Gay Erotic Stories

It was my freshman year of college. I was living in the dorms, going to my 101 classes, and trying to decide what I wanted to major in. I was taking Intro to Human Geography, one of those university classes that had 250 people in it. The guy that sat next to me was named Scott. He was a really sharp looking kid, really cute. We sort of got to know each other that spring semester. The tests in that class proved to be kind of hard. Soon Scott and I were meeting at the library to study together for the exams. We struck up a friendship. We were both living in different dorms at that time, and we were both looking to get out of the dorms for our sophomore years. Neither one of us wanted to live with the roommates we had again, so we decided to look for an apartment to share for the following year. We decided on the Players Club Apartments. They seemed to be really cool and the rent was pretty good. We leased a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment for following year. I noticed as soon as we both moved in that something was a little different about Scott. It was going to be a fun year, I just had that feeling. Scott is a really nice kid. He is about 5'10, 160 pounds or so, he had dark hair, but he dyed it blonde. His hair was short, combed straight down so that he had bangs. He had really hairy legs, and a little hair on his chest, with a nice big trail leading down from his navel. He had a really cute, boyish look to his face. Myself, I look like any other college kid. I’m 6 feet tall, slim, short brown hair, smooth body, a little hair on my legs, but not much. I already knew that I was gay. Right from the beginning Scott was driving me crazy. He almost never wore a shirt in the apartment. I gazed at his beautiful chest all the time, wishing that I had more body hair myself. Often in the mornings, Scott would wear only his boxers around the apartment. I would admire his wonderful body. Once in a while, I could see a tiny sliver of dark when his fly would open slightly. I could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, as he would walk around I would watch it jiggle. Man was he an adonis! If he were only gay, he would realize what he was putting me through. Our apartment had an interesting layout. The one bathroom that we had was between our bedrooms. It had 2 doors on each side that opened into each bedroom. Scott had a tendency to leave the door to his room open. When I wanted to go to the bathroom, or take a shower, I would go in from my room and usually have to close his door as well as mine. In the mornings, when I heard him get out of the shower, I would throw on my towel and open my door to the bathroom to go take my shower. On several occasions Scott had left his door to the bathroom open and he would be in his room buck-naked! He would just be getting dressed or something, he would say 'good morning' to me like everything was normal. I would talk to him for a second and then shut his door so I could take my shower. I got to see him naked though, which I had always wanted to do. He had a really big hairy dark bush, and his cock hung about like mine, normal. One day I got back from class and noticed that his car was there. His class must have been canceled or something. I went into my room, put my books down on the desk. had to take a piss so I open my door to the bathroom. I nearly jizzed right there when my eyes saw what Scott was doing. As usual, the door to his room was open. He was sitting on his bed, he was buck-naked, he had a big hard-on that he was jerking, and with his other hand, he was fingering his asshole!! I stopped dead in my tracks. I’m sure I almost pissed in my pants. I said, “Man I’m really sorry,” and I shut my door. I left the apartment for awhile. I went up the student union and just chilled for a couple hours. When I went back, Scott was sitting on the couch (fully dressed) just watching TV. I once again said that I was sorry for walking in on him. He didn't even seem to care. He just said, “Don't worry about it man, its my fault, I left the door open.” That next day was a Friday. I sat in class and got to thinking. Was he doing all this to send some sort of message? Did he think I was gay? He didn't have a girlfriend, and I began to wonder if he might be gay as well. That evening we sat around drinking. One of my friends was 21 and I got him to buy us several cases so we would always be well-stocked. We were having a good night, drinking, talking, listening to music, half-watching a football game with the sound off. It became a late night conversation. The apartment was dark, except for the light from the TV. It was nearing 3 am and we had killer buzzes going. Out of the blue he said to me, “Did you like what you saw yesterday?” I said, “Man, I think you need to learn to shut the door.” He then said, “You didn't answer me. Did you like what you saw?” I said, “Man, that’s not something you see everyday! Did I look like I was looking?'” A big smile crosses his lips and he said, “I knew you were checking me out!” “No, I wasn't!” “Yeah, you were!” He was grinning one of those devilish grins. He laughed and said, “Man, I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your skull!” You could feel the sexual tension in the room begin to build. A few moments passed and neither one of us said anything. Finally he said to me, “You ever fooled around with a guy?” I said, “No, have you?” He said, “A few times.” He then asked me, “Have you ever thought about it?” I said, “A few times.” He asked, “Ever wonder what it would be like to have a dick in your mouth?” I said, “Yeah, all the time.” Scott moved his hands to his crotch and began grabbing it. He unzipped his jeans and pushed down both his jeans and his boxers. His cock sprung out. It was hard as a rock, maybe around 6 inches long, but thicker than mine. He began to jerk himself. He said, “Am I going to do this all alone over here?” I could feel my own cock growing hard in my jeans. “Well, now’s your chance, man.” I moved between his legs. For a second I just sat there looking at his beautiful cock and his big round hairy balls. Both my hands were on his hairy legs, I moved them up. I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him, with my other hand I felt his balls. What a wonderful feeling to have a cock in my hand. I could smell his musky smell, I was as horny as I had ever been. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I went down on him. I took his cockhead into my mouth and he let out a groan. For the first time I tasted that salty/sweet taste of precum. I did my best to go up and down his shaft with my mouth, the bottom part of his shaft I held in my fist. I played with his big balls with my other hand. He was really moaning now, I could tell he was close. He pulled off his shirt. He said, “Fuck dude, Im going to cum man, Im fucking going to cum, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!!” I wasn’t sure I wanted a mouthful of cum my first time, so I stopped sucking on his cock and started licking his balls while I jerked him. His cock erupted. His cum-load was just shooting from his cock. All over his chest, stomach, neck, some even ran down his sides. He sighed, “Oh fuck yeah!” He began running his hands through the slippery load all over his stomach. I decided I wanted to taste his cum. I grabbed his cum-covered hands and put his fingers in my mouth. I then licked the small patch of cum-soaked hair between his nipples. I was still fully dressed. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it off of me. His hands began playing with my hard cock through my jeans. He said, “Do you want to fuck me?” I was so fucking hot at this point. I said, “Yeah man, let me stick my cock into your asshole!” I undid my jeans and slipped my jeans and boxers off. My 6 and a half inch dick sprung out. My cockhead was already swollen and precum was almost flowing out. Scott’s hands were all covered in his own cum, and he began playing with his asshole. He lay back flat on the couch, with one leg over the back of the couch, and his other foot on the floor. He was lubing up his ass crack and hole with his own cum. I began to jerk my cock until the entire shaft was wet with my precum. He said to me, “Fuck my ass dude! Fuck my fucking hot hole!” His cock was now only half hard and laying flat against his stomach. It almost reached his belly button. I went down and licked his balls for a second. God I loved the smell of his area. I let my tongue play with that area right between his asshole and the back of his balls. That drove him fucking crazy. It was now time. I got onto the couch and crawled over his body. I grabbed my cock and began probing his asscrack. It was all slippery with cum. I found his hole and my cockhead went in. He let out a groan. I slowly moved my entire shaft into his hole. It was so tight, it was really hot. I started to thrust my hips and fuck his hot asshole. He moaned and groaned and said things like, “That’s right! Fuck yeah! Oh yeah! My fucking hole!!” It was not long and I was getting ready to cum. He told me to pull out and cum all over his face. I pulled my cock out of his asshole and jumped up and sat on his chest with my knees at his sides. My balls were bouncing on his chest as I jerked myself and let loose my load all over his face, mouth, and neck. I fell backwards. “Oh yeah!” is all I could manage to say at that point. We both sat up and looked at each other. He was covered with cum, and I was sweating like a pig. We both had devilish grins. I glanced at the clock, nearly 4 am! He said, “Well dude, its time to hit the sack! I’m going to clean up and go to bed.” I said, “See you tomorrow, man!” He said, “I know you will!” I settled into bed. Man, I just got laid!! hat a fucking trip! This was going to be a great living arrangement!