Gay Erotic Stories

We’d been talking for an hour when I glanced inside to the dining room where the rest of the partygoers were playing a drinking game. It was then that I noticed him--one of the birthday girl’s former co-workers--a guy in his mid or maybe late twenties, with a nice slim body and an adorable face. I decided I’d spent too much time being antisocial and that it was high time I join the party.

I went in and, after making the rounds of the apartment, seated myself next to a pretty Hispanic woman who had obviously got the attention of the cute guy and his friend. The woman and I were acquaintances, and she, knowing I was gay and therefore not out to jump her, seemed grateful for my presence. I quickly joined in the conversation and began to get to know the two guys: the cute one was Matt, he was 28 and had the kind of face you knew hadn’t changed much since the third grade. His ears stuck out just enough to make him adorable. He seemed smooth and had the typical small town wife-beater on under his button up shirt.

He didn’t seem like the brightest guy, but his intentions were good and the woman’s rebuffs offended him just a little. His buddy was Brennan, who was just two days older than Matt (as they made sure to tell everyone the moment they were introduced), but there the similarities ended. Matt had a naturally thin frame, while Brennan obviously had to work to keep his equally thin body. In addition, Brennan sported a goatee and a thick New England accent. Much more blustering than his friend, Brennan, I quickly decided, wasn’t my type and I set my sights on Matt, wondering how I could get this down home country straight boy into bed.

As I sat there, sometimes rooting for my female friend and sometimes for the guys, I tried my best to establish an unspoken rapport with Matt. It seemed to be working somewhat. He would wink at me every time he used a particularly good line and I’d give him a shrug of bewilderment each time the object of his affection shot him down. Then, however, he must have given up because he announced that it was late and he needed to go to church in the morning. Of course he did, he was that nice of a guy, he couldn’t miss church.

Matt had driven Brennan to the party and Brennan accompanied him home, but then returned in his own vehicle. The Hispanic woman had left by the time he got back, so he settled into a beanbag chair in the den and proceeded to flirt with another friend, this time one who lived in the apartment. I caught site of him pulling up his shirt to show her the stretch marks from where he’d lost weight, and hiking up the leg of his shorts to show her his tan line, and all of a sudden, I realized that despite his bluster, Brennan was fine looking and not such a bad guy, really, even if he wasn’t boyfriend material. I wasn’t looking to make him my boyfriend, after all, so what did that matter?

I sprawled myself on the floor next to him and the three of us talked until Brennan’s newest failed conquest, who’d already assured me in a moment of privacy that she wouldn’t be giving anything up to him that night, went to bed. By this time, Brennan and I were the only ones still awake, but neither of us was tired and so we stayed up chatting. My leg was behind Brennan’s head and as he stretched out to make himself more comfortable, he arm came to rest on my leg and, to my surprise, it didn’t move. Brennan had certainly been drinking, but not enough to not know the difference in texture between a beanbag, the carpet and a man’s hairy leg. I had anticipated me being the one to make the first move, but perhaps that wouldn’t be the case.

I thought about the manly hand on my leg and about Brennan’s body, his chest tanned and fanned with hair, his muscular legs and strong arms, and I began to get an erection. That was perhaps why I began to talk about sex. Then again, it had been on my mind since I’d first caught sight of Matt earlier in the evening. I sympathized out loud with Brennan’s failure to find a woman to fuck before heading home. He groaned and sighed, saying that at that point, it really didn’t matter which woman, if only one would comply. I leaned forward so I was staring right into his face just a few inches away and told him that I wasn’t a woman, but I would certainly do what I could to alleviate the problem.

His hand, which had been resting limply on my leg, grasped it now and began to move up it and under the leg of my shorts. It bumped unceremoniously into my now hard dick; making me gasp and Brennan chuckled. “You want me that bad, huh?” he winked at me.

“Right now, I’m in the same predicament as you. If only I could get a guy to cooperate, it wouldn’t matter which one, though if it were you, you certainly wouldn’t be an act of desperation on my part.”

“This feels weird here, let’s go someplace more private,” he said, removing his hand from my shorts and heading for the door.

We walked down to his car and got in. I reached for his thigh and went up his shorts, searching for his own hard on. I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear when I met the bare skin of his prick. I stroked him slowly as he drove, my other hand reaching up his shirt to feel the hair on his chest and tweak his nipples. I freed both my hands and unzipped his shorts, allowing his eight-inch cock to spring free. Without a word, I went down on him while he drove, causing him to curse loudly, “Fuck, man! You gotta warn me! Oh, but that’s good...”

The drive from the party to his place was short, however, and soon he grudgingly pulled me off and refastened his shorts so we could walk, albeit a little stiffly, inside. As soon as we were in the door, he stripped completely and I was glad I’d given him a second look. His body was deep bronze all over, except where he would normally have worn a bathing suit. His shoulders were broad, but thin. His dark nipples were erect, begging me to suck them and the hair on his chest looked so inviting, I wanted to cum just looking at it. His balls hung low beneath is cock and a dark patch of pubic hair in his crotch. His thighs and calves looked like a soccer player’s and I wondered if he’d be up for fucking me.

I walked to him, took his dick in my hand and began to stroke as our faces came close to each other. I could feel his breath on my cheek and could smell the lust pouring from him. I looked into his blue eyes, trying to gauge how much of his ardor was just needing to get off and how much he might be willing to try something new for him. Then he kissed me, on his own. I felt the coarse hair of his goatee on my face and the perspiration from his excitement began to flow.

“Undress,” he whispered, “this is going to be good for you, too. Those bitches might not have pegged me for a considerate lover, but I’m going to give you a night that will make them green with envy.”

I complied and then he pulled me to him, kissing me more passionately, my six inch dick pressed almost painfully against his. His hands wandered all over my body, exploring and groping. He obviously didn’t do anything halfway, even unplanned homosexual encounters. He then lifted me right off the ground and carried me to his bedroom. As we walked, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hard penis now pressed against his stomach and humping slowly, savoring the feel of his hair on my shaft.

When we arrived in his bedroom, he set me down gently on the bed and knelt in front of me, taking my cock in his mouth. I had never been sucked by a man with facial hair before and the new sensation took my breath away. Straight he might be, but he’d obviously done this once or twice before. Clearly, though, it wasn’t his normal fare, for he soon moved on, climbing on top of me and placing his dick between my legs. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand next to the bed and applied it liberally to his dick. Then, he took a finger and inserted it in my ass.

Although I like to fuck as much as I like to get fucked, that night I was in the mood to play the bottom. I bucked at this finger and pushed my body up against his hand, trying to force it further in. He took this as encouragement and removed his finger, rapidly replacing it with his dick. He seemed uncertain as to how he should enter, but I put his mind to rest quickly, “Just fuck me. Mount me and fuck me, Brennan.”

He did just that, shoving his entire dick in my ass at once, causing me a flash of hot pain that only made my own erection harder. He began to fuck me with quick thrusts, laying down on top of me and kissing me. He would pull out and then piston himself back into me, reaching the very depths of my ass and making me cry out with pleasure. He found my nipples and began to suck on each one in turn. Then, without warning, he bit one, hard, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I begged him to continue, feeling his breathing getting faster and his heart racing in his chest and figuring he must be close, too. Then he bit down hard on my nipple again and slammed into me simultaneously. I could feel the friction from his sweaty chest hair on my dick and then I came, my cum pulsing out of me and onto Brennan’s body and mine.

He paused a moment in his fucking to smile at me and kiss me. “Was it good?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah it was!”

“Told you it would be,” he winked at me again and resumed his pounding of my ass. He focused less on me now and more on his thrusting. He began to grunt with each penetration and I could feel the sweat rolling off him as he fucked me as hard as he could. With one final loud moan, he came, filling my ass with his cum, and then collapsed on top of me, out of breath.

When I could no longer feel his spasming inside me, he rolled off me and lay with a content smile on his face and his eyes closed. “Not what you were expecting from that party, was it?” I asked.

“No, dude, not really, but you put out a lot better than any of those chicks, probably.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“Really, man, in fact, I was just thinking we could make this a regular thing. I’m an open-minded guy and all. I don’t want to be anybody’s boyfriend, male or female, but I’m down with some good fun, if you are.”

“I might be...” I had an idea. “But only on one condition.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“To fuck me again, you have to get Matt to sleep with me.”

“Man, are you fucking crazy? He’s as straight laced as they come. He would never even think about it. He might just hit me for suggesting it!”

“No Matt, no ass, Brennan. That’s my final offer.” I could tell from the look on his face that he was going to give in.

“I’ll try. You can bet I’ll try because I want some more of that sweet ass of yours.”

“Good,” I lay back down beside him, his arm around me.

“Well, if we can’t fuck, how about sucking?”

“I could handle that,” I replied, and I quickly turned around so we could suck one another. As I smelled the mix of cum and crotch and tasted his beautiful prick, I hoped Matt wasn’t going to be as tough a nut to crack as Brennan thought.

I wanted this guy again soon.