Gay Erotic Stories

Suck or be sucked? That is indeed a question! I had a great sleep! I dreamed about Carl and I, and what we did together yesterday. We were back in the loft, playing strip poker. We were down to our underwear when Ernie came in and asked if he could play too. Carl said no, but I said yes. I wanted to see him naked again, to see his blond hair enshroud his long, thick cock. Carl reluctantly agreed and said he could play but he had to start where we were - in his underwear. Ernie stripped off in a blink of an eye, and we started to play again. Carl dealt out the cards and I made the first bet - our underwear. We all stripped off, and then Carl said he raised us our face - which meant if we lost, we had to do whatever the winner said. As luck would have it, and since it was my dream, I won the hand. Carl and Ernie stood naked before me, their beautiful cocks semi hard, and their balls hanging low behind.. What could I ask them to do? I had no idea. “Get up,” a voice said, but it wasn’t mine. “Get up, sleepy head, or you’ll be late for school!” I opened my eyes and there was my mother standing at the foot of my bed. Good thing mothers can’t see into your dreams! I was sure she would have been shocked at what she saw there! I got up, went to the bathroom, and then got dressed. My brother was already eating by the time I got to the table. He was skipping school this morning because he had a dentist appointment, and then Mom was taking him to buy his first suit so she had a half-day off from work. He would be graduating this year, and was going to the prom, so between the dentist and the shopping, he got to skip school. I didn’t. I didn’t want to anyway. I wanted to see Carl. I ate my Corn Flakes as fast as I could and grabbed a banana as I headed out the door. “Bye Mom,” I called. “Bye Son,” she called after me. “See you at lunch.” What a glorious day! June was always so nice - not too hot, but not cold either. You didn’t have to wear a jacket, and some days, like today, you got away with wearing shorts and a T-shirt. As I walked to school, I peeled the banana and took a bite. Suddenly, a surge of hormones set me on fire. “This banana is about the same thickness as Carl’s cock,” I thought to myself. After swallowing the bit that was in my mouth, I put the banana to my lips again. This time, I didn’t bite it. I slowly pushed it in my mouth, wondering just how far I could shove it in before I choked. It went nearly to the back of my throat before I started to gag, and in a fit of coughing and sputtering, I pulled it out again. “Is that what you do when you suck a cock?” I asked myself. Carl had offered it as a suggestion that day he lost at strip poker. He said I could ask him to suck me off. I didn’t, because I didn’t know exactly what that meant, and I was reluctant to try too many new things at once. Shit, I didn’t even know what jerking off was this time yesterday! I put the banana into my mouth again and pushed it in as far as I could. This time, I got more of it in before I choked, and I drew it out again quickly. I looked around. Here I was, walking up the street, sucking on a banana as if it was Carl’s cock. I ate the rest of it quickly and disposed of the peeling in a bin on the corner. Perhaps I could ask Carl about sucking when we got together the next time. When I got to school, Carl was already there. He was standing away from the school, at the edge of the soccer field, but not playing as he usually was. When he saw me, he waved and I went over. “I got something to tell you,” I said, a bit flushed as a surge of horniness rose up inside of me. “I bet I know,” he said. “You jerked off!” “How did you know?” I asked, bewildered, and a bit cross that he stole my thunder. I wanted to be the one to tell him. “I knew you would do it as soon as you could get the chance,” Carl said. “I was the same when I first learned how. I did it about ten times a day! It’s old hat now though,” he added. “I only do it about five times a day now!” Carl dug his elbow into my ribs and tried to grab me in a hammerlock, but I slipped through and got beyond his reach. He moved over closer and whispered, “So what was it like? Tell me. Where did you do it?” I told him all that had happened after he had left my place yesterday. “My brother looked at me kinda funny when he heard I was taking a bath in the middle of the day,” I said after I had finished my story. “Do you think he suspects? Do you think he does it? Jerk off, I mean.” “Sure he does,” said Carl. “All guys do it, once they know how. ‘We’re fuckin’ walking hormones,’ that’s what my brother says. He says everybody does it, but no one likes to get caught. That’s why we do it in the bathroom, or in bed. My brother does it in bed all the time when he hasn’t fucked a girl for a while.” Carl leaned over again. “Sometimes, if he’s real horny, he fucks me instead!” he whispered. I was thoroughly mixed up. Yesterday, I found out how a guy fucks a girl. Now Carl was telling me that a guy could fuck a guy, and that his older brother fucked him! “How?” I asked. “How does he fuck you? You don’t have a hole in your front like girls do.” “No, but I got one in the back!” Carl said, and he laughed. “Remember where you stuck your finger yesterday? Well my brother sticks his cock up there! It was sore at first, and I didn’t like it, but now it’s great! It’s better than jerkin’ off!” I couldn’t believe it. I had just learned how to jerk off, and I thought it was the greatest thing in the world, to get that surge of pleasure pulsating through you and to shoot your cum - not that I shot much the first time, but I believed Carl when he told me that I would shoot more the next time. “You’re fuckin’ crazy!” I said to him. He used that word all the time, and it seemed natural for me to use it when I was with him. I’d never use it in front of my mother though, not if I wanted to live! “Look,” Carl said. “I can tell you anything, and you won’t believe it till you try it yourself. Why don’t we try it today? I’ll fuck you if you want to try it. I know how to do it. Sometimes my brother lets me fuck him after he’s fucked me. Remember the rule, turn about is fair play? That’s what my brother always says.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be fucked or not, and the thought of Carl’s ten inch cock sort of scared me. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to suck it, now he wanted to shove it up my bum! But then, yesterday, I didn’t even want to touch Carl’s cock through his jeans. Now, I couldn’t wait till we were alone together again. “In for a penny, in for a pound,” my father used to say, when he still lived with us. “I’ll see,” I answered, non-committally. “When? After school?” “Fuck school,” Carl said. “Let’s play hooky! We can go down by the river - under the bridge at the edge of town. It’s warm enough to swim there too. We can fuck, and then go for a swim. What do you say? Come on!” Before I had time to think twice, we were running along the edge of the soccer field. Just as the buzzer sounded, we ducked into the bushes and through the trail that lead away from the sports field. We hid behind some bushes at the edge of the street leading to the school, and when we were pretty sure no one was watching, we darted across the road and behind some buildings. My heart was beating fast, and I was breathless, more from the fear of getting caught than from the running. I hadn’t even said yes. I just followed Carl when he took off. Now it was too late to change my mind. We were at the bridge in just a few minutes. Carl swung around the end and down the hill to the water below. I followed. There was a narrow bank under the bridge, and then the water. It was kinda deep there, so if you went swimming, you had to jump in; you couldn’t wade in. Carl had his shirt off before I caught up to him and was tugging at his belt buckle. “Fuck first, or swim first? What do you say?” he asked as he kicked off his sneakers. It was all going to fast. I wanted him to fuck me, but I was so scared at the same time. “Slow down,” I said, gasping for breaths. “I’m not ready to be fucked. Can’t we just jerk off instead? That’s all I want to do. Or maybe suck each other,” I added timidly. “Suck? Sure!” said Carl. He was in his underwear by now, and I hadn’t even started to strip. “Here. Let me help you get your clothes off.” He reached for my waist and unbuttoned the top of my shorts. Pulling the zipper down, they just dropped to the ground. I stepped out of them as he was pulling my T-shirt up and over my head. Next thing, I was there, in sneakers and underwear, and feeling those hormones taking charge again. “Jeesh, you’re hard already!” Carl said when he saw the boner I was springing in my pants. He reached out and caressed my semi hard cock with his hand. It immediately stiffened. He grabbed it right through the material, and began to massage it. He rubbed himself at the same time, and his cock began to push out from him, making a huge tent in his underwear. “That feels nice,” I said, leaning into him. I reached down and put my hand on his cock. “Yours is so big,” I said again, for about the third time. I wrapped my hand around it, but unlike when I did it to mine and covered almost the whole length with my fingers, my hand didn’t even cover half of his. He wrapped his fingers around mine and squeezed. I went weak at the knees. “Fuck the underwear,” Carl said. He stood back and shoved his down to the ground. He kicked them to one side and reached for mine. In a second, I was naked, except for my sneakers. He bend down and untied them and I kicked them off. Just the socks to go, and then I too was naked. He moved closer to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I’ve been hugged by my mother and my father, and various old uncles and aunts, but this time it was different. I melted into his arms. He pulled me to him and looked into my eyes. Then he looked at my mouth. I lifted my head just a little, and he kissed me, full on the lips. He stuck his hot, moist tongue into my mouth and sucked the air out of my lungs. I sucked back. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his hot skin against mine. It was wonderful. Finally, we broke our embrace. I laid my head against his shoulder, and felt like a little kid, wrapped in his protective arms. When I could finally speak, all I could say was, “Wow!” “Yeah,” was all Carl said. I had a feeling that this was his first time kissing someone else too - I mean really kissing. Not uncle and aunt stuff. Real. Carl slid down the length of my body, nibbling at my skin with his lips as he went. I put my hands on his head and rubbed my fingers through his hair. He stuck his tongue into my belly button. At another time, I would have thought that was gross. Now, I thought it was the most wonderful sensation. He slid down further, nibbling and pulling at the peach fuzz that rose up my stomach from my cock. Then he licked my cock. It sent shivers through me and I pressed his head in closer to me. “You have great precum,” he said, as he licked again. This time, he drew back and looked up at me. A long, stringy strand of clear liquid draped from the end of my cock to his lips. He stuck out his tongue, and drew it into his mouth. “Ummm!” Then my cock was in his mouth and he was sucking it! What a feeling that was! I couldn’t help myself as I thrust my hips forward, trying to give him every bit of my meager five inches. He licked the head, and down the sides. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and sucked my balls in, one, and then the other. I felt my knees go weak again, and nearly collapsed from the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. He took my cock back into his mouth and began to move his head in and out, in and out. It was like jerking off, but it was his mouth that was working my cock, not my hand. I held his head close, then picked up his rhythm, and began to work with him. In and out I thrust my throbbing cock. In and out, in and out. As the feeling of passion overwhelmed me, I went faster, and then faster still. I was panting now, and breathing in short little snorts through my nose. I was groaning, and sighing. I wanted the climax to come, but I wanted it to last forever at the same time. Frantic now, I took over completely and fucked his face. He just let me do it, his tongue and mouth sliding this way and that. As my pace quickened, I gave one final gasp, and then I came. One, two, three spurts! Three! Last night, I only spurted once. Each spasm left me shuddering, weak. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, and he lowered me to the ground. He let my cock fall out of his mouth, and moved up beside me. I had my eyes shut as he put his lips to mine. And then I tasted the most glorious, salty taste - my own cum, from his mouth. I stuck my tongue into his mouth to get more, and between us, we swallowed it all. My first suck, my first kiss, my first cum. Life was wonderful! Suddenly, we became aware of another presence. The first sound we heard was a clapping sound. Hands clapping, slowly, deliberately. Carl swung off me as I turned my head and opened my eyes. There was Ernie, watching, smiling, clapping. “What the fuck?” Carl exclaimed. “Don’t you mean, ‘What the suck?’” Ernie said. “I knew you guys were queers. I knew it when I caught you looking at me in the shower yesterday. So, what will you do to keep me quiet?” He grabbed his own genitals, and pressed the fabric tight around his cock and balls. There was no doubt that he was rock hard. His cock stood straight up against his abdomen, covered by his tan-coloured shorts. “Well, who wants to go first?” Carl and I lay there, stunned.