Gay Erotic Stories

I stared over the shower door at him. He was gorgeous. I find backs sexy, and his was amazing. The way its center line curved and led down below those soft tight Hanes was making my member grow with haste. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, and found that beautiful face again. But this time, I could see what was below the face. His chest was defined and his nipples were dark and beautiful. I imagined running my fingers over them and feeling them harden. His abdomen was perfect as well, with six firm but gentle tanned muscles perturbing the stomach that seemed to belong to some God of sexuality. How I wished I could slide my hands below that waistband and simply feel the curls surrounding his manhood. My hand was now working my swollen penis quickly as I studied him. I knew I would soon climax. I wanted to see him while I did. I continued to stare at him as the water from my showerhead flowed on behind me with no purpose but to hide the sound of my ballooned testicles slapping back and forth against my legs. Precum came flooding out; more than had ever emerged before, and as I felt the orgasm ride through my sweat covered body, I saw him move. First, his hand reached around to scratch the right side of his hot buns, and also the crack between the two. Then, he turned his head to look back at them. But as his neck twisted around, it caught glimpse of my overcome face, and his eyes shot to, and as it seemed, through my own. This was the last straw, and when his eyes met mine, hot white sperm surged out of my penis and drizzled onto the floor between my legs.

I could not have stopped it if I’d wanted to. I half moaned as I gasped to the beat of the rockets of cum flying out of me. His whole body was turned toward me now, and his eyes swept from my face, neck and moving shoulder to my two feet peeking out from the bottom of the door, and the small puddle of white between my big toes. His face was one of awe. He looked back at me with his mouth half open as my gasping subsided. My eyes were scared out of their sockets as we stood there staring at one another. His face, still in awe, looked down to his own stomach in disbelief, and then came back up to meet my eyes again. I breathed deeply, ready for him to kick my ass, my shameful face staring into his eyes, almost pleading with him to be gentle.

Then, a miracle occurred right there in the showers on row O at Campland on the Bay in San Diego, California. His lips pulled slightly to the right, and started to morph into a small, cute, befuddled grin. He looked back at me and let out two quiet laughs. He drummed his finders against his Hanes. “Hi,” he said, in the most delectable delicious voice that made my heart heavy, “I’m Bryce.” Bryce. Oh, god, I could have shot out thirty more orgasms at the sound of that name. He licked and pursed his lips in waiting, and then said, “And you’re…?” I was silent for a few moments. I was still in disbelief that I wasn’t already on the ground, having the shit beaten out of me. “I’m Jared,” I finally pushed out of my heaving chest. He quietly laughed again and, in a way that I found completely beautiful and sexy, tossed his head to the side and said, “Hi.” It seemed like he was still figuring out what had just happened whereas I had just reached that point. “Look, I’m so sorry. I just…” I couldn’t think of any way to explain my actions without blurting out the fact that he was the most beautiful and delicate creature under the stars. There was silence, and then he said, “It’s okay… I think… I mean… well…” He was looking at the floor again. “It’s okay.” He looked again at the pile of sperm between my feet and let out one more laugh. There was another long pause. I turned around to go back to my shower, but then turned back and said, “I guess I’ll just go back to my… yeah.” I was still so embarrassed. I felt my face heat up as a walked back under the showerhead. I was about to pound my head against the wall when he I heard him utter, “Hey… uh…” I turned back to look at him. “You hungry?” he asked with a smile.

Before I knew it, we were walking –once again fully dressed- down row O toward the 24 hour market at the gate. I was staring away from him. It was dark around us. No one had Christmas lights plugged in and there were no streetlamps near. It was silent until he asked, “So… Jared… are you…?” he didn’t finish the question. “Yeah,” I answered, giving him room to breathe. “Are you?” I realized what I’d said and immediately apologized: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”. “No,” he said, “It’s okay… I think I am… I mean, well, I’ve never done anything.” “Me either,” I replied, happy that we were talking. “I mean… if you wanted, maybe I could, I don’t know…” I sighed and apologized again. “I’m really sorry I keep doing this, it’s just that- great, and I almost did it again… Sorry.” “No, it’s okay,” he said. “Well, I mean, I think I’d like that. Maybe. I would.” We kept walking in silence. “I know I would,” he finally said. We stopped walking and turned to each other. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. I could feel the sharp pangs of lust poking at me from the inside. I started walking again. “So,” I started, “Do you live here? In San Diego, I mean.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Just a few blocks away. I live alone with my Grandma. She’s sixty-two.” I looked at him in disbelief. “I know, it’s crazy, but she had my mom young, and I was a mistake, so… yeah. I’m Nineteen, by the way.”

“Eighteen. Well, in two days.”

“Oh, cool. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile. I really liked him. A lot.

“Anyway, I’ve lived here with her since my mom died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It was actually pretty rough. I was fifteen.”

“Oh my god, wow.”

“Yeah, I was pretty depressed for a while. But now I live with my grandma. And she’s a little odd.”

“Like, how?” I asked, falling more in love with him every time he spoke.

“Well, let’s just say she’s got strong arms.” He emphasized this by lightly rubbing his cute backside. I made a surprised face. “Yeah, weird I know. And I’m nineteen, but she insists that it’s the only way discipline.”

“Do you need discipline?” I asked, completely turned on at the thought of anyone making this beautiful boy bend over their knee.

“Ha-ha,” he laughed, “Well, she thinks I do. I’m a night owl. I usually take late walks, so I get home late. She hates that.”

“I guess you’re in for it tonight then,” I said, thinking of him getting swatted. I was glad it was dark- he couldn’t see my erection.

“Hahaha, well, she likes to drink on the weekends, so she’ll be asleep. Besides… even if she catches me… I think tonight is worth it.” We stopped walking again. He looked into my eyes, and my soul. I wanted to touch him so badly. I longed for his sweet lips. I suddenly chickened out.

“You mean, worth getting your ass paddled?” I said, walking a little faster. What can I say? I was so nervous.

“Ha-ha. Yeah.” He was staring at the ground now. “Look, Jared… This is weird, but… I’m- okay, this is really weird, but- I’m glad you… crap. I’m sorry… That sounded so-”

“I’m glad too,” I said, stopping and looking him straight in the eye. I was still so nervous, but I took a step toward him… and then another. I was up against him. Our eyes were locked, and I kissed him. My heart and thighs were surging. I could feel him kissing me back and I couldn’t pull away. He put his hand on my chest and submerged into the kiss. I tasted his mouth and tongue and had to stop and take a quick breath before continuing. My hands were at the small of his back and slowly slid down to feel his bottom and then one went up to support him as he arched back. I finally pulled myself away and left him one last little peck.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed quietly. He looked like he didn’t know if his eyes were open or closed. I loosened my grip on him and felt awful. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. My lower lip quivered in ecstasy and fright. I heard him recite, “Bryce Wetjen, 883 Barbara Street, 555-1861.”

“Jacob Wale…Q Twe…Q twent… Oh my god… I’m so sorry.” With that I turned around and walked slowly away from him. I started walking faster and faster and eventually was running from him. I could feel his eyes still burning through me. I knew I loved him. I knew he was the only one for me. But I didn’t think I could ever see him again.

He must have hated me for doing that. I completely took advantage of him. When I reached my trailer, I went inside, got under my covers, and thought about him until I fell asleep. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get off as well. Bryce Wetjen. Bryce Wetjen was my reason for existence.

I had pretty much given up hope that I would ever do anything with Bryce. I mean, this guy was hardly sure he was gay. I didn’t want to mess with that and make him go one way or the other. I don’t know, maybe I’m old fashioned, but that’s just kind of rude in my eyes. I didn’t think anything would happen again. I doubted I’d see him. But there WAS the part where he told me his address… What the fuck was it, again? Well, who cares? I wasn’t about to take this hottie from his dominatrix nana. But, that didn’t mean I couldn’t fantasize about him.

The next day, my mom took all my siblings to the zoo, and I was alone at the trailer with sixteen cans of Dr. Pepper, cable, and the still-fresh vision of the sex god in my head and his taste in my mouth. Granted, that was a pretty intense kiss, but to me, I felt like I forced it too much. Then again, he DID kiss back. Whatever. Anyway, the point is that I had my hand in my pants the moment I was alone, and I had no intention of taking it out until they got back. So, It was a quarter to eleven and I was laying on the couch drinking a soda with a washcloth on the floor next to me, already used once, so it was in a crumpled heap. I was flipping through the channels, just chillin’ with my undies around my ankles when I heard a knock at the door. TV went off, underwear up, and shorts on. I unlatched the door and let it swing open. To my surprise, standing there was Bryce. I couldn’t believe it! I stared at him with wide eyes and the opened the screen, muttering for him to come in. I think he said “Hi,” but who knows? I don’t.

“Uh, go ahead and sit down,” I said to him. He sat on the couch, and I next to him. “So, what’s up?” I asked. “Oh, uh, you wanna drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. Well, I actually came because… well, I don’t know why I came, really. I just wanted to.”

“Oh,” I said, so in love. “Cool, I guess.”

“Yeah.” There was an awkward pause.

“So,” I said, “Did your grandma catch you?” I asked casually.

“Oh, ha-ha. Well, I thought I had it made. She was asleep, and she didn’t wake up. But this morning, she woke me up around seven by pulling the waistband of my underwear down in the back and swatting me.”

“Yikes,” I said.

“Yeah, well, I’m used to her discipline. I gotta firm butt too,” he said. He was totally smiling at me. He was so into me.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied under my breath. He heard me completely and nudged me. I smiled at him. Then there was another pause, but shorter. He bit his lower lip and stood up.

“You wanna feel it?” he said. WHAT THE HELL? Was this my fantasy playing out before me? I responded with an “ugh…” “Seriously…” he said. I reached out with my right hand. It was right in front of my face. He was wearing carpenter kakis with some kind of tight underwear. It felt so firm. And it sort of, well, curved out. I had a big hard on by now. Thank you jeans. My hand was gliding from the right cheek to the left and I left him with a little tickle down the middle. All I could say was, “Damn.” He was silent. He turned to me with a serious expression on his face. “Can I feel yours?” he asked. I stood in a trance and unbuttoned my jeans, turning away from him and letting them fall to the ground. I felt his big hand gently land on my right side and then run to my left, then back to the right. He then put his other hand on my left as well and ran them from the top of my mounds to the start of my legs, where he gave the cheeks a soft squeeze. I felt the hands go back up to the top and under my shirt. He grasped my elastic waistband and pulled it down ever so slowly to rest under my butt. His hands continued to explore my soft flesh. I looked down and saw my erection pushing hard against my boxer-briefs.

“Do you know what a blowjob is, Bryce?” I asked. His hands stopped patrolling and he circled around to look me in the eye. I could see a massive strain on his kakis. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly, and then harshly. I pulled his shirt up and off and while my mouth and tongue enjoyed a smorgasbord, I was pulling off my own shirt. I touched his bare skin and then moved my mouth down to his attentive nipples. I was sucking and licking them like no tomorrow and my hands unbuckled his belt and pants and pulled them down. My hands ran over his firm stomach and bellybutton back up to his neck and I continued kissing him. I finally got his briefs down and I was massaging his firm butt. We were kissing so fast now. It was amazing. There was no way to describe how it felt to have my pulsating nipple suckled by that boy.

I had to get myself away, finally, and I pushed him onto the couch. From there, I knelt down and took his long hard penis into my mouth. This was my first, and I remembered everything about it. I remember the taste of it. As I write this, I can feel my nose brush against his glossy pubes and I can smell that smell that only men have in only one area. My eyes darted up to watch his face. It was not woozy at all. If fact, his eyes were wide open and he was gasping for breath. His hands were tightly gripping the cushions on the couch, and his mouth was open wide. He started to let out short moans and I felt him shudder. I was scared at this point. I didn’t know whether to pull off or to consume the oncoming semen. Thinking about had wasted time, and he bucked his hips forward , shooting a large load down my throat. I wanted him to taste his cum. I got on top of him and put my legs around him and kissed him, white hot liquid was being swished around our mouths by our tongues. I loved this boy.

After a few seconds, our kissing slowed and stopped. We stared at each other, beaming with discovery and heated amorous teen love. He put his hands on the back of my head, and slowly pulled me to his lips, kissing me passionately. I had the biggest stiffy of my life! I was about to have sex with a hottie.

Or not. Just then, I heard a diesel engine in the distance. How I hoped it wasn’t my mom. Please, please, please! I heard the engine grow louder and I looked out the window and saw the car park. Shit! “My mom’s here, Bryce! Get dressed!” I yelled. His eyes grew wide and we both scrambled to get our clothes on. I pushed him into the back bunk room and unlocked the exit door. “Bay in ten!” I said. He got out and I latched it. My family walked in without so much as a clue that I had been fondling another guy.

I walked to the bay ten minutes later and found him sitting with his sandals beside him and his toes in the water. “Hey,” I said, as I sat beside him. “Hi.” “So, whaddaya wanna do now?” I asked. “Well, I was enjoying what we were doing fine.” He said. “Oh, sorry.” “It’s okay. My grandma left town today for the week. I get the beach house all to myself.” “That’s so tight!” “Yeah. How’d you like to go there now? We could hang at the beach or in the pool.” “Sure,” I said. “I told my family I was gonna walk down to a cottage my friend from school is staying at.” I had already called and told him to cover for me. I couldn’t to wait to resume where we left off.

We took the Campland shuttle to a small shopping center near the beach and got off. Bryce led me toward the boardwalk and we walked about three blocks to a beach house right off the walk. He unlocked the door and let me in. It was nice inside, nicer than most beach houses. He shut the door and came in with me. He must have seen what I saw, because when I looked at him, he was scared. There was a suitcase filled with clothes on the floor, and a light in the hallway was on. He quickly pointed to a pantry in the kitchen, to our right. I quietly tweaked into it and held the door open an inch so I could see.

“Gramah? Are you still here?” called Bryce. “I’m running out the door now,” answered the voice of his grandmother. I saw her zip up the suitcase. “I thought you’d already left.” “Well, I haven’t.” She stood up and put the suitcase in a chair. “C’mere,” she said to him. “Give me a hug.” Bryce obliged. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, or you won’t sit for a week,” she said, smacking his buns to the beat of the words won’t, sit, and week. She left the house saying nothing else. I heard her drive away. I came out of the pantry and we looked at each other.

“I hate her sometimes. I’m so embarrassed.” He looked like he was about to cry. I walked to him and hugged him. He held me for a few seconds and then said, “Wanna go to the beach?” “Sure. I don’t have a suit.” “I’ll give you one.” I followed him to his room and he pulled out a pair of trunks for me. He pulled out an Aussiebum blue Funk swim suit that made him look so hot. We grabbed two boogie boards and headed to the waves. We probably spent a good two hours there. I made sure to scoop a lot of sand in my trunks so that I could possibly shower with him when we went back to the house. When he turned away, I’d shovel sand into my crotch. Once, I even went out pretty far and pulled my shorts down and tried to put some sand in the crack of my ass. A large wave came up over me and my finger accidentally went up my hole a bit, as well. I tried to hide my erection, but the wave carried me to shore, and Bryce looked longingly at my naked body.

We decided enough was enough, and we started back toward the house. We threw our boards down and then I followed him around back. The backyard had a small, bean shaped pool. Before I knew it, Bryce was untying his Aussie’s and pulling the sticky wet suit down his legs. “C’mon,” he said, before dropping the suit and leaping into the pool cannonball style. I smiled and swiftly pulled down my trunks. “Wow, you’re sandy,” he said. “Hold on a sec.” He got out of the pool and left me standing naked by the pool while he went to the other side of the yard. He brought back a garden hose. “Let me spray you down,” he said. He put his index finger over the opening and squirted me with water. We were both cracking up and I started running around the yard from him. He tackled me, our naked wet bodies sliding against one another, and began cleaning my crotch. He rolled me over and said, “Spread your legs.” He squirted cool water between my cheeks. It felt so good. My dick was hardening again. I heard him put the hose down, and I didn’t know what was happening. I was just lying on my stomach, spread eagle, staring at the fence. Then, I felt his tongue start to pleasure my hole. Oh my god! This boy was amazing! I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. Soon enough, he pulled me up and dragged me over to the pool. We jumped in and immediately, we were kissing again. I wrestled with his sugarcoated tongue and massaged his back as he pinned me against the side of the pool. He picked me up and sat me on the deck with my legs hanging in the water. He started devouring my rock hard cock, and I had to lay my back down on the pool deck before I lost control of myself. I had had about three blowjobs total before this one, but none of them got me like this one did. Perhaps it was because I loved the way his big hands pressed down on my hips while he sucked, pinning me to the pool deck. I loved the fact that I was pinned down… it made me feel like I was being taken advantage of. His thumbs pressed down with the tips of their fingernails touching my pubes. I looked down at him and saw his beautiful lips moving up and down, and I swear I wasn’t bucking my hips… I was having fucking convulsions!

He sensed this, and so, he pulled me back into the water and turned me around. Once again, I was pinned, but this time, my chest was against the wall. I stared into the cracks in the pool deck as I felt his huge penis tear through my hole. I let him fuck me as hard as he wanted to. Something told me that this was not his first time. I wondered if he was lying to me back at Campland. It was so good, I wondered if I needed to pay him!

His rhythm was so perfect. He started out slow, and deliciously went in and out of me ever so gently. I felt that I most certainly had to savor this feeling of delicious love. Being in the pool only helped it to hurt a little less than usual, but soon the remaining pain went away. His rhythm started speeding up after my groans became moans. I could see our reflections in the sliding glass door of the house. I could see his head and chest rising up above mine and then going back down. Seeing myself get fucked like this made me so much harder than usual; so hard that it hurt. He kept speeding up until he was at a pace where waves stemmed from our side of the pool. I could feel his penis getting firmer by the second and I could feel his warm breath hitting my back faster and faster, and his reflection was rising and falling at hurricane speed! Then he burst with hot sperm that I could feel filling my ass. He heaved and slowed down, resting his chin on my shoulder. He pulled out of me slowly, and I turned around to see him heaving with exhaustion.

“Oh no you don’t!” he said to me between gasps. “You’re not done yet.” With that, he helped me onto the deck again. He started stroking my cock fast and furious, as if his intent was to make flames erupt out of me. My eruption did occur, in flowing white liquid flying up to meet his cheeks. He relaxed and then crawled over to my face and kissed me. Some of my sperm that had landed on his lips brushed onto mine, and I found this to be intensely erotic. There we were making out slowly but furiously with our pecs touching and our dicks kissing each other on their own. His damp hair held little droplets of water, and at their cold touch, I shivered. He noticed and pulled his tongue from my mouth and rested on his knees. Seeing him there naked, he looked so simple yet so amazing and sexually arousing and beautiful. He stood and helped me up. I found it hard to walk with the forceful way my ass had been pounded. He supported me into the house and turned on a hot shower for us to take together. We kissed and caressed each other, and then he dried me and himself off. Still in the buff, he grabbed a few blankets and we made our way back into the backyard. We snuggled naked together in them, and watched the stars come out. As I laid there with my head on his chest, both of our clean bodies twisted up with our legs around each other (and our relaxed dicks resting on each other’s legs), I realized that I really deeply cared for Bryce, even though I had only known him for about three days. I silently kissed his toned stomach and closed my eyes, with the last thing I saw that night being his deep brown nipple.