Gay Erotic Stories

Before I had romanced Josh, I only knew him as the curly-haired guy with bulging biceps and captivating puppy-dog eyes. He was a college junior above me, but I had skipped a grade level, thus ending up in the same class as him. He wasn’t very bright, but he always worked hard. We became acquainted with each other during our free periods when we would sit in the library and race through our homework, our eyes meeting during the occasional moments when we would be idly staring at each other.

I never knew what motivated him to stare at me, but I knew why I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His angular face was so smooth and strong, his bulging biceps always stretched his t-shirt, and his deltoids curved powerfully along his shoulders up to his neck. He looked as tough as a twenty-two year old could possibly be, but his voice was a rich baritone that never roared, and he always had a genuinely joyful smile.

Our relationship grew stronger and stronger as my sophomore year flew by. We started chatting more during our free periods, laughing and joking our way through school events and our teachers’ random attempts at entertaining us. We always looked into each other’s eyes when we met in the corridors, but we never spoke or openly acknowledged each other. Our eyes began to find each other more often, and we would stare at each other for long moments, not saying a word.

At those moments, I constantly fantasized about what the rest of his body looked like. My musings were unraveled on one stormy day, A sudden shower had poured down, and I was safely enclosed in the lunch room when a sopping Josh slouched in, holding his lunch. His white t-shirt was soaked and plastered to his body. His pectorals weren’t bulging, but well-defined and outlined smooth edges in his shirt. His hardened nipples were small, but forcefully protruded the thin wet material. A beautiful six-pack crunched itself when he slouched along. His wet hair glistened when he suddenly turned, yet giving me another long glance and smiling at me a little.

At that moment, I knew that he was the man of my dreams. From that day I, I began to romance him. I wouldn’t call it flirting: flirting is so casual and promiscuous. I wanted Josh – permanently. I started by pulling my chair closer to his, leaning closer to him when he asked me to look at something. Whenever we were writing and my right arm met with his left, I would keep mine plastered to his. He never moved his away. He began to purposefully expose more of his biceps and started clipping his watch to his belt, making sure to look at me first before lifting his shirt a little to look at his watch, which was right beside his bulge.

Somehow, we ended up in the bathroom at the same time one study period. He was staring into my eyes, his lips slightly parted. I stared back and slowly backed him into a corner. When he hit the wall, he let out a small groan: a groan not of pain, but of desire.

“Are you hitting on me?” he erotically whispered.

“Do you feel turned on?” I whispered back.

“Shit,” we both cursed when the bell suddenly rang. We gave each other a seductive look before we went to different classes. When I got back to my dorm that night, I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing I was doing. What will tomorrow turn out to be like? Tomorrow was block day, meaning that study period would be two hours instead of one. I had suspected he was gay from the beginning, and now my hopes were confirmed.

I found him at our usual table the next day. As I sat down, he whispered without looking up, “Let’s go.” I trailed behind him as we climbed two floors and made our way into a well lighted but absolutely deserted corner. “The periodicals archive section,” I smiled, “Good choice.” He smiled at me and gently pushed me into a corner. “Are you hitting on me?” I playfully whispered. “Do feel turned on?” he whispered, “Because I am, and I need you. I’ve needed you for the past six months.” “I’m all yours,” I said before pulling his lips to mine.

Our tongues interlocked and explored each other’s mouth. Our lips sucked and smothered. My hands ran down his neck while his gripped my muscular butt checks before feeling my butt crack. I pulled apart his button-down shirt and twisted his nipples through his wifebeater. “Oh yeah… harder, harder…” His hands suddenly gripped my polo shirt and pulled them over my head. His hands felt me up and down before twisting my nipples too. “Oh… oh…” I moaned as he licked up my neck then buried his mouth in my armpit.

I forced my hand through his jeans and gripped his bulging cock, massaging his balls through his boxers. “Squeeze them hard, squeeze my shaft too…” His hand found my cock and started squeezing my balls. “Make me cum, make me cum… oh…” I moaned. I undid his belt buckle and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing a 6.5 inch cock and low hanging balls. As my tongue enclosed his cock, he gripped his nipples and thrust his hips forward. “Uh, uh, uh…” he rhythmically moaned as I sucked him hard. He pulled back just before he cummed, pulled off his wifebeater, knelt down, undid my jeans, and pulled them down. He smiled at the fact that I had not worn any underwear. As he sucked my 6 inch cock, I gripped his pecs, taking satisfaction in running my hands over them. Just before I cummed, I pulled out and lay him down on the floor. I started fucking his cock with my own, moving up and down. We groaned in unison before we both fired our loads onto each other’s stomachs.

I slithered down and started licking the jizz in his six-pack’s grooves. He flipped me over, sucked mine up and smothered it on my nipples. “Shit yeah… lick it off now… yeah..” I moaned as he complied. I ran my hands over his biceps as he flexed them for me, gently laughing and biting my earlobes. I moved down to his armpit and forcefully licked them. The tangy sweat turned me on even more, and I whispered to him, “Fuck me, Josh. Fuck me wild.”

He flipped me and slowly started to bareback me, I let out a low moan as his whole cock slid up my hole. We moaned as he barebacked me. “Fuck yeah… oh shit that feels good…” I groaned as he slipped his hands around me and twisted my nipples. Before he cummed, he pulled out and said, “Your turn, you horny mother fucker.” I smiled, laid him on his back, lifted his legs, and entered him. I again gripped his six-pack as I fucked him. In turn, he gripped my pecs and nipples. “Shit,” we both moaned as we felt each other. Before I cummed, I pulled out and we began to 69 each other.

Finally, we couldn’t hold it any longer and we came in each other’s mouth. We sat up and kissed each other, drinking in cum and saliva. We then collapsed on the floor and embraced each other tightly: legs, cocks, and arms all intertwined.

After that encounter, Josh moved into my dorm. We did it most nights, but we always returned to that corner in the library once in a while to remember our first encounter.