Gay Erotic Stories

Linda headed towards the bedroom. I hit the shower and shaved…even splashed on some aftershave. My dick was obviously anticipating its coming performance, since it already started to get hard.

I walked in the bedroom, naked. My dick was now at full staff. Linda had turned the light down low. Crawling into bed, Linda and I embraced and kissed for the longest time. She’s a good kisser. I started sucking her tits while at the same time moving my hands to her crotch. Linda was primed and ready.

Linda spread her legs, opening the way for my dick. I crawled on top, while Linda guided my cock into her hot vagina. Occasionally we both get a bit rough, and tonight was no exception. I started pounding the hell out of Linda’s hole, moving rapidly in and out. Usually I can last about 15 or 20 minutes, but tonight I knew I would cum faster. We hadn’t fucked for several days, and my balls were about ready to explode.

“Linda! I’m cumming!” I shouted, as my dick penetrated her hole unmercifully. Linda and I were both shaking. I kept pumping away, even though I was spent. Finally I rolled over, limp dick and all. Linda and I said goodnight and I fell asleep.

The next day, Linda’s brother, “Bart”, arrived from out of town. Bart would be with us for about a week. Bart had just graduated college and was heading to the west coast in search of a job. Frankly, I always thought Bart might be queer, but never said anything to Linda or anyone else. But really, Bart just seemed queer…don’t ask me why.

Several days past and Bart had settled in for his visit. Finally the weekend came. On Saturday morning, Linda fixed a big breakfast. Later, Bart and I shot some hoops in the driveway. Linda came out from the house, looking pissed.

“I’ve been called into work on an emergency. Looks like I’ll be there all day,” she said, totally disgusted. Linda worked at the hospital, as a trauma nurse. There’d been a bad accident outside of town, with multiple victims.

Bart and I continued to shoot hoops for a while, and then decided to watch television. I kept looking at Bart, wondering if he was queer. Actually, he looked quite normal for a twenty-two year old kid. But there was something about his demeanor.

Finally I couldn’t stand myself. “Hey Bart,” I said with somewhat of a tremble in my voice, “are you queer?”

“How’d you know Marc?” asked Bart, obviously surprised at the question.

“Well, actually I didn’t, but you’ve just confirmed it,” I said, knowing all along I’d tricked him.

“But so what if I am?” asked Bart, “Does it really make any difference to you?”

“Hell no!” I said, “Does Linda know?”

“Jesus no, and don’t you tell her you bastard!” said Bart, rather emphatically.

“Well tell me Bart,” I said, “What’s it like to be queer?” Probably should have used the more socially acceptable “gay” or “homosexual.”

“It’s no big deal Marc,” said Bart, “What you do with a woman, I simply do with a man.”

“Well, do you suck dick?” I asked, fully knowing the answer.

“Of course I suck dick you moron, and I also take it up the ass,” said Bart, obviously disgusted with my questioning, “And other men suck my dick as well.”

“Gee, what’s it like to have your dick sucked?” I asked, now becoming interested in this conversation.

“What’d mean, haven’t you ever had your dick sucked?” asked Bart, obviously attempting to get me to reveal the details of my sex life.

“Ah, no…Linda doesn’t do that,” I said, confidentially.

“Well, would LIKE to have your dick sucked?” asked Bart, rather sarcastically.

“By who? You? I fucking doubt it,” I replied.

“Well, you don’t know what you’re missing,” commented Bart, returning his eyes to the television.

I sat there a few minutes, taking in the conversation. This can’t be happening. Here I was with my queer brother-in-law, and he apparently was offering to suck my dick. And it was true; I’d never had a blowjob. What would it be like? And from a man?

“So Bart, if I let you suck my dick, would that make me queer? I asked, not realizing he wouldn’t know the answer.

“No asshole, it’ll make you happy,” replied Bart.

“Well OK, but it better not make me queer,” I responded, as my dick started to get hard just thinking about the possibilities.

Bart and I went to the guest room where he was staying, just in case Linda came home early.

Bart sat on the edge of the bed, while I remained standing not knowing exactly what to do.

“Come here big guy,” said Bart, motioning me to stand in front of him. Bart removed my belt and undid my zipper. Then he shoved my pants down around my ankles, together with my boxers.

“Nice dick Marc,” said Bart as he actually picked it up with his hand. It felt funny, having a man actually touch my private parts. “So this is the weapon you use to fuck my sister?”

“Yeah, and she loves it you prick,” I retorted, realizing I probably shouldn’t have used the term “prick.”

Bart made his move, inserting my dick into his mouth. My God, I thought, what a feeling. Bart started to suck slowly, and then licked the shaft back and forth. If he kept this up, I’d be blowing a wad within seconds. Several minutes pasted. Bart kept at it, simultaneously moving his mouth and tongue in directions I didn’t know were possible.

Suddenly I felt the pipes start to rattle. The pressure was building like I’d never experienced before. My body started shaking. My dick was getting harder. Here it came.

“Bart, I’m cumming!” I shouted with glee. Bart kept on sucking. “Bart! Here comes lunch!” I screamed, as my load jettisoned from my dick. Bart sucked me dry. No need to clean up around here. Jesus! This was incredible!

I collapsed on a nearby chair with my pants still around my ankles. My dick was still harder than a rock. “My God Bart, where’d you learn how to do that?” I asked, still trembling from the experience.

“It’s simple Marc,” replied Bart, “Frankly, it comes naturally to most men, since it’s the men who know what they want.” Made sense to me. “So, you wanna suck my dick Marc?” asked Bart, eyes still fixed on my hard cock.

“Ah, no fucking way pal,” I replied. There wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell I was going to suck his dick.

“Well, if that’s the case Marc, at least allow me to relieve myself,” said Bart, as he lowered his pants and underwear. Bart was already hard, sporting a full blown 9 incher. I’d never seen a dick that big…not that I’ve seen a lot anyway. Bart started jacking off…slowly at first and then picking up some speed. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, as he continued to masturbate himself. And while my dick had gone limp to some extent, just watching Bart started to make me hard again. I sat there, gazing on my brother-in-law, wondering how in the world did we even start this kid stuff.

“You sure you don’t want to suck my dick Marc?” asked Bart, still jacking himself off, “It really won’t hurt you know.” I was indeed tempted, just to see what it’d be like. Thinking out loud, I said, “Well, I’ll give it a shot, but this is between you and me. Got it?”

Bart stood up and positioned himself over my legs, with his dick pointing directly at my face.

“Go ahead Marc,” said Bart, “Just stick it in your mouth.” I grabbed the shaft of his throbbing dick and stuck the head in my mouth. Felt funny. “Now just suck it Marc,” said Bart, grabbing my head and guiding my mouth over his manhood.

Because Bart had such a large penis, it was impossible for me to get the whole thing in my mouth. So I just sucked the first two or three inches. My jaw started to hurt, so I stopped momentarily. And it was a goddamn good thing.

“Oh shit!” screamed Bart, “I’m loosing it!” And sure enough, Bart ejected a stream of cum which landed on my face! That wasn’t in the playbook.

“You mother fucker!” I shouted, “Why’d you do that?”

“I’m really sorry Marc,” said Bart, “I apologize.”

We both cleaned up and returned to the living room to watch some more television. My dick kind of tingled from being sucked. I still wasn’t quite enamored with the idea of sucking another man’s dick.

Linda returned from the hospital, totally exhausted. Bart and I went out for dinner, since Linda wanted to do nothing by sleep. After several hours of conversation with Bart, I concluded he was a pretty good guy, despite the fact he was queer. At least he didn’t advertise his preference for men.

The following morning, I awoke with an erection. Maybe Bart could suck my dick again today. But we’d have to get rid of Linda. During breakfast, I suggested she hit the mall to see what was on sale. Since she’d had such a miserable day yesterday, she agreed it was time to have some fun. Linda does best when she’s spending money.

After Linda left, Bart and I hurried to the guest room, where Bart suggested we both get naked. I ripped off my clothes, anxious to have my dick sucked by Bart. I got a hard on just thinking about it. My balls felt like a bomb, ready to explode.

Bart laid me on the bed and started sucking my dick. This was going to be a problem once he left, since Linda didn’t suck cock. Bart went at it with vigor, moving his mouth up and down the shaft. Occasionally he’d suck the head of my penis, rolling it in his mouth as he tongued my piss hole. The feeling was incredible. For some reason, I was lasting longer than usual given the fact that Bart was sucking the life out of my dick. My balls continued to ache. I knew they’d get relief once I shot my load. After about twenty minutes, I felt the “stream of joy” start its journey, looking for an exit. Announcing to Bart I was about to cum didn’t get any type of reaction, other than he renewed his efforts to suck my dick even harder.

“I’m cumming Bart!” I said, as my dick exploded like an atomic bomb. Bart again sucked me dry, leaving little to wipe up. Bart released his grip on my dick, and found his way beside me. We were both starting at the ceiling.

“How was it Marc?” asked Bart, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Yeah, it was great Bart,” I said, “I wish your sister had the same talent you do. I’m going to miss this once you’re gone.” Bart laughed and suggested I talk candidly with Linda about sucking cock … “Who knows?” said Bart, “She just may come around if you explain your desires.” Well, I wasn’t sure about that.

Linda returned about noon, only to answer the phone to learn she was needed again at the hospital. To bad, how sad. Another opportunity for Bart to suck my dick.

We headed towards the bedroom and got naked. I was fully expecting Bart to take my now hard dick and start sucking. Bart had different ideas.

“Marc, I think you need to be fucked in the ass,” said Bart, standing naked next to the bed.

“Ah, no fucking way Bart,” I replied, “that’s not even in the cards.”

“Well, no more sucking your dick till I fuck your ass,” said Bart, as he stood there, stroking his massive member. Okay, so he was going to hold me hostage. “Honest,” said Bart, “You’ll like it.” I didn’t much think so; my eyes focused on his fully erect cock, which could have been mistaken for a compass pointing directly north.

I thought about it for a few seconds, and then agreed to try. “But if I tell you to pull out, I fucking mean it Bart!” I said, setting the ground rules.

Bart directed me to get on all fours and spread my legs about three feet apart. He retrieved a condom from his shaving kit, together with some lubricant. Bart started to grease my butt hole up, sticking his finger slightly up my ass.

“Nice ass,” announced Bart, as his finger penetrated my hole. Bart slipped on the condom and applied enough grease to fry a large hamburger. “It’ll make it slide in faster,” said Bart, obviously experience in such matters.

As Bart inserted his rock hard dick up my ass, I could fell the head touch my prostate. I winced, but knew this was the price for getting Bart to suck my dick again. Bart continued to slowly push forward with his cock, pulling out several times and then going a little deeper each time. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Bart didn’t have such a fat dick. Finally he was in the full length of his cock. I could feel his balls banging against my butt, as he began to pump away.

“How ya do’in Marc,” said Bart, with sweat dripping off his head onto my back.

“Yeah, OK, but it hurts!” I said, truthfully.

“Just relax your hole!” said Bart; still jamming his dick up my ass as far as it could go.

Bart continued fucking my ass for about 10 minutes. By now, it felt pretty good. My dick was harder than a rock. I was assuming after this ordeal was over, Bart would suck my dick, since this was indeed the deal.

Suddenly the door opened. It was Linda! “What…are you guys doing?” said Linda, with a tone of total disbelief. She slammed the door. Bart pulled his dick from my ass, jerked the condom off, and sprayed cum all over the sheets. I rolled over.

“I’d better go talk to her Bart,” I said, wrapping a bath towel around me. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Linda was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, looking totally disgusted.

“Hey Linda,” I said softly, “It’s no big deal. Guys do this kind of thing all the time.” Maybe she’d buy it.

“Well not in my house!” shouted Linda, as she got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I followed.

“Look Linda,” I said, softly again, “Bart and I were just having some fun. It’s a guy thing.” I really didn’t think I was getting anywhere.

“I’m leaving Marc, and when I return I want you and that weasel brother of mine out of the house!” said Linda, as she grabbed her purse and headed towards the door. “And don’t come back!”

Well, I guess she was pissed. This would never have happened if she had sucked my dick in the first place. Okay, maybe that was rationalization on my part.

I went back to the bedroom. Bart was already packing his belongings. “So, what’d going to do Marc?” ask Bart, as he shut his suitcase.

“Well, she told me to get the fuck out. Maybe she just needs a cooling off period. In the mean time, let me pack a few things and I’ll leave with you…for now.” I said, trying to think of a plan.

Bart and I left the house, stopping at a restaurant for lunch. By butt hole hurt something awful. We tried to think up a plan, but figured Linda wouldn’t buy much of anything. She certainly wasn’t going for the “guy thing”, although I thought maybe she might after a while. Bart suggested I travel to the west coast, thus giving Linda some time. I wasn’t sure if time would be on my side. Finally, I agreed to go. Bart and I returned to the house, where I collected the remainder of my clothes. Linda hadn’t returned.

After two days of travel, Bart and I arrived on the west coast. I called my asshole employer and quit my job. After staying in a motel for several days, Bart and I found an apartment. We were both running low on money, so the first week was spent seeking employment. Bart found a job right away, working in a bank. I did residential construction, which was hot on the west coast. I too found a job fairly quickly.

Frankly, I’d never looked much at the guys on the construction jobs. Now I had a different perspective. All of them were hot, especially when they chucked their shirts.

One night, Bart and I were lying in bed. Bart had just fucked the shit out of my hole and sucked me off as well. This whole lifestyle was out of character for me, but man did I like having my dick sucked. Linda had filed for divorce, so I might as well start a new life.

“Hey Bart,” I said, as he turned off the light, “Now that Linda’s my ex-wife, what should I call her?”

“Well Marc,” said Bart, “I think she would now be your sister-in-law.”