Gay Erotic Stories

The weekend was only a few hours away, and I would soon be leaving town with one of my best friends, who happened to be married to my other best friend. It had been nearly two months since Aaron and Melissa had found out they would be parents, and sex had stopped almost immediately. Melissa found morning sickness to last long that just the morning. Nausea rolled over her in waves pretty much all day long from the get go. Since this has happened she obviously hasn't had any kind of sexual appetite, and Aaron (being the wonderful guy that he is) hadn't badgered her in anyway. About a week ago Melissa went to spend the weekend with her mom, who lived about an hour and a half away, and Aaron and I took the opportunity to have "Dude Time". It was very rare for us to have any one on one time, and we were always doing things or hanging out as a threesome. We both decided to take half nights at work, and grab some beer and head over to my house. Aaron seemed a little down when we settled in and cracked open the first of several beers.

"Is something bothering you," I asked as his blond head stared at the sweat on the bottle.

His eyes flicked to mine and then back to the bottle in his hands.

"I don't want to be weird or anything," he began pensively. "But I don't really have anyone to talk about this to. . . and I've known you forever Jules. . .it's just a little embarrassing."

"You know you can tell me anything," I moved a little closer to him, and brought my hand to his knee. It wasn't a sexual move, but one of support. "You know we've never had a verbally edited friendship. We probably know more about each other than any friend really should."

He grinned at me, and seemed to relax a bit.

"I haven't had sex in two months," he blurted out. "I'm not mad about it or anything, I guess I'm just a little frustrated."

"What about 'other' options?" I asked. "Have you asked for a hand job, or a blowie?"

"We've discussed it, and she's just not feeling it. I can understand, it's just. . . I don't know, I'm sure it'll pass. . . I'll get over it, whatever."

He seemed to withdraw again. I finished my beer and went for another, when an idea popped into my head.

"I've got a solution, if you won't think it too weird that is." he looked at me, a little confused.

"I've got a Fleshjack you could use if you wanted. . ." the look of confusion was still there. "It's a flesh like masturbation toy. Just add lube and let the fun begin."

He blushed a little bit, and finished his beer. I hadn't sat back down yet, so I retrieved a fresh one for him.

"That sounds. . . interesting," was all he said, and nothing more was spoken about it for awhile.

Around three beers later, we both caught quite a little buzz, and the conversation turned sexual, as it inevitably does when men are involved.

"Soooo, this Fleshjack," he began a slight slur to his voice, and a grin on his lips. "You have it here?"

I didn't respond, but went into my room and returned with the familiar black casing, and the flesh colored insert in the shape of an asshole and a bottle of lube. I set it down on the table with a thunk, and he picked it up immediately to examine it.

"I clean it after every use, so you can poke around in it if you want," I smiled at him, having meant his fingers, but my eyes grew big when he started to unzip his pants. It all the years I'd known him, I'd never seen his penis. He's a very modest man.

His cock was already at full mast, and an impressive mast it was. It was probably about seven and a half inches, cut, but very thick. His thick unkempt blonde bush burst over the top of his zipper. He brought the soft pink hole to the head of his cock and pushed slightly.

"It's too tight," he said, not looking at me.

I opened to lube and brought it to him. I put some lube on my fingers and took the Fleshjack away from him. I poked my lube covered fingers into the familiar hole I abused so often myself, and felt very aroused at the fact his dick had just been there. It began to register that he seemed to be completely ok with the fact that I was witnessing this. He'd known I was gay since day one, and never had a problem with it, but somehow I thought the reaction would be different when penises were actually involved.

I returned the Fleshjack to him, my crotch noticeably fuller, but he was busy lubing his cock. The blond pubic hair glistened, covered in the slippery stuff, his dick looking harder and more virile for its coating. His head was thrown back against the couch, eyes closed as he gave himself long, slow strokes waiting for the toy. I didn't want to disturb the bliss he seemed to be feeling by tapping his shoulder, or thrusting the toy into his hand. I got an idea, and by this time I was not in my right mind. I took the Fleshjack and slowly lowered it to his thick cock. He shivered as it made contact and immediately withdrew his own hand as it bottomed out at his pubes. He groaned slightly, but didn't make a move to grab the toy. I pulled it up slowly, and there was a sharp intake of breath, before he moaned a little louder.

I shifted uncomfortably, my erection bending at an awkward angle, but continued the intimate massage I was now giving my friend. I was still in disbelief at what was happening, I was giving my best friend a hand job.

About that time, I felt a tentative touch on my denim covered crotch. Aaron was fumbling with the zipper.

"You don't have to," I whispered. I figured if this was going to be a one time deal, it would be easier for him to deal with me jerking him off, but if he suddenly remembered he'd had a guy's dick in his hand. . .

"I was actually wanting to see how this compares to the real thing," he smiled directly at me, looking me in the eye for the first time since this bizarre event started happening.

"What about Melissa?" I questioned. I may have been nearly mad with lust, but I still didn't want to jeopardize the relationships with my two favorite people.

"When we discussed 'other options', you know, hand/blow jobs, anal, etc. The last option that was discussed was. . . you." he blushed a little.

"Melissa. . ." I began uncertainly. "Is ok with you. . . and me?"

"Only you," he replied as I finished the job he'd started on my jeans. I was on autopilot. Aaron wouldn't tell me Melissa was ok with it if she wasn't. He knows that we can't keep anything from each other for too long.

My pants slid down my thighs and I reached for the lube. I quickly prepped myself and lay down on the floor, my feet on either side of his hips. He pulled the Fleshjack off his own prick, and plunged it down on my own. I squirmed as he positioned himself between my legs, and pulled them up onto his shoulders. His cock head was teasing my entrance, poking slightly, and rubbing along the little ridges. My own seven inch uncut cock was dripping with pre cum, nearly filling the flesh jack already.

I felt a gentle push and the flared head began it's journey to my center. I held my breath and pushed out, trying to ease the entrance, and I felt his pubes tickling my testicles. His breath was jagged and his groans sounded like they were coming from a wolf.

"You are so tight," he gasped as I contracted my muscles around his cock. "And you're so thick," I said between my own shallow intakes of breath.

He started to slowly pump in and out of me, each time he thrust inward his big knob hit my prostate directly, and every time he withdrew it dragged against it. It wouldn't be long before I shot. The Fleshjack was now just impaled upon my cock, completely forgotten as Aaron grabbed my hips and started to speed up his thrusting. I removed it and tossed it to the floor, my cock already receiving every bit of stimulation it needed from the inside. The pre cum began pooling in my belly button, joining the sweat that had already collected.

Aaron's thrusts grew quicker, and more urgent, he was now bent over double so that the sweat from his brow dripped onto my face. His eyes were partially open, and he smiled when he saw the flush and pleasure in my face. He rolled his hips, hitting my prostate one more time, and keeping the pressure there. It was then that I shot my load. Seven great ropes shot from the tip of my swollen head, the foreskin retracted half way down it. My ass clamped down on his own swollen cock, and milked the cum straight out of his balls. He gasped and shook, looking as if he were having a fit, and then collapsed on top of me. Our sweat mingled with my cum, his cock still firmly implanted in my ass. He continued to thrust slightly, his cock almost too sensitive, but he managed to milk a few more drops out of me meanwhile keeping me from catching my breath. I had never cum so intensely, and by the look of him, neither had he.

We finally disentangled ourselves, both pairs of legs weak and shake-y, but both completely satisfied and smiling. He even gave a small giggle when he saw his cum dripping from my ass, thick and steady.

"Leave it in there, we'll be able to save on lube," he smiled and grabbed another beer.