Gay Erotic Stories

We’d only had our first date a week before, and until that Friday night I had been a complete virgin. I was 19 and a sophomore at the college where David, 29, was a psychology professor. I’d been in his class the semester before, but we’d met romantically online and had chatted for months before our first date and the first time we had sex.

Being sexual with anyone other than my right hand was still new to me, but when I woke up that Saturday morning in New York, I felt kind of happy. The night before proved that David did not want me for just a one night stand ... I wasn’t just “yesterday’s fuck.”

I was better prepared this time that I’d been the week before—this time I knew in advance that we were going to spend the night together—so when I slipped out of bed, I grabbed my toilet kit and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I wasn’t really surprised when I felt the blast of cold air as David pulled aside the curtain and joined me in the shower. It was a small stand-up shower stall, so he eased himself behind me and slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. He took the soap from me and soaped up my front, lingering over my pecs and stomach. He lathered my shoulders and back, working the soap and his hands over my thighs and around my crotch.

Then he reached around me and began to stroke my cock and fondle my balls. Of course I got hard immediately and felt on the verge of orgasm.

He toyed with me, pressing and caressing my sensitive undertip, and then he stopped and let go of my cock.

“David ...” I whined, desperate for him to finish what he’d begun.

“Not now,” he whispered. “Save it.”

Placing the soap in its dish, he turned me around and helped me rinse off. He used the lather that was still on his hands to wash and caress my face. Then he took the soap again and handed it to me. Now it was my turn to wash him.

It was an amazing turn-on just to be rubbing my hands over every inch of his firm body, but I also realized that this was the first time we were really seeing each other—each other’s bodies.

We’d slept together and made love, but both times had been at night in partial darkness. This was in broad daylight with sunlight pouring in through the bathroom’s window. When I looked at David, his gorgeous face with the bluest eyes I have ever seen was part of his strong shoulders, which narrowed into a waist and stomach to die for ... the happy trail ...

I, too, fondled his cock and balls and thrilled to feel him grow hard. But when I began to stroke him in earnest, he grabbed my hand and moved it away. “Nah ... ah ... ah ...” he warned. “Later.”

With that, he turned me around again and kissed the back of my neck, pulling me even closer that I’d been. He rubbed his hard cock between my legs, spreading my ass cheeks, and toying with my hole.

He soaped me up, and I felt him insert one finger ... slowly ... first, just the tip and then gradually more and more. I tensed up but then made myself relax, breathing deeply and slowly. He slipped in more and more of his finger until I could feel his knuckles against my ass.

Then he pulled his finger out and did the same thing to me, but with two fingers. I know I groaned. It hurt, but I wanted to get over the pain. When the two fingers were fully inside me, he pulled them out, and then he pressed the tip of his cock itself against me.

“Yes,” I whispered, backing into him. “I’m ready.”

He pushed himself just a little more into me, and I gasped. A little more. I exhaled and forced myself to relax ... He pulled me closer and thrust all the way into me. I let out a cry, but he kissed my neck an just held himself inside me for a moment. Then he slowly withdrew.

“Please ...” I whispered.

“Later. I promise.”

I smelled shampoo, and then he began to wash my hair. The way his fingertips massaged my scalp made me delirious. After we were both showered and shampooed, he reached around me, turned off the shower, and pulled open the curtain.

He wrapped me in a luxuriously thick towel and rubbed me dry, holding me tight in his arms all the while. I was in heaven.

“Today, you get to decide what to do. Anything you want.”

There was really only one thing I wanted to do, but I knew what he meant. It was obvious that the sex was going to be great—was already great, and I was amazed at how uninhibited I was beginning to be with him—but he wanted to make sure that there could be more. Would there be enough to make us feel like a couple, when we weren’t swallowing each other’s cocks?

I hoped so because I was really starting to like David, and I really liked the way I felt when I was with him. I told him that it didn’t really matter what we did that morning ... that whatever it was, as long as it was with him, it would be great.

“As long,” I added, as we came back to his artist friend’s loft in time for him to fuck my virgin ass before we had to go back to campus.

He smiled and promised.