Gay Erotic Stories

So here we were, all four of us bombing off to Reno, Nevada to do what else? But to visit my granny. It was all perfectly innocent. I was a straight Mormon boy and he was a straight catholic. We have never played around on any level, too afraid of our own man meat I suppose. Of course, we had jacked off, but never together and that was back in the days where you just didn't talk about, much less admitting stuff like that.

So, upon arrival, we cased the huge house that had the south wall constructed of nothing but glass windows from the floor to the ceiling. It was an older home, but a classic one none the less. My Grandma was not loaded, but she did have a knack of marrying well. It was a nice visit, both my younger siblings were thrilled to go on a plane and spend a week at granny's.

Of course, for my friend, it probably was kinda dumb to be visiting someone he did not even know, much less an old lady. But he seemed to be OK and we did the typical young male things... talked about our dreams, what we would do if we won the lottery, and whether or not it was right to smoke. Well, when it came time to turn in, it turned out that to turn in we would be sleeping in the same room in a full size bed. Well, neither brought our PJ’s, but we did have our boxers and a T-shirt.

So we got undressed and I told my friend that I was in the habit of showering at night and asked him if he wanted to clean up too. He said that was fine, so into the connected bathroom we went. I, being the oldest, told him that I would go first and he said that he would wait outside till I was done. So I said, "Whatcha gonna do that for? Just get your ass in here and brush your teeth, I will only be a second. So he shrugged his head and returned to the bathroom after grabbing his toothbrush from his bag. By this time, I started to peel off my shirt, and I asked him how big his waste was ‘cuz it seemed that I was not as fit as he. He told me his jeans size, and then I started touching my navel and scratching my balls. I told him that I wondered if I would grow more hair down by my navel or if it would always be just a small patch and he looked over and then I grabbed at my cock and balls as if I had to readjust them. About this time I notice he lifted his shirt as if to allow me to inspect his abs. So I, being scared to death, but at the same time curious as hell, I said, as I lower my boxers, "Do you want to go first? removing my boxers all the way and throwing them aside."

Seeing my cock which by the was half hard, fully extended and bobbing just a bit, he said, it doesn't matter to me. I then noticed he was already pulling his shirt off. I wondered how this was going to make any sense, me standing there fucking naked and him fast becoming that way. What was I going to do, stand there in the nude and watch him shower? So I told him I would get us some towels. Well, as I turned to go to the closet, I noticed his man meat stick right out of his piss door in his cotton shorts. He seemed embarrassed and worried that I would notice, so he blocked his raging cock with his hand so I would not notice. I acted as though I was unaware. Then I realized that if he was going to be that shy, a towel would spoil all the fun. So I came back lying to him that it was a good thing he was showering first ‘cuz there was only 1 towel. He laughed and made fun of the fact that I would not have anything to dry off with. I told him I would find something not to worry.

So noticing that he was a bit slow to undress, I said, "Go ahead, you can shower first (standing there with a half hard cock and a towel in my hand gripping it like it was a marathon baton). Then he said, "No you can go first, I'll wait." So then I thought, well, he obviously is afraid that I am going to see his raging cock, so what could I do to make it less of an issue.

So I told him sometimes I get a hard on when I shower and so not to get too bothered if I do. So then he said to me, it happens to him all the time and that he was a little wondering what I might think.

So I boldly move this right along, and I said, "Fuck, you think I don't know what a hard on looks like, then I grabbed my cock with a downward grasp, and said, "Come on, we'll shower together." He seemed to hesitate while he glanced down at me holding my cock down trying to keep it from standing straight up, and then he reached into his trunks, grabbed his cock, and slid off his shorts with his other hand.

Obvious that we were both developing 85 degree erect cocks that were starting to hurt in holding them down, I said, "Hey, Cole, what's the big deal, we got cocks, they are hungry, and we're taking a shower. So what."

Then he removed his hand and his man meat soared right up to the top of his navel. I released my punished tool and it stood at attention, but what not as thick or as long as my friends punisher. I could not believe how big he was. Cole was a year younger than me and he was like twice the size of me. The water started trickling down his legs and beading off of his fine hair on his leg and I was fixated on his tight crop of hair just above his erect gun. It seemed that the bathtub was not big enough for both of us to get showered, so I told him I would let him get soaped up first. Then, I decided because he kept dropping the soap, probably due to nervousness, that I would grab the bar. So I got down on all fours, grabbed his leg and reached between his legs from behind. I acted as if I could quite reach the soap, and I would need him to spread his legs a bit. So I sorta crawled between his legs just a bit.

After grabbing the soap I turned inside so as to be able to hand him the soap, and right above my head was a bobbing cock as big as it was gonna get. I extended slowly my hand upwards near his cock as if to hand him the soap. He clenched the soap with his big hand and it slip right out and our hands met. So I inched my hand up his thigh and placing it on the front of his tan muscular leg about half way between his knee cap and manhood, I reach over and got the soap. Then I arched back (as if stretching) and extended the soap up past his cock and place it just above his navel. My hands were so close to his cock and it made me so hard.

Then I wiggled out from between his legs stood behind him and notice he could not soap his back very well. So I said, "Here, give me the soap." I reached around almost hugging him from behind and took the soap out of his hand. I put the bar on his back, then his shoulders, and OH, my dick was bobbing and I reached around to start soaping his chest accidentally sliding down to his navel and running (intentionally) into his knob. Then I told, I need to get under the water, and I physically (standing behind his back) put one of my hands on his inner thigh, and my other hand on his chest as I pressed slightly and rotated him around both of us changing places. Then, the show began. I stoked my body, ran my hand through my hair placed my hand all over my balls, my nipples, and my ass. I notice he grabbed his cock and balls, so I grabbed mine too. We just stood their like we were frozen in time to afraid to talk and too excited to stop. I said, "Let's get outta here, I bet the electric blanket is heated up by now. So I stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel, turned off the water and started toweling down my best friend's shoulders Then I reach around (again standing behind his ass with my tool hitting his ass now and then, which made me want to grab his cock so badly, but I don't dare, I then rub the towel against his nipples and said, "Here, you take over."

About this time, in the dead of silence he handed me the towel, both of us still ready to spill our loan, I started walking to the bed and we both just climbed into the warm, electric blanket warmed bed. He asked me if I was going to put on my boxers and I told him, "No, they would just make it harder to sleep, and he said, "Well, I am going to put on my sweats."

I said, "that's cool." But then after about 4 minutes, he said, "wow, it's hot with this blank and these sweats." And I said, "take them off" and he readily obeyed. By now, I had turned off the light and I wanted so badly to blow my load, but I don't dare with my friend right there.

So I laid there in stupid-ville, naked and yearning, but not sure what to do... because heaven forbid we acted gay. Then finally I notice I was starting to lull off to sleep. The next thing I know, my cock is being touched, loved and handled. I slowly open my eyes and my friend Cole has my cock in one hand, his cock in the other, and the covers are completely off and he has the light on by the night stand. I then reach my hands up and pin my hands behind my neck, and arch my back. Then I start moaning. I tell him quietly, "Suck it, suck it, suck it."

He does not suck it, he just goes on concentrating. Then, I reached down with my left hand and I start touching his balls while his fist slaps back and forth against my fingers. Precum starts to erupt from my piss hole, and I jump up and can't resist his cock anymore. So I start licking his balls, and then force his large fucking cock into my mouth, and then he bursts. Cum fills my mouth, his cock is so deep into my throat that all I can do swallow it. After a second or 2, I jump onto his chest, and tell him, I sucked yours, now your gonna suck mine. He tries to resist, but I overpower him and I ram my cock into his sweet mouth. I am practically sitting on his face, so take it out of his mouth, and about that time I shoot all over his face. Not sure what to do, I grab the towel and start cleaning the cum off his nose, cheeks and hair.

He then says, "Whatcha doing???!"

"Getting you back for fucking shooting in my mouth." He says, "I couldn't help it, you made me cum."

Then, I said, "Let's do it again." And he grabbed my cock and started stroking it again. Every night for the next week we went to bed naked came no less than 2 times, and graduated ourselves to sucking each other off just before bed.

From that time on, Cole spent the night at my house as often as he could, never mind we were two little 18 year olds just having sleepovers.

I remember my mom saying, aren't you a little old to have Cole spending the night, and I said, "Mom, I am making up for lost time."

To this day I think of Cole when I beat my meat. We both went off and got married and I bet he wonders as do I, "What am I doing married? I shoulda been with Cole."