Gay Erotic Stories

Chris and I had been best friends for several years. I was in my 30's; and Chris was in his 20's. We were both married, and we both loved our wives very much. I have been a closet bisexual since my childhood; a "friend" of the family molested me as a kid, and I hated the experience but I realized that I enjoyed it. Since my early 20's, I hadn't had any experiences with another man. I thought that it was something that I would never experience again. I was always afraid that any advances on someone would spell the end of my marriage. When I first met Chris, he showed up at my door wondering if I was interested in having my lawn taken care of by him. From that minute forward, his red locks, slim and muscular physique and candid personality. Since I didn't have the time to take care of the yard myself, he had the job. After a year, we started to party together on the weekends. Our wives didn't drink much, so we would get together, drink a few beers, enjoy each other’s company, share our experiences and have deep philosophical discussions. During one of these evenings, we had been drinking tequila, and we decided that we would go on a weekend camping/hiking trip. I had hiked a lot in college, and looked forward to the opportunity to get away and breath some fresh air. We planned on going two weeks from that day. Our first day out, we covered 26 miles. I was shocked that my aging body kept up with Chris. We set up camp, and we were right on a riverbank in mountain pass. We both looked at each other and started towards the river. We stripped down to boxers, and Chris jumped in. I hesitated, took off my boxers and jumped in naked. The river was frigid. I looked over towards Chris, and I saw him stand up, shed his boxers and throw them to shore. Next, he walked over to where I was sitting in the riverbed and asked if I had ever wanted to get it on with him. I immediately began to swell in the frigid water. I didn't answer. He walked over, leaned down and kissed me. I savored every second. After he pulled away, he walked to shore and grabbed his towel. I followed with anticipation. We talked for the next 20 minutes. He told me that he had always wanted to try sex with another man. He had never had the opportunity, and he had never felt close enough to try it. When he saw me shuck my shorts, he decided it was time to act. After the talking was over, Chris slowly removed my towel. He slowly stroked my dick, and I started to moan. He kissed my chest, and moved his head towards my crotch. In an instant, he had enveloped my aching dick. I had always wanted to try 69, so I pulled him around so I had a direct shot at his crotch. I inhaled the aroma of his masculine physique, and I plunged on his manhood. I was in heaven. We sucked each other with vigor for the next 25 minutes. After a while, he started to moan. He inserted two fingers into my rectum. I immediately died. He picked up speed, and I reciprocated. After about thirty seconds, we groaned simultaneously, climaxed, and shot wads and wads of cum into each other’s mouth. I swallowed all but a small pool, and I leaned over to kiss Chris. He had saved the same for me, and we both savored our cum together. For the remainder of the weekend, we stopped often, set up the tent and tried different sexual experiences together. We get together a couple of times a year now, and we enjoy each other.