Gay Erotic Stories

I ran across the soccer field on my way back to school. I was late, and the bell had already rung. Most of the guys were still on the field. As I got closer, I saw Carl with Ernie, another boy in our class, encased in a headlock. Ernie was thrashing his arms about, trying to get free, and Carl was laughing. Though I had only been in their class for about two weeks, I knew already that they were rivals in just about everything except academics. Carl was the tallest, over 6”, and strong, but Ernie was muscular too, and about my height, 5’11”. Carl was the oldest, but Ernie was older than me too. You see, where I had come from, there was no kindergarten, and I started school in Grade 1, so I was a year younger than everyone else in my class, including Ernie, and two years younger than Carl who had repeated a grade early on. They were both very athletic and both played soccer in the spring, baseball in the summer, basketball in the fall, and hockey in the winter. They were bitter rivals, always trying to out-do each other. They were both very good looking too, though I had never really thought about those things much before. Carl had dark curly hair, to Ernie’s blond hair. Carl had brown eyes, heavy eyebrows, long, thick lashes, and darker skin to Ernie’s blue eyes, blond eyelashes, and fair skin. The thing about Carl, though, was that he was always friendly, always with a ready smile. Ernie showed me right up front that he thought he was better than me since I wasn’t very good at sports. He would pick on me and when he did, his lip would curl up in a kind of sneer. I liked Carl, but I didn’t see much to like about Ernie, at least so far. As I came along side them, Carl let Ernie go and gave him a shove. He walked towards the door beside me. Ernie kind of shook himself, and followed behind. “We got gym last period,” Carl said, leaning close so no one else would hear. “We’ll offer to help coach put the balls and stuff away to stall for a while till everyone else leaves. I want to show you something after class.” I didn’t say yes or no, but there was no doubt in my mind that I would do as he said. Whatever he wanted to show me, I wanted to see, especially after he taught me how to jerk him off in the back seat of that old car at lunchtime. I’d never done anything like that before. Heck, I didn’t even know you could do things like that! We had History first, a little math, and then gym, and since it was our last class, we took our books with us so we could head right home. In the locker room, most of the guys turned their backs on each other as they changed, and that included me too. We kind of hunched over, making sure that we kept well covered. I never looked at another boy’s private parts. I got embarrassed just seeing their white underwear as they stood to pull their gym shorts up over their young butts. Carl, though, he stood there and stripped right down, shirt and underwear and all. He stood there, naked for a moment, stroking his king-sized cock, soft now, but still very impressive, and scratching at his balls. Then he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a jock strap. I never owned one, but I knew what they were. He pulled it on, snapping the elastic straps against his buttocks and then pulled his gym shorts on over it. The other guys were all peeking, of course. As Carl had said, he had the longest cock in the class, and the all took every opportunity they could to get a look at it and marvel at it’s size. I was too, this time, and Carl was enjoying putting on the show. He knew that the other guys wanted a look at his cock, and he was not shy about showing it. Hell, who would, if you had one as big as that to show! I had never seen it before today. I was always too shy to look. Now that I was on more familiar terms with it, it didn’t bother me to look, but I didn’t want the other guys to see me looking, so I just grabbed a peek, same as they were doing. You could almost hear the sharp intake of breath as reached into his jock strap and straightened his long cock so it fit properly in the pouch. I’ll bet I wasn’t the only one who wished it was my hand doing that job! Once in the gym, Coach Miller made us do the usual warm-up stuff, sit-ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and laps around the gym. Carl chose me as his partner for the sit-ups. I hand to hold his feet down while the did them and I could see right up the leg of his shorts at the big bulge in the pouch of his jock strap. He knew I was looking, and smiled at me with his sexiest grin when he caught my eye. I was a bit embarrassed when he spotted for me, however, since I knew there wasn’t nearly as much to look at up the leg of my shorts. Still, he gave a little whistle and said, ‘Nice little package you got there!” I blushed. Then half the class was sent to one end to shoot baskets while the other half was at the other climbing ropes. We shot a few hoops and did a few drills, and then we got to climb ropes. Again, we had to go in pairs, each one spotting for the other, which meant that one guy pulled down on the rope while the other guy climbed. Carl spotted for me, and I climbed first. I didn’t make it all the way to the top, but did better than some of the others. As I slid down, Carl’s hands on the rope rubbed against my cock, which was semi hard all through the climb. “Happy to see me?” Carl whispered, a grin spread across his face. I knew he was teasing, but I blushed anyway. Then it was Carl’s turn. He started up the rope and I looked up to see how he was doing. I could see right up the leg of his shorts, and saw the bulge his big cock and balls made in the front pouch of his jock strap. I could see his dark pubic hair as it spread out from the pouch and down his legs. got a tingling feeling in my own private area, and felt my face get red. I looked away as he came back down., and tried to straighten my own thickening cock in my shorts without anyone seeing me. After 45 minutes, the coach blew his whistle and everyone headed for the locker room. Carl started to gather up balls and I started to fold the mats that were on the floor under the ropes. Coach came along and opened the equipment door and we put the stuff inside. Then we headed for the locker room. As Carl had anticipated, we found that had the place pretty much to ourselves. Most of the boys had dressed and left right away, but we could hear the shower running, and there were clothes in front of Ernie’s locker, including his underwear. Carl picked up the pair of white briefs and sniffed it, then passed it to me. I didn’t smell it. These things were so new to me, I really didn’t understand them, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to smell another guy’s underwear. “Come on, let’s see what he’s got,” Carl whispered with a grin on his face. We sneaked up to the wall which separated the shower stalls from the rest of the locker room and looked around the corner. There were no curtains on the stalls, and there was Ernie, hands held high, covered in white suds as he stood there lathering his blond hair. His long, tapered, well-muscled body glistened in the light, and I almost gasped out loud when I saw his perfect form. What a body! His eyes were shut tight against the soap as he scrubbed, so he didn’t see us. He stood facing us with his legs spread apart, and I saw for the second time that day another boy’s cock. Even though it was soft, I was impressed. It was as long as mine when mine gets stiff, and his large balls hung low in their dark skin sack behind it. Strands of thick, wet hair hung down and around his cock and balls which bounced up and down as he rubbed the soap through his hair. His cock seemed to get semi hard even as we watched. He reached one soapy hand down and stroked it, and it seemed to get even larger. While we were looking at Ernie’s cock, he finished wiping the soap out of his eyes and looked up. “What the f---!” he started, as we darted back behind the dividing wall. We ran back to the locker room and were just tying our sneakers when Ernie came round the corner, a towel wrapped around his waist. By the look of the bulge sticking vertically up the front, however, his cock was no longer soft, not even semi-soft. It was rock hard! “Are you guys queers or what?” he sneered. Then he smiled. “Is this what you wanted to see?” He whipped off his towel exposing his hard cock. With his other hand, he reached down and stroked it. “Now you’ve seen it, which one of you queers wants to suck it?” Carl was the first to react and he snapped his towel at Ernie’s cock, making the other boy jump back. “You’re the queer,” he laughed. You’re the one who always takes showers after gym class and hopes that someone will look at his balls! They ain’t worth the trouble,” he continued. “You want to see balls, you wanna see these!” He cupped his hands over his own genitals, pulling the fabric of his jeans tight around them. The bulge was quite large, and again I felt that delicious tingle weaken my body. “Come on,” Carl said. “Let’s leave that freakin’ queer to jerk himself off!” Ernie shook his fist at us as we dashed out the door and down the road to the corner. We stopped running and walked. “Why did you smell Ernie’s underwear?” I asked. “’Cause I wanted to see if I could smell cum,” he answered. “It smells different than piss. You can tell if he jerked off by smellin his underwear. “ “And did he? Jerk off, I mean?” “Might have. I couldn’t tell with only one sniff.” Carl looked towards the car in the vacant lot. “Wanna go there?” he questioned. “No,” I said. “I know a better place. Come with me.” I led Carl through town to my neighbourhood. We went into my house, dropped our books and grabbed a few cookies, then headed out the back door. We crossed the field to the back of my neighbour’s barn. He used to keep horses, but not any more. The barn was empty. We climbed in under the door to the horse stable in the back, and then climbed the stairs to the loft above. There were bales of hay there, with a clear place on the floor in the middle. Light streamed in through a large hole in the ceiling to one end. A Monololy game lay open on one of the hay bales, with a pack of cards beside it. The neighbourhood kids came up here on rainy days. One of them had shown me the way to get in. Carl reached for the cards. “Great!” he said. “We can play strip poker!” I’d never played poker, so Carl had to explain the rules of the game to me. He passed out the cards and picked his up. “Your first bid,” he said, as he sorted them. “You gotta bid clothes, and you gotta take them off and put them in the kitty.” I bid my shoes, taking them off and placing them on the hay bale. I had no idea if I had a good hand or not, as the rules were still a bit foggy. Carl put his shoes on the bale and said, “I see you.” Then he raised me a pair of socks. These too were placed on the hay bale and I put mine there as well. Then he said I could throw away any cards I didn’t want. I threw away three cards, keeping two twos. He threw away three also and dealt us each new cards. “Now you bid again,” he said. I still only had the two twos, and if he had a pair of anything else, he would win the hand, but I bid anyway. “How about a T-shirt?” I asked. “I’ll see that. Put it on the pile,” he said as he started to take his off. I watched him first, and looked at his muscular chest, his nipples standing right out, and a bit of dark hair between them that thinned out as it approached his belt buckle. As nice a body as Ernie’s had, I liked Carl’s more, I think, because I liked Carl more. I took my shirt off and tried to hide myself a bit as I dropped it on the pile. I didn’t have much in the way of muscles, and I certainly didn’t have any hair on my chest, just a bit of peach fuzz. I didn’t have very much around my cock and balls either for that matter, not like Carl and Ernie had. I was a bit shy about what we would have to take off next. Carl was in it for the big show, however, and he raised me a pair of pants. We both dropped our jeans on the pile and sat there looking at each other in our underwear. He had a noticeable bulge in his, and looking down, I saw that mine were sticking practically straight out in front too. When I looked up, Carl was looking there. “Let’s see what you got,” Carl said, as he laid down his hand. I thought he meant take off my underwear, but then I realized he was talking about the cards. I laid mine down and he laughed. “You bet all that with only a pair of twos?” He said. He had two queens, which was much better. He swept all the clothes off to his side of the hay bale and said, “Your deal now.” I dealt out the cards, and this time I had three of a kind. I knew that was much better. Carl said all I had left to bet was my underwear, and if I bet my briefs, he would throw in all my other clothes as well as his own. I agreed and there we were, sitting opposite each other, both naked. I had never been naked in front of another guy before, except as I said, my brother, when we were younger and shared a bath tub and bedroom. I kept my cards in close, trying to use them to hide myself, but he spread his legs wide and I had a long exciting look at what he was showing me. What a cock, even now, when it was only semi hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was massive! That’s the only word to describe it. Massive! I felt my own cock getting harder and harder, and now I wanted to finish the game. We discarded, and I drew two cards, neither of which were any good. When we showed our hands, however, I had won. “I can bet my face,” Carl said as he dealt out the next hand. “What does that mean?” I asked. “It means, if I lose, you can tell me to do anything you like and I have to do it--sort of like being your slave. If you lose, I get everything back and you’re on your face.” I said okay, and we played the hand. I had two kings and an Ace high. When we discarded, however, I threw in one of the kings. I didn’t want to win. I didn’t know what to ask him to do. Carl won easily and now I was the one on my face. Carl, by this time, was getting pretty excited. His cock was sticking straight up in the air, and dripping that clear liquid I noticed at lunchtime. As I watched him, he dabbed at it with his finger and then licked it. “Umm, I love pre-cum!” he said as he dabbed at it again. He gave it a couple of quick strokes and it seemed to stand even higher. I did the same. By now, though, we were no longer interested in the cards. Carl quickly lost the next hand and said, “I’m your slave. Make me do anything you want.” I had no idea what to make him do and told him so. “Shit,” he said. “How about asking me to jerk off, or jerk you off? Or,” he hesitated, “You could ask me to suck your nipples, or suck your cock.” I had no idea what that mean, but I could tell by his voice that it was something real good. Still, I was scared. I had never done any of this stuff before. I didn’t want to move too fast. “I’ll jerk you,” I said. I had done that to him at lunchtime, and knew what to expect. Carl spread his legs, and I got down between them. I took his long, ten-inch cock in my hand and began to slide the skin up and down. “Go slow,” he said. “Go real slow till I get the feeling. Then go like mad.” I squeezed his cock, and jerked him as slowly as I could. He leaned back, with his eyes shut tight and moaned. “Fuck, that feels good!” he said. I watched closely as I worked his cock. I could see the large veins that curled down the length of it. I saw the tangle of black curly hair at the base, and I watched in amazement as the skin at the end parted and the moist, purple head peeked through. I pulled the skin right down, exposing the head completely, and I watched as another drop of precum leaked out. “Lick it,” Carl said. “It tastes real good.” “No, you have it,” I said. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Carl dipped his finger in the precum and brought it to his mouth. A long, shining strand stretched from his cock to his mouth, and he slurped it up, licking his fingers. “You don’t know what you’re missing,” he said. “Precum is awesome!” By now, he was beginning to hoist his hips towards my fist and, reading him correctly, I squeezed tighter and began to jerk his cock faster. His breathing became more erratic, and he began to snort through his nose. “Fuck,” he said. “Oh fuck! Jerk that cock, man! Jerk it hard!”” My arm was getting tired so I changed hands. “Feel my balls,” he ordered. I did what I was told. I rubbed his balls together with my free hand, and they slid past each other inside his dark, hair-covered sack. They were so huge! As big as hen’s eggs, while mine were only about the size of walnuts, if even that big. “Put your finger up my ass!” he ordered. There was no way I was going to do that! But he lifted his hips and grabbed my hand in his. “Like this,” he said, pushing my hand down under him. He grabbed my index finger with his hand and forced it closer and closer to his bum hole. When my finger connected, his shuddered. “Push it in,” he said. I tried, but it wouldn’t go. “Wet it,” he ordered. “Wet your finger. Spit on it. Then it will go in.” I spit on my finger and sure enough when I tried again it slid right in, his muscles tightening around it. “Fuck me with your finger,” he shouted. “I don’t know how,” I said. Though every kid in the school used the word “fuck” all the time, I wasn’t all that sure what it meant. “In and out,” he ordered. “In and out, just like with a girl. That’s fucking.” I shoved my finger in and out. It slid quite freely, even though I could feel his muscles squeezing it. He arched his back so I could get a better angle, and humped up and down on my finger, all the while forcing his rock-hard cock up through my other fist. Finally, the climax came and his cock burst with spurt after spurt of that white creamy liquid I had seen for the very first time earlier that same day, at lunchtime. “What is that stuff?” I asked when he finally relaxed and began to soften up. “That’s cum,” he said, scooping some of it up and putting it in his mouth.. “That’s what you put in a girl to make babies when you fuck. Try some.” “I don’t want to make no babies,” I said. “You don’t make babies putting cum in your mouth. It has to go up inside a girl’s cunt. She’s got a hole where we got a cock. That’s the way it works. You just shove you cock into her cunt and do like you did with your finger up my ass. And ifn’ you don’t want to make babies, you just jerk off with your own hand, or someone else’s. That’s why we make our own selves cum instead of doing it inside a girl,” Carl explained. “Boys can’t make babies by jerking off. Only by fucking girls. Didn’t anyone ever tell you nothin’?” “Who told you?” I asked, ignoring his question. My father would have been the one to tell me, I guess, but it was three years since he left home. My brother Frank might have told me, but I wasn’t sure he even knew! We certainly never ever talked about it. “Who told you about fuckin’?” I repeated. “My brother,” Carl answered. “He fucks girls all the time, but he doesn’t make babies. He uses a ‘hood’.” I had no idea what a hood was, but I was sure my brother never used one. I don’t think he ever jerked off either, least not while I was around. We never talked about things like this, not yet anyway. Boy, was he going to get a surprise when I told him! It was getting too late to find out any more today. It was time to go home. I started to get dressed. “Hang on,” Carl said. “Turn about is fair play, remember? That’s the rule. I gotta do you now.” But I didn’t want to be done. I had had enough for one day, and besides, the horny feeling I had all through the card game and while jerking Carl was gone now. My cock was soft. “Next time, then,” said Carl. “You gotta go first next time. Besides, I got more things to show you. Things you’re really gonna like!” I could hardly wait.