefully slid off his softening rod. Cum dribbling down the inside of my thighs, I leaned forward and kissed him again. When everyone started cheering, though, he woke fully from the spell and seemed ultimately embarrassed. "Good show!" Stan yelled. "Yeah, Rod, you're gonna make one hell of a stripper if you continue to do stuff like that!" Mike added. Ben stood up, pulling his pants back up, and said, "Yeah, one hell of an escort, too." Everyone laughed at this, but then Ben added, "But you still haven't gotten off." It was something I had thought of, but wasn't too concerned with. I could get off any time. I wanted to just remember being impaled on Ben like that. But then I felt hands on my shoulders from behind, and realized that Stan and Mike were pushing me down onto the couch. "After a show like that, we feel we owe you something," Mike said as Stan started massaging my balls. I leaned back with Ed on one side of me and Bev on the other, each rubbing my chest and thighs. Stan lavished attention on my balls while Mike took my anxious dick into his mouth. I felt someone kissing me, and opened my eyes to see Ben returning the favor. With so many friends around me, pleasuring me, I was shooting off down Mike's throat in no time. Needless to say, I made all the money I needed and then some dancing at parties and pleasuring all sorts of people, and had a great time doing it. College truly is the best years of your life!