Gay Erotic Stories

Between the whole David and Mike experience up until then, I had come to the conclusion that I was gay, and I very easily and open heartedly accepted it. However, I was a bit skeptical and didn't really trust me feelings (both emotional and sexual) towards other guys, and I was still a virgin through and through.

That year in high school, I figured I would take advantage of my growing body and take weight training to bulk up. The class was filled mostly upper-classmen, but I found a few fellow classmates that were in my class and we stuck together for the most part. I especially got along very well with Thomas.

Thomas was a boy in the same class with me. He was funny and very popular with the other girls and very well liked with other guys too. He was a really good guy and he was really cute too. He was about 6'1 (just slightly taller than I) and he was a bit more muscular too. We were about the same though, and because of this we became workout partners and worked out together most of the time.

The class was great and me and Thomas became friends. We would always work out together and while we would we would always talk and got to know each other pretty well. Just about a month into the school year, we not only worked out together in class, but we would also go into the weight room after school and work out for a good hour and 1/2 as well. He at that time had a car and drove and would take me home too since I didn't live all that far away from him. And even right after homecoming it got to the point were Thomas had brought me into his little circle of friends and I would occasionally go out with them on the weekends: sometimes the clubs, mostly the beach, and a few times to the park or movies.

Eventually, I started having feelings for Thomas, and I found myself liking him a little more than just a crush. I however, knowing very well that he was straight, wouldn't act on my feelings for him and played the straight guy part very well. The Christmas holidays came and our two-week vacation I spent mostly with him and his friends, and on about four occasions it was just he and I and we would talk a lot. We ended up getting really close by the time school started again. Shortly afterwards, midterms began and it was on the Friday of the last midterm test that something actually happened between Thomas and me.

On Fridays we usually didn't work out and he would just drop me off at my house right after school. The whole ride there we were having one of our talks, this time it was about sex. He was telling me how he'd gotten so bored already with jerking off since the last time he “had gotten any” was about 9 months ago. After a while the conversation ended and the car got really quiet, and that's when it all began:

"Bro, lemme ask you something... Are you a virgin man?"

Although I've been asked this question before, I've never really cared much about it or took it seriously, because it never really bothered me. Not that I was proud to be a virgin, but I never thought twice about it. But coming from him, it made me feel a little bit uncomfortable, and for some reason I felt blood rush to my dick.

Clearing my throat and trying to act as cool and comfortable as I could, I replied nonchalantly, "Yeah...yeah I am."

"No sex? Like at all?"

"Nope."

"No blowjob man? Not even an hand job?"

"Nah."

He had somehow eased the tension between us and continued, "And I thought I had it bad, Hahaha!" He looked my way gave me a big great smile and I laughed along too. The rest of the drive home was silent. The radio had been off the whole time and I suddenly felt really weird just being the car with him. We got to my house and he pulled up to the driveway. I was getting my shit ready and turning around to thanking him for the ride home--like I always did. But then just as I was about to open the door,…

"You’re home alone right?"

"Yeah."

A moment of dead silence. I didn't know what was going on through his head or what was going on through my head either, but I was just scared and really nervous.

"You ever suck dick before?"

My eyes widened and I felt 2 inches tall. "What?"

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

I couldn't answer him. I just didn't know what to say--I was at a loss of words. He turned off the car, faced me and reached his hand over and grabbed my inner thigh. "Look bro, whether you’re gay or not, I don't care. I'm horny as fuck, dude and I want my dick sucked. You invite me into your house and I'll guarantee you'll suck my dick. If not, then I'll just go home. Bro look I know you’re gay, man. I've known since the first day I've met you, and I don't care ‘cause you’re a cool guy. I just want my dick sucked--and fuck it bro, here's our chance. Now, do you wanna invite me in, or should I go home?"

His words kept replying over and over in my head, and I still couldn't grasp it. I stood there for about a minute and half dazed and confused until I saw him reach for his keys and start up the car again. Then, I reached for his hand and turned off the car. He gave a chuckle and we both got out of the car and went inside my house.

I was shaking like crazy and I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

"You want some water?"

"Nah, I'm cool..."

"Okay, well, um... I've never really done this before…"

"Neither have I,"

"Okay, well, um... I don't know? Where do you wanna do it?"

"Let's go to your room bro. I feel a little more comfortable there."

"Okay," and we headed for my room. Once we were in my room, he unbuckled his jeans and sat on my bed. I stood in front of him.

"Ok man, do your thing." he stood up and his jeans fell leaving him only in his shirt and briefs. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and slowly knelt.

I was now face to face with his crotch and I didn't know what to do. I could see he was semi-hard and he looked pretty big and thick. His musky smell got me a little light-headed, but I still managed to open my eyes lick my lips and reach for the waistband of his briefs. I slowly pulled them down. He had a really nice stomach and he even had Ken-Doll lines. He trimmed his pubs nice and neat, and I pulled his underwear lower, his dick came up and smacked me in the cheek. Even thought I've never seen anyone else's dick but my own, I could tell his was big. It was a bit bigger than my own and thick, but not as thick as mine. And his balls were pretty big--and hairy too. I figured most guys don't shave their balls, but when I saw David's two summers ago I could tell his balls were shaved.

I didn't know what to do exactly but for some reason, I just did the next thing that came to my mind. I grabbed his dick with one hand brought it towards my lips and kissed it. I kissed all of dick and then just stuck it in my mouth and gave it a few little bobs. He then got me off his dick sat down ran his hand through my hair and put it behind my head and brought me to his dick again.

I didn't know exactly if I was doing the right thing, but I know I didn't let that dick out of my mouth and I tried my best to please him and do what I thought was the right thing. And then I remembered in this one porno clip I saw where the guy who was blowing the dick looked up and saw the face of his lover. I did the same thing, and it made me feel really good when I saw Thomas' eyes closed and his mouth slightly open and then I saw him throw his head back and give out a loud moan.

I kept up my sucking for a good 10 minutes until I realized that Thomas’ hand was driving my head in a rhythmic motion. It was almost as if he was face fucking gently, and I guessed he was. After another two minutes or so, Thomas picked up the pace and I knew was coming next.

I got off his dick and just started to jerk him off and lick the head and tug on his balls until he came. And he came A LOT! A whole bunch of his cum hit my face while a whole lot more was launched until our clothes, my carpet and the rest of it was all over my hand. I licked the cum that landed near my lips out of pure instinct, and for some odd reason I felt Thomas stroking my ear lobe. Without any thought in it, I just leaned into him and kissed him right on the lips, and he kissed back too. No tongue though.

He cleaned himself up as did I and he left my house. The next day in school we acted like if nothing ever happened, and three weeks after our encounter Thomas ended up dating some girl. We stopped working out together after school and he stopped taking me home after school and it got to the point that by that April we wouldn't even talk to each other. The remaining years in high school we spent acting like if we never knew each other. Occasionally we would say “hi” to each other in the hall or something, but for the most part he avoided me.

He ended up dating the girl up until graduation, after that I don't know what became of him. All I know is that he went to FSU or UF, and I probably won't ever see him again.

It broke my heart a lot more than I had expected it too. I felt really betrayed and used. But regardless of what happened, it did happen, and all I can say is I'm happy to know that the first dick I ever sucked belonged to my first crush, and that the first guy I ever kissed was my first crush too. And besides, whether Thomas was or is straight, bi-, or gay, I don't know but...all I know is that he let me suck his dick and kiss him. And I'm sure he hasn't forgotten that!