Gay Erotic Stories

I returned to the party with Andy and told Adam that Courtney had stayed behind and I would be glad to give him a ride home later. He seemed relieved and gave me a hug to say thank you. There was something about the hug, however that made me pause, since it lasted just a little bit longer than the typical hug you get from a married straight guy, and he lightly stroked my back as he did it. As we broke away he also lightly squeezed my tricep and smiled at me.

Let me tell you a little about Adam. He’s currently a med student and married to Courtney. I became friends with both of them when we all lived in the same apartment building. Six months ago, they bought a small house and moved to a neighborhood full of other young married couples. He is extremely intelligent (which is why he’s going to be a doctor!), but also extremely sexy! Dr. McDreamy ain’t got nothin’ on him! He’s about 6 feet tall, wavy brown hair, boy next door face, and one hell of a smile. He has the cutest little dimples, and he has this glint in his eyes that always makes you think he’s up to something, but completely innocent at the same time.

A little while after I came back, I went into the living room where Joel was DJ’ing and noticed that some guy had passed out on the sofa. Several people were laughing at him and poking him repeatedly and he had no reaction whatsoever. Adam and a couple of other guys thought it would be funny to punch him in the nuts and see if that didn’t rouse him. He would flinch every time Adam tapped him hard but he never did actually wake up. He was out like a light. The rest of the crowd just ignored him and kept on dancing.

Pretty soon the party moved outside where the rest of the beer was and the living room started to quiet down. I walked outside to get another beer and started talking to several people. After about 15 minutes I went back inside and found the living room completely deserted with the exception of Joel, who was sitting in the corner behind the sofa organizing his music, and the guy who had passed out on the sofa.

Just then, Adam walked into the room and walked over to the sofa. I was standing far enough back in the other doorway that he apparently didn’t see me and didn’t notice that Joel was sitting on the floor behind the sofa. He then knelt down on the floor, punched the drunken guy in the nuts, and then quickly ducked down on the floor in case the guy woke up. Of course he flinched again, but never woke completely.

The next thing that happened made me wonder if I hadn’t had too much to drink myself and I was seeing things. Adam slowly reached up from the edge of the sofa, and instead of punching him in the nuts again, began to slowly massage the guy’s dick and balls through his shorts! He then raised his other hand under the guys T-shirt and slowly rubbed the guy’s abs and chest. After a little of this he removed his hand from the guy’s chest and started to rub his own crotch through the front of his shorts. Watching this in amazement, I started to feel the blood flowing to my own nether regions.

It didn’t go any farther than that because just then we could hear some people coming through the kitchen towards the living room and Adam quickly jumped up and met them as they walked into the room. But you could see he still had a slight tent in the shorts he was wearing.

Towards the end of the night, the party was breaking up. Adam asked me to bring the car around so we could load up Joel’s music equipment. He was a little irked since Joel had already left the party with some girl and left Adam to take care of his stuff. “Don’t sweat it,” I said. “That’s why I’m here to help!”

While we were packing up the equipment the house emptied out, and we were the only two people there, except for the hunky guy who was still passed out on the sofa. Mike, the owner, had long since fallen into bed with some girl, done the deed, and was fast asleep with her in the bedroom downstairs.

Adam walked over to the guy on the sofa and said, “Hey Dean, check this out!” and punched him in the nuts again. “Look at that! You can knock this guy in the balls as hard as you want and he doesn’t even wake up! Come over here and try it!”

“Leave the poor guy alone already,” I replied. “Besides, I am gay, you know. There are lots of other things I’d like to do with his balls!”

“Yeah? Like what?” he smirked with a glint in his eye.

“Well, if you had any inkling about another man’s balls, you’d know that most guys like to have them caressed, not crunched by someone’s fist. You’ve probably given him “black” and blue balls by now!”

He just laughed and we proceeded to finish loading the car. Once that was done, we hopped in and started down the road to his house. Adam sat in the passenger seat and had his legs spread somewhat wide, because every time I went to shift, I brushed his knee with my hand. I thought he would move his leg after the first couple of times it happened but he left it right next to the stick.

“I’d probably have to agree with you,” he said out of nowhere.

“Agree with what?” I wasn’t quite sure what he was referring to.

“What you said back at the house. That guys like their balls caressed.”

“Well, duh!”

“I know I always like it when Courtney does mine. I really get off when she tickles my sack just as I’m about to come in her mouth.”

“Oh really?” I said as I marveled at the turn the conversation was taking as well as his openness talking about the details of his wife’s sexual techniques.

He didn’t say anything after that, but the next time I shifted gears, I left my hand on the stick with the back of my hand against his bare knee. He didn’t move away as I expected so I decided to press things a little further. I slowly put some pressure against his leg with my hand and I thought I could feel him pushing back somewhat. I looked at him out the corner of my eye but he was looking straight ahead and didn’t seem to be paying attention to me.

“God, I’m really tired,” he said. “I must have had more to drink tonight than I thought.” He put his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. “If I pass out, wake me when we get there, okay”?

“Sure, no prob.”

After a minute or two, I looked over and he had his head back and his eyes shut. I didn’t think he had actually fallen asleep but maybe he just wanted to pretend that he was. I moved my hand off the stick shift and placed it fully on his knee. I looked for his reaction but there wasn’t any. So I lightly started to caress his thigh and work my hand slowly with each stroke toward the opening of his cargo shorts. Still there was no reaction other than a noticeable increase in his breathing. With each stroke of his thigh I ventured further up the leg of his shorts until my pinky was inside the leg of his boxers. I kept doing this until my pinky made contact with his ball sack. At that, he seemed to let out a small moan and his head fell to one side.

I had to remove my hand to shift gears as we came to his house and pulled into the driveway. I shut the car off and sat there for a second to see if he would wake up and get out, but he continued to feign sleeping and his legs seemed to be spread even further apart. I put my hand back on his thigh and moved back up to his genital area. Without having to worry about crashing the car anymore, I was now able to use both hands to feel the fuzz of his legs. With one hand, I reached under the polo shirt he was wearing and felt my way up to his chest. His heart was pounding and his breathing had become more rapid.

I moved my hand down his abs until it came in contact with his belt buckle. I flipped his belt through and unfastened the button at the top of his shorts. I slowly lowered his zipper with one hand and pulled his pants open. One hand was still up the leg of his shorts fondling his balls and the other one caressed the front of his boxers. His dick was hard as a rock and pointing straight up. I reached under the waistband and finally came into contact with his 7 inch hard-on. I pulled his dick out and let the elastic of his boxers slip under his balls. I sat there and stroked him up and down while he pretended to be sleeping.

After a few minutes of stroking, he finally decided to stop faking it and just go with the flow. His hands came up and slowly started to caress my arms as I jerked him and fondled his balls. I stopped stroking him long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head and threw it in the back seat. I leaned into him and put my face near his. I got closer and closer to him until our faces made contact and his lips parted to receive mine. I reached down and tugged at his shorts until he raised his ass and they slipped down to his knees. He had already kicked off his flip flops so it didn’t take much for him to completely kick off his shorts and boxers after that. I couldn’t believe it! Here we were in the middle of his driveway at 3AM, with me fully clothed and jerking off my completely naked friend!

Suddenly he looked at me and said, “Hold up.” I figured maybe he was sobering up and having second thoughts about what was happening, but instead he said, “You need to get comfortable too.”

It didn’t take me long to whip my shirt off and unzip my pants at the same time. Ok, so he helped me with the shirt. After that he turned himself so his legs were facing me and I slowly leaned over and took his dick into my mouth. He let out a low moan and grabbed me by the hair. “Oh God, that feels good!” he said.

After several minutes of sucking him, I had to come up for some air. He looked at me and said, “I want to suck you too!”

“The stick shift is kind of in the way. Do you want to get in the back seat?” I asked.

“I have a better idea. Come on!”

He suddenly sat up and jumped out of the car without putting any of his clothes back on. He started walking into the pitch black backyard with me following right behind, both of us completely naked! When he came to the patio, he stopped and pulled two lawn chaises up next to each other. We both lay down in a 69 position and grabbed each other’s cocks. I sucked his dick down my throat and caressed his legs with one hand while tickling his balls with the other. I knew he would like that since he told me his wife gets him off more that way. He began to do the same to me.

More and more our rhythmic sucking increased its pace. I was slobbering all over his balls and massaging the muscles of his legs while he matched me move for move. I would slide my tongue up the underside of his dick and he would do the same. If I stopped licking to suck one of his balls into my mouth, he would return the favor. It was almost as if he was learning from me as he went along.

I moved farther down and began to lick the space between his balls and his hole. When I was far enough that my tongue could circle his pucker, he squirmed and let out a groan that I thought would wake the neighbors. In fact, a dog started barking somewhere right then and I had to tell him to keep it down or someone would call the cops!

I kept rimming his asshole until he was good and wet, and then I stuck a finger at the entrance to his ring and inserted it up to my knuckle. From there I worked him up to two fingers, then three.

“Yes!” he whispered. “Oh God, yes! Do it! I want you to fuck me!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, just hold on a second.”

He reached around on the patio table until he found what he was looking for. “Here, use this,” he said, and handed me a bottle of his wife’s suntan oil that she had left outside. I quickly popped the cap and spread some lotion over my dick and around the edge of his virgin hole. Lying back on the chaise, he lifted his legs onto my shoulders and I took aim. I pushed myself into him slowly, giving him time to adjust to my size. He was pretty loosened up from the fingering I had given him already so he didn’t feel much discomfort. I soon had a steady rhythm going in and out of his ass, while he alternated between pinching his nipples and grabbing the chair to hold on.

After several minutes of this, I felt myself approaching the point of no return. I told him I was going to cum and tried to pull out, but he grabbed my ass and held me in place. I couldn’t hold out any longer and I let loose volley after volley of my man seed deep inside his anal cavity. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced to date. It was made even more awesome by the fact that it was the third time I had cum that night!

As I caught my breath, I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of his cum drenched ass and lay on top of him. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight against his body. My lips met his and for a second time that night the back of my teeth received a tongue massage.

I continued to kiss his neck and worked my way down his shoulders. I could smell the stench of sweat and beer on him, but it was a sexy, manly kind of smell. I sucked each of his nipples for a while and then worked my way down to lick his navel before going to work on his dripping cock.

He had stayed semi-hard while I was fucking him, but now his mast was at full attention again. I sucked him harder and harder while fingering and tickling his balls lightly. It didn’t take him long before he was shooting over and over in my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but there was so much that some of it slipped out the corner of my mouth and down my chin.

I kept on sucking and licking him until his cock was finally soft again. I leaned up to kiss him and he began licking his own cum from my face. We lay down next to each other on the chaise and tried to catch our breath.

The next thing I remembered was him shaking me awake in a panic saying, “Dean, wake up! The sun’s coming up!”

“Holy shit! What time is it?”

“I don’t know, but it’s light enough that the whole world can probably see us!”

We both jumped up and ran to my car as quickly and quietly as we could, both of us looking in all directions to make sure there were no neighbors around. We grabbed our clothes and dressed as fast as possible. I was about to get in my car and take off when Adam suddenly went, “Shit! I still have all of Joel’s equipment in your trunk!” So I popped the trunk and helped him carry the stuff into the house.

When carrying the second load into the house, I looked at him and said, “Why are we trying to hurry? We’re fully dressed and not doing anything now.”

“True,” he laughed. “I suppose there’s really no emergency. How about I make us some coffee?”

“Sounds great!”

While we were sitting in the kitchen sipping our morning brew, Brandon suddenly appeared from the guest room rubbing his eyes and holding his head. He was sober enough that he had put his jeans back on but wasn’t wearing anything else. Even hung over, that guy was sexy as hell!

“What the fuck happened last night?” he asked.

“You don’t remember?” I asked.

“Not everything. Did you give me a ride here last night or something?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled inwardly. “I gave you a ride last night.”

“What are you still doing here then?”

“He was too drunk to drive home after that,” Adam answered quickly, “so he crashed on the sofa in the living room.”

“Oh,” was all that Brandon said. “That sure was an awesome fucking party Mike had!”

“That wasn’t the only thing that was fucking awesome last night,” I replied somewhat under my breath.

He looked at me with an uncomprehending face.

“I thought Joel’s DJ’ing was fucking awesome too!”

“Oh yeah! It was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

“Can’t wait for the next party!”

I watched Brandon’s ass as he turned and headed for the bathroom. “Hey Adam!” he called back down the hall. “Where do you keep the aspirin?”

“Second shelf in the medicine cabinet!” Adam called back.

Leaning in closer to me he whispered softly, “Did you know that Brandon has the silkiest feeling balls of any guy I’ve ever known?”

My mouth fell open and I just stared at Adam, suddenly realizing that last night with me may not exactly have been his first time with another guy. I wondered momentarily if Courtney had any suspicion of all the times Brandon and Adam had gone camping together…