Gay Erotic Stories

The school really was beautiful and I honestly tried to concentrate during the tour but I was afraid my mind couldn’t really just ignore Dean’s hot little body and the lingering memory of his totally shaved mid-section--totally shaved everything, in fact.

Dean was a good tour guide, I could tell he really liked going to school here. Had my mind not been so completely absorbed in thought about what Dean and I might do after he finished showing me around, I might even have learned something.

“So, is there anything else I should show you?” Dean asked me when we finally sat down on a brick planter close to the student union.

I absolutely wanted to be shown more, and I wondered if Dean intended his question to come out like it did. I looked at his face. He had short brown hair, cropped very close to his head and almost no hair at all on the sides or back. He had light brown eyes with sort of a sparkle to them in the bright afternoon sunshine and skin that looked like he’d never even heard of acne. His clothes fit him sort of loosely and I wondered why he wasn’t wearing tighter stuff given how perfect his body was underneath. He had big forearms and strong stubby hands that seemed to match the strong stubby feet I had seen at the drinking fountain. He leaned back on his elbows and I smiled.

“Um, do you mean like on campus?” I asked.

“Yeah, T.J., like on campus,” Dean smiled too. His teeth were white but finally I found a flaw. One of the lower ones had a chip.

“Ouch,” I said, pointing to his mouth. “How’d that happen?”

“What, you mean my tooth?”

“Yeah.” Dean stuck his finger in his mouth as if he’d never noticed it before.

“On some gym equipment,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to get to the dentist to get it fixed but I haven’t had time.”

“Gym equipment?” I asked. “What kind of gym equipment.”

“Just this bar; a high bar. I’m a gymnast.”

“Oh,” I said. “That explains the body.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah,” he said. “I work out like 9 or 10 days a week, I guess.”

I laughed.

“Are you on the gymnastics team here?”

“I wish I was. We don’t have a gymnastics team. I belong to a local club not too far away and we’re all sort of training together. Some of the guys are pretty good. Like, you know, Olympics level. Most of them could pretty much eat my lunch.”

I laughed again.

“You don’t seem like you’re the kind of guy who’d get their lunch eaten by anyone. You haven’t got a shred of fat on you.”

“That’s because I don’t eat,” he said, deadpan. I frowned.

“Seriously, you take like vitamin pills or something?”

He slapped my upper arm and laughed.

“No, don’t worry, I eat, I just work it all off constantly. How about you, you seem pretty fit, are you a runner?”

“Um, yeah, how’d you know?”

“You’ve got a runner’s body.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty good at sizing people up. Bodies are sort of my thing, I guess. I’d say you’re long distance, but not quite marathon length.”

“No. No way, not marathon length, not me,” I said.

“Well, maybe marathon length in the penis department,” Dean said.

Now I blushed.

“Thanks,” I said.

“So did you come down here by yourself or with anybody else?”

“I came with two of my friends, they’re probably off on their own campus tour. Neither of them is pre-med so I sort of went off by myself.” Dean stretched his arms behind his head and looked up at the sky. He yawned.

“Sorry,” he said, “late night last night.”

“Forget about it. I’m pretty wiped out too. I had to share a bed with one of my friends and I never sleep too good when I have to do that.”

“You had to share a bed with one of your friends? I’d hope you didn’t get any sleep at all!”

I smiled. “No, it’s not like that at all. He’s just my best friend, he’s not my… you know…”

“Your boyfriend?”

It was the first time I’d heard the term and my jaw must have dropped a little.

“No way! No, no, no, just you know, like this friend of mine from school. We’ve been best buds since we started high school. He’s not, you know, he’s not…”

“A fag?”

It sounded so harsh coming out of Dean’s mouth. I shuddered.

“No, he’s not a fag. He’s a…he’s a…straight guy who just happens to have a huge dick.”

Dean laughed.

“Ooh, fantastic, that’s my kind of straight guy.”

“Yeah, he’s actually a really great guy.”

“Cool. And you slept with him, but you didn’t like, sleep with him.”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

“We do it all the time,” I said.

“Pity.”

“My friend Andy on the other hand, that’s another story,”

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“Well, Andy’s not from here.”

“And what does that mean?”

“He’s just different. He just really likes sex. With anybody I think.”

“That sounds good to me,” Dean smiled and I kept staring at his tooth. It was that lone flaw on this otherwise perfect guy. It made him more real to me. I felt my running shorts get tight thinking about him standing across from me in the shower.

“Yeah, well, he’s nuts. He drives me nuts too,” I said.

“Did you guys have sex?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And…was it fun?”

I slapped my thighs and threw my arms up in the air. “I can’t believe I’m talking about this with a total stranger,” I said. I hadn’t breathed a word of my new sex life to anybody.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Dean said gently.

“Okay.”

“And we’re not like total strangers anyway. I loaned you my towel.”

I smiled.

“Yes, you did. And thank you by the way. That was very nice.”

“I just couldn’t stand to see you try and dry yourself off with your socks.”

“Yeah, that wouldn’t have been very pretty.”

“I’m just glad you needed a drink at the same time as me,” Dean said.

I smiled.

“That much was just luck,” I said. “Following you into the shower, that was me stalking you.”

Dean laughed.

“Well, don’t worry, if you hadn’t stalked me, I would definitely have stalked you.”

“Thank you…I think.”

“Speaking of which, can we get back on track here? Do you want to come see my room?”

“Um, yeah, sure. You mean, right now?”

Dean smiled as he stood up. “Yes, runner boy, right now. It’s not too far, let’s go!”

“Do you want to run?” I said, “I’m sort of dressed for it.”

He hesitated. “Promise not to be too hard on me?”

“Please, you’ll probably…eat my lunch.”

Dean sped off and spoke over his shoulder. “Well…if not your lunch, then we’ll see what else you’ve got.”

I caught him easily and ran along side of him. But Dean knew the way and I didn’t so he made some sharp turns that surprised me and left me off balance. Winded, we both stopped in front of the glass doors to the building since there was a crowd blocking the way. Dean flashed some sort of pass to the guard inside and we ran up the stairs. Five flights later we reached his floor. Dean found his key and opened the door to his room. We practically fell through the entrance and onto his bed.

We were both panting and giggling at the same time. Dean’s hands were inside my pants in an instant and our mouths locked in a breathless slobbery kiss. Dean was an amazing kisser and I lost track of everything else our bodies were doing while our tongues explored each other in every possible way.

After a few minutes, I noticed a second bed in his room.

Dean followed my gaze and stopped kissing me. He held my head in his hands.

“Don’t worry, T.J., my roommate is…hmm…I think he’s at the library.”

“You think?”

“Yes I think.”

“You think he’s at the library and we are here sucking each others’ tonsils out. You think?”

“T.J., chill out. He’s at the library. He’s not going to come in here while you’re fucking my ass.”

“Um…”

Dean hopped up off the bed and pulled a desk three or four feet until it was blocking the door from opening.

“There, see, we’re safe,” he said

I sat up on the edge of his bed. I smiled.

“Okay, get back over here.”

Dean did as he was told and took off the rest of his clothes. He stood naked in front of me, his erect cock was shorter than mine and thick but somehow managed to curve just a little to the side. His scrotum hugged tightly to the bottom of his cock. In the warm late afternoon light streaming through his dorm room window, he looked like a flesh-colored popsicle. Perfect and ready to lick all over.

“So!?” Dean said, spinning around in a circle.

“So what? Do you want me to tell you that you have an incredible body? You do.”

“No, dumb-dumb, I know that.”

He spun around again and stopped with his back to me. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks.

“Fuck me already. I want you inside me.”

“Um, okay.”

And I did. For half an hour, Dean and I fucked all over his room.

We tried it doggy-style at first, which was a lot of fun for me—I felt like a cowboy and even yipped a little before we both collapsed in giggles on the floor.

Dean then had me lay on my back and he sat on my cock so I could watch his face. Despite being so muscled, Dean was also super flexible so he could actually bounce up and down on me without holding on while we kissed. I loved the feel of the soft skin of his dick in my hands and I used it as sort of a joy stick to control the rhythm of our fucking.

Eventually Dean flipped over onto his own back and threw his legs over his head in what seemed to me to be a terribly uncomfortable position. I must have had a funny look on my face, so he guided me inside and reassured me with some gentle moans that showed me he was enjoying being plugged like this. I used both hands to stroke his thick cock and we both came, Dean’s load splattering over his chest and even up onto his neck.

After a moment, Dean twisted strangely without letting go of my dick and we were somehow spooning and kissing again at the same time. Neither one of us got soft and our hands explored each other’s chest, neck and head.

“You’re a great fuck,” Dean said.

“I am?”

Dean laughed. “Yes, T.J., you are a great fuck. You have nothing to worry about. With that dick of death and that kind of adolescent hip action, you’ll be busy when you get to college.”

“Um, thanks.”

All of a sudden, Dean’s look changed and he whipped his head around to practically face me head on.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, that adolescent flexibility, please god, oh please tell me that you’re at least 18. I don’t need to go to jail!”

I laughed.

“Yes Virginia, I am of legal age. I’m 18. Don’t freak out on me here.”

Dean exhaled.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to ask you before I let you screw me.”

“Um, well, you’ll have to trust me. I do have a driver’s license but it’s not in my running shorts.”

We both laughed.

“Okay, well I suppose I trust you. After all, your big high school cock is still inside my ass.”

“Yes it is, would you like to do it again?” Dean’s mouth was around mine in an instant and I felt his hardness kick up a notch. I got my answer.

This time, we never left this position on the bed. It took us both forever to cum and I even felt a little weak. It was great. Dean and I kissed with passion as our hips moved synchronously together. Our orgasms were not as frenzied. When we were done, Dean finally released his butt-hold on my dick and we both fell asleep. We stayed locked up like this to stay warm in the cool air of Dean’s dorm room.

When we woke up, it was dark.

I got up off the bed and searched the floor of the dark room for my clothes. I put them on quietly and Dean seemed to still be asleep. Even in this low light, Dean looked hot. He was so smooth, so strong, so cut. I wanted to grab hold of him and just squeeze him all over. I sat on the floor and laced up my shoes.

“So I guess that’s it?” Dean rolled over and spoke with his eyes closed.

“What do you mean?”

“Use my towel, fuck me silly all afternoon, and leave me lying naked on the bed?”

I wasn’t sure what he was driving at. “Um, well, thanks again for letting me use your towel. Thanks for letting me, um, make love to your hot little butt, and, um…”

Dean laughed and sprang up off the bed.

“I’m just kidding.” He drew me toward him and kissed me wetly on the mouth.

“Do you want to take my jacket? You know, stay warm, it’s not exactly skimpy running shorts weather out there.” Dean nodded to the darkened window of his room.

“Um, okay, I could, like, drop if off a little later.”

“Forget it, T.J., keep it. I’ve got plenty. Think of it as a college souvenir.”

I grabbed his short hair and we kissed again.

“I don’t think I’m going to need a souvenir to remember you, you’re pretty…um, memorable.”

Dean stood up. Unbelievably he was hard again and I held his penis in both hands. It was pretty sticky and I couldn’t help myself so I wet one palm and lathered him up with my palm.

He smiled.

“You’d better not get me going again; you’ll never get back to your friends.”

I bent down and took him in my mouth. Dean’s dick throbbed. His hands pulled my face upward lightly and we hugged. I put my hands onto his ass cheeks and spread them, he drove his pelvis into me and I felt his hardness easily through the soft nylon of my shorts. I had a boner too.

Dean pushed me backward and I took a couple steps toward the door.

“So if you wind up coming here next year, make sure you find me.”

I smiled. “I will,” I said. “See you later,”

I moved the desk aside and slipped out the door. Dean remained standing there with his hard cock jutting out from his body, that little curve at the end. I zipped up Dean’s warm up jacket and walked down the stairs and into the night.

When I found the motel, it was after eight o’clock and my friends were gone. A note on the bed told me they’d gone to a Mexican restaurant a few blocks away. I washed my hands and face, threw on some jeans and headed out the door. Remembering something, I re-opened the door and picked up Dean’s jacket. I held it to my face and inhaled deeply. It smelled more like me than him so I put it on and zipped it up.

In the restaurant, Andy and Will were busy eating chips and laughing.

I crawled into the booth next to Will and they both stopped talking and looked at me. Nobody said a word.

“Hi,” I said.

They still said nothing. I took a chip and dipped it into some salsa.

“What?” I said, chewing my chip.

In unison they both said, “Story?”

“What are you guys talking about? How do you know there’s a story?”

Will broke the silence. “T.J., we haven’t seen you all day. You weren’t at the orientation sessions at the end of the day. You weren’t in the room when Andy and I got back. We waited and waited for you and no call. T.J., we know you, you’d call if you could have so we wouldn’t worry. What the fuck happened to you?”

I smiled.

They watched me take another chip.

“He got laid Will,” Andy said.

I stared poison darts at Andy’s face. Will laughed.

“I think you’re right Andy, look at him, he’s like got this funny glow,” Will said.

“You guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” I protested.

At the same time, Will and Andy started pounding their fists on the table and saying ‘story’ over and over again. I tried to shush them but they just got louder. People in other booths in the restaurant were looking at us.

“All right, all right, I’ll give you a story. Just shut up already.” The banging of fists and the shouting finally faded away.

I looked at them for a full minute. I had no idea what I was going to say.

“So I met somebody, big deal!” I shrugged my shoulders. Both of them leaned in to hear better. Will slapped me on the back.

“Seriously it wasn’t a big deal, it really wasn’t.”

“Was it at least a chick?” Andy said. Will giggled. I glared at Andy again and threw a tortilla chip at his face.

“Look guys, I’m really tired, let’s not drag this thing out. The truth is, yes, I got laid, it was awesome, and I think I want to go to college here now. Okay?”

Will and Andy looked at each other.

“That’s it, that’s all we get?” Will asked.

I raised my voice. “Look,” I said, “do I ask for details when you bang Peggy practically every night of the week? No! Do I ask for details when Andy bangs…whoever it is he bangs…whenever it is he does.”

“Usually during fourth period,” Andy explained, “in the janitor’s closet up near the chemistry lab.” Will and Andy gave each other a high five. I stuck three chips in my mouth all at once. Apparently I was ravenously hungry.

“Okay,” Will said. “we’ll let you off this time, right Andy?”

“Will?” Andy moaned. Will looked at Andy and a silent thought passed between them.

“We’ll let you off only because it was a college girl. And as far as I know, neither Andy or I have ever done a college girl before.”

Andy shook his head because his mouth was full.

“Okay, good deal,” I said, picking up the menu, and hoping the conversation was being dropped. “What’s good here, I’m starved?” I asked glancing at the list of tacos and burritos.

Will looked at his hands and murmured very quietly, “Apparently…the hot dog with fish sauce…or have you already had that?”

Andy spit tortilla chips and coke all over the table and Will fell over in the booth laughing.

“Fuck you guys!” I shouted, “Fuck you both!”