Gay Erotic Stories

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what if he hadn’t been, Dad? What if I hadn’t been?” The conversation outside of the bedroom sounded quite intense, but neither of them raised their voices. Matt remained impressively calm. I know I probably would have lost my temper. While I was listening, I put on some shorts and a tanktop and poked my head out. The conversation suddenly ended. “Wahey, good morning there!”, Clive shouted cheerfully. “Good morning”, I said. I decided to pretend not to have heard their conversation. Matt turned around. He was leaning on the kitchen counter in just his white briefs that hugged his butt beautifully. He was so comfortable with his body, his confidence was turning me on. My erection wasn’t wavering so I quickly joined him behind the counter so Clive wouldn’t see it. “Good morning babe”, Matt said as we kissed on the mouth. I noticed Clive had turned around and was pouring a cup of coffee. “A coffee, Alex?” “That sounds good, thanks Clive!” He handed me a mug and I stood next to Matt in silence as all three of us said nothing for a while. I slowly squeezed Matt’s ass. My boner was throbbing in my shorts. “What would you like for breakfast?”, Clive asked. “I can make a typical Australian breakfast with sausages and beans?” “For breakfast?!” “Yeah?” Matt laughed. “I can also just do fried eggs on toast with bacon?” “Yeah, that sounds slightly better. Sorry.” “No problem!”, Clive said as he got to work in the kitchen. “Would it be OK if I went for a quick run in the meantime?” “Oh sure!”

Matt decided to join me and we ran toward the park. It was 9:00 AM and already 79 degrees (26 Celsius). Matt wore his tight spandex running shorts. “You had to wear those?”, I asked cynically. “What? These turn you on?”, he asked, teasing me. He ran in front of me but suddenly stopped to bend over, his legs wide apart. “Oh! My laces have come undone!” The curves of his body were beautifully displayed, and I could feel myself getting semi-hard again. “No, they haven’t!”, I said, laughing, “Stop it!”. I slapped his ass as he laughed at me.

The running turned more into walking and talking. “I overheard part of your conversation with your Dad this morning”, I admitted. “Oh. Right. Thin walls”, Matt said as he looked down. “You did so well. You remained so calm.” Matt looked up and smiled at me. “Something I had to learn to do. Otherwise he would drive me crazy. I love him, but he’s just slightly more difficult to deal with sometimes.” “Well, I was impressed with you”, I said. I gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Hey… aren’t you that sleepy rugby player?”

A man was walking towards us. He wore a smudgy blue button-down shirt, white shorts and sneakers. His red baseball cap had sweat stains on the side. He had a slight belly without being overweight. He looked like he hadn’t shaved in a few days and he had a bit of a patchy beard going on. His face was actually quite attractive, but it was clear he didn’t put much effort into his appearance. He recognised Matt from quite far away. I was stunned at what he said. Matt retired from rugby in Australia 8 years ago.

“Yeah… that’s me”, Matt said shyly. “Glad to see you’re doing OK, mate!”, the man said enthusiastically. “I didn’t know you lived here!” “I don’t! I grew up here, I’m just visiting my Dad.” “Ah, I see. Do you still play rugby?” “Not really, I coach a girls’ soccer team.” “Oh, cool, cool. Can I take a photo with ya?”, the man asked. He was about to take a selfie with Matt, when I offered to take the photo for him. “Oh, that would be great, thanks, mate!” I took the picture of them. The man looked really happy. Matt looked slightly uncomfortable. “Thanks so much”, he then said. “Are you two… together?” He had seen us kiss each other, but somehow it wasn’t a weird question. “Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Alex”, Matt said. “Cool, cool. Well, it was pretty awesome to run into you. Thanks so much for the photo!” He smiled, but then greeted us and continued walking. “I did not expect people would still recognise me”, Matt said as he laughed nervously. “My boyfriend is pretty famous… I love it!”

We walked back to Clive’s house. We hadn’t really ran that much, but the blazing sun had caused me to sweat as if I had. Over breakfast, Clive disclosed that he had made plans for us. “So, today, I want to take you to a barbecue in Kingaroy, is that OK?” I didn’t know what or where Kingaroy was, so I stayed silent. “Yeah, sure. What’s in Kingaroy?” Clive looked down at his food. “Jade. We’ve been dating. She would like to meet you.” “Dad! That’s amazing! Of course!”

Somehow, in this heat, clouds came rolling in and rain poured down. Yet it didn’t cool off one bit. “It’ll just be a short shower I think”, Clive said as he did the dishes in the kitchen. Matt and I offered to help but he refused. It was quite hot to be cooped up in the house in this temperature. Sweat poured down my face as I sat on the sofa. Matt was walking around and looked at the shelf of DVDs above the TV. “Oh wow… Do you have all of my matches, Dad?” “Uhh… yeah”, Clive answered hesitantly as he looked back at Matt. “Let’s pop one on, yeah?” “Yeah, I’ve never seen you play!”, I said enthusiastically. “2008 NRL Grand Final?!”, Matt read from one of the DVDs and took it from the shelf. “Alex, you’ve got to see this.” I got excited. It was high time I would see my boyfriend of more than a year on video in his previous, and clearly in Australia quite high-profile career. Matt threw the DVD case onto the sofa. It was a blank case that said “2008 NRL Grand Final: Melbourne Storm – Manly Warringah Sea Eagles”. There was a circular red sticker on the bottom right of the box. “So, which team were you on?”, I asked, as I admired Matt bending down to put the disc in the DVD player. “I was on the Sea Eagles from 2007 till I retired in 2009.” “Why were you called manly?” Matt sat next to me and laughed. “Manly is an area of Sydney.” We smiled at each other. I wanted to say something sexy but behind Matt I noticed Clive keeping a close eye on us so I didn’t.

The DVD started and I saw a full arena. “Gosh this was a big deal”, I said. “Yeah of course! It’s the final! This is ANZ Stadium in Sydney, I think it’s like 80,000 people.” “Wow.” I saw two teams of players come out onto the field, one team wearing red jerseys and white shorts, the other in white jerseys with dark blue shorts. “We’re the maroon and white”, Matt said, “I’m number 9.”

“Wait, doesn’t that one have a red sticker?”, Clive asked as he was done putting the dishes away. He came walking to the TV. I picked up the box and said, “Yeah”, as I showed it to him. “What does that mean?”, Matt asked. “It means you get ironed out, Matty.” Matt laughed. I didn’t immediately figure out what Clive meant. “This morning someone called me that sleepy rugby player”, Matt said, giggling. Clive clearly didn’t think it was funny. “I don’t like that’s how they remember you.” “I was stuffed anyone remembers me at all!”, Matt said, paying attention to the screen as the match started. “I never watch the ones with the red stickers, it’s too painful”, Clive said as he walked away. “Dad still hasn’t gotten over it, I think”, Matt whispered.

It was interesting to watch the differences in this professional match and the match we saw in San Francisco. The pace was higher and fewer mistakes were made. There was no score on the board for over 20 minutes, but it was still kind of exciting to watch my boyfriend. At one point they showed him in close-up and I noticed a primal look in his eyes. Also it was fascinating to see his young face above his already then very muscular body. I learned he was 24 at the time.

At one point Matt’s team was nearing the so-called try-line, while the other team did everything to stop them from putting the ball over. “Look, there’s me!”, Matt said. I saw the number 9 on the back of his jersey. He was in a spot where he could go straight through the team’s defense. And indeed he was thrown the ball. With a dive, I saw Matt catching the ball and reaching over the line. Three or four players of the opposing team had practically thrown themselves toward him, but he definitely put the ball over the line. “You scored!!”, I said, not taking my eye off the screen. I could see Matt’s body rolled over on his back, his arms over his head. He wasn’t moving. His teammates were running toward him to celebrate, but once one of them saw that Matt had been knocked out, he kept the others back. “Oh no!”, I said. Matt put an arm around me. He smiled awkwardly. “Do you even remember…”, I started but Matt interrupted me. “Watch the replay.” The replay showed Matt from the front, catching the ball in mid-air. As his body came back down, his arms stretched out to put the ball over the line, muscular legs came sliding in from the right side of the screen. The short dark blue shorts rode up, exposing very sexy thighs. In the end, the opposing player’s knee made contact with Matt’s temple, knocking him out instantly. “Ouch”, I said. “I don’t remember scoring the try”, Matt said. “I just remember waking up, realizing what had happened and wanting to celebrate. But paramedics told me to stay down.” The footage was replayed a couple of times from different angles with the commentators saying how awful it looked. Eventually we saw Matt being walked off the pitch supported by two paramedics, raising his fist in celebration to the spectators. “This is probably the proudest moment of my rugby career though”, he then said. “You scored the first try! In the finals!”, I said. “I’m proud of you, baby!” I gave him a peck on the mouth. “I do come back later in the match, but I don’t score anymore”, Matt said. “Do you win the final though?” “Yes! We do win the final, which was amazing.”

Not much later, it stopped raining. Clive, Matt, and I get into the car to head to Jade’s house. Kingaroy turned out to be a town, about 25 minutes away from Nanango. Clive drove us, while Matt asked him questions about Jade. The only information we really got was that Jade was in her late fifties, just like Clive, that she was a hairdresser and that the two of them had met on a dating website a few months ago. Matt was the first of the family Clive had told. His brothers would meet her for Christmas.

Jade lived in a white house with a beautifully kept front yard on Webster Street. Clive walked up to her and kissed her on the mouth. She had big, blond hair and she wore a white top that quite obviously presented her breasts. “Aaand we know why he likes her”, Matt had said under his breath. I giggled nervously. “You must be Matthew”, she announced. “I can see the resemblance!” “Hi Jade, nice to meet you!”. Matt and Jade shook hands. “You’re a buff bloke, aren’t you?”, she then said as she squeezed Matt’s biceps. “Nice to meet you, Matt. You are so handsome and so rig!” “Thank you”, Matt said, clearly uncomfortable. “This is my boyfriend Alex”, he continued, turning away and gesturing toward me. “Hi”, I said and shook her hand. “Boyfriend? Oh gosh, your father didn’t tell me that! Nice to meet you Alex!” I had to be told later that rig is an Australian term for muscular.

We were invited into her house, which was actually really nice. The rest of the day the weather was dry, so we lounged in her large back yard with drinks while Clive was in charge of the barbecue. He offered not to drink alcohol so he could drive us back. Jade was really talkative and asked me and Matt lots of questions. It was actually quite a fun day. The temptation to say the obvious line that day was hard to resist, but I managed. It helped that there were no shrimp or other kinds of seafood involved. The barbecue was referred to as the ‘barbie’ though. Inevitably, Matt got drunk quite quickly and almost fell over getting up out of his chair. So once we were all full, we said goodbye to Jade and drove back to Nanango.

That night, I suddenly woke up. It was still dark out and I had to let my eyes adjust. I was spooning Matt. I felt his back and butt against the entire front of my body. Soon I realized I was penetrating him. My cock was rock hard and had found its way into his hole. Even though his back was arched slightly, pushing his ass into me, it must have taken some effort. Matt has such massive cheeks, it usually takes some spreading to find it. In a way it wouldn’t surprise me if I had done this in my sleep, as I had felt so sexually frustrated on this trip so far.

I wasn’t sure on what to do next. I looked over Matt’s shoulder to find him sleeping peacefully. His uncut cock was rock hard and pointing at his face. Precum leaked onto the mattress. I could hear Clive’s snoring on the other end of the wall. I didn’t know if I should keep going. It felt really good to be inside of my boyfriend again. We hadn’t gotten close to our usual twice a day during this trip. I remained frozen in place for a while. Until I felt Matt moving. In his sleep he was pushing his ass into my groin. That’s when I could no longer restrain myself. I slowly and tenderly fucked Matt and it felt incredibly good. Matt was making short sounds of satisfaction every time I pushed into him. My thrusts got harder and harder. I reached over, held onto Matt’s abs, and I pushed his body toward mine. Our bodies were touching from head to toe and it felt incredibly intimate. Matt suddenly moaned softly. I thought he was waking up, but he still only moved to the rhythm of my thrusts. And then I realized. He was cumming. Without stimulation, his cock shot 5 or 6 large spurts onto the mattress. It was soaked. Immediately, the smell of cum filled the room. After that, I was getting close myself and I came inside of him. I tried to stay as silent as I could, but it was possibly the best orgasm I had ever had. My body shuddered. It was so hot. Matt was silent and didn’t move. His breathing slow but regular. He had slept through his own orgasm as well as mine. I continued to hold him close as I felt a wave of ultimate relaxation come over me.

I woke up a second time and the room was now light. I had fallen asleep inside of Matt, still erect. My cock was now again flaccid and had popped out. Cum was seeping from Matt’s hole, as he was clearly still asleep. Just then he turned onto his back, trapping my arm and leg underneath him. “Hmmm… hey honey, good morning”, he said in a sleepy voice. “Good morning, babe”, I said as I saw him angling his neck so that he could get a good morning smooch. We kissed. “I slept really well”, he then said, “I feel amazing. I think I had a dream about your cock…” “I have a confession to make”, I interrupted him. I had to immediately bring it up because I was feeling a little guilty. Even though I knew he probably was going to say he thought it was hot, I technically had no consent. “I fucked you while you were sleeping.” “What, just now?” “No, somewhere in the middle of the night. I woke up and I guess I was already sort of fucking you in my sleep. But then I continued.” “Fuck that’s hot! Did you cum?”, he asked as he reached to his butt. “You did!” “Keep your voice down”, I said softly. There was no snoring on the other side of the wall. Matt giggled. He kissed me passionately. “I can’t blame you for not restraining yourself, it’s been a bit of a dry spell”, he whispered. “I feel fine now, but yesterday I was also feeling all of the urges…” “You shot one hell of a load all over that part of the mattress”, I mentioned as I gestured to his left. “Oh crikey…” He only now saw the stain. It was almost like a Jackson Pollock painting, the way his streams of cum had fallen across the mattress. “I slept through that? That is so fucking hot! I love you!”, Matt turned back to me and kissed me again. “I didn’t know I was that drunk that I would not wake up for my own orgasm… Wow… Well now we just need to find a way to have Dad not see this”, he then said.

That morning we had breakfast with Clive before we would head back to Brisbane. Or as Clive called it, Brizzie. By the end of breakfast, Matt and I were going to pack up our stuff and Matt asked his father, “do you want me to just chuck the bedding in the washer?” “Oh that would be great!” Problem solved.

Matt and I drove back from Nanango to Brisbane, again stopping at the Snack Shack for lunch. I felt somehow relieved we were going back to Shannan in Brisbane. Clive was a nice man, but I felt like I couldn’t always be myself around him. With Shannan I felt more at ease. And it seemed like Matt felt the same. “I love my Dad, but there are two things about me that he’s embarrassed of, my sexuality and my condition. And I really don’t think I’m going to be able to change that. So that’s always a bit of a struggle going back. Like, I’m glad I didn’t pass out around him and that he was able to treat you well. And I was chuffed to see he owns my matches on DVD. Like, he’s proud of me in a way…” “But only some parts of you, it seems like.” “Yeah, that’s what it is. And that’s what makes it different to spend time with him compared to my Mum.” He paused. “Anyway, now I’m happy to go back and have fun in Brizzie.” He winked at me. I gave him a quick kiss. We finished our sandwiches and went back on the road.

To be continued….