Gay Erotic Stories

My buddy, Bruce, had been on me for ages just to admit it. “You wanna come, Ryan. Admit it.” Standing in the living room naked, towelling off after his shower I wasn’t sure where to look. I sure did want come, but with him there naked not quite the ‘come’ he meant. Bruce was a jock and gay, I still couldn’t decide which way I wanted to swing and thus had spent my life being as asexual, in public anyway, as possible. Privately I was completely lust driven and had finished off many steamy showers satisfied but alone. And there stood Bruce, 6 feet of blonde, hairy, lean, gay jock. He had a typical swimmers physique being a water polo player, except he refused to shave or wax his body hair. His chest was covered in fine blonde hair with a fur trail leading to a dense blonde bush crowning his thick uncut dick. His dick had always fascinated me, being cut myself, his long foreskin and invisible bell end tantalised me. “Fine, I’ll come.”

Bruce popped his head in the bathroom just as I was getting in the shower. “Dude, you know where Sammy’s is. You’ll find me by the bar with the gang.” The gang was a random group of guys and girls Bruce played sport and worked with, a great group who loved a good party but a bit out of my league. I had few friends and I’d only gotten to be friends with Bruce because we’d shared the apartment for 3 years. He left me to my shower. I was horny after his display but thanks to my nerves about the get together my dick wasn’t in the playing mood. I got out the shower and looked in the mirror. I’m not movie star handsome, probably supporting character average. Mousy brown hair, fair body slightly hairy chest average dick but no porn star and chronically short sighted. I slipped into some comfy trousers and trainers and put on an old-ish polo shirt. I dress for comfort and if it happens to be stylish, it’s luck. Shoving my glasses on my nose, I left the apartment.

The bar, Sammy’s, was a retro diner sort of place with added booze. I’d wanted to go but never got that far, I dig old rock and roll so my fears were allayed as I walked in and heard the Four Season’s pleading with Sherry to “come out tonight”. At the time I didn’t realise how that song would apply to me. To cut a long story short, the gang welcomed me with open arms and began plying me with cocktails. I actually had a great time twisting with a really hot girl named Sally and just let myself go. Needless to say, with my low alcohol tolerance I was soon quite ’tipsy’. It must have been well past midnight when everyone began seeking the solace of their bed’s and the party ended. Bruce found me incoherent on the floor near the jukebox and dragged me home.

The next thing I knew I was very cold and wet and just about screamed with shock. Bruce had dumped me in the shower to sober up a bit, bastard. He stood over me in his boxers and laughed, “Now who’s the party animal! I know what to do to get you out of your shell now.” “Funny, how about joining me.” I said as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him in. The two of us sat in a heap in the cold shower for all of two seconds before jumping out. I collapsed on the floor with a bad case of sea legs, laughing. Bruce took one look at me and started laughing too. He took off his soaked boxers and turned to me. “Better get you out of that wet stuff and get you to bed, you are gonna feel super shitty in the morning dude.” He stripped me off, quite gently as I recall and looked me over. “You know you’re not that bad looking, dunno why you’re so shy all the time.” “Issues dude, issues….” He helped me to my feet, and led me to my room. I couldn’t help it, his naked body against mine gave me instant wood and he noticed right away. I turned red as he looked at my hard-on and smiled.

We got to my room; Bruce laid me on the bed and gave me a look that said more than words could ever. I looked and saw he now had an erection; I was fascinated by the way the head just poked out the foreskin. Bruce climbed on the bed straddling me on all fours. I could feel his dick graze the hair on my abdomen and my dick tingled. Without a word Bruce gave me my first kiss, a big deal for a 23 year old virgin. I ineptly kissed him back as he held me closer. I must have seemed nervous because he rolled off of me and whispered in my ear, “Sorry Ryan is this too much for you?” “No, I’ve been wanting this since the first time I met you but I’ve been too scared to say….” He stopped me with a kiss, his hand caressed my nipple gently teasing and tugging at the hair on my chest. I reciprocated, finally enjoying the softness of the hair on his toned torso. My hand slid down his abdomen to his pubic hair and the root of his stiff dick. By now his hand was in a similar position and with a glance between us we began slowly rubbing each others erections.

The next morning I awoke naked in the arms of my lover, no longer just a friend. I shifted slightly and stirred my sleeping Adonis. With sleepy eyes he gave me a look which made me remember the sensation of my first slow and explosive proper orgasm and I wanted to feel it again. I turned to face Bruce and kissed him starting from his neck down his body, to his pelvis. I stopped to marvel at his eager penis, its dark pink head peeking out of its tight foreskin. Bruce reached down and ran his fingers through my hair and said, “I see I have some stuff to teach you.” I knew straight away it was going to be more than just an educationally stimulating day.