Gay Erotic Stories

It was August, and I had gotten a raise at work a month earlier. I could now afford an apartment near the lake. The neighborhood near the lake was in a more fashionable part of town where I had wanted to live for a number of years. I was 25, and I was ready for a nicer location. I looked at about five apartments, and I selected a large one bedroom in a three story “walk-up” just two blocks from the lake. The building was old but well maintained. Each floor had just two apartments, and the apartments were big, sunny, and gave a great view of the tree-lined neighborhood. That was not the only great view that I would soon have.

The day I moved in, I saw him. I was moving boxes into my apartment on the second floor, and he was walking up the stairs. He must have been jogging, because he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he was hot and sweaty. His amazing body struck me. His muscular chest was smooth and very well defined capped by perfect oval nipples. His abs were washboard hard with a little trickle of hair that went from his belly button into his shorts. He had strong arms that rippled with muscle, and his round ass nicely filled out his shorts. He was tan from the sun, which complemented his clear blue eyes and brown hair. He looked about my age, and I started to imagine what it would be like to such on his chest, lick his biceps…and…

“Hi, I’m Jim. I live next door,” he said.

All I could think of was that we would be neighbors. I was imagining the pure joy of seeing him every day, of brushing against him in the hall, of getting hard from the sound of his voice. I also realized the pure torture of possibly never having him.

“I’m Ethan,” I said, “It’s nice to meet you. Do you like living here?”

“Yeah, it’s great. You can’t beat being two blocks from the lake. In fact, I run along the lake front every day.”

“Sounds good,” I responded.

“Do you jog?” Jim asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Well, let me know, and we can jog together,” Jim said. With that, he turned around and walked to his apartment. I spied his V-shaped muscular back with trickles of sweat rolling down into the outlined round buns of his shorts. My only thought was getting my hard cock into those shorts, and soon.

As the month passed, Jim and I became friends. We genuinely liked each other. We were both easy-going and had good attitudes. I would hang out at his place and watch TV, we would hit golf balls at the driving range, and we started to jog together on the weekends. I really enjoyed jogging with him. Sometimes I would let him jog in front of me and think about what it would be like to lie naked next to him, to feel his hard muscular body rub against mine, to feel his smooth muscular chest groping against me, to feel his erect nipples digging into my skin. I would get hard right there on the jogging path thinking about him.

But except for my own fantasies of Jim, nothing ever happened. As soon as we finished jogging, we would go back to our own apartments and do our own things. That would soon change.

One Saturday afternoon in early September I was hanging around my new apartment. The city was having a bit of an Indian summer, and it was just too hot to go outside, let alone take a jog.

All of the sudden I heard a knock at my door. Jim was standing there shirtless with his jogging shoes on and wearing thin spandex pants. I caught myself fantasizing about his body as I spied the outline of his prick in his shorts.

“Do you want to go jogging today?” Jim asked.

“Well, it’s kind of hot, don’t you think?” I said.

“So, we’ll just sweat more,” Jim replied.

The thought of Jim sweating and jogging in those thin shorts was more than I could handle.

“I’ll be right with you,” I replied.

Now, I’ve been working out for a couple of years, and the weight training showed. I had something of a swimmer’s build. I was tight and well toned. Where Jim was a bit more defined, I had an athletic, solid physique. Although I generally don’t show off my body too much, today I thought I’d show a little more than usual. I put on a tight pair of jogging shorts and left my T-shirt at home. With my blonde hair and tanned body, I figured that maybe, just maybe, I’d catch Jim’s attention.

We both went outside but it was even hotter than either of us thought. We decided to go for the jog anyway. After we jogged a few miles, we were both sweating bullets. My shorts were soaked, and Jim was glistening in sweat. The sun was hot and not relenting.

By the time we finished with our jog, we were both exhausted from the heat and panting for air. When we finally got back to the apartment building, Jim asked me if I wanted to come in for a drink of Gatorade before taking a shower. I said sure and went into his apartment.

When he shut the door, I could not restrain the ideas that I had. I had never been in his apartment when he was wearing so little clothing. I became mesmerized looking at the beads of sweat as they lined up on his smooth chest. One bead started to form on the tip of his nipple. How I longed to lick off that bead of sweat. How I wanted to lick his entire chest. I wanted to put my hand on his strong biceps. I wanted to run my dick over his sweat-covered washboard abs. . .

“Is this enough?” Jim asked.

“Huh?”

“Is this enough Gatorade?” Jim repeated, holding up a glass

“Oh, yeah. That’s fine,” I replied. I had become so mesmerized by his body that I wasn’t even aware that he was talking to me. Jim then turned around to fill up his own glass with Gatorade. As he did, I saw that the sweat-drenched fabric of his shorts clinging to his butt. I looked like a second skin. I could see his ass clearly now, and my mouth started to water. The fabric of his shorts had started to go up his crack to reveal a muscular round bubble butt. His crack seemed deep, accentuated by the fullness of his ass. His ass was beautiful and tight. All I could think of was penetrating his crack with my rock hard cock and feeling the sweat from his body lubricate me as I plunged in.

I began feeling stirrings in my cock, and I knew that I was beginning to get hard. I also knew that if Jim looked closely enough, he might see my boner through my shorts.

“Here’s the Gatorade,” Jim said. “You must be real hot.”

As I drank the Gatorade, Jim turned and looked straight at me, and then straight at my torso. The bench presses and stomach crunches I had been doing must have been paying off as Jim seized my body, noticing the soft ripples of my abs and my well-formed chest. “You must work out.” Jim said, giving me an admiring glance.

“Yeah, I work out about three times a week,” I replied.

“Well, it shows. You look real good.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You look great, too. I noticed you the first day I moved in.” Jim then turned towards me, and I took in all of his beauty. I saw his chiseled abs, his strong chest, and a trickle of sweat that ran down his stomach into his belly button. I once again started following his pubic hair from his belly button into his wet shorts. I started staring at his shorts, which had begun to cling to him and profile his dick. I saw the outline of his long shaft and bulbous head. At that point the stirrings in my cock really started to set in.

“So, you noticed me when you first moved in,” Jim said, with a devious glint.

“Well, yeah,” I replied.

“Tell me, Ethan, do you recognize most guys when you move into an apartment building.”

I knew that I said too much, and I was pretty sure that Jim had caught me staring at his cock. By now the stirrings in my own cock were becoming a major hard-on. Jim was sure to notice that, too.

“Not all guys, just some guys,” I said.

“Really,” Jim said, “and what was it about me that made you take interest?” By now I could swear that Jim was looking directly at the growing bulge in my shorts.

“You just looked real good,” I replied.

“How many men do you think look real good?”

“Some,” I answered.

Jim started walking towards me. It began to look like his shorts were a bit more full in front then I had seen them before. “And you think that I look good, huh?” Jim asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“What part of me do you like best?” Jim asked. By now he was standing right in front of me, and staring at the tent in my shorts. He was so close that I could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“Your chest. Your nipples,” I heard myself saying. I could hardly believe that I blurted that out. But my desire for Jim was stronger than I could imagine.

“Well, why don’t you lick them,” Jim said as he caressed the top of his chest with his left hand. I looked down at his shorts, and he had a bulge as big as mine. I then looked at the bead of sweat hanging on his nipple. I could not resist. I stuck out my tongue and licked the salty sweet taste of his sweat. Jim let out a deep sigh and said, “Let’s go all the way.”

I resumed licking his chest, making circles with my tongue. His skin was hot from the jog, and he kept on sweating. I loved the taste of his sweat; I loved his smell. His scent was masculine and strong. I moved up his chest, licking his neck, his chin, and then I found my way into his mouth. Our tongues started dancing as we ate each other as if we were starving. We grasped each other and held each other hard. We devoured each other with our mouths, hungrily trying to consume what the other had to offer. My arms were around his strong back, and I started to feel his muscles tense and relax under my touch. He had put his hand on my ass and started to feel under my shorts.

My cock was harder than it had ever been before. It was grinding against his bulge. With each passing moment of touching Jim, my desire grew stronger. My cock was hitting against my shorts demanding to be let free. Jim almost instinctively knew it, and he pulled down my shorts. My hard-on jumped up and hit Jim in the crotch. At that point I knew that I had to see what Jim was hiding. I tugged on Jim’s shorts and watched his cock spring out. His cock was a beautiful eight inches that curved up towards his belly. It looked hard as a rock, and had a bit of pre-cum oozing from the tip of its large, round head. Jim had a thick patch of brown pubic hair, which started as just a trickle from his belly button. I knew that I had to have that cock in my mouth.

Jim’s cock was standing straight up and was purplish with anticipation. From his belly button, a bead of sweat started to cascade down into his dark bush of hair. I kneeled down to lick off that sweat. I then put my nose in his thick bush of pubic hair. I breathed in heavily. He smelled of musk and sweat. His scent went straight to my cock, and my dick swelled. With my nose in Jim’s bush, his cock pressed against my cheek and I felt its intense heat.

I started licking the base of his prick. He began to moan. The heat of his cock was even more intense against my tongue. I slurped up the sides of his cock and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. He began to buck his hips. Pre-cum was still flowing from the head of his cock. (Pre-cum was flowing from my cock as well.) I stuck my tongue out and tasted a drop of Jim’s pre-cum. It was salty, sweet, and I knew that I wanted more, a whole lot more.

I put my mouth on the head of his cock. He immediately started to twitch. His cock made uncontrollable jerks in my mouth, and then his cockhead began to swell up. The more I rushed my tongue over his cockhead and pisshole, the larger his cockhead got in my mouth.

I started to brush my tongue vigorously over his dick. I was voracious. I wanted to taste as much of him as I could. I wanted to take him over the edge. I ran my tongue up and down, up and down over his shaft, over his meaty cockhead. He started bucking some more and groaning. He was moving his hips back and forth. I felt the heat of his dick in the beginning, but he got even hotter in my mouth. The heat got my own balls churning. Then Jim started to fuck my mouth. He stroked in and out, in and out. I wanted to take his dick to the hilt. I was burying my nose in his aromatic pubic hair. I slathered his dick with my tongue as his cock passed through my mouth and into my throat. He started to tense up. He let out a yelp, and then he started to pour cum into my mouth. It was a huge load, spurt after spurt. It was hot, and sticky, and it tasted of the essence of his sex. I ate it all. I wanted Jim, and I wanted his cum to fill me up.

He finally stopped plunging his cock in my mouth, and I milked his cock for whatever cum there was left. I sucked until the final drop of cum came out, and then I swallowed it down.

I got up and Jim looked at me deep in the eyes and said, “Ethan, I’m ready for you. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

A chill went down my spine and found its way into my prick. I needed no encouragement from Jim. His round ass had been in my thoughts for a while, and my hard cock was begging for some action. My cock was so hard, it was almost painful, and it was ready to find relief between Jim’s firm buns.

Drops of sweat had been running down Jim’s back. The drops had been scurrying down to that area right above the crack of his butt, and then the sweat trickled down into his crack. I knew that I had to taste his crack. I put my hands on his butt cheeks and started to massage them. His cheeks were incredibly firm. I knew that my dick would enjoy that. I then opened up Jim’s ass cheeks and put my tongue on his asshole. He had a musky, manly flavor that tasted just as I knew Jim would taste. I stuck my tongue in his hole and started to explore. His ass stayed puckered up at first, but then he began to open up. I started darting my tongue in back and forth. The taste of his asshole, plus the sweat running down his back into his hole, put me in heaven. My own dick started throbbing, and I knew that it was not going to relent. I continued to dart my tongue in and out, and Jim started to moan. It felt good, and I could have eaten his ass forever. Then Jim said, “Ethan, I want you in me. I want to feel your dick deep inside my ass.”

That was just what I wanted to hear. I turned Jim over onto his back, and he handed me some lotion that I slathered over my blood-engorged hard-on. I then put my dick right near his hole. I pressed my cockhead into his hole slowly. Jim let out a short grunt and cringed. Then his eyes opened up and he said, “I want more.” I wanted more too. Every nerve in my body was attached to my dick, and I wanted to be all the way up Jim’s ass. I pushed my dickhead in a little more. I felt tremors in my entire body as I was going into him. He was tight, but the need I felt that made me push my cock into him was stronger than anything else. I continued to go in further, deeper. Inch by inch. Jim started cringing and he made a little yelp. But I knew that I had to go in all the way. My dick needed to be in all the way. I wanted that boy. I wanted to devour that boy. And Jim made it clear that he wanted to be devoured. Jim started to tremble, so I let out just a little bit. Then, as soon as I felt Jim’s butt muscles starting to relax a bit, I plowed the rest of my fat cock all the way in. Jim groaned and yelled, “Don’t stop.”

I was in all the way, and it felt really good. I then just stayed there, with my dick firmly implanted in Jim’s round, muscular ass. At first I was didn’t move at all, I just felt the warmth of Jim’s ass around my dick. I was hard as a rock, and then soon my cock began to slowly twitch deep inside Jim’s ass. Jim moaned with satisfaction. After a bit, Jim started to move his butt muscles around, and he massaged my dick inside his ass. Feeling his muscular ass squeeze and rub my prick drove me crazy with desire. A huge throb coursed through my body and ended up in my dick. Jim cooed with pleasure as he felt the throb. He continued to massage my dick with his ass. It felt amazing. I felt the cum deep in my balls start to churn. I let out a sigh of delight followed by a deep moan that I did not know I even had.

Jim started moving his butt around, and I knew that he was ready for more action. I started fucking his ass slowly, in and out. My strokes began slowly and deliberately. I pulled my dick almost all the way out and then plunged it back in again all the way to the hilt in smooth, slow strokes. Jim’s round ass received me each time. As I was stroking Jim, I noticed that the muscles on his whole body became more pumped. He looked real buff. His biceps seemed to grow, his abs seemed harder, and his chest became even more defined.

I kept thrusting my dick inside his ass, and he was pushing his whole body to meet me. His dick had gotten hard again and was slapping his belly. It was tight inside his ass, and he felt incredibly good. As I pumped my cock out, his ass muscles would grab my dick, intensifying my pleasure.

Slowly, I began to pick up the pace. It wasn’t just because I wanted to. It was something much stronger than that. A deep down hunger and thirst for sex made me thrust harder and more passionately. Jim, too, seemed to be taken over by this force. He kept up with me and seemed to demand more. As our fucking became more voracious, all I wanted to do was to pump Jim into oblivion. I kept thrusting my hard cock in and out of him. He seemed ready for the butt reaming of the century. We were both breathing hard and sweat was covering us. Our muscles were twitching. I could see Jim’s chest flex and his ab muscles rippled each time I plunged into him. Beads of sweat were running from his chest to his cock. Through my dick, I started feeling Jim spasm on the inside. I knew that I was getting closer to the edge, and from the sight of Jim’s deep red, hard cock, I knew that he was too.

I started fucking Jim real hard now. I was rushing in to him with force, and he was meeting me all the way. We were practically body slamming each other to achieve total satisfaction. We fucked harder and harder. The feeling, the rush, the pleasure was becoming more than we could handle. My cock wanted to be in Jim’s ass as deeply as possible. His ass seemed to be longing for my dick, and his butt muscles kept pulling me in.

We started fucking each other with all our might. Jim placed his hands on my butt to pull me into him farther and deeper. He used his strong arms to pull me into him all the way. I put my hands on his hips to better leverage myself and get in as deep as possible. I thought I would split Jim apart. We were fucking hard, sweating like pigs, and grunting like farm animals. The feeling was primal. All we wanted from each other was sex. No love, no romance, just bestial, raw, hard sex.

All of the sudden, Jim got a far away look on his face. His body started to stiffen, and he let out a primal yell. Hick cock virtually exploded and spurted huge gobs of white cum all over his chest and belly and my chest, too. The spurts kept coming. His cum was thick, hot and very white. At the same time, his ass clenched around my dick. He squeezed my penis to the point, where for a second, I could hardly even move it. Feeling that intense pressure on my cock while Jim was writhing with pleasure underneath me and spewing cum all over his tight belly brought me to the edge. I let out a deep grown and began to thrash uncontrollably. I started to cum deep inside of him in huge amounts. As tight as Jim’s grip on my dick was, it soon became no match for my powerful orgasm as I managed to get my dick into Jim deeper than it had been into any man. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum started to line his insides. Splash after splash, as I knew no ecstasy like this before. I began yelping with pleasure as I bucked him and spewed my every last ounce of cum out of me.

We had both finished coming. We were out of breath, panting for air, and covered in sweat. I pulled my softening dick out of his beautiful ass and then looked down at him. He was shining from sweat, and had an ample amount of his own white creamy cum on his rippled belly. I fell on top of him. Our sweat combined and made us slippery, and his warm cum joined us at our bellies. The heat from our bodies almost seemed to make our sweat steam. Our mouths met and we kissed long and sensually. Our semi-soft dicks became entangled. We wrapped our arms around each other, and I did not ever want to let him go. Feeling his tongue in my mouth and his hard, muscular body against mine was pure satisfaction.

After a while, I got off from on top of him and lay on my side. I began running my hands up and down the ripples of his abs. He started playfully circling my nipples with his fingers--making them hard. Our dicks were hanging down, still entangled.

“Do you think we can do this again some time?” Jim asked.

“I hope we do it every day,” I said while caressing Jim’s abs.

“Me too,” Jim agreed, “me too.”

We kissed, long and deep.