Gay Erotic Stories

Mark was a tall guy, close to 6’, slim and well put together. He was not an athlete but was in Army Cadets. I was a typical high school nerd, but we had developed a close friendship during our high school years. It’s true what they say - opposites attract.

Mark and I were both involved in one extra-curricular activity together - Drama. I was an actor, and he was the lighting and sound director. He was busy one day trying to get the school stage cleaned up and ready for our next production. Unfortunately, the wrestling team had left the mats laying flat on the stage area after their last practice and rolling them back up for storage is next to impossible for only one guy. I offered to lend a hand thinking this would get us going home sooner.

We struggled for some time, but finally got them rolled and secured with the tie down straps, then rolled them against the back wall. Mark then insisted on getting the stage drops in place. He knew that if they were there, the wrestling team would take the hint and not use the stage for practice again until after the Drama department’s production was done.

By the time everything was in place, it was well past 5:00pm and we were both covered in sweat and grime. Mark suggested that we go down to the green room below the stage and clean up before heading home. Mark peeled off his white t-shirt as we were going down the stairs. When he got to the bottom he turned and playfully tossed the shirt back up, into my face as I was coming down behind him. I then threw it back at him but missed as he was already ducking through the doorway into the green room. I jumped down the last two or three steps and bounded into the room, chasing Mark.

As I turned through the doorway, I ran straight into him. Once through the door and out of sight he had stopped directly in front of the door. Although I ran into him at a fairly good speed, he barely moved from the impact. He simply stood there and put his arms around my body holding me against his. Embarrassed, I tried to pull back, but he held firm.

He looked down at me and thanked me for helping him on the stage, then without warning, kissed me on the lips. This first kiss, was not a simple peck. It was full and firm on my mouth lasting several seconds. He broke it off and looked deep into my eyes, checking for my reaction. He stepped back, but did not fully take his arms from around me. I think he was giving me the chance to stop what was happening. Dumb founded, I stared at him, then placed a hand on his smooth bare chest.

With no words yet spoken, he came forward and kissed me again. This time, it was a warm deep kiss as he parted my lips with his tongue and I accepted. This kiss lasted much longer than the first and we embraced each other now, pulling each as close as two people can possibly be without being inside one another.

He began pulling at my t-shirt, tugging it out of my tight jeans, then lifting it over my head. I stood there not knowing what to do. I was a total virgin, but he seemed to have a better idea of the expected proceedings. When he began to undo my jeans, I thought I should just follow his lead and began to fumble with his belt.

As I got his belt undone and his fly down, he was pushing my jeans down from my hips exposing my ass. My cock was hard as an iron bar and snapped up against my stomach as it was released from my underwear.

In the showers after gym class, the other guys had always teased me about my little dick. Today though, as Mark looked at it I heard for the first time the phrase “grower, not a shower”. My hard dick, at age 18 was already about 7 inches long and quite thick. Mark dropped to his knees and, taking my dick in his hand, began to lick at the head. He licked beyond the head, down the shaft, to my pubes then to my balls. Once he had the sweat licked from my sack, he took first one nut then the other into his mouth and rolled them around with his tongue. These new sensations were driving me wild and I was almost ready to cum. Mark seemed to sense this. He released my ball sack, pulled away and stood.

He stepped away from me and finished undressing himself. Taking his lead, I finished removing my jeans, shoes and socks. Once we were both naked I stared at Mark’s slim body in wonderment. While I had seen him naked in the showers many times, I had never really looked at him. As I said he was tall and slim but well put together. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist with a flat stomach. He had a sprinkling of dark hair across his chest and down his stomach, becoming a full thick bush at his groin. His cock stood straight out from his body. It was slightly smaller than mine but still looked beautiful to me. I had a hard time peeling my eyes off it. He turned to walk over to an old sofa and I looked at his ass for the first time. It was a round bubble butt that dimpled in on the sides, sitting high atop his powerful legs, with thick muscled thighs and calves.

He sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside him, inviting me to join him. A second invitation was not needed, although, I did not sit beside him. I climbed into his lap, facing him with my legs on either side of his body. We kissed again, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies, our hard cocks pressed between us.

Soon we were both covered in a fine film of sweat, more from the heat of our passion then from our previous exertion on the stage. The friction on our cocks pressed between us proved too much for our young eager selves and we were both cumming much too soon. As I began to feel the familiar sensations of a building climax, Mark also began to make movements that seemed more urgent and forceful than only moments before. I shot my load, coating both our stomachs. Mark’s head suddenly snapped back against the sofa and he got a look of intense pain across his face. I knew he was not in pain though as I felt his dick pulsing between us and adding his cum to mine against our bodies.

When his spasms ended, he took my head in his hands pulled me back in for another long kiss. We then stretched out on the sofa, him lying against the back on his side holding me as I laid on my back. We talked for some time. He told me he had been having sex with other guys for a couple of years, mostly other guys in the Army Cadets at their camps. He also told me that he knew he was gay and had had a crush on me almost from the day we first met. I told him this had been my first experience and he was shocked. He always thought that I had a girlfriend or two given that I mostly hung around with girls.

After about an hour, despite having regained our hardons, we resisted temptation and got ourselves dressed. I drove Mark home and he kissed me good night before getting out of the car. When I got home I called him right away. We talked on the phone for hours that night.

Our experience had cemented our friendship. We were inseparable after that day, having sex as often as we could - wherever we could. He taught me how to suck his cock and get fucked. He taught me about sucking balls and rimming ass. He taught me so many things about gay sex, often telling me I was very good and a fast learner. This continued until a few months following graduation. Mark enlisted in the regular Armed Forces and was sent east for training and posting. I had enrolled in university here at home. We kept close contact and whenever he came home our reunions were hot and sweet.

Then came a day when Marks’ mother called me and said that Mark had been killed in car accident while overseas. My world seemed to end that day. My best friend, my lover was gone.

As I think back on my time with Mark, and about Mark himself, I realize how I came to become so fascinated by certain body types and attributes. I am strongly attracted to men with good physiques, high round asses, and hairy chests. I love to suck cock, rim and get fucked by a dominant yet passionate top. These are all the things that Mark was. My first and most enduring experience.