Gay Erotic Stories

"Dammit, Mike, you can't do that! Almost made me spill my fuckin’ beer!" I yelled at him.

"Bitch, shut the fuck up!" He threw his bag on the floor. To the casual observer, it would seem like we're about to fuck each other up, but this is just typical banter for us. "I had a shit of a day." I smirked and chucked a beer at him. *pop* *chug*

"Take one of these and call me in the morning," I laughed at him.

After a few more beers, we were both feeling much better. On days like these, we usually hit the hot tub. It's just something about the hot water and the beer that really, really, relaxes you. Your body floats in the water, your cares, worries, and angst shatter on the ripples and waves.

I look at him and he looks at me: "Hot tub?" we both asked at the same time. Haha... that's when you know you've been room mates for too long. He runs upstairs to get changed, I on the other hand, kind of stumble to my room to get changed. Not quite buzzed yet, but definitely feeling the effects of the beer. I somehow manage to get into my trunks and come back to the living room where Mike is waiting for me.

We walk out to the tub, cover the cooler with our towels, and crawl into the hot tub. Okay, I crawled in. He just got in casually. How many had I had? I was already this fucked up? Anyway, we sat there just shootin' the bull. I'm babbling about this test that I'd bombed. He's bitching about this grad student who's pretty much just ruined his life. Drink your cares away. Worries for another day...

I was so hammered; I just sat there, totally buzzed. Floating in the water and floating in my skin. I sat there staring at my bud. He's a good guy and good looking. I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend. Sure, he's a little skinny, but he's a sharp dresser, smart, funny, and really sincere. In my head, I started thumbing through my black book to see who I could set him up with. I'd set him up with one of my girl's friends, but they can be a little skanky sometimes. He's a good guy so he should have a good girl.

"Whatcha' thinkin' 'bout, man?" he asked me. I came back to reality, not knowing I had been staring at him.

"Oh, man, I was just thinking of who I should hook you up with," I told him.

"Oh yeah? Who'd you have in mind?" he asked me.

"I was thinking of maybe one of Shelley's friends, but they're a little too skanky for ya.'"

"You think so?"

"I don't think you could handle one of 'em man. Hell, even Shelley's a handful."

"Do I detect a little frustration, Shy?"

"Don't even get me started. She won't put out anymore. I practically have to beg for head," I told him. "It's like she wants me to do something, won't tell me what it is, and all I can think of is fucking her brains out."

"She's a hottie, no doubt," he said. He scooted closer to me to get another beer from the cooler behind me. I stood up to get another beer out of the cooler too, not realizing that I had started to get horny, just thinking about Shelley. I grabbed the beer and just about collapsed in the hot tub. *pop* *chug*

"So what do you look for in a gal?" I asked him. "Tell me what you want and I'll hook you up."

"You... er.... huge titties," he said. I was so fucked up I didn't think anything of it.

"Big titties," I said to myself, making a mental checklist. "What else?" My head was really swimming now. I felt like I had cotton in my ears. The water was so warm.

"Shy? Shy?! Yo, Hyatt!!!" I woke up to my roomie shaking my shoulder. "Are you alright?" I didn't even remember falling asleep.

"Yeah, man. I'm cool," I said. Looking around and trying to play it off.

"I think maybe we should get you inside before you pass out and drown here," he said. Not really having the strength to disagree, I sort of crawled out of the hot tub. I was getting ready to stand up and felt my legs give out. Thankfully, Mike had my back. He swooped in and caught me before I opened my skull on the concrete. I hobbled back to the apartment with Mike supporting me. I'm not much bigger than he is. I've got a more athletic build, especially since I run track. I'm about 6'1" and have a light tan. I woke up again to find myself sitting on the couch, the cooler was next to me with my beer sitting on top of it.

"Enjoy that last one, Shy. I'm cutting you off after you finish it." Ah well, he was probably right. I don't even know how many I'd had but it was probably more than I should have had. So, I chugged what was left of it.

I remembered that last bit of it having a real thick taste for a beer and seemed kind of salty. "Ugh..." I groaned, "I hate it when the beer heats up." That bastard just laughed at me.

"Come on, Shy. I'll help you upstairs," he said. I put my arm around his shoulder and leaned on him as he guided me back to my bedroom. He let me down on the bed, and as I lay down, I realized I was sportin' some serious wood. I didn't care. I just stayed right where he put me. I was too tired to care and too fucked up to move.

I could barely move, but I really wanted to at least scoot up and snag my pillow. I felt like I was moving in super-slow motion. Everything felt... fuzzy. "Oh shit. Man, something's wrong," I said aloud. I think. It sounded like it came from me.

"Shy?" My buddy was shaking me.

"Mike, I can't move. Man, something's really wrong. I've never been this buzzed before," I said. I could feel myself starting to panic.

"Relax, Shy. You're okay. You're not buzzing extra hard. You'll be fine eventually,” he said. I looked at him as I tried to make sense of what he had just said to me. He sat on the bed next to me as I tried to sit up. "Just lie down and relax." He sat me up, put his arm around me and pulled me the rest of the way into bed, laying my head down gently on the pillow."

"Thanks bud," I said.

"Don't thank me yet," he replied. He reached into my trunks and started to untie them. It didn't register what he was doing right away. He untied my trunks and uncovered my cock. Then, he lifted my legs up and slid the trunks the rest of the way down. "Man, what are you doing?" I asked him. I felt like I was miles away. In my head, I was starting to panic. My body wasn't doing what I wanted it to do. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him to get the fuck out of my room.

"Whatever I want," he said to me. I could feel him get up off the bed. It was starting to get blurry. It felt like I was looking at the world in a strobe light. It looked like Mike was taking off his trunks at the foot of my bed. Was he smiling at me? I couldn't tell. Soon he was back on the bed, kneeling at my feet.

I could feel him touching my feet, rubbing me. I felt his hands gently brushing the hair on my legs. He moved his hands higher, touching my knees, and rubbing the inside of my thighs.

"Stop, man. Thissss ssisn't cool," I said to him. I wanted to scream. I wanted to puke, whether from all the booze or from this faggot touching me like this, I didn't know. I used all my strength and felt my arm float up in front of me and I let it float towards him. In my head, I had just shot up and fucking punched his teeth in. He watched my gesture, as if amused at my attempt to fight him. He batted my hand away and it fell right back beside me. I thought I saw him smirk again. Then it was blurry. He moved suddenly and I couldn't see what he was doing. I felt a searing pain across my cheek.

"Shut up. Just relax and try to enjoy this." I didn't understand for a few minutes that he had just slapped me hard. I couldn't see it, but I knew I would have a red hand print on my face for a few days. Tears welled up in my eyes as the pain hit me. I was so angry and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Fucker!" That was all I could get out. When I realized I had tears trickling down my face, it pissed me off even more. I wanted to kick the shit out of him, but I couldn't move. I closed my eyes. If I can just pass out, I'll wake up and it will all be over. I felt the searing pain again on my cheek. He'd slapped me again.

"No, Shy. You're not going to pass out. I want you to remember this." I felt so confused. I was mad, but all I wanted to do was go to sleep now. This fucker kept slapping me and touching me. Shit!

He went back to rubbing the inside of my thighs. I couldn't understand why he was doing this to me, but I didn't want him to slap me again. I just laid there. It was all I could do. I felt his soft, warm hands touching my balls.

"Shelley" I moaned. I closed my eyes again. Then I felt a crushing sensation on my balls. My eyes flashed open.

"Not that bitch, Shy. It's me. Mike," he said. "I'm the one who's got you by the balls this time." The crushing pain hit me in waves. It started as a simple soreness in my balls. Then another wave hit and it felt like intense pressure. Then another one hit and it felt like someone had my balls in a clamp. I felt like they were being stepped on. Pins. Needles. Excruciating. Wave after wave of pain hitting me. It hurt so badly I could feel it in the bottom of my teeth. My face contorted in pain. Tears continued trickling from my eyes and began to drip onto my pillow. He watched me as the pain of having my balls squashed slowly registered. "That's just the beginning, Shy."

The next thing I knew, I felt something hot and wet on the head of my cock. I looked down and saw that Mike had his lips on my dick. Oh it felt so good. His head became a blur like the rest of the world. The sensations started to trickle in slowly. My roomie was sucking my dick. Whatever it is he gave me was letting me experience this blowjob like none that I'd ever had before.

Oh shit! Wave after wave of sensation washed over me. Chills washed over my body as it began to warm up and feel the light breeze of the ceiling fan turning gently overhead. Then everything started speeding up. The world was in fast-forward compared to what I'd been seeing. I watched as Mike's head bobbed up and down on my cock. My heart was racing, I was breathing hard, I wanted to push his head down deeper on my cock, but my hands wouldn't move. He swallowed my cock and started to moan and that was it. I felt my dick spasm and shoot rope after rope of hot cum down his throat. He continued to suck my dick, making sure there wasn't a drop of cum left in me. Shit, Shelley never sucked me like that! I felt so good laying there. Mike had just given me the best blowjob of my life!

He came up to me licking his lips and laid his head down on the pillow next to me. He stared into my eyes, seeing the euphoria I was feeling. I stared back into his eyes, the confusion of lust in my mind. His deep blue eyes were filled with desire. He was happy, but I could tell he wanted more.

"Shy?" he caressed my face. I still couldn't move. I blinked at him. "Hyatt?" He was serious. I lay there, unable to move. It didn't occur to me what else he wanted from me. I was buzzed, drugged, and coming down off an orgasmic high. I blinked at him again. I didn't know what to say. "It's okay, Shy." He caressed my cheek and my face contorted in pain again. It still hurt from where he had slapped me before. "It's okay, Shy."

To be continued...