Gay Erotic Stories

“Late 20’s” made me think he was maybe a grad student or even a post-grad. And the way he described himself as “lonely,” “shy,” and “closeted” reminded me of me. I knew I was not the only gay kid on campus, I’d even seen one couple around a couple of times holding hands and kissing.

But I could not bring myself to admit my great secret to anyone.

So, after reading his ad about a hundred times, and composing at least fifteen messages in my mind to him, I e-mailed him.

Over the course of the next couple of months, we exchanged two and three e- mails a day and even IMed a couple of times. We’d agreed, because we were both still in the closet, not to reveal names or anything else that might allow one of us to identify the other. Just in case. Ages, yes; I was 19, and he was 27. But not majors, not what courses we’d taken, where we hung out, not whether we might actually already know each other.

But we talked about everything else: philosophy and religion, art and literature, the kind of guys we liked and what kind of relationship we wished we might have some day. He admitted to me that he’d had very little experience with guys, and I admitted to him that I’d had none.

I was nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and I was still a total virgin.

I really don’t remember who suggested first that we get together, actually meet, but the idea was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. I have to admit, though, that, not only did I get very aroused every time we chatted—most days I played with myself while we were online together, and then jacked off immediately afterward—but I was also beginning to have feelings for this kind, thoughtful, intelligent man whose personality I could see even if I couldn’t see his face.

So we decided to meet. I don’t know whether it was intentional or by accident that we set our date for the evening of Valentines Day. He described what he would be wearing: jacket, tie, sweater, jeans. I told him I didn’t have a jacket and tie on campus, but I had a nice black and white striped dress shirt and nice dress pants. He said that would be fine.

We agreed to meet someplace public, the main lobby of the student union. By the big stairs. Eight o’clock. I wanted to ask him what we would be doing? Would we have dinner? Maybe go to a gay bar?

Would we have sex?

But I didn’t want to sound like a total geek. Or a slut.

Of course, I got there early, and every guy who passed by or paused by the steps to look around was either a thrill or a disappointment. Eight o’clock came and went, and the lobby was more crowded than I thought it would be. There had to have been a dozen people hanging around the staircase, guys, girls, couples..

I was looking for Mine when I caught the eye of my last semester’s Intro to Psych professor. He looked at me curiously and slowly walked toward me. It had been a mid-sized lecture class, so I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t really recognize me. After all, I’d spoken no more than five words directly to him the entire semester.

And those five words had only been because I desperately wanted to talk to him, to have him notice me. The man was gorgeous! Tall, thin but firm looking, sandy brown hair, blue eyes ...

And here he was walking up to talk to me ... when I was expecting to meet someone else!

He stood in front of me and shifted around awkwardly. I got the impression that he wasn’t sure whether or not to talk to me—or how. Finally he extended his hand. “David Cooper.”

“I know you, Dr. Cooper,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it. “I had you last semester. Psych 101.”

He smiled in recognition. “That’s right. And your name?”

“Andrew Markham.”

“Well, Mr. Markham,” he said, brushing imaginary lint from the lapels of his jacket. “It seems I am looking for a young man in a black and white striped dress shirt, who I hope has not stood me up.”

Oh my God!

That was the first time that I noticed the jacket. And the tie. And the sweater. And the jeans ... those lovely, lovely jeans.

I couldn’t believe the way they fit him, especially the way they hugged his hips and cradled his cock and balls. It was all I could do not to stare. When I looked away, most certainly blushing, he smiled.

“It’s all right,” he whispered. “I wore these jeans for just that reason.”

I looked again and let myself smile.

“That’s better.”

“Dr. Cooper ...” I didn’t really know what to say. I’d answered the ad, was not disappointed in whom I’d met, but could not conceive of the idea that I was at all what he’d had in mind.

“Not here.” He turned and walked toward the exit. I didn’t know whether or not to follow until he paused with his hand on the door and turned. “Coming?”

Without thinking, I followed him out the door and onto the street. “My car is just over there.”

I was afraid to ask where we were going. I was curious, but I didn’t want to spoil anything. While he drove, our knees touched once or twice, and once when he was scratching an apparent itch on his leg, the back of his hand caressed the top of my thigh, but otherwise it was an innocent ride.

But all the while, my heart was pounding, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

We took the Interstate and rode for about fifteen minutes. It occurred to me that he was taking me out of town because he didn’t want to be seen by anyone he knew. I had to admit that I kind of felt the same way—though everyone I knew was on campus.

We pulled up in front of a little Italian restaurant. The inside was candlelit, romantic. We sat in a dim corner.

“Order whatever you want,” he said. “It’s my treat.”

I wanted to protest, but the fact is I knew I didn’t have enough money to cover the prices on the menu. The dinner was leisurely. At first it was awkward, and I could not think of anything to say along the line of small talk. But eventually we began to talk about the stuff we chatted about online, and we both relaxed. The only time I felt nervous was when we made eye contact. He always smiled, and my cock was so hard.

He paid the check, and we walked back to his car. Before he started the motor, he turned to me. “What were you hoping for when you came out to meet LoneOne23?”

I fumbled my reply. “This has been ... dinner was great.”

“You were hoping to go out to dinner?” Was it my imagination, or did he sound a little disappointed.

“Well ... I wanted to meet him ... to meet you ... and ... you know, hang out ...”

He started the car and eased out into traffic. “I guess what I’m asking is: do you want me to take you back to campus ... or would you like to come back to my place?”

Oh shit. I practically came in my pants.

“Or we could go someplace else. I don’t know many gay hangouts, but there is one ...”

“I’m too young to get into a bar. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

We were once again on the Interstate. “So ...?” he asked.

“What would you think of me if I said ‘your place’?”

He laughed and touched my leg right near my crotch. “I’d think you had made me very happy.”

A few minutes later, we parked in front of a Craftsman style bungalow on a quiet street. When he had his front door open, he turned to me. The look in his eyes was enough to make me pass out.

“Are you sure you want to come in?”

“I ... I ...” I did! I did want to go in!

“I don’t want to feel as if I’m pressuring you to do anything you’re not ready for ...” But he leaned over and kissed me ... just a short, gentle kiss, but fully on my lips. And he caressed my cheek with the back of his finger. I followed him into the house, and he closed and locked the door behind us.

He whispered my name in the darkness of the front hallway, and then I felt him kiss me again ... again fully on the lips, but this time slow and lingering. I felt his hand on the back of my head pulling me in to him while his other hand toyed with the buttons on my shirt.

He whispered my name again, and my shirt was unbuttoned. He kissed my mouth, my throat, my neck, and then my breast, sucking my nipple and biting it a little.

“Dr. Cooper ...”

“Do you like this?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Call me David.”

“David.” Just saying his first name made my hard and wet cock jump inside my pants.

He worked my shirt tails out of my pants and peeled my sleeves off of my arms, dropping the shirt to the floor. My eyes had grown adjusted to the semi-darkness, so I could watch as he slid off his jacket and let it fall. Then he pulled the sweater over his head, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his own shirt. Instinctively, without thinking or waiting for an invitation, I touched his body ... his hard chest muscles and his perfect, silky skin ... he sighed and leaned in to kiss me again.

This time he forced my mouth open and explored me with his tongue. Slowly I felt him pushing me, and we inched backward until I was pressed against a wall. Kissing and licking my body, he sank to his knees and toyed with my belt buckle and the button at the top of my pants.

I groaned when I felt him slowly tugging down my fly.

“Dr. Cooper.”

“David.”

“David.”

My pants were unzipped and falling around my ankles. I slipped out of my loafers and stepped out of the pants while he kissed my stomach, just above the waist band of my black boxer briefs.

I was harder than I’d ever been before, and I knew that I’d been leaking so much precum that my underpants had to be wet. As if reading my mind, he licked the spot where the tip of my cock was leaking and teased my throbbing cock with his mouth.

While ministering to me, he grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. I stepped out of them.

I was naked.

He stood and kissed me again. I gasped when he cupped my cock and balls in his hand and curled his gentle fingers around my trembling shaft.

“No one has ever touched me ...”

He shushed me, took my hand, and led me upstairs to his bedroom. The light was dim and golden, and he had me lie on his bed. I watched in the lamplight as he took off his own clothes—dropping his shirt to the floor, working himself out of his perfect, snug jeans.

When he was naked, he knelt on the bed astride my legs.

“This is what you want?”

I nodded.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Would ... you ...”

“Would I what?”

“Would ... you ... suck me?”

“What’s my name?”

“David.”

“Ask me to suck you.”

“Would ... you ... suck me, David?”

Without another word, he bent forward and slid my full hot cock into his mouth. I let out a cry, and he closed his mouth, his warm and wet tongue licking me and giving me a feeling I’d never had before.

He began to suck me in earnest, taking me deep into his throat and then releasing me so that only the most sensitive part of my tip was between his lips. I panted and gasped as I could feel myself nearing climax.

Just when I knew I could not hold out any longer, he slid me from his mouth and began to kiss his way up my body to my lips. This time I opened my mouth willingly for his tongue, and we moved together, our two cocks touching and rubbing in a unison motion. Our eyes locked in a fierce stare, he reached under the pillow beneath my head and pulled out a condom. Wordlessly, he tore open the wrapper with his mouth and extracted the rubber sheath.

I was just about to whisper that I was afraid, that I didn’t think I could take him, when he held his finger to my lips to quiet me. He sat up and placed the condom on my cock. Then he unrolled it over me with his mouth, He held his tongue against me for just a second and then let me go.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Dr. Cooper ... David ... I ...”

He rolled over onto his back and pulled me over so that I now lay atop him. We kissed again, long and deep. There was a desperate heat in the way he breathed across my check and tore across my back with his fingernails. I felt his legs open beneath me, and he thrust up toward me. Without really having to think about it, I placed the tip of my rubbered cock at his hole and began to enter him.

“Yes,” he hissed, as I pushed into him until my lower stomach was pressed against his. Again he arched his back and thrust up toward me, so I slowly began to move, in and out, gradually thrusting deeper and harder.

“David ... I ...”

“I know he whispered.”

We were moving like a single person now, and nothing felt more normal or natural than for me to be inside of him, feeling him engulf me, He pulled me down to kiss me and wrapped his legs around my back, pulling me in deeper with every thrust.

I was so close to cumming, I wanted to scream, and then I did cum, and I did scream ... groaning with every spasm that sent gushes of cum into the condom. David smiled and panted, and the expression on his face intensified my orgasm. I don’t know how many times I spasmed, but by the time I was done, I was dizzy and drenched with sweat. His legs were still wrapped tight around me, and his eyes were begging for me to kiss him.

“Suck me, Andrew,” he pleaded. “Can you do that?”

I slid out of him but left the messy condom on my cock. Wordlessly, I crept on my hands and knees until his hard cock shuddered right beneath me. It was the first time I really looked at him, and his whole pubic area was shaved and smelled faintly of cologne. I was a little afraid. Afraid that I’d gag. Or choke.

“Please, Andrew. I need it.”

He thrust up his hips so that his cock brushed against my mouth, and I had my first taste of another man’s precum. Eagerly I stuck out my tongue and licked his slit and then toyed with the sensitive underside of the tip. His breathy moan encouraged me, and I closed my mouth around the tip, still tonguing the underside. By reflex, he arched his back, and his entire cock slid into my mouth, touching the back of my throat.

I gagged a little, and he pulled up my head and kissed me, both sides of my face cupped in his massive but gentle hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated frantically, each apology punctuated by a hard kiss.

But I pulled away and pushed him back onto the bed. Inhaling deeply, I plunged his cock into my mouth and began to suck him, hard and deep.

He groaned and writhed and I could tell he was ready to cum. I realized then that I not only wanted to make him cum, but I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted that part of him inside of me. So I sucked harder and deeper, pressing against his muscular chest to keep him from sitting up or moving away.

Finally, he moaned and then uttered an inarticulate shout as he shot thick and heavy streams of cum into my mouth and down my throat. It came out faster than I could swallow, and some dripped out of my mouth and down his cock. He breathed in short, spastic gulps while he came, and I worked his cock with my tongue and lips to make it last as long as I possibly could.

When his cock finally stopped throbbing, he pulled me down to him and kissed me. We tasted the cum I had in my mouth together. While we kissed, he explored every inch of my body with his hands, and reached under me to pull of my soggy condom. I rose up onto my knees, and he sat up to play with my balls and still- semi-hard cock.

When the condom was off, he stroked me gently and then leaned forward and slid me into his mouth to clean off the cum that the condom had left. I screamed and grabbed his head and, before I knew what was happening, I came again, not nearly as much this time, but in his mouth.

When the orgasm was done, he collapsed back onto the bed and pulled me down beside him. We lay there for what seemed like eternity, staring into one another’s eyes, our lips touching in occasional light kisses. He toyed with my ear with his fingertip, and eventually, I fell asleep.