Gay Erotic Stories

I think the first time I saw Ben was when I was about 5 years old. He was the youngest of three brothers and they always came over from New Zealand to stay with their grandparents over the Christmas break. Anyway, I never paid much attention to him or his brothers until I was in Grade 10, when I noticed suddenly, how they hardly ever wore their shirts when they went outside (it gets pretty hot in Brisbane during Christmas). I didn't realise I was gay yet, but I remember I enjoyed looking at them when they were running around with their shirts off, especially Ben, probably because he was the youngest and closest to my age, only about 3 years older than me. It was only at the end of Grade 12 however, that things got interesting. Their grandmother died of cancer and their mother decided they should move permanently to Australia so they could live with their grandfather. His two older brothers were already established in NZ, so only Ben came when his mother moved. I was very excited by this, as Ben, being the most fit male in the house, would have the yard work automatically fall to him. And being Christmas time again, he would take his shirt off to do the hard labour. Over the next couple of weeks I made a special effort to find excuses to talk to him; usually I "just happened" to be in our yard when he was working in his. I really liked it when he mowed the lawn. Not only would he not be wearing a shirt and have rivulets of sweat running over his arms and chest, but he'd specifically stop to come over and talk. Which of course, gave me ample time to drool over my dark-haired neighbour. I was pretty sure from our conversations that he was straight, so I thought I would have to be content with just watching and fantasising. But then one day, after he'd finished mowing the lawn, he invited me in for a beer. I couldn't exactly refuse, so I hopped over the fence and followed him into the kitchen. He opened two beers and sat down on the verandah, pushing out the opposite chair with his feet once he'd sat down himself. We sat there for a couple of minutes, not talking, just enjoying the beer. Then he suddenly said, "Can I ask you a question?" I thought that was unusual for Ben, because he's usually a very forward, direct person who never beat around the bush. If he had a question he'd just ask it outright. "That depends on the question," I replied, not really knowing what to expect. I was hoping he was going to ask me if I'd think of him differently if he told me he was gay. "Well…" he started, "I've noticed over the last couple of weeks that you've been outside nearly every time I've gone out to do some work. And you've been staring at me, too. Have you been checking me out?" "Oh fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" I swore in my head. I thought I'd been really careful about that. My head swam with a thousand things I could say. Ben's a really internal guy, so I couldn't tell if he was angry or nervous or what. I decided that the truth would be best, considering he hates bullshit, and I really didn't want him to discover that I'd lied about this later on. "Ah… yeah I have,” I said meekly, hoping to sound as unthreatening as possible. "Did you mind?" I asked back. "I don't know," was all he said. We sat there for a quite a while, with an awkward silence between us. I didn't want to just leave, but I couldn't think of anything to say either. We finished the beers and neither of us moved. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I got up while saying, "I guess I should go now. It's time I got dinner started." "Did you like what you saw?" he asked suddenly, sounding unusually vulnerable. I sat back down and told him that I did. We talked for a long time about what it was like being gay, and about a lot of other stuff. He told me that no one had ever told him he was attractive and that he'd always wondered how he measured up, and that because no one ever said he was good looking, he'd assumed he was the opposite. As a result, he was incredibly insecure. His insecurity wasn't helped by the fact he'd been confused about his sexuality for the last couple of years, but was too afraid to ever talk about it. He'd only had a couple of girlfriends, but they were mainly for appearing normal, as he really didn't feel any attraction to girls. I told him I wasn't attracted to anyone, regardless of gender, until Grade 11, when I discovered I was only sexually attracted to guys. That seemed to make him feel better. After we talked for about another hour (dinner would have to wait - mum was on holidays anyway, so I had the house to myself), we settled back into a comfortable silence. After a couple of minutes he asked, "Would you mind if I kissed you? Just to see if I feel anything for guys?" Since I really wasn't expecting that, it caught me off guard and I stammered weakly, "Ok. Are you sure about it though?" He didn't answer. He simply stood up and walked to the screen door, opened it and beckoned me inside. I, of course, obediently followed. I found him sitting nervously on the bed. As I sat down beside him, he reached over and pulled my shirt off. Then he lent over and kissed me so gently, I couldn't resist kissing him back. Since he didn't stop, I assumed he liked it, so I lent backward onto the bed, pulling him on top of me. The feeling of his arms around me and of our well-developed chests pressed together was really making me horny. And judging by the bulge I could feel pushing up against my own, he was enjoying it as much as I was. After we'd been rolling around kissing for a while, I felt his hands at the waistband of my shorts. I couldn't believe it! He was trying to get in my shorts! I couldn't help it; I reached down and nearly ripped them off myself, leaving me with only my boxers. I promptly did the same thing to his shorts, leaving him in his briefs. He began working his tongue down my chest and towards my navel. I wanted to make sure he was completely okay with what he was doing, so I was about to stop him. But just as I was opening my mouth to start speaking he began sucking and nibbling at my left nipple, while his hand played with and twisted my right one. That shut me up nice and quick. I was in absolute ecstasy. I began moaning, making him flick his tongue over my nipple even faster, and also making me realise that he was definitely gay and a natural at this to boot. I was running my hands through his short, gelled hair (which is harder than what you'd think) when his tongue and hand switched nipples. I lay there for a good 10 minutes while he happily kept going, switching frequently between sucking and licking and twisting and pulling. Eventually he resumed his initial journey to my crotch. At this time, I realised that somehow both of us had lost the last of our clothing, leaving us completely naked except for the chain around his neck, and the leather around mine. He stopped when he reached my crotch and just closed his eyes and breathed in that musky scent that cocks seems to generate when trapped inside fabric all day. Then he extended that extremely talented tongue of his and started to flick the very tip of my raging hard-on with sharp, rapid flicks. I grabbed my sac and started to stroke, rub and squeeze it with increasing brutality while my other hand stayed behind his head, playing with his hair. Eventually I felt that surging start in my balls and I knew I was going to be cumming very soon, with a very big load. Quickly, I maneuvered around him so I could reach his engorged cock with my mouth and I managed to take the whole thing down my throat (I've had a fair bit of practice and I didn't have much time. I wanted him to cum when I did). After I did that, he tried to reciprocate, but couldn't manage to fit all of me in his mouth, so he just took the first couple of my 7" and sucked like a starving calf on its mother's teat. I think he knew I was close to spraying his mouth with my juice, so he moved one of his hands to my sac and took over from me. I was going to cum before he did, so I thought I should at least try to make his as intense as possible. I stopped sucking and told him to relax and not to panic about what I was going to do. He mumbled something that sounded like "Okay" but I don't think he was really listening. I moved both my hands around to his arse and started squeezing and roughly stroking his cheeks. He began to moan and started sucking harder, so I had to steel myself and try to ignore the wonderful things he was doing to my cockhead to avoid cumming (I'm not too bad at doing that either). I made one hand hold his cheeks apart while the fingers on my other hand attempted to find his virgin hole. I only managed to find it so quickly through all the hair, because the instant I hit it, he let out a moan and actually shook. I took that as I sign that he knew what I was going to do and I had his full go ahead to do it. My fingers pushed gently against his puckered hole as I could feel the surge of cum inside me becoming uncontainable. I whispered, "Push out" in his ear and as he did I forced my finger inside his virgin hole with all my might. I felt the cum surge up from my balls and through my shaft, pumping his mouth full of my 19-year-old man-juice. I didn't stop my assault on his arse though as I could feel his cock quivering and swelling against my thigh. I forced my finger in and out of his hole like a piston, while I filled Ben's mouth and throat with my cum. Then I felt it: He shuddered, moaned loudly and I felt a warm, sticky fluid hit my thigh and dribble down onto the sheets. We both kept cumming, with me pumping into his mouth and him grinding against my leg, for a long time, unloading blast after blast of cum. I had cum too much for him, I saw, as quite a bit was now running down his chin and landing on his chest. Similarly, there seemed to be quite a lot of cum running down my thigh as well as covering his cock. We both stopped shaking after a few minutes and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. Although we aren't a couple, we still fuck each other's brains out every chance we get. If you enjoyed this story, please let me know, as it's the first one I've ever written. My email is cyprian_twink@hotmail.com