Gay Erotic Stories

I had liked him in college English 101, liked his aqua eyes, his swimmer’s build, his brown-reddish beard. But in Creative Writing he let his personality show. He was always sharing humorous stories, and others that would be R-rated if they were movies. And everything reminded him of an ex-girlfriend. He encouraged young writers to open up, to find themselves, and share that self with the class. He asked us to call him Tom.

One night I spotted him at a local tavern and invited him to our table. I was sitting with a couple of university girls. We talked about movies and sports as we flirted with the girls. He was also single. The girls flirted back. Sure thing I thought.

The beer flowed more and more easily until nearly to closing time. “Hey,” I said sidling up to be confidentially close, “I’d love to take these girls home. I’m really horny; how about you?”

“Love to. We’d have to go to your place though, I’ve got my soon to be ex-girlfriend at mine.”

“That’s fine. I’ve got an extra bed.” I slid closer to him, “but if they won’t, maybe we could . . . you know, take care of each other. I like girls best, but . . .”

“I like them too, and these kids are fun to talk with. I don’t know about your other offer. Never done that.”

We slid back to the girls and ordered one for last call.

“We’ve got to be going,” Jennifer said. We tried to persuade them that the rest of the evening at my place would be very restful. They got up. “See you,” they said.

We talked some more. I brought the subject back, “I’m as horny as a Texas longhorn.”

“I’m a little more like a short-horn myself.”

“What about going to my place?”

“Oh, what the hell,” he said. “If you try something once you’re normal. It takes twice to make you gay.”

When we got there and started to undress I told him I don’t wear underwear.

“Well, I’m wearing enough for both of us.” He then revealed long john bottoms, with boxers underneath. “The boxers are to keep the sweat away from my body. And I was cold tonight.”

He finished undressing eagerly. “I guess I’ve been curious to try this.”

“It’s fun. Just wait.” As soon as the underwear was off, he was hard.

“You look eager as hell.”

“I have to admit, the idea of this turns me on. Something we’re not supposed to do; something not everyone has tried. You’re good-looking, you know.”

We lay on the bed and I rubbed his body, stopping to message his cock. It was average length, and beautifully shaped.

I then took him in my mouth, all the way down my throat.

“Wow,” he squeaked. “Anne doesn’t do it like that. Neither has anyone else.”

I took him part of the way out and swirled my tongue around his corona. Then I licked his slit. I teased his cock for a while, letting it part way in, and then mostly out. I kept a vacuum going on it.

“Not that either.”

Did I say he was eager? He turned around into a sixty-nine, and began to suck me. It was good at first, then, “Ouch, watch your teeth.”

Typical first-timer, he dropped my dick and said, “Sorry.”

He tried to mimic my actions, but mostly sucked the shaft. In the meantime, I was using his cock like a lollipop, licking up it from the base to the tip, focusing on the underside, but bathing it all in affection. I took his in again and began to suck in earnest. He began slamming my mouth as he engulfed my cock He came first. I kept most of it in; some dribbled down my chin.

I hammered his mouth for a long time, and then came with a war cry. He also swallowed most of it.

“Fantastic,” he said, “Just fantastic.”

How much did I teach my English prof.? He woke me at 4 am and said, “Let’s do it again.”

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