Gay Erotic Stories

When my friend Kyle invited me to his house for thanksgiving I knew I had to go. Not only because my family lived in constant fear of our alcholic Father but also, though I would never admit it, I had a huge crush on him. We swam together about three tims a week after meeting at orientation. I instantly fell in love in love with his baby blue eys and wavy brow hair. His entire body was sculpted and I did everything I could to match him. I hit the gym constantly so that now... people thought we were brothers.

He invited me to come to his house for thanksgiving rather than staying in the dorm by myself.

We left college and raveled a few hours arriving at his house around eight... when we got there... his dad came out to meet him, grabbing him around the neck and hugging him. I however instantly got hard as I watched this perfectly chiseled man advance towards us. He was perfect, with blue eyes and wavy hair that matched his sons. As they hugged and pulled away I glanced at his crotch and noticed a rather nice bulge... "Is he hard?" I thought... "No, he couldn't be."

Finally he turned his eyes to me. "Hey Brad, Kyle said you'd be coming. Glad to see you. Rumor has it that you outlapped him in swimming the other day... who's got the better time."

I dropped my eyes "Depends on the day Sir, I'd say we're pretty even."

Jeff's eyes filled with concern as he looked at me. "And your family, sure they won't miss you too much?"

"No Sir..

"Call me Jeff..."

I looked up at him, "Oh, um No Jeff, I think they'll be fine without me. They're um..." I didn't know what to say next. How do I tell him they never wanted to see me again when I left for college? There were probably already passed out drunk.

Jeff smiled at me and said: "Well good, then we've got you all to ourselves. Come on in, I'll grab you stuff."

Kyle and I opened the trunk and Jeff grabbed the entire load all by himself resisting all our attempts to help him. It was rather impressive.

"Kyle, your dad a weightlifter."

"Not professionally," He answered, "but he could be."

Later that evening Kyle went to bed early leaving me all alone with Jeff. We were watching ESPN and talking when all of a sudden he stopped.

"Why do you do that?"

"What Jeff?

"Why do you drop your eyes whenever I look at you?"

"Force of habit I guess..."

After a long pause he asked... "My son thinks you don't get along with your Dad. He talked about seeing some bruises when you went swimming after summer break."

"Yeah..."

Jeff ruffled my hair, "Well, you're welcome here anytime..."

I looked up at him, for the first time spent alot of time looking at him. His eyes were magnetic, and the sound of his breathing alone was getting me hard.

As our eyes locked he put his hand on my cheek, then behind my neck and pulled me to him. I didn't resist as we started to kiss.

"Mmmmm... thats right Brad..." he whispered, "Come to daddy..."

As he purred these words in my ear I was instantly on fire... I crawled onto his lap and took off my shirt... straddling his legs in my jeans... I ripped open his shirt... and started to lick his neck and then his nipples...

He grabbed my pecs, squeezing them as hard as he could. He was rough, passionate and gentle all at the same time.

He unbuttoned my jeans, and reached into my boxer briefs pulling out my cock, started stroking it. Then he smacked my ass a few times and pushed me to the floor... Sitting there on the couch he unbuttoned his pants and I pulled them down, taking his cock into my mouth... hearing him moan.

"That's right Kyle... suck it... Brad suck that cock."

I heard what he said, but I could barely believe it. I realized how alike Kyle and I were. However, I didn't stop to think about it... I was to in love with Jeff's dick...

Soon though he pulled me up to him in a kiss. Sharing his precum he pulled me onto his lap again. He used his strong arms to lower me onto his cock... "Ride it boy... Ride it."

I struggled with his huge cock. However as he entered me... he locked his blue eyes to my green, grabbing my dark curly hair, as he impaled me. When I was finally all the way down on his hot cock, I started to ride him. "mmm.. fuck... give it to me... fill me up."

He layed his head back on the couch as I rode him, "Ride ur daddy boi..."

The way he was thinking of Kyle made me even hotter. I was thinking about Kyle to. As I continued to fuck him he pounded my cock withhis fist. I feel my ass start to tighten, and his breath become ragged.

"I'm gonna cum! OH fuck I'm gonna cum!" We looked each other in the eyes and he said, "Cum for me son..."

As he exploded in my ass, I exploded all over his chest and mine. He pulled me into a hug as I shook accepting our orgasm. "mmm... I'm so glad you came."

I laughed... "In more ways than one." He laughed too. "Well, get to bed. The bathroom is the door on the left so you can get cleaned up."

I got up and kissed him one more time and headed to the bathroom. Did that really just happen?