Gay Erotic Stories

In Mitch parts 1 and 2 we met my young friend Mitch who had his first sexual experiences (gay or otherwise) with yours truly in the past few months. One very hot and sunny Saturday afternoon in July, I was visiting his parent's place. We were basically talking all about our mutual interests in our club and touching on relationships, etc. The main difference today was that we were outside under an umbrella at a picnic table beside the large in-ground pool. This was in a large very privately enclosed yard about 200 feet long and about 100 feet wide behind the house. We wanted to make as much of the great weather as was possible by being outside in the sun. I was wearing fairly short blue Adidas shorts with nylon lining with a tee shirt and Mitch was showing his lean frame with long blue denim shorts and no shirt. This showed off his young lean hairless chest and torso. He had developed a fine tan with a good mellow darkness of a person who spends a lot of time working outdoors. His blond hair had gone to a shiny golden color and the area around his pea shaped nipples had darkened to the tint of mahogany. They looked a bit larger than the last time I had seen them --- or was it the effect of the breeze stirring them into tiny dual erections? The minimal hair on his nicely tanned lower legs was also now golden with a few very tiny curls. As well, the small tuft of blond fleece running north above the waistband of his shorts had taken on the same characteristics. When I moved around him, I could see a band of white below the waistband--I got to wondering if it was just plain white y-fronts or was there something special there to get my attention. After being out for about half an hour, Mitch disappeared into the house to get us some lemonade. While he was gone, the effect of the heat and the light shimmering over the surface of the pool made me nearly fall asleep. It seemed that Mitchell was gone forever, when I heard the door to the service area open and he appeared with a tray and drinks. But now I know why he had taken a bit longer. He had changed into a very compact, revealing, stunning white Speedo. The sight of his symmetrical young body moving towards me almost put me in a trance. My eyes were glued to the spot where I could see his half-erect cock resting under the fabric. He came very close to the edge of the lounger and offered me my drink. I took it and as I did so, he reached across to put the tray on the table on my opposite side. This brought his upper thigh and side of his swimsuit in contact with my upper arm. He overreached and almost lost his balance--instinctively I reached up with one hand and supported him by placing it on his hard rippled stomach area above the front of his bikini suit. He righted himself and as my hand fell away it brushed down over a tight knot of semi-hard cock caught in the confines of his suit. I knew then that Mitch was ready for something other than lemonade. He moved to the front of my lounger, straddled it with his legs and sat down facing me with an impish grin on his mug. This situated my bare toes inches from his crotch and smooth thighs. I spread my knees to allow the outer part of my feet and toes to lightly graze the innards of both his boyish cute thighs. He squeezed his legs together somewhat to heighten the effect of my toe rubbing. After a few minutes he gradually moved his bottom and all its attached equipment towards me. The nail of my large right toe caught him on his cock through the shiny white material of his bikini --- little tweaks of movement were making it swell inside the tight brilliantly white fabric. I could see his legs tensing and relaxing, as his cock got larger and stiffer in it's little prison. After a few minutes of this I felt extremely horned. Mitch sensed this, took me by the hand off the lounge and suggested that maybe could I please apply some lotion to his body. I suggested that maybe I could do a bit of massage at the same time. He agreed and felt that he should be reclining on a firm surface. We figured that the concrete pad beside the pool, which was in semi-shade, would be ideal. Mitch lowered himself on his stomach to the pad while I took a bottle of oil and prepared it. The oil was very warm to the touch after being in the sun and had that unmistakable "beach" smell. The kind of odor that conjures up sights, smells, and sounds of special times in the past by the side of a lake or ocean. I started at his shoulders with a generous application and slowly kneaded the warm oily potion over his upper and then lower back. I paid particular attention to the base of his spine just above the top of the bikini----his deeper breathing showed that he was grateful. Of course I couldn't take my eyes of the wonderful twin mounds encased in the shiny fabric and his contoured swimmers, dancers, biker legs below. I changed course, positioned myself behind Mitch by kneeling between his slightly spread legs and started applying lotion to the calf muscles and then behind his knees. Onwards to the back of his thighs I went. Leaning forward I was able to exert much more pressure to my massage, so much so that his body was rebounding from the pad with each push and squeeze. I reached his top inside thigh and allowed my fingers to do all the walking and talking at this point. Gentle strokes on his inner thigh were making his whole pelvic region twist and buck. Fingers softly grazed the fabric at the leg openings, teasing his senses (and mine) by allowing the tips to intrude an inch or so and then retreat playfully. Then I heard the magic words "--- will you do my front please?" With that he flipped onto his back. It sure was a massive bulge in the front of the white tiny bikini that greeted me. There was also a sweet wet spot where his famous lubrication was starting to do its thing! This was getting my penis throbbing to the point of almost hurting. I told him of this problem. He replied " Why not take of your clothes and get more comfortable?" I stood up and lowered the shorts; Mitch grabbed them from my body, smelled the front of them and then bundled them in a ball and put them as a mini-pillow behind his head. So I kneeled beside him, took another large dollop of lotion and proceeded my massage on the upper part of his chest. A lot of time was spent on the two sparkling, little bullets of his nipples. It gave him great joy to have this rubbed. Slowly I worked my oily hands down to his stomach region and seemed to get an equal response as a finger gently probed the cute, deep coil of his naval. Lower and lower until my plying fingers are a fraction of an inch away from the top of the bikini and his breathing is really getting a bit ragged. Mitch knows that I find his type of swimwear very sexy and appealing so he doesn't want to remove it yet! Suddenly I feel his strong hand on my now very erect and red cock. He is doing a backhand stroking maneuver on my dick as he looks lovingly up at me. I throw my head back, relax and let my hands go to my own nipples for a while. Not wanting to rush things I said, " There's one or two places I haven't got to yet Mitch"! I positioned myself in front of him and started the massage again but skipped below the knee this time. I went directly with fresh oil to the well-tanned and smooth front thighs of this delightful boy. As I moved up and down and into the inner thigh area I could see that his cock was now of a monstrous size and hardness and had caused the waistband to be no longer touching his lower torso. My thumbs worked up his quivering thighs and alongside of the "V" of his suit. His pelvic muscles were agitated as he lifted his bum clear of the pad like a limbo dancer under the bar. Suddenly both thumbs were under the edge of his suit. He sounded like he was gasping for air as he cried "Please ___ I can't take anymore.....help me!!! I put my hands in the top of the bikini and lowered as Mitch very obligingly lifted his hips to assist me in removing the sparse material. My turn to run the empty suit past my nose and get a good whiff of his pre-cum. His pole was enormous, well over 7" and the mushroom shaped cut head was a deep purple with engorgement. There was a generous amount or pre-cum ---no lotion needed for this tool! I took another palm full of oil and quickly and lovingly applied it to his throbbing member, his nuts and his whole pubic area. He was so affected that his hair almost stood on end with the intense feelings coursing through his body. I used both hands, first to jack his big bone, then to rub both palms along side to side of his pole , as a Boy Scout would light a fire using his hands to twirl sticks. Mitch reached up with both his arms, and clawing at my shoulders pulled me on top of him. With the hot oil coursing between our skin we were as one. Intense ripples of pleasure ripped us from our heads through our nipples, cocks and intertwined legs. His throbbing prick was rubbing mine, my bush and my navel. So erotic was the pleasure we were dishing out to each other that we didn't even have time to think of having a conventional coupling or penetration of any kind. Both our pelvises were bucking and sliding frantically together with our legs entwining as though were trying to enter each other's skin. I tensed for a second---Mitch must have felt this as he also paused for an instant. I shoot about 8 or 9 times all over his stomach and chest. At the same time Mitch was pumping larger whitish streams up as far as my forehead, nipples and midsection. We moved slower and slower, each feeling, smelling and sensing the incredible amount of sperm, oil and sweat mixed between our naked spent bodies. We never did go in the pool ---just the shower but that's Mitch part 4..... Anon --Saturday, July 25, 1998