Here is my latest erotic story. I comes in two parts with the second to follow next week. I hope you enjoy it.
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"What’s wrong?" I asked.
"I came home to find my girlfriend in bed with her boss," he said, fighting back the tears. "When I got her alone and confronted her about it, she just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. She didn't even care that I was hurt. I can't bring myself to go back home tonight."
"Stay here tonight", I insisted.
"Thanks, Alex. I'd rather not be alone right now."
Now I didn't have a spare bed since nobody ever stayed at my house. I didn't see the point in taking up space with something that wouldn't get used. "You’ll have to sleep in my bed" I told him. "It's big enough for both of us. You know I don’t have a spare bed or a couch worth sleeping on"
"I don't know," he said. "Don't you think that would feel kind of weird?"
"Why?" I asked. "We're just good friends. Besides, who's going to know?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders as if to say that I had a point. We took turns with the shower and he borrowed a pair of my shorts to sleep in. We both slept shirtless, but this was nothing new to me since I had seen him topless several times. His chest was well defined and his skin fair and gorgeous. I could have gotten hard just looking at him like that. I had just settled into bed and turned off the light when I heard him sigh like he had something to say.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"It's nothing," he lied.
"Scott, You'll feel better if you talk about it," I insisted. “I’m here for you.”
"It's just that I can't believe she did this to me."
"She did you wrong, Scott. She's not good enough for you."
"Why did it have to be tonight? I had a romantic evening planned. I even went out and bought her roses, chocolate, and her favorite wine. I really loved her."
"I know you did."
"It was going to be an evening of passion. I've been looking forward to it all day,” he said turning away from me to try to hide the fact that he was rubbing his crotch. It wasn’t working. I could see his shorts sticking out where his cock was getting hard. He sighed and said, “Thinking about what I had planned is making me so...well...horny."
"I understand that.” I really did understand what he was feeling at this point. Here was the man I had wanted so badly for so many years, right next to me in my bed, and I couldn't make a move on him for fear of complicating our friendship. My cock was getting really hard just thinking about him being there.
"I guess I'll just have to get over it," he said, sounding depressed. It was then that he said something that almost made me jump. "Too bad we're not gay. We could just take care of each other right here."
Had I heard him right? Was he coming on to me? I would have passed it off as wishful thinking if I had not been so hard and so horny. I decided to chance it.
“What?” I asked "Are you serious?”
"As horny as I am right now, yes," he replied. Then he added, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because I’m so horny right now, and hurt.”
He was serious. I could hear it in his voice. This was everything I dreamed of. I wouldn't get this chance again. It was now or never, so I decided to risk it all. "Scott," I said, a little nervous. "I have something to tell you. Promise me you won't freak out."
"Of course I won’t," he replied.
I mustered up all my strength and prepared for the worst. "I am gay," I said nervously. Silence can be loud when you're waiting on a response to that statement. Seconds felt like hours. All I could think was “Please say something”. Finally, he broke the silence.
"I always suspected you were," he told me ever so calmly.
"You did?" I asked a little surprised. I am very straight acting and even dated girls to dispel any rumors that might arise. I thought I hid it well, but there was always that lingering doubt.
"Yes, but you hid it well. Still, I always suspected."
"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to damage our friendship. I was afraid you would freak out if I told you."
"No, it's cool. To tell the truth, I've always been a little curious. What's it like being with another man?"
"If you're really curious, it would be easier to show you", I offered. “I think you’ll like it. A man knows what another man likes and can really pleasure him.”
He hesitated for a minute, and then replied, "If I say yes, will you promise me one thing?"
"What's that?" I asked, thinking he would swear me to silence.
"Don't try to stick anything up my butt," he said.
"I won't" I told him, laughing a little. I moved closer and my naked chest pressed against his as I wrapped my arms around him.
We embraced and I kissed him. He liked that. He had never kissed a guy before. Slowly, I began to move down his body to his chest and licked and sucked his nipples. Scott moaned his approval. There wasn't much light, but I could definitely see his hard cock in his shorts. He obviously liked this. I moved on down until I reached the tent pole sticking up in his shorts. He moaned as I played with his very hard cock and fondled his balls through the fabric. I always did want to see what was inside those shorts. Now I was going to see, hold, lick, suck, and otherwise pleasure my best friend.
I would wait no longer for the prize. I reached inside the waistband and slowly pulled his shorts down. His pubes were blond too and the base of what appeared to be a nice cock came into view. I decided to go ahead and just pull them all the way off. His cock was perfect. It was about seven inches long, kind of thick, and cut with a big reddish-pink head. His balls were huge and hung low. I started with his balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time. Scott gasped with pleasure, moaning loudly as I licked and sucked his large nuts. Slowly, I ran my tongue up the shaft of his beautiful cock, around the head a couple of times, and then swallowed as much as I could. I heard him sigh and in almost a whisper say, "Oh, yes!” This told me I was doing something right. It didn't take long for his hands to find my head and direct the rhythm. We kept this up until he got close. I had planned to suck him off, but he pulled me off.
"I want to try this on you." he said, much to my surprise.
"Sure", I replied. What was I going to do, say no?
Scott had a rocky start. I had to tell him to watch the teeth a few times, but his sucking skills were good for a beginner. In fact, he was excellent for a beginner. The combination of his natural talent, warm mouth, and the fact that this was the man of my dreams could have driven me over the edge easily if I had not held back. I wasn't ready for this to end. I never wanted it to end. Putting my hands on his head, I guided him up and down my very hard cock. I was in heaven. Suddenly, Scott pulled my cock out of his mouth, looked me in the eyes, and said something I had long wanted to hear from his lips; "Can I fuck you?"
"Yes," I said. "Please do"
This is what I really wanted, the intimacy of being joined together. I got on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest and told Scott to get the lube from my night stand. He poured it on his cock and in my crack. After we were both lubed and ready, he proceeded to penetrate me. There was a lot of resistance at first due to his size and the fact that it had been a while since I had been fucked, but we kept at it until he was inside me. There was pain, but Scott was patient and very gentle. As he began to slide his hard dick in and out of my ass, he went slow to give me time to get use to him. I didn’t even have to ask him to take it easy. When I had loosened up enough, I started encouraging him to fuck me a little faster. It felt so good. I had to stop stroking myself or I would shoot my load too soon. He was hitting areas inside me that no one else ever had, and he had a look on his face that spoke not only of pleasure, but also something else, as if he loved this even more because it was me. As he got closer and faster, I began to notice a tingling sensation in my balls. I had not stroked my cock for some time to keep from cumming. My balls ached for release. The sensation got more intense every time Scott pushed into me. I knew I was about to shoot my load even if I didn't touch my cock. Scott was on the edge of an intense orgasm. I could tell. My balls pulled in closer instinctively from the pleasure and I could feel my load rising. I tried to hold off until he was ready to shoot, but to no avail. Without even touching my cock, I exploded. My muscles contracted and my sphincter tightened around Scott’s dick instinctively. This caused Scott to cum too. I shot big stream after big stream onto my chest and his as he wrapped his arms around me and creamed my insides, unloading his balls inside my tight ass. When our orgasms subsided, Scott fell on top of me and we just held each other for a long time, out of breath from our love session, saying nothing and not needing to. We just held and kissed each other.
"Thank you," he whispered in my ear after some time. "That was probably the best sex I ever had."
“Better than any girl?” I asked.
He laughed. It was the first time I had seen him happy since I opened the door to let him into my house. “I don’t know about that”, he said, “but it was sure better than any I had with that slut I’m leaving.”
“The apartment is in her name”, I reminded him. “Where will you go?”
He smiled and said, “Well, I was kind of hoping to come live with you, if you think that would be alright.”
“That would be perfect”, I said, then I kissed him.
We slept well that night, with Scott holding me tight all night long, his arm wrapped around my chest. The next day, Scott went back to his place. He dumped the whore, got his things together, and moved in with me. I heard she didn't get the promotion she was after. Some other woman with bigger tits got it instead. It serves her right for betraying such a wonderful man. As for Scott, he had finally found someone who would never hurt him or betray his trust. He had found love.
It got even better later on, but that is another story for another time.
To be continued…
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A Crush on My Best Friend
For years, I've had a crush on my friend Scott, but he showed no interest in men and appeared very straight. He was also very faithful to his girlfriend, a quality I admired. I never told him how I felt or even that I was gay. Secretly, I adored him. He had the most beautiful sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a great body. His arms and legs had a moderate amount of hair on them, but other than that, he had little body hair. I often fantasized about him while I jacked off. How I wanted to take him to my bed and make love to him all night long. Never in my life did I believe it could really happen. He was straight through and through from what I saw. Well, I was at home one Saturday night watching a movie when I heard a car door slam outside. I looked out the window to see Scott walking up to my front door. Something didn't look right, so I hurried to the door to let him in. There was something in his face that troubled me. When I opened the door, it was obvious that he was depressed about something."What’s wrong?" I asked.
"I came home to find my girlfriend in bed with her boss," he said, fighting back the tears. "When I got her alone and confronted her about it, she just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. She didn't even care that I was hurt. I can't bring myself to go back home tonight."
"Stay here tonight", I insisted.
"Thanks, Alex. I'd rather not be alone right now."
Now I didn't have a spare bed since nobody ever stayed at my house. I didn't see the point in taking up space with something that wouldn't get used. "You’ll have to sleep in my bed" I told him. "It's big enough for both of us. You know I don’t have a spare bed or a couch worth sleeping on"
"I don't know," he said. "Don't you think that would feel kind of weird?"
"Why?" I asked. "We're just good friends. Besides, who's going to know?"
Scott shrugged his shoulders as if to say that I had a point. We took turns with the shower and he borrowed a pair of my shorts to sleep in. We both slept shirtless, but this was nothing new to me since I had seen him topless several times. His chest was well defined and his skin fair and gorgeous. I could have gotten hard just looking at him like that. I had just settled into bed and turned off the light when I heard him sigh like he had something to say.
"What's on your mind?" I asked.
"It's nothing," he lied.
"Scott, You'll feel better if you talk about it," I insisted. “I’m here for you.”
"It's just that I can't believe she did this to me."
"She did you wrong, Scott. She's not good enough for you."
"Why did it have to be tonight? I had a romantic evening planned. I even went out and bought her roses, chocolate, and her favorite wine. I really loved her."
"I know you did."
"It was going to be an evening of passion. I've been looking forward to it all day,” he said turning away from me to try to hide the fact that he was rubbing his crotch. It wasn’t working. I could see his shorts sticking out where his cock was getting hard. He sighed and said, “Thinking about what I had planned is making me so...well...horny."
"I understand that.” I really did understand what he was feeling at this point. Here was the man I had wanted so badly for so many years, right next to me in my bed, and I couldn't make a move on him for fear of complicating our friendship. My cock was getting really hard just thinking about him being there.
"I guess I'll just have to get over it," he said, sounding depressed. It was then that he said something that almost made me jump. "Too bad we're not gay. We could just take care of each other right here."
Had I heard him right? Was he coming on to me? I would have passed it off as wishful thinking if I had not been so hard and so horny. I decided to chance it.
“What?” I asked "Are you serious?”
"As horny as I am right now, yes," he replied. Then he added, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because I’m so horny right now, and hurt.”
He was serious. I could hear it in his voice. This was everything I dreamed of. I wouldn't get this chance again. It was now or never, so I decided to risk it all. "Scott," I said, a little nervous. "I have something to tell you. Promise me you won't freak out."
"Of course I won’t," he replied.
I mustered up all my strength and prepared for the worst. "I am gay," I said nervously. Silence can be loud when you're waiting on a response to that statement. Seconds felt like hours. All I could think was “Please say something”. Finally, he broke the silence.
"I always suspected you were," he told me ever so calmly.
"You did?" I asked a little surprised. I am very straight acting and even dated girls to dispel any rumors that might arise. I thought I hid it well, but there was always that lingering doubt.
"Yes, but you hid it well. Still, I always suspected."
"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to damage our friendship. I was afraid you would freak out if I told you."
"No, it's cool. To tell the truth, I've always been a little curious. What's it like being with another man?"
"If you're really curious, it would be easier to show you", I offered. “I think you’ll like it. A man knows what another man likes and can really pleasure him.”
He hesitated for a minute, and then replied, "If I say yes, will you promise me one thing?"
"What's that?" I asked, thinking he would swear me to silence.
"Don't try to stick anything up my butt," he said.
"I won't" I told him, laughing a little. I moved closer and my naked chest pressed against his as I wrapped my arms around him.
We embraced and I kissed him. He liked that. He had never kissed a guy before. Slowly, I began to move down his body to his chest and licked and sucked his nipples. Scott moaned his approval. There wasn't much light, but I could definitely see his hard cock in his shorts. He obviously liked this. I moved on down until I reached the tent pole sticking up in his shorts. He moaned as I played with his very hard cock and fondled his balls through the fabric. I always did want to see what was inside those shorts. Now I was going to see, hold, lick, suck, and otherwise pleasure my best friend.
I would wait no longer for the prize. I reached inside the waistband and slowly pulled his shorts down. His pubes were blond too and the base of what appeared to be a nice cock came into view. I decided to go ahead and just pull them all the way off. His cock was perfect. It was about seven inches long, kind of thick, and cut with a big reddish-pink head. His balls were huge and hung low. I started with his balls, taking them in my mouth one at a time. Scott gasped with pleasure, moaning loudly as I licked and sucked his large nuts. Slowly, I ran my tongue up the shaft of his beautiful cock, around the head a couple of times, and then swallowed as much as I could. I heard him sigh and in almost a whisper say, "Oh, yes!” This told me I was doing something right. It didn't take long for his hands to find my head and direct the rhythm. We kept this up until he got close. I had planned to suck him off, but he pulled me off.
"I want to try this on you." he said, much to my surprise.
"Sure", I replied. What was I going to do, say no?
Scott had a rocky start. I had to tell him to watch the teeth a few times, but his sucking skills were good for a beginner. In fact, he was excellent for a beginner. The combination of his natural talent, warm mouth, and the fact that this was the man of my dreams could have driven me over the edge easily if I had not held back. I wasn't ready for this to end. I never wanted it to end. Putting my hands on his head, I guided him up and down my very hard cock. I was in heaven. Suddenly, Scott pulled my cock out of his mouth, looked me in the eyes, and said something I had long wanted to hear from his lips; "Can I fuck you?"
"Yes," I said. "Please do"
This is what I really wanted, the intimacy of being joined together. I got on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest and told Scott to get the lube from my night stand. He poured it on his cock and in my crack. After we were both lubed and ready, he proceeded to penetrate me. There was a lot of resistance at first due to his size and the fact that it had been a while since I had been fucked, but we kept at it until he was inside me. There was pain, but Scott was patient and very gentle. As he began to slide his hard dick in and out of my ass, he went slow to give me time to get use to him. I didn’t even have to ask him to take it easy. When I had loosened up enough, I started encouraging him to fuck me a little faster. It felt so good. I had to stop stroking myself or I would shoot my load too soon. He was hitting areas inside me that no one else ever had, and he had a look on his face that spoke not only of pleasure, but also something else, as if he loved this even more because it was me. As he got closer and faster, I began to notice a tingling sensation in my balls. I had not stroked my cock for some time to keep from cumming. My balls ached for release. The sensation got more intense every time Scott pushed into me. I knew I was about to shoot my load even if I didn't touch my cock. Scott was on the edge of an intense orgasm. I could tell. My balls pulled in closer instinctively from the pleasure and I could feel my load rising. I tried to hold off until he was ready to shoot, but to no avail. Without even touching my cock, I exploded. My muscles contracted and my sphincter tightened around Scott’s dick instinctively. This caused Scott to cum too. I shot big stream after big stream onto my chest and his as he wrapped his arms around me and creamed my insides, unloading his balls inside my tight ass. When our orgasms subsided, Scott fell on top of me and we just held each other for a long time, out of breath from our love session, saying nothing and not needing to. We just held and kissed each other.
"Thank you," he whispered in my ear after some time. "That was probably the best sex I ever had."
“Better than any girl?” I asked.
He laughed. It was the first time I had seen him happy since I opened the door to let him into my house. “I don’t know about that”, he said, “but it was sure better than any I had with that slut I’m leaving.”
“The apartment is in her name”, I reminded him. “Where will you go?”
He smiled and said, “Well, I was kind of hoping to come live with you, if you think that would be alright.”
“That would be perfect”, I said, then I kissed him.
We slept well that night, with Scott holding me tight all night long, his arm wrapped around my chest. The next day, Scott went back to his place. He dumped the whore, got his things together, and moved in with me. I heard she didn't get the promotion she was after. Some other woman with bigger tits got it instead. It serves her right for betraying such a wonderful man. As for Scott, he had finally found someone who would never hurt him or betray his trust. He had found love.
It got even better later on, but that is another story for another time.
To be continued…
