by Jake Rave
GAY/ROTICA
By JAKE RAVE
The following short stories contain graphic descriptions of adult, sexual situations. If you are offended by explicit language and/or descriptions of homosexual activity and relationships, please discontinue reading this e-book.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fictional characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright 2017. All Rights Reserved.
Contact the author: @ravewrites on Twitter
Table of Contents
Getting My Dream Boy
Getting My Dream Boy II – The Road Trip
Adventures of an Amateur Porn Producer – The First Shoot
Adventures of an Amateur Porn Producer – The Straight Challenge
Adventures of an Amateur Porn Producer – The Volunteer
The Next Big Thing
GETTING MY DREAM BOY
I looked on as the professor wrote the week's homework on the blackboard. As I wrote the assignment in my notebook, something caught the corner of my eye. I looked to my left and noticed another guy staring right at me. Our eyes met for a split second before he quickly turned down to his desk. I had noticed him before, a beautiful specimen of man. His name was Bryan, he was average height, had sandy brown hair and those piercing light blue eyes that a person could just get lost in. I had stared at him before, too, though I was sure he never noticed. He wore tight-fitting t-shirts, which showed off his nice pecs. I liked the way his pants hung off him, showing off his beautiful ass. I even found the way he wore his shoes to be sexy. He had to be one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. But, with my luck, I figured, I would never have a chance with him.
I caught myself drifting in my fantasy world and concentrated on what was left of class. As the professor wrapped up, I packed away my things and got up to leave. I was suddenly feeling extraordinarily horny after thinking of Bryan and wanted to get home fast to look at some porn and have a good, hard, jack-off session. I wondered why he was looking at me. Could he possibly be interested? Nah, don't kid yourself, I thought. He must have been looking at something else.
I was walking down the hall rather quickly when I thought I heard someone calling my name from behind.
"Sean!"
I turned around and almost fell over. It was him.
"Hey," I said, my mind racing with wonder about what he might want.
"Hi. Listen, I know you don't me that well, but I was wondering if I could ask a major favor of you," Bryan said, his piercing eyes seeming to look deep inside me.
Like, would I like to suck your cock? I thought.
"Sure," I choked up the word, my fantasies running wild. "What is it?"
"I really need help in that class," Bryan said. "That prof has got me really confused and I can't afford to fail. You seem to always be on the ball when he asks questions, so I was hoping..."
"You need a study partner?" I asked, half-disappointed, the other half of me trying to keep from asking if he needed a fucking partner.
We walked out of the building, side by side. It was a hot day for May, the sun beat down with the force of a blast furnace. "If it's not too much trouble," he asked.
I stopped and faced him. "Nah, no trouble. I'll need to study too, so it might help me too."
"Great!" he smiled, his teeth giving off a twinkle in the sunlight. I was having a difficult time stopping myself from looking right into his eyes.
Bryan reached down and pulled his shirt up to his forehead to wipe the sweat that has instantly developed, revealing an incredible washboard stomach. I felt my cock begin to grow as I looked at his beautiful physique. He mumbled something about getting together to study while I flung my backpack off my shoulder and held it in front of me to cover my hard-on.
"So tomorrow's okay with you?" he asked.
"Yeah, great." I replied nervously.
"Cool, see you in class then." He turned and headed down the sidewalk. I stood and watched him walk away, following the curves of his ass as he strutted along. I was so fucking horny, I had to cum or I might just explode. I sat under a tree and waited for the walking traffic to die down, my hand feeling my stiff prick under the cover of my backpack.
As everyone began to disappear, I ran into the library and the bathroom. I found a stall and as fast as I could, whipped my pants down to my ankles and grabbed hold of my throbbing hard meat. I hardly had to touch it, it was ready to blow. The image of Bryan's hard abs was still fresh in my mind. I felt the cum rising in the shaft of my cock and grabbed hold of some toilet paper with my free hand. I let out a moan as the hot jizz blasted from my cock. I was so engulfed in satisfaction that most of the cum missed the paper in my hand and landed on the floor in front of me. I recovered from my state of bliss and bent down to mop up the mess. I pushed the last droplets of cum from my cockhead and licked them off my fingertips.
After flushing the cum-soaked toilet paper, I made my way out of the stall. Another guy stood at the sink as I washed my hands and he gave me a peculiar look. I hadn't heard him come in, but I was pretty sure it was after my moaning. Either way, I didn't give a damn. It felt so good. Even with my horniness temporarily relieved, Bryan still monopolized my thoughts. I could hardly wait until tomorrow.
Bryan was all I thought about all night and all the next morning. I beat off good again thinking about him before I went to bed, and awoke with a raging hard-on after dreaming about him. I was so attracted to this hot almost-god of a man that I could hardly see straight.
I had never actually done anything with a man yet. I was confused and even a little scared to face my feelings of attraction to men. I hid my feelings from everyone, though that didn't stop me from checking out a hot guy walking past or spending hours looking at internet porn when I could get some time to myself. I so wanted to try something, and I wanted to try it with Bryan.
Dozens of scenarios played through my head of how I could get that stud to get naked with me. But ambitious as all that was, I didn't figure I'd actually go through with any of it. Knowing me, I'd be too nervous to try anything.
I hurried to class that afternoon, wanting to spend all the time I could staring at the eye-candy that was Bryan. He showed up right after me and gave me a nod as he sat at his desk. His spot was a few rows over and a couple spots ahead. He was wearing shorts, showing off his beautiful legs. They had just the right amount of light brown hair on them. His calves were well-shaped and very muscular; I just wanted to go over there and squeeze them in my hands. He wore sandals, too; even his feet were hot! Just looking at the veins in his feet and his toes made my cock grow. Luckily, this time I was sitting in back and no one would really notice.
I sat back and prepared for a full hour of uninterrupted staring at my dream boy, but it wasn't to be so. On this day, of all days, Trevor showed up. Trevor was a slack-ass student and an even bigger slack-ass human being, as evidenced by all the flab hanging off that big frame of his. Normally, he missed class, but today for some reason he decided to show, meaning that he'd be in his desk blocking my view of Bryan. I was pissed. Why the fuck did that bastard have to choose today to turn his life around? I craned my neck in various ways to try to get a look at Bryan, but it was no use. I slouched forward in disgust and fumed.
I didn't pay any attention to what happened in class. I finally snapped out of it as I noticed the people around me packing up to leave. I bent over to the floor and starting putting my books away when two gorgeous legs stood next to me. My cock came alive again and a smile came across my face as I followed every inch of those legs with my eyes to see Bryan standing over me.
"Hey, Sean, so we still on for our study thing tonight?"
"Absolutely!" I sa
id, almost too excitedly. Any time spent within spitting distance of him was good enough for me.
"Cool. You wanna stop by my place tonight, say around 8?" he asked.
"Sure. Where's that at?"
"Off-campus, on 12th street," he said with that twinkle of his in his eye. "I share a house with three other guys."
Damn! I thought. Even if I wanted to try something with him I couldn't.
"But they'll be gone," he continued. "So it'll be just us."
My mood bounced back upon hearing that. We parted ways and I found my bathroom stall again, my cock pulsing and ready to leap right out of my pants. He looked so good in those shorts! This time around, I took my time and savored the feeling before shooting my wad. Oh, sweet Bryan, I thought, what you do to my cock without even knowing it!
****
As expected, I was awfully antsy waiting for eight o'clock to roll around. I could barely eat and had trouble trying to work on my other assignments. It seemed like I looked at the clock every minute in anticipation. Finally, as it got close enough, I got on my way. So what if I'm early, I thought, more time to look at Bryan!
I found the house and knocked on door. I nearly fell over when he answered the door: he was only wearing khaki shorts; no shirt, no shoes (and boy was I hoping to get serviced!!). Just as I imagined, he had the pecs of a Calvin Klein model, and I finally got to see all of those tight abs of his. His upper body was smooth and tan like the rest of him. He obviously cared a lot about how he looked. Veins popped in his arms, his biceps flexed slightly, probably out of habit. His body glistened in the setting sunlight in the doorway. I could hardly believe that I was staring at this stud. I didn't think people like this really existed.
"Hey man," he said. "Come on in." He placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me through the doorway. I nearly melted with his touch. "Sorry it's so hot in here. The landlord just finished fixing the air conditioner a few minutes ago, so it should cool down in a little while." He grabbed his t-shirt off a chair and put it on. I wanted to scream "No! Leave it off!" but I figured I shouldn't.
I took a seat in the living room as Bryan offered me a drink, which I really needed (he wasn't kidding when he said it was hot in there!). I took my seat and tried to arrange my books and backpack so that Bryan wouldn't see the huge bulge in my shorts. Bryan returned with two colas. I promptly downed half of mine.
"What do you say we get down to business?" Bryan asked.
If only you knew the kind of business I wanted to get down with you, I thought. Bryan sat across from me, putting his feet up on the coffee table, giving me a spread-eagle look at his crotch. I nearly choked on my gulp of soda. He had underwear on, so I couldn't see his package, but the fabric of the shorts left a distinct enough outline that I knew he was well-endowed.
I snapped myself out of my trance as I half-heard Bryan ask me a question from the class study guide. Still in a state of delirium, I leaned forward to grab my book off the coffee table, forgetting the glass of soda in my hand, and spilled all of it in my lap! I leapt up as the cold liquid soaked my crotch. The hard-on wasn't much of a concern now – nothing like cold fluids to send your cock into hiding!
"Shit," I said. "I'm such a fucking clutz!"
"Ah, don't worry about it, Sean," Bryan assured me, the brown stain of the cola quickly soaking into my shorts.
"I've got a few extra pair of shorts up in my room if you want," he offered me.
"That would be great," I half-laughed at my clumsiness.
Bryan pointed me up to his room and I went upstairs. Peeking in, his bedroom seemed like any other guy's: messy. Clothes, books and CDs littered the floor. His bed looked like it hadn't been made in a year. Something was curious about his walls, though: they were covered in pictures of athletes. That might not have seemed quite so unusual, except when I had passed the other bedroom, I noticed scantily clad women all over his roommate's walls. Bryan's posters were of sweaty basketball players, a couple of dirty football players, and a baseball player sporting a nice package under his cup. I didn't quite know what to make of it. Either Bryan was straight as they come – what straight guy doesn't love sports? - or he wasn't, and I stood a chance!
My cock grew again thinking about it, and I slipped out of my wet shorts and took out a neatly folded pair of Umbros from Bryan's drawer. I closed my eyes and imagined what it was like to be Bryan, all of his manhood filling those shorts. I opened my eyes and realized there was a problem. My hard-on formed a very pointy tent in the shorts! Damn, I thought. I tried to adjust it, but the contact with my hand only made me hornier. I pulled my shirt down as far as I could stretch it – it didn't cover everything, but if I hurried across the room, maybe Bryan wouldn't notice.
I went back downstairs, and Bryan was out of the room. Good, I thought, saved that embarrassment, even though I really wanted him to notice. Shit! I sooooo wanted Bryan and me to get naked together, but I was still afraid as hell that if I so much as made a hint of my interest, he'd freak out and never speak to me again.
As Bryan was coming back into the room. I strategically replaced my backpack to obstruct his view.
"How's that?" he asked.
"A lot better, thanks."
We got back to studying. I tried hard not to stare at him, and after awhile my raging erection finally went away. I got so absorbed into the work that I soon forgot about my crotch altogether, moving my backpack away and getting comfortable, putting my feet up on the coffee table. Big mistake. Bryan had half a glass of soda still on the table, and of course I knocked it right over.
"Aw, son of a bitch! I'm sorry!"
"You and cola – not a good combination?" Bryan joked, smiling at me. I nearly melted. His gorgeous eyes sparkled and that drop-dead gorgeous smile caused my cock to leap back into action. However, I failed to notice in the embarrassment of my second screw-up of the night. I got down on the floor next to Bryan to help him clean up.
Then, it happened. My hard-on was pointed straight away from my body, making my excitement more than obvious. As he crouched next to me, Bryan turned his head up and was staring right at it! I suddenly realized what had happened and bolted up, except that when I stood up, my cock was now pointing right at his face! I could feel my face go red in embarrassment.
"Uh..." Bryan started, a slight tremble in his voice.
"I'm... I'm..." I couldn't find any words.
Bryan stood up too. My eyes went straight to his crotch, out of habit I suppose. To my surprise, Bryan also sported an instant erection. My fears subsided as I knew something was about to finally happen between us.
"I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to stare," Bryan quickly offered his apologies.
"It's okay," I assured him.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, it's just..." he stopped.
"What?"
"I've just never been that close to a... you know."
"What do you call that?" I asked, pointing to his own hard-on.
"Oh." Bryan's face went another shade deeper of red.
"There's probably something I should tell you," Bryan said. "I think I'm gay."
"You think you're gay?"
"Well, I mean, I've been staring at guys a lot lately, especially you," he said. I almost jumped across the room to stick my tongue down his throat right then and there.
"I don't believe it," I said.
"Oh, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that..."
"It's all right! I've been checking you out too," I told him.
"Wow," Bryan said, a tone of relief in his voice. We were both quiet a minute, standing facing each other, our erections pointing at one another.
"Do you mind if I take care of this?" I asked, unable to control myself any longer. I didn't wait for an answer, and pulled off the shorts, my cock leaping out, ready to burst. I took it into my hand and started stroking away. Bryan just stared as I whacked my throbbing hard meat.
"Aren't you going to join me?" I pulled my shirt off awkwardly with my free hand and sat down,
putting my feet up and spreading my legs. Bryan pulled off his own shirt, revealing those incredible pecs and abs. He stepped out of his shorts to reveal a very hard eight inch cock. I had never imagined a cock could be that big before! My own six inches hardly felt adequate.
"Holy shit man, that's a great dick," I complimented him.
"Thanks," Bryan blushed and sat across from me, working his tool furiously. The sight of him made me beat even harder. I could feel the spunk rising in my shaft. I didn't want to shoot off too fast but I couldn't help it. I was ready to explode. I let out a loud moan and cum shot out onto my stomach. Three good pumps of jizz flew from my cock. I closed my eyes and threw my head back in relief. I was breathing heavily and looked back across. Bryan's eyes stared right at my hot jizz as he pumped away on his own dick. My cock stayed hard and I began to stroke again. Suddenly, Bryan let out a moan of his own. The orgasm seemed to overtake his body as he closed his eyes and his hot juice shot out. His cock was pointing right at me, and the jizz flew across the room, most of it landing on the coffee table, but some of it making it all the way across and landing on my legs. I had never seen that much spunk at one time! Then again, with a cock like that, it's no wonder!
Once Bryan was finally done shooting cum, he opened his eyes again, seeing where the jizz had flown. He laughed a little.
"I've never been able to control that stuff!"
Bryan got up and came towards me then. He ran his finger across the coffee table, picking up some of his cum, and licked it up. I just watched him as he came closer. He moved his head between my legs, and licked his cum that had landed on my legs. His tongue tickled as it ran across the hair on my calf. I jacked my cock even harder.
Bryan looked up at me. "There's something I've always wanted to try," he said.
