Gay Sex Stories – One Up The Tunnel

He thought he was awake, but it took a moment to be sure.

Jake slowly came to his senses. It had been a long night and he thought he remembered most all of it. A few more deep breaths and, realizing that he didn’t appear to have a hangover and just a sour stomach, decided to open his eyes.

The popcorn ceiling above him slowly came into focus and he took a moment to blink away the cobwebs. He suddenly realized he wasn’t alone.

Turning his head, he saw another man in the bed beside him. He wasn’t exactly sure of his name, but he thought it might be Rick. Rick was as naked as Jake was, though at least Jake benefited from somehow being under the sheets.

Gingerly, so as not to wake anyone, Jake pulled the sheet off of himself and slowly swiveled his legs off the bed. As he stood he could tell from the tenderness in his backside at least some of what had happened the night prior.

He made his way to the bathroom where he tried to quietly – at least as quietly as possible- brush his teeth. He was tempted to close the door behind him, but remembered that the hinges squeaked horribly and opted against it.

Finally getting rid of that dreaded cottonmouth morning after taste, he spit the remaining toothpaste into the basin. Drying his mouth, he tossed the hand towel on the laminate counter and pondered as he turned around, how exactly he would play the hand that the morning he dealt him.

He didn’t have but a moment to ponder, however.

“Hey there,” the naked man in the bed said.

“Hey,” Jake managed, hoping his smile looked sincere.

“Your John, right?”

Jake couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “No, I’m Jake. And please say you’re Rick. I may have had a bit much last night.”

“Yeah, I’m Rick. And you did take a lot.” Rick reached to scratch himself and seeing the size of his flaccid cock made Jake all too aware of why he was somewhat sore now.

Jake sat on the bed facing Rick, thankful that at least the reintroductions appeared to go well. Although strangely he hadn’t awakened with his usual rock hard boner, he was feeling a renewed turgidity now. Given his somewhat shady memories he was a bit unsure on how open he really should be here.

“I have to be honest, Jake,” Rick began, “I don’t really remember a whole lot of last night.” He paused for a moment and, after glancing at Jake’s increasingly hard cock said, “Though something tells me I wish I did.”

Jake felt himself becoming somewhat flush in the face, which only served to stiffen his already hardening penis. He laid back on the pillow, stretching himself out for Rick’s visual pleasure.

Jake could tell from the gleam in Rick’s eyes that he enjoyed what he was seeing, but before he had more than a moment to absorb the fact, he felt Rick’s fingers wrap themselves around his cock.

Immediately Jake hardened with the strength of concrete, and as Rick began to slowly stroke it, Jake realized how much he wanted to feel Rick’s semen in his throat.

As he masturbated him, Rick leaned in and kissed him softly, almost as soft as a woman would, but the stubble gave him away. They kissed tenderly for a few minutes and Jake felt himself near completion, but he didn’t want the sensation to end just yet.

Jake broke off the kiss and pushed Rick back against the down comforter, eyeing the massively erect cock now laid before him.

Slowly he let his lips and tongue work their way down Rick’s body, teasingly licking and kissing along the way. After a few delicious moments he neared the towering shaft of muscle and kissed it.

He instantly felt Rick thrust his hips upwards just ever so slightly, encouraging him to go further than a mere kiss.

Which was exactly what Jake had in mind.

He grasped Rick between his thumb and forefinger and guided him into his mouth. Jack wasn’t one to take a dick deep into his throat, preferring just to suck what could fit comfortably, but he was pretty good at what he did, and it wasn’t long until Rick was moaning in pleasure and kneading his fingers into the comforter in pleasure.

Jake was already thinking of the feeling of exhilaration he would get when Rick exploded into his throat when he got an odd sensation in his stomach. He managed to bob one more time but then he vomited all over Rick’s crotch and thighs. Jake was suddenly reminded of the sushi and sake he had had the night before.

It was definitely a mood killer, though thankfully Rick was fully shaved so cleanup would be easier.

“What the fuck dude?” Rick exclaimed in a combination of disgust and surprise. “Where did that come from?”

“Sorry, man. Guess I need to go slow after last night,” Jake replied. Then seeing a few grains of rice glistening on Rick’s dick, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Why don’t you at least let me get you cleaned up. It’s the least I could do at this point.” Jake continued, “Don’t worry about the sheets or anything, it isn’t anything they haven’t seen before and I will take care of them later.”

“Ok, whatever you say,” Rick replied, but clearly without much enthusiasm. His dwindling vigor was mirror in his now flaccid member as well, Jake noted.

Jake went ahead and opened the linen closet and tossed Rick a towel.

“Just wrap that around you for now, so you don’t…..uh…..drip.”

Rick did as he was told and sheepishly followed behind, clearly unsure whether to be amused or angry at the sudden reversal in fortunes he had suffered.

Jake, still a few steps ahead, turn on the water in the shower. He was thinking that this could still end up with a happy ending – no pun intended- as the shower was one of his prize possessions. When he’d bought the condo he had remodeled the entire bathroom. Part of the remodeling was an expansion of the shower, which now featured six shower heads which permitted two to shower together comfortably simultaneously.

It had paid off for him many times already in the short time he had owned the place.

Rick, obviously anxious to rinse himself off, shed the towel quickly and made a beeline for the shower.

“Wait, buddy,” Jake exclaimed, “You don’t want to go in there yet. It will take a minute for the water to warm up. You think Mr. Happy is limp now, wait till some freezing water hits him. Even I can’t awaken it then!”

Jake saw that somehow he had struck a chord with Rick, as a sly smile crossed his face, “Well, I guess I will wait then.”

The only down side, as Jake soon saw, was that Rick now had no idea what to do with himself in the mean time. It wasn’t as he could take a seat and wait, even though it only would be for a few minutes at most.

So he struck perhaps the most unattractive pose leaning against the doorframe. Jake figured he was trying to still look somewhat cool, but no one with partially digested rice and fish on his junk could do it.

Strangely, in spite of it all, Jake found himself getting somewhat aroused again. It was, he had to admit, strangely endearing in the weirdest of ways.

Finally both men could see the first hints of steam rise from behind the glass of the shower door.

“Now,” Jake said, “Now you can go in.”

Rick did and Jake followed only a moment later, taking the set of nozzles to the left. Thankfully he saw that, as expected, the contents of his stomach appeared to be coming off with minimal effort. But he would still like to help a bit, he thought.

They didn’t talk for a few minutes, as both probably thought that one of them vomiting on the other required a bit of time to recover from. Both let the warm water from the jets spray onto them.

Jake grabbed a bottle of body scrub and applied a liberal dose on his palm and rubbed it onto his chest. Instantaneously the smell of strawberries filled the small stall.

“What the hell is that?” Rick exclaimed as the scent hit him.

Jake laughed, “It is strawberry passion, from Victoria’s Secret. No wonder I’m a bottom is it?”

Rick smirked in response but after a moment said, “It actually doesn’t smell so bad. Actually rather pleasant- soothing even.”

“Well that is the whole point, you know,” Jake replied, “Plus it appeals to the feminine side of me.”

Without warning Jake grabbed the bottle and squeezed it, squirting a copious amount all over Rick. Rick looked down at the pink gel as it ran down his chest and onto his abs.

Jake sidled up to him and pressed his body against his. His cock was ramrod straight and he felt it jab into Rick’s firm thigh.

The warm water was sensuous and erotic, and as their nipples touched Jake reached behind Rick and cupped his ass, pulling him closer to him.

“Wha-?” Rick said, but that was all he managed to get out.

Jake pushed him back against the warm tile of the stall, beginning to feel Rick’s cock swell as well. He moved his hands from Rick’s ass up to his chest, caressing him along the way.

As his fingers teasingly twisted Rick’s little erect nipples he leaned in and kissed him- and hard.

He felt Rick’s mouth open and as the water beat down on them their tongues touched and Rick reached down and pulled on Jake’s cock so hard Jake wasn’t sure whether he wanted to moan or scream or both.

Jake felt his balls cupped by Rick’s other hand and his balls, hairy as they were, had never been juggled or massaged any better. It was the best feeling he could remember; the soft and gentle caressing of his nuts coupled with the vigorous stroking of his shaft.

Jake turned to lean back against the tile as he began to lose himself. He felt Rick’s tongue and then his teeth on his nipples, all the while masturbating him.

“Come for me, you little bitch,” Rick said, the water dripping off of his nose, “Tell me who your daddy is.”

“You are,” Jake replied, feeling his balls tighten and his cock swell still further. “Make me come daddy.”

As he finished his cock erupted but Rick continued to milk him until his climax has passed.

Rick came back for another kiss, and as he did he pushed Jake over, bending him at the waist.

Knowing and wanting what was coming, Jake didn’t resist and put on hand on his knee and the other up against the tile as he felt Rick’s big hands grab him by the hips. He felt Rick’s cock slide between the cheeks of his ass.

“Yes, Rick, make me your bitch,” Jake said as he felt the tip of Rick’s cock begin to slide into his ass. Thankfully between the water, the strawberry gel, and the previous night it wasn’t as initially uncomfortable as usual, but he still gasped as Rick entered him.

“Good God that is…..wonderful,” Jake said, not even caring that Rick wasn’t wearing a condom.

Rick soon developed a slow and steady rhythm which after only a few moments began to drive Jake just the slightest bit crazy. He reached back between his legs and cupped Rick’s balls as they slapped against his taint. They were smooth. They were divine. They were, at least for the moment, his.

It was clear that Rick knew what he was doing as he was both firm and yet teasingly gentle. Jake actually usually liked it a little rougher but the warmth of the water on his back and just Rick’s touch was pleasure enough.

Jake felt Rick swell and then a tremendous moan erupted from him concurrently with the explosion of the purple head of his dick in Jake’s ass. Rick seemed to come forever, but after the first spasm of come had erupted, he’d pulled his dick out and let the balance splash on Jake’s back, where it was almost immediately washed away by the rushing water of the shower.

Both Rick and Jake washed and let the steamy water wash over them, now that their sexual urges had at least momentarily passed.

Jake turned off the water and exited first, wrapping a towel around himself after he did so. He then grabbed a towel for Rick who was still in the shower. He went over to him but instead of giving him the towel he led Rick out of the stall by the hand and, after admiring his Adonis-like physique for a moment, slowly patted him dry.

There was a rare moment of tenderness as the two men, their needs satiated, quietly in their own ways processed what had just happened. Somehow they had gone from a presumed night of drunken debauchery to a rather derailed attempt at a blowjob- so derailed that it had resulted in vomit and a trip to the shower.

But yet that same trip had resulted in something approaching a magical moment, at least from where Jake stood as he finished patting Rick dry. As his finished, Rick took the towel and used it to finish drying some of the more remote areas of his body, like his ass-crack.

There was an odd familiarity there as well.

After, they both sat on the couch nuzzling against each other as they listened to the soiled sheets tumble in the dryer.

“So what did happen last night?” Jake asked, legitimately curious beyond belief.

“I only wish I knew to tell you, dear. But my memory of last night is as wrecked as yours. All I remember is bits and pieces. Making out in the bathroom, things like that. Just flashes really.”

“Well,” Jake replied, “I don’t even remember that much. But things seem to have worked out well.”

“Yes, that they have,” Rick said.

“So, have you always been a bottom,” Rick said, continuing, “I’ve been both.”

“More or less,” Jake said, “I’ve been both too of course just for the sake of experimentation but I am usually the woman of the relationship. I just prefer it that way I suppose. I have always been a very giving sort.”

“Me too,” Rick said, laughing, “Though not in the same way as you mean. I have usually been the top, which is giving in a somewhat different way.”

Standing as he finished his sentence, Rick wandered back to the bedroom to fetch the remainder of his clothes, as both were just in their boxers while they relaxed after the shower. He came out in a minute and tossed them on the chair, then proceeded to get dressed.

“Are you leaving already?” Jake asked, suddenly perplexed.

“Actually, yes,” Rick replied, “I had a really great time and you’re a great guy, but-“

“But what-,” Jake whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

“But I think you are looking for a longer term relationship. To be honest, I am more of a one night stand sort of guy. I don’t want to be tied down to any one man.”

Jake was floored. Granted, Rick was a guy he’d evidently met and picked up at a bar, which wasn’t exactly the place you’d go to meet your soul-mate, though stranger things had been known to happen.

He found himself unable to mutter even another word as Rick, having evidently finished with Jake, finished getting dressed.

Running his fingers to somewhat straighten his hair, Rick said simply, “Later,” and then was gone.

As he heard the door latch after him, Jake still wondered exactly what had just happened. Had he somehow misplayed his hand? Had the unintentional vomiting been the straw that broke the camel’s back?

Undoubtedly not, he surmised, given what happened just a few minutes later in the shower. Sadly, he realized, he was again alone. But it was a good memory.

As he ran through the shower with Rick again in his head, he felt a tightness in his boxers and, looking down, saw the tip of his cock trying to poke itself out though the buttoned fly.

Pulling the elastic down and letting it snag underneath his nut-sack, he looked at himself, hard again at just the thought of his lost love.

He closed his eyes and slowly he fondled himself. He tried to imagine again the way Rick had manhandled him, grabbed his hips. The way his hands had felt on his cock, rubbing, stroking.

Then his mind wandered to the fullness his ass had felt when Rick had entered him. The restrained passion as come had filled his rectum and spattered on his back.

As the memory of this last sensation crossed his mind, he felt his cock again orgasm, but he didn’t yet dare open his eyes. The dream wasn’t yet over and he played with himself until every drop of semen was out of him.

Finally satiated again, he looked at the thick liquid which covered his hand and his cock, which was now shrinking in its post coital recovery.

“Damn it,” he said aloud. “Not only did I puke on my sheets, but now I’ve gone and come on my couch too.”

Then he laughed.

“I should have let him clean the vomit off himself.”

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