Gay Erotic Stories

About 10 years ago, I lived in a second story walk up apartment. It was my first place , and although it wasn't the greatest , it was all mine. I was just around 19 years old & had had the place for two years. I was bartending and making good money and knew all the other bartenders. During that time I had come to grips with my sexuality and had been traveling to Baltimore to attend the after hours clubs in search of excitement, a good joint, and perhaps some romance. Since I knew what to order and how to behave, I rarely got carded. One Saturday night me and a cool straight buddy decided to head down to B-more and see what kind of trouble we could get into. After several clubs, beers, and a smoke or two, we decided to head home early. At the time I was in between real jobs and I was working temporarily at a local minit market. (You know the kind, they work you to death for minimum wage, and expect you to thank them for the opportunity.) In fact, this is where I had met my new friend. We both were scheduled to work the next day at 10:00 AM and knew we would both be hung over. Anyhow, by the time we reached our town, I had to piss real bad, and I needed a pack of smokes. I knew that my buddy would head on home and I never had any thoughts of us messing around. So, I pulled into a 24 hour convenience store about 3 blocks from my apartment. The same chain that I worked for currently. It was around 3:30 AM and I thought the place would be deserted. In I sauntered, and who should I run into, but one of the jocks I had went to high school with two years ago. It was obvious that he was pretty drunk. I was definitely not feeling any pain either, and the strangeness of the situation gave me the courage to walk straight up to him and say hi. He was tall, thin, with a good build, and that rugged manly sorta swagger, young jocks usually have. Now, in school, I wouldn't have classified myself as a nerd or an undesirable, but I was known to be different and rumored to be gay. Not to mention, that I was from the better part of town and considered one of the "rich" kids. Back in school, I actually cared what others thought about things like that and I went through high school only messing around on a semi regular basis with about three different boys, although never with all of them together. I desperately didn't want to be labeled queer and our experiences were clandestine "truth or dare" games in the basements during sleep overs. I knew I liked boys from the first time Dan, my best friend, and I had sucked each other off in my parent's basement. Well, Dave, (that's his name) seemed genuinely surprised and greeted me just as warmly. We both laughed at the realization that we were both pretty blitzed. He asked me where I was headed and I said I was cruisin' back home from a night at the clubs and had planned to smoke a jay. I knew in the back of my mind that not too many guys would turn down a hit on a joint and when they get both drunk and stoned, you can usually talk them into fooling around a little. I had not seen anything all night that got my bone hard, but the realization that perhaps I could mess around with this former jack off fantasy got my mind reeling. He heartily agreed to my offer and I told him to follow us to my house. I got back into my car and immediately told my buddy that a friend from high school was coming over and that he was either welcome to stay or leave. I pretty much knew that he was tired and he could pretty much figure out what I had had in mind for the rest of the evening, so he went home. (By the way, I DID get a chance to suck on this straight buddy's 11 inches at another time, but that's another story). Well, Dave followed me up the back stairs and I cautioned him to keep his voice low as I did have neighbors. We walked into my little apartment and he complimented me on having my own place. It certainly wasn't the greatest, but at 19, not too many of my buddies had their own place. Either they were living with friends, or still at home with the folks. We proceeded to take off our coats and I got out a little bong from under the coffee table. I fired up the first hit and we passed it back and forth until several bowls had been smoked. Dave got comfortable and asked if he minded if he removed his shoes. I told him, hell, no, get comfortable. I proceeded to walk into my bedroom and put on a loose pair of shorts. I came back into the living room and Dave had his hand under his shirt rubbing the treasure trail on his belly. He had thick dark hair and it looked like it ran up to his chest and down into his pants. I asked him if he wanted a drink and he agreed. I popped the tabs on two cans of beer and handed one of them to him. Dave took a swig off his beer and I sat down on the couch next to him. We started talking about who we had seen since high school. I got the feeling that he was just as interested in fooling around as I was and this conversation was just a prelude. I had remembered a rumor I had heard back in 10th grade. Supposedly, Dave could be dared to do just about anything. Well some girl, I believe her name was Wendy, had had this big party at her house. Apparently only about three of the jocks and Wendy were left at the party at the end of the night and they were all shit faced drunk. A game of "truth or dare" had started and Wendy dared all three of the guys to jack off in front of her. All the dudes were on the football team and I think they liked the macho idea of showing Wendy just who could pump the biggest load of spooge. Well, the rumor went that someone else upped the dare that the guys had to shoot their loads on a cookie and the last guy to reach orgasm and cream had to EAT the cookie ! Well, several variations of the rumor went around that year, but all of them ended with Dave eating the cookie. He never got labeled as queer and some how he was able to pass it off as either a BIG rumor or a drunken stunt. I had jacked off to that story several times and had even shot my own load on an Oreo and had eaten it! Dave wasn't the smartest guy, but he had a ruff and tumble sexiness about him that I liked. I had fantasized about many of the jocks in high school and had wished desperately that I had had the nerve back then to try a little harder. He admitted that he was recently married and that he thought he had made a mistake. He complained bitterly that he thought she had trapped him into it and that the baby was a result of a purposeful "accident" on her part. He told me that he hadn't been "gettin' any lately " and that his ole' lady was bein' a bitch. He then blatantly asked me if I had any adult movies that we could watch. I had had several different types of adult movies at the time. Some straight, some gay, and even some that were bi-sexual. I laughed and said, yeah , but hell, I'm kinda drunk and I haven't gotten any lately either and I might pop a rod. Dave laughed abruptly spitting his mouthful of beer all over the coffee table. He remarked, "Hell, buddy, if that happens, maybe you and I oughta just whip these peckers out and give 'em a good stroke or two! " I knew that this was the clue that Dave might be interested in fooling around. I carefully chose a bi-sexual film that I knew started with two straight scenes and progressed to a three-way with two guys and one girl. The three-way was filmed in such a way that it looked like the guys just "discover" what two men can do with one another. Dave laid back and lit a smoke as the film started. I lit a cigarette too and lounged with my leg over the recliner so that Dave couldn't see my crotch. Occasionally Dave would remark on one of the scenes and he started making comments like "look at the schlong on that dude will ya?" I had begun caressing my ever growing meat during this time. I looked over and noticed that he was doing the same. I had dimmed the lights just enough that I was able to see what he was doing, but just dark enough to encourage him to do it. Dave looked over my way and we both watched as each of us stroked our rods through our clothes. Through the haze of the booze and pot, we had both been desensitized just enough to relax and began to show one another what we had. Gently, Dave began to undo the top button of his jeans. Slowly the zipped came down and I could see the bulge in his white Jockey shorts. I had only a pair of sweat shorts on, but I began to extend the tip of my penis out through the left leg. Dave could just see the head of my mushroom cap peeking over the arm of the recliner. He stretched further out extending his long legs and began to peel his underwear down. His bone popped into view and began to fill with blood. His cock had an enormous head and the shaft was covered with large protruding veins. Hair grew up half the length of his shaft and his ball sack was extended and covered with long black hairs. I pulled off my shorts while Dave mirrored my motions and removed his jeans and underwear. For several moments we drank in the site of each other. I pulled the recliner around to face the couch and Dave and I sat facing one another with our hairy legs extended and our crotches in full view of one another. Slowly we pumped our cocks and fondled our ball sacks, while we both took drags off the bong and cigarettes. The scene on the TV progressed to the three-way with two guys and they began to suck each other's cocks. Dave got down on his knees and slowly walked forward toward my crotch. When he got between my legs, he looked up and said, "You'd better never tell my wife or buddies about this!" I looked down and grabbed Dave by the head and forcefully pushed his mouth onto the cap of my root. He went wild like a mad man! He must of been right about not getting' any, 'cause he slurped on my boner like a baby to a titty. Several times he scrapped my shaft with his teeth and I could tell that he had never sucked on a guy's cock before. I guided him down onto the floor and straddled his face and used my hands to pump my pecker into his mouth. I was beginning to get off on the fact that I was shoving my meat into this supposedly "straight", married jock's mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked my nuts and shaft as I used his face for my pleasure. I decided to get bold and figured that this was MY chance to get a little revenge for all the times I wasn't included with the jocks and preppies crowd. I inched forward and slowly squatted over Dave's mouth. This surprised him initially, but he began to lick my hairy anus with gusto after a few moments. I ground my butt into his face for about 5 minutes, when he told me to get off him. He said he had to go take a piss and that he would be right back. When he returned from the bathroom, I was sitting naked on the sofa smoking a cigarette and Dave had taken off his shirt now too, making him completely naked. His chest had grown since high school and had filled out remarkably. Dark hairs swirled around his nipples and protruded out from under his arms. He braced himself in the door way with his legs spread and his arms used for support. I could see beads of sweat forming and running down from the hairs in his armpits. His cock, although hard, hung down toward the floor. Wild dark hairs sprung from all over his penis and ball sack. His upper legs were dusted with fine hairs as well. All thoughts of his fear of being gay vanished. Dave admittedly told me he had wished I would have approached him in high school. I told him about the time I jacked off on an Oreo to imitate him and I asked him if the story was true. He told me that yes, he had indeed eaten a cookie with a load of spooge on it, but that it was only one load and that it was a dare just between him and another one of the jocks. I asked him if he had ever messed around with any of the guys and he told me that one night he took it up the ass from Jason, one of the others guys that I knew. He told me that he got drunk and that they both took turns fucking each other up the ass after their dates wouldn't put out. Dave then sat down beside me on the couch and lifted his legs, exposing his red anus. He started running his finger around the hole through the hair and asked me pointedly if I liked what I saw. I looked him directly in the eye and asked him if I could fuck his anus like a woman. He moaned out load and started stroking his cock till a clear drip of pre jizz formed on the head. I knelt and licked the tip of his penis tasting his juice . I could smell his hole and like the manly odor emanating from his crotch. Slowly I rubbed the tip of my cock head on his hole. He began bucking and spit a glob of spit into his hand. He reached down and roughly grasped my shaft to slick it up for entry. I thought I would have to take it slow and be gentle with him, but I guess that deep down he wanted to be fucked hard. He impaled himself all the way to my bush in about 30 seconds. His face screwed up like he was in pain and he kept his eyes tightly shut. He growled at me to "fuck the shit outta his pussy hole" and I began pumping in and out and started spewing out things like "take my man cock up your sweet little pussy" and "you like my meat stick in your cunt, bitch?" T his drove Dave over the edge and he started pumping jizz out all over his hairy stomach and fist. I continued slamming my cock up his chute until he bucked, making my cock pop out. I was surprised and didn't know what Dave was going to do. I was close to cumming and I thought about the fact that since he had just shot his load, perhaps he was feeling remorseful and guilty for cumming with a man's penis up his ass. I started jacking off in front of him. Dave scooted around and wrapped his hands and mouth around my shaft. I was so blitzed and pumped up that I immediately began squirting globs of sperm into his mouth. He continued to stroke my cock and kept his lips around the head as the spooge began leaking outta the sides of his mouth. I leaned back and my pecker slid outta Dave's mouth with a pop. He sat up and lit a cigarette and began getting dressed. I told him he was welcome to spend the night. He told me he wished he could, but that if he did his ole' lady would accusing him of picking up some chick and balling her. He reached up and wiped a blob of my cum off his cheek. He smiled and extended his tongue and licked it off his finger. I walked him to the door and said goodnight. He laughed and asked if we could do "this" again sometime and if I would please not tell anyone about it. I assured him that his secret was safe. We have gotten together several times since then. He always wants me to fuck him and treat him like he is a woman. He enjoys the fantasy of getting raped and has even brought along a large dildo for me to work him over with. I asked him about it and he said it is his wife's and he bought it for her and him to fool around together. He inserts it into her puss, but she doesn't know about his need to take cock up the ass. I have shoved it up his anus on many occasions and he always likes me to spray my jizz all over his face and in his mouth while he jacks off with that large dildo in his ass. I see him around town at football games, and business functions and at the shopping mall. Sometimes he is with his wife and child. Since high school, I've become a successful local businessman and he works in a local factory on second shift. He is still married and drinks far too much. He never says hello, and he is afraid to look my way. But around 8:00 or 9:00 PM that evening after seeing him, I will usually get a call from him asking to come over and "hang out" so we can "kick back and have a few beers". His body is still hard and manly like in high school. I usually agree and let him drop in 'cause I like to see my hairy little football jock naked with a hardon down on his knees like a bitch taking my bone up his chute !