Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter 2 At lunch time we met up with Bill in the cafeteria and made plans to go to my place after school. My parents both worked, least wise, since I moved into high school. Before that, my mom worked from home as an editor of a women’s magazine. She accepted a promotion and an office, and I had the run of the house till after 6 pm every weekday and most weekends. Once, when I was maybe eight or nine, she submitted some photos of me to her magazine and I was picked to be a model of children’s clothes for their back-to-school issue. See, I said I was good to look at, even back then! My mom still dresses me well, all the latest designer stuff, you know, sexy stuff. She loves buying stuff for me, and I look good in clothes so she is always trying to show me off to her clients. I had a couple of interesting episodes with some of them, but those stories are for another time. Right now, I gotta get back to telling you about Dennis. I have my own room over the garage now, with a TV, stereo, computer, the works. I also have a large, king size bed, and Bill’s come for sleepovers as long as I can remember. He taught me to jerk off soon as he learned how at a bible camp he went to, and he brought the first porno video I ever saw. We watched it for hours on end and we tried to copy what we saw on the film so we got to be pretty good at a very young age. We shared our new knowledge with the other guys as much as we could, and one of them brought our first bi video, which opened up a whole new world of sex for us. From then on, we had girls over too sometimes, on the weekends, when Mom and Dad were away on golfing trips with their friends or clients from work. Cissy was our first girl, but there were lots of others. I think my father knew, but he never said anything. He’s cool that way. Most he ever does is tell me I’m a chip off the old block with an ‘I know what you’re doing’ look in his eye. I think he’s proud of my sexual prowess. My mother thought, and still thinks, that I was her darling little boy. When I started doing my own laundry, she thought I was becoming quite grown up, even bragged about it to her friends. Of course the real reason was I had to cover my tracks - ‘pecker tracks’, as Bill called the drops of cum that marked the sheets and towels after our various couplings, not to mention the dried precum that seemed to collect daily on my underwear. Anyway, the afternoon passed quickly and when I met up with Dennis again on the front steps after last class, we didn’t have to wait long for Bill and Cissy to come along. “Brought company,” Bill said, and Cissy giggled. “Fine by me,” I said. This way, whoever did get it off with Dennis, the other would have a playmate too. Bill had his father’s car and he told Dennis to get in the front with him. That put Cissy in the back with me and when she leaned her tits into me and I didn’t respond, she got the idea I wasn’t interested and sat back, pouting a bit. I noticed that Bill leaned his knee over to touch against Dennis’s, and that Dennis didn’t pull away, even when he began to slide his hairy leg back and forth against Dennis’. Point for Bill, I thought. We were at my house in less than ten minutes and Cissy tried to snatch Dennis, but he managed to avoid her. Instead, she got her arm hooked into Bill’s. You could tell that he now didn’t think it was such a hot idea to take her along. We stopped at the fridge and grabbed some cokes, then headed up the back stairs to my room above the garage. “Good memories in here, eh Cissy?” Bill teased. Cissy, true to form, giggled. “You boys were so naughty,” she said. “You won’t believe what they wanted me to do,” she said, turning to Dennis and resting her hand on his arm. “No more’n what we want you to do now,” said Bill, pulling a condom package out of his jeans pocket, and Cissy giggled again. That giggling nearly drove me insane. The things you have to put up with for a free fuck, eh? Bill sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Cissy down beside him. I sat by the stereo and started looking for a suitable CD and Dennis sat by the computer. He jiggled the mouse and the screen lit up. I had it on my cable Internet server and Dennis clicked on the location button and the menu of all the sites I had recently visited dropped down. Most of them were obviously porno sites. Dennis saw a bi one and clicked on it and within a few seconds the site was loaded showing a spread of some pretty graphic pictures guys and girls getting it on, guys and guys too. Cissy could see the screen from the edge of the bed and giggled. “You boys are so bad,” she said. “All you ever think about is sex!” “Yes, you are constantly in our thoughts,” Bill said, which caused Cissy to giggle some more. He reached around and cupped her right breast with his hand and she giggled again. “You’re so bad,” she said, slapping his hand lightly, but making no attempt to remove it from her breast. Bill gave it a little squeeze and she sort of melted right into him. It looked like there was no stopping them now. I wondered if this was part of Bill’s plan, or had his storm of hormones taken over and was he giving up on Dennis for the moment? I moved over to stand near Dennis as he scanned down the page. Being a bi site, there were lots of tits and cunts and lots of cocks too. He clicked on a thumbnail and a larger picture appeared of a threesome, one guy plowing a girl’s cunt from behind while she was sucking off the second guy. “Looks like fun,” he said, turning his head and finding my crotch at eye level. He could hardly have missed the bulge in my jeans. Then he looked up at me. For the third time today, our eyes locked. It was like he made a decision. He smiled again and then reached over and put his hand on the front of my jeans. My cock was already semi-hard, and his touch was enough to stiffen me right up. I reached down and put my hand inside his shirt, feeling for his nipples, which hardened under my touch. Dennis reached under and found my balls, giving them a squeeze. “Feels like a ten in my book,” he said, and then he stood up, forcing me to extract my hand from his shirt. “Let’s get more comfortable,” I said and I began to pull the tail of his shirt out from his jeans. He didn’t stop me, so I reached for his belt and undid it. Then I opened the snap at the top of the zipper and began to draw the zipper down. I could feel his heat coming right through the fabric. Still he didn’t stop me, so I pulled the front flaps to each side and his white cotton briefs bulged out into the opening I made. His cock was standing straight up inside his briefs, and I felt along its outline from the large head down to the ball sack that hung below. Dennis groaned, and then moved his head in front of mine and kissed me on the lips. When we broke our kiss, we were both anxious to feel skin on skin and after I pulled Dennis’s tee shirt over his head, he unbuttoned mine and drew it back over my shoulders. We were both fairly hairless, with smooth chests, our hard nipples standing right out. Dennis moved in to kiss me again and the feel of his skin pressing against mine sent a thrill up the back of my neck. Then our hands began searching each other’s body, exploring, squeezing, massaging, and avoiding the one place we each desperately wanted to touch, but held off as the tension between us heightened. I had my hands around him, cupping his ass cheeks, and pushing his pelvis tight against mine, our hard cocks rising up between us, side by side and throbbing, his in his white briefs, mine still confined behind the fabric of my jeans. When I released him to pull my own zipper down and release my rock hard cock, another pair of hands took over the job. Looking down in surprise, I realized that it was Cissy, and Dennis was being drawn away from me by Bill, who turned him and shoved his hand down his white briefs to feel the object of all our desires. Before I could protest, though, Cissy had my jeans down to my knees. Hobbled, I could do nothing as Bill led Dennis back to the bed and pushed him down, laying on top of him and sucking his tongue into his own mouth. Cissy, meanwhile, had freed my rock hard eight inch cock and was now sucking on it, working it with her tongue, licking the precum from inside the skin hood which covered the head, and was making hungry little slurping noises. Any other time, and I would have gladly let her suck my cock, but not today. I was about to lose Dennis and fifty bucks. I pulled my cock out of Cissy’s mouth and pushed her to one side, shed the rest of my clothes, and dove towards the bed and the two boys, who were now thrashing about on it.