Gay Erotic Stories

Mike’s Summer Bash – Part 3

Joel had been asked by Mike to DJ at his party Saturday night and he was thrilled. He had been trying to build his part time DJ business and what better place than a college party. He was feeling good about himself when, at one point in the evening, it seemed that the entire living room was packed with dancing people. A packed floor was always a good indicator that you were playing the right music and drawing a crowd to get up and dance.

He had been watching the floor and saw his friends, Brandon, Courtney and Dean, all dancing together to one side of the living room when Courtney suddenly squeezed from between them and left. When he looked up again, his eyebrows went up in surprise as he watched Brandon and Dean not only continuing to dance together, but were actually grinding into each other’s groins and had their hands around each other’s waist! He knew that Dean was gay when he had come out to him a year ago, but he was a little surprised at Brandon! He knew that Brandon was a highly sexual person because of all the times he would brag about his sexual conquests and escapades with girls he had dated. But he also knew that Brandon had something of an ego and that he liked to be looked at and admired by anyone, male or female. Joel assumed he was giving Dean a little treat in return for the attention Dean always gave him, as well as probably being somewhat drunk and just going with the flow.

Later in the evening the crowd started to thin out and move to where the kegs were still flowing. It was a college party, after all! The living room dance floor had cleared out with the exception of some frat guy who had passed out drunk on the sofa. Joel decided to start getting his music organized so he wouldn’t have to do it when it came time to clear out later on. He sat down on the floor behind the sofa and started to sift through the records he had brought. The music was still playing while he did this so he didn’t hear anyone else come into the room, but he suddenly felt the presence of someone behind him. He looked up and saw Dean standing in the shadow of the hallway looking at the guy on the sofa. He was rubbing his crotch through his shorts and seemed to be breathing a little heavy. He didn’t know if Dean saw him or not, as his eyes seemed to be fixated on the front of the sofa instead of behind it.

Joel leaned back a little to peek around the arm of the couch and his mouth fell open slightly in surprise. There was his friend, Adam, kneeling on the floor giving the passed out frat boy a crotch massage! No wonder Dean was breathing heavy! Earlier, Adam had been punching the guy in the crotch to see if he would wake up, and now, here he was feelin’ the guy up! It didn’t last long, however, because Adam quickly jumped up when some people started coming in from the other room. Dean had disappeared as well. Joel didn’t know what to think of the whole scene he had just witnessed. He had gotten to know Adam and Courtney fairly well during the last few years, and they had always joked about Courtney having a “gay husband” simply because Adam had always had some metro-sexual tendencies, but THIS was something else!

After he finished getting his music organized, he went outside to get another beer. He found April, a girl he had been hitting on earlier in the evening. She came up to him and sat down on his lap and practically shoved her boobs in his face. Of course he took this as a sign that she was extremely drunk or extremely horny. Maybe even both, which would be fine by him as he hadn’t gotten any pussy in quite a while. To make a long story short, she ended up asking Joel if he would give her a ride home. He immediately jumped at the chance obviously thinking he would finally be able to get in her pants, but didn’t want to leave his sound equipment here overnight. So he found Adam and asked if he would be willing to take some of the equipment home in his car. Adam said sure, not realizing that Courtney had already left him stranded without a vehicle.

Joel found April outside waiting for him to take her home, which he was anxiously looking forward to, only to find out later that all she actually wanted WAS a ride home and nothing else. There was barely even a good night kiss. With any hope of getting laid now crushed, he and his blue balls dejectedly returned to the party only to find the place completely deserted.

Apparently the party had broken up completely and everyone had either gone home or to the all-night diner to sober up first. Everyone, that is, except the passed out frat boy on the sofa. When Joel came back he walked into the empty living room to get the rest of his records and equipment, only to find them all completely gone. Adam must have taken everything home with him, he thought. Oh well, he’ll just have to swing by and pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

He walked around the end of the sofa and bumped into the frat boy’s bare foot. Somehow the guy had lost his sandals during the evening. Joel looked down at the guy but he didn’t even react from him bumping into his foot. Joel grabbed hold of his foot and shook it harder. The guy didn’t move. “Wow,” Joel thought, “this guy is really out cold! No wonder he didn’t wake up from Adam’s crotch massage!”

He reached down and grabbed the boy by the thigh and shook harder, but still nothing. “Maybe I should check to see if he’s still breathing,” he thought. A quick check of his pulse and his other vitals reassured him that the guy was still alive, just asleep. Joel realized he still had his hand on the guy’s thigh and was impressed by the firmness of the muscle. He moved his hand up and down the boy’s leg, feeling the power in his thigh and calf. He wished his muscles were as developed as this guy’s.

A thought came to him out of nowhere that maybe he should check to see if the guy’s crotch was OK since Adam had been punching the guy pretty hard earlier (crotch massage not withstanding), and the guy could be pretty black and blue down there. As soon as the thought came to him, the next thought was, “WHOA! Where did that idea come from?!?” He had never touched another guy in his life in that way, so why did he suddenly have the idea to do so now? Granted, there were times in school when he had checked out the other guys in the locker room, but who didn’t? You always want to see how you compare, right? Just don’t get CAUGHT comparing, that’s all.

Of course, he had always admired other guys’ physiques and had no problems with his friend Dean being gay. In fact, one night during a drunken Truth or Dare session, he chose Truth and was asked if he would ever have sex with a guy for one night, who would it be? Instead of saying Brad Pitt or some other famous hunk, he had blurted out Dean’s name. When the group of people stared at him and started laughing, they asked him why Dean. “Because if I were going to do it, not that I would, I would want it to be with someone who’s cool and that I could trust. Besides, Dean’s a great looking guy! Who wouldn’t want to do him?”

After the side splitting laughter had died down, the game moved on and everyone forgot about it. Except for Joel. He kept thinking about what he had said for several days after that. For some reason, the thought stayed at the back of his mind.

Now here he was, alone in a room with an equally handsome stud, and the thought came flooding back. What if he did? Who would know? Even if the guy woke up, would he remember anything in the morning? No one was around. They had either gone to bed or gone home.

Slowly Joel worked his hand up the guy’s thigh until he came to the edge of his khaki shorts. He continued moving his hand up his shorts until he came to the edge of his boxers. Carefully he reached inside the leg of his boxers and came into contact with a firm set of balls nestled in soft folds of skin. He reached further until he could fully grasp the guy’s soft but still ample sized penis. He fondled it for awhile and lightly stroked him until he felt it start to grow and pulse with a stronger blood flow. “At least Adam obviously hadn’t caused any permanent damage,” he thought. The guy continued to get bigger and bigger, and his breathing had begun to get somewhat heavier.

With his other hand, Joel reached under the guy’s T-shirt and began to move up and down his chest and six pack abs. He took a look at the guy’s face to see if there was any reaction, but he couldn’t notice any change. Looking at his face a bit, Joel couldn’t help but think that the guy looked a little like the actor Tom Welling, who plays Clark Kent on “Smallville.” He had that kind of “hunkiness” about him. As his hand came down his abs, he popped the button at the top of the guy’s shorts and slowly pushed the zipper down. He pulled the top of the boy’s boxers down under his rapidly hardening dick, freeing it into the open air. He leaned over it, closer and closer until his face was just inches away. From this close he could see that Adam had thankfully not left any bruises from his earlier escapades.

Joel decided it was now or never. He stuck his tongue out and licked the end of the boy’s penis. He was surprised at the taste. Not bad at all. Just tasted like skin. He slowly enveloped his lips around the head and gave a quick suck. Then he went back down and did it again, only farther. He kept going like this until he was furiously bobbing up and down the guy’s shaft, going all the way until that dick hit the back of his throat and his nose was buried in the guy’s pubes. The guy was breathing pretty heavy now and occasionally letting out a slight moan.

Joel stopped sucking for a moment and worked himself around to the end of the sofa until he could put both of the guy’s legs over his shoulders and lift his ass into the air a bit. At that point he was able to slide the guy’s shorts and boxers all the way down his legs and completely off. Joel was getting extremely hard himself at this point, partly because he was turned on by the danger of getting caught in such a position. He reached down and unfastened his own shorts and slid them completely off as well. He pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor next to his pants. He was now completely naked and fooling around with another guy who was also naked except for a T-shirt. Joel was so horny from not having had any sex in months and this was surprisingly turning him on so much, he figured, “what the hell? Any port in a storm, right?”

He spit into his hand and slowly worked a finger into the guy’s anus. As his finger penetrated the tight pink hole, the guy moaned loudly and turned his head in his sleep. Joel paused until the guy got used to his finger, and then continued with a second finger and soon a third. He then spit into his hand again and worked his own dick until it was nice and wet and hard. He lined himself up against the boy’s tight little pucker and slowly pushed. With some effort, he finally felt the head pop in at the same time the frat boy’s eyes popped open in surprise and he let out a slight yell.

“What the…?” the boy looked up at Joel in dazed confusion.

“Shhhhhh!” Joel said. “Everything’s fine. Just be quiet and go with the flow, ok? You don’t want to wake everyone up, do you?”

“Man,” the boy murmured, “I don’t know what you’re doing but it feels pretty good. Don’t stop, okay?”

“No prob,” Joel said.

The boy lay back again and began rubbing his chest and abdomen, all the while moaning incoherently as Joel began pushing in and out of his manhole. Before long Joel was pumping in and out, faster and faster, each time almost withdrawing his cock completely before plunging it deep inside the boy’s hole again. Before long, he made one final plunge and stayed there as he pumped surge after surge of hot cum inside the boy’s tight, hot ass.

He collapsed on the boy’s chest, trying to catch his breath; still not sure if what had just happened was real or not. He slowly lifted himself up and his deflating cock slipped from the stranger’s ass. He rubbed his cum drenched cock over the guy’s own balls and hard dick, coating it with Joel’s leftover cum. “I wonder,” thought Joel, “if the guy would like me to return the favor?” He looked at his face, but the guy’s eyes were closed again. Instead of asking, Joel simply climbed up on top of the guy and slowly lowered himself down onto his hard prick, which was still coated with Joel’s juices. As Joel slowly pushed down and felt the guy’s dick pop into his virgin ass, the guy opened his eyes and looked up at Joel with a drunken smile on his face. Joel wasn’t sure if the guy realized he was fucking another guy or if he thought it was some chick he was plugging, but the guy still reached up and began squeezing Joel’s hairless chest and playing with his nipples. This started to turn Joel on even more and his dick began rapidly inflating again.

He continued riding this guy as the boy stroked his hands up and down Joel’s back, arms and chest. The guy responded by quickening the pace and moving in rhythm with Joel. He suddenly let loose with a loud, “AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHHH!” and began shooting volley after volley of hot cum up into Joel’s bowels. At the same time Joel let fly with his own shots as he came a second time all over the guy’s chest and stomach. They collapsed onto each other and lay there for several minutes, both trying to catch their breath, both of them drenched in sweat.

After a while, Joel lifted his head up and began to kiss the guy on the neck. He didn’t know why, but it felt like the thing to do after what they had just shared. He moved from the boy’s silky neck up to his lips and they parted to allow Joel’s tongue to enter. They kissed for several minutes and then Joel slowly pushed himself up and off the frat boy’s body. He turned to say something to him, but the frat boy and already passed out again.

“Just like a man,” Joel thought. “Now I know why women always complain when we fall asleep right after sex. I doubt he’ll even call me tomorrow!”

Joel chuckled to himself at that thought and made a mental note to ask Dean if gay guys ever get upset when the other one falls asleep right away. Maybe it wasn’t just women.

He put his clothes back on and crept out the door, leaving the sleeping frat boy, naked and snoring on Mike’s couch. He would definitely have to thank Mike for the great party the next time he saw him. Although he doubted he would ask him about the naked guy he found on his sofa the following morning!