Gay Erotic Stories

We started walking, Tommy, Jaime and I, toward the hotel. The other muchachos followed behind, rowdy, pushing each other, laughing, and in general being teenagers. The muchachos were dressed in what they considered to be the ultimate in cool clothes: Beto wore long, baggy jeans with about twenty pockets; Marcelino had on a pair of gigantic tennis shoes, decorated in day-glo stripes of green and orange; Raul had the tips of his hair bleached like Tommy. These were cool dudes.

Jaime, in contrast, was ragged. His thin pants were ripped and patched. His white t-shirt, although clean, was frayed and full of holes. Jaime was barefoot.

I asked Jaime if he had ever gotten a blowjob before. He looked at me, uncomprehending. Marcelino, overhearing, spoke to Jaime in a language that I didn't understand. Jaime grinned and shook his head, no.

Jaime didn't speak Spanish.

We had to go first to get Jaime's things. The muchachos led us to the town market area. We passed a bunch of vendors' stalls and entered a narrow alley into the heart of the market. The stalls were all closed, being late at night. Tarps covered big stacks of produce. Dim light bulbs and candles barely illuminated our path through the maze. People were sleeping on straw mats in the corners.

A piece of cardboard on the concrete floor was Jaime's "bed". He reached behind a crate of papayas and drew out a small knit bag, his belongings. We started walking out of the market, the muchachos in tow. I realized that the muchachos would probably be following us all the way back to the hotel. I had to tell them that it wouldn't be cool to try to get them in this late at night, and that we could get together in the morning.

Raul said, "Why don't you do it here then? We don't need to go to the hotel."

They all agreed. The muchachos led us to a dark area surrounded by high stacks of boxes. They pushed Jaime in front of me.

"Do it here," whispered Beto.

I realized that this was a rite of passage: The first blowjob.

The muchachos started stripping off Jaime's clothes. They left him completely naked in front of me. I got up close to him and could feel the heat of his body. I leaned down and smelled his masculine odor. He smelled of earth and boy.

I felt the hair on his head first: Thick, wiry, and about an inch long. No oils or gels, completely natural. Then I felt his neck and shoulders. He tensed up when I felt his bare skin. Probably nobody had ever touched him in this way. I reached lower, feeling his arms. He was thin but strong. There was no hair in his armpits. His hands were small and rough from work. His chest was perfectly smooth, not a hair. Wiry muscles under the soft, young skin. I got down on my knees in front of the boy. His stomach was flat with an "outie" bellybutton. Still no hair.

I bent down and felt his bare feet. His toes were spread wide. They had never been confined in shoes. His feet were rough from walking on bare ground all his life. His calves and thighs were well-muscled, covered with smooth, hairless skin.

He jumped when I felt his balls: Little nuts churning in a smooth sac.

I was careful not to touch his penis. I wanted to save that for last. I felt above it, to where the shaft of his penis came out of his body. No hair.

"How old is this boy?" I asked Marcelino. Marcelino said something to the boy in his tongue. The boy answered.

"He is eighteen," Marcelino said. "He has already registered for military service."

"Good enough," I thought, as I leaned toward the kid's crotch.

When I suck a virgin kid, I do it with a lot of attention. I will be touching, and sucking, the most private and sensitive part of his body. Maybe nobody has touched him here, except his mother. I will be gentle and loving.

The smell of his crotch excited me. He had not bathed recently, probably because of his living conditions, yet he didn't stink. His penis had a slight urine smell and a stronger, musty aroma of uncut boy.

I couldn't see his dick because of the darkness, so I felt for it with my tongue. He jumped when I touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his virgin dick. Was that the moment he lost his virginity?

His little dick was completely soft. The poor kid was probably scared and nervous. In a way, he was being tested like Tommy was tested with the girl. Peer pressure. Be macho.

His foreskin was completely covering the glans. I could taste the dried lubricant that he had secreted earlier while he was watching the boys fuck the girl. It got slippery again with my saliva and I used it to lubricate my puckered lips.

I sucked his little dick into my mouth. He made an "Unhhh!" sound. I took it in all the way to the base, until my nose pressed into the bone. I kept my lips very tight around the fleshy shaft and sucked with all my might. This method will make any dick get hard. It's like one of those vacuum pumps, drawing blood into the penis. Then I pulled back, keeping my lips tight while sucking, and felt the end of his penis expand as it filled with blood. Then I went down, took another bite, and drew it back, filling his dick more. In four or five pulls I had him hard. Even a pussy can't do that.

His foreskin had now withdrawn somewhat, exposing about half of the glans. I grabbed it with my lips and pushed it back, over the ridge of his glans. He made an "Ahhh" sound, and I knew it felt good.

I now could taste the secretions of his foreskin on his glans, and that excited me more. I started going up and down on his shaft, sucking and gripping tightly with my lips, simulating a pussy. His little dick got stiffer and stiffer in my mouth, and I knew he loved it.

As I sucked the kid's dick, I was feeling his body all over. It's funny how a hairy body turns me on sometimes; but now, with a smooth kid's dick in my mouth, I was turned on by his total lack of body hair. I felt up between his legs, his smooth balls, totally smooth ass hole, and smooth buttocks muscles. So much saliva and lubricant was leaking out of my mouth, that I had his whole crotch wet and slippery.

I couldn't help it. The muchachos couldn't see anyway because of the darkness. I slipped a finger into the boy!

He started gasping and groaning, totally out of control! His legs started trembling so much that the muchachos had to hold him up. I found his prostate, pressed it, and felt the twitching of his orgasm. Squirts of virgin cum shot into the back of my mouth.

I gently withdrew my finger from him, pulling it out little by little, between the spasms of his rectum. The boy was hyperventilating. His friends laid him down on some sacks of corn to recover.

A voice whispered, "Come with me." He led me back into the shadows, into the total darkness. I didn't know who it was. He turned, facing me, and put my hand on his crotch. I felt a hard penis inside his pants.

"Quieres?" he asked me.

"Si. Quiero," I told him.

He had me sit on a box. I heard him pull down the zipper. I knew who it was even before he stuck it in my mouth. I recognized the smell of his girlfriend's pussy. It was Beto. I gave him the "spiral" blowjob like I had done the first time, and soon had his tasty, if not slightly bitter cum in my mouth in a couple of minutes.

The next boy was easy. Circumcised dick -- had to be Tommy. It took about five minutes with him -- not bad, considering that he had just been around the world.

It was quiet in the market, except for the snoring of the sleeping vendors and the whispering of the muchachos. Another boy came and stood in front of me. I felt his stiff prick and knew it was Marcelino. His is pretty big, for a small guy, and bulged in the center. As he approached climax, he started making so much noise that the other muchachos kept trying to get him to shut up.

I was starting to run out of spit. Luckily, I had a mouthful of cum to use as lubricant.

When Raul stuck his dick in my mouth, I knew it was he right away. Fairly long, curved to the right. The taste of his cum confirmed it.

Then another boy stood in front of me, opened up his pants and brought out a nice piece of meat. I leaned forward, sniffing it to try to figure out who he was. It was pretty raw, but I was so horny, it didn't matter. I wanted it. He slipped it into my mouth and I tasted its secretions. Who is this kid? I felt his body. Solidly built, muscular, hairy. I realized that this was a dick that I had never sucked before! This was getting out of hand! He held my head and thrust his dick in and out of my mouth until he came.

Another boy stood in front of me. I could smell his dick in my face.

"Tommy!" I whispered.

"Yeah, I'm here," he answered from behind me.

"What's going on?"

"They are telling all the guys in the market that you are sucking dicks! Guys are getting in line out there."

"Shit! We have to get out of here! You stand in the way while I sneak out the other way."

"Okay. But first take care of that dude in front of you. He is really cute!"

I gave him a good blowjob. I probably enjoyed it as much as he did. His body felt fine. I hoped to find out who it was someday.

Tommy and I met back in the hotel. He slept with me in the same bed. I had a naked boy in my arms, the juices of seven boys in my mouth, and the pleasant throbbing in my ass from the big Mexican dick that had fucked me.

I was happy.

To be continued...

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