Gay Erotic Stories

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Redneck Attitude…

I noticed him playing basketball in the street a couple of years back when he was about 15. He and his little gang of thugs would play in the street refusing to move whenever anyone drove onto the street. It was a game of chicken only his was without a vehicle. I being the politically active fag that I am, have a big blue and yellow equal (equality) sign on my large, black Isuzu Rodeo. The yells were light to begin, just very subtle, "fag" when I drove by. Then again they had to be careful, the several households of lesbians were who taught them to play street ball and played with them all the time.

I know that I confused all of them. I worked in my yard doing dirt manual labor, worked on my own truck and then would discuss flower gardens with the neighborhood Moms. I was a major contradiction to the little rednecks with attitude.

As the last couple of years have gone by they have developed into hot, well-built young men. Some better looking than others; some hanging out on the street like gang thugs picking fights and some out in their driveways making out with the neighborhood girls. The one who had caught my attention was a "little shit" who was about 5'6" or 5'7", dark crew cut, five o'clock shadow (since he was 15), without his shirt; pecs and beautiful well-built chest. Those damn baggy pants they wear, who would know what the rest of him looked like. Well, I was soon to find out.

I was out back laying paving stones, designing my new patio areas in my backyard, when I hear a clearing of the throat and an excuse me sir. I looked up and there he was standing. Yes, I say. He says I know you usually do your own mowing, but I'm trying to save up money for a car and I'm offering to do odd jobs for everyone. Do you have anything for me? I thought to myself, yeah I have something for you--about 8 inches of 40-year-old meat. I must have paused too long, when I looked up, his handsome face was beet red and there was this arrogant little shit attitude that he must have guessed what I was thinking.

I tell him, yeah, I could use some help. “How about you move the paving stones from my truck to back here, I ask him. Place about 30 at these three roped off areas and showed where and I wanted them. When you are done with that; I'll give you things to do each time you complete something. How is $50.00 for 4 hours work?” He and I agreed to the deal.

While I was working on the first area, Tony has I had discovered his name to be, had finished the unloading and was watching me. He asked if I was going to do that to the other two areas; I said yes and he said that he would start them. He finished area 2 and we both worked on area 3. I then had him weed out my landscaping while I pressure washed. We kept on working for quite awhile before I noticed that he had removed his shirt. Damn, what a hot little stud.

By the third hour of work, Tony and I were both sweating like pigs. I went in to get a beer and asked him what he wanted. He asked could he have a beer. Nope, I don't serve minors. He tells me that he had just turned 18 that week; even showed me his license to prove it. So I thought I know it's not 21 but what the hell. I told him to take a break and would have a few beers.

While sitting on the patio the little shit says, “Nice house, who's the lady that helped decorate?” with a smug look. I told him that I didn't need any lady to help decorate or anything else. That everything I needed I could handle myself; that a real man could always take care of himself and his needs. Tony turned beet red again; looking really cute (hot).

After the fourth beer, Tony says, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I tell him.

He says, “You know, we know about all the girls and no one cares. You though, everyone wonders and when we've said stuff as you drive by, you don't respond. Why?”

“Because,” I tell him, “I don't care what people think they know or assume. I only care what I know.”

Tony says, “Well, are you?”

“Am I what?”

Tony says, “Come on…are you gay Padgett?”

“Of course I am,” I tell him, “You knew that though, so why ask?”

He says, “Well in the time I've been here, I took off my shirt to see if you would try anything, and nothing.”

“Well, are you gay Tony?” I retorted.

Tony stutters, “N…no.”

Then I ask him, “Why? Would you care if I didn't hit on you or make a move?”

“Just thought that it would be the easiest way to find out if you were gay or not.” He responded.

“If you want to know something always ask, it's the easiest way.” I advised. “How about a swim? Go around the side and hose off the dirt and I'll lay out beach towels and some more beers.”

He says, “I don't have trunks.”

I tell him, “You can swim in those baggies, try on some of my extras or whatever.”

While he's hosing off, I washed my face with cold water thinking ‘Padgett, this could be trouble.’ I set up towels, beers and music. He comes back in and pulls off the baggies and is standing there in boxers, when in he jumps. My shorts look like boxers also, so after setting our beers poolside, I jump in too. We float a while and drink a couple of more beers. Tony says to me, “This is great and you're a nice guy. Sorry for the attitude in the past, and when I showed up today.” …

“No sweat I tell him. You're a good worker and being by myself it's hard sometimes to do all the work. If you want weekend work, I could use you.”

Tony says, “Sure.” He says, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Yes,” I tell him.

“You're a nice looking man and could have lots of women. What makes you notice a guy?”

“First I tell him ‘thanks’ and then I tell him, “Looks are important, so is personality and brains. I want to have something in common with a person. I like men who are sure of themselves, but not arrogant with ‘attitude’,” and we both laugh. “You for instance; if you were gay or bi, I would go for you.”

Tony blushes. “Padgett, I'm not a virgin, but if I asked you what a man is like would you be willing to show me and if I say stop, stop?”

I'm thinking again, ‘oh my God, this is trouble!’ “Sure,” I tell him.

He floats over to me and gently kisses me with those full, sexy hot lips. I kiss him back slowly and gently. We touch each other's faces; we kiss and just enjoy floating together. I ask him to follow me into the spa. We grab our beers and get into the spa. There we continue kissing, touching and exploring. I let him do what ever he wants to do. While he's exploring, I've pulled off his boxers and I'm jacking the most beautiful dick under water. The entire time that I jack him, Tony just keeps on kissing me and moaning. At one point he moans under the kiss that he's coming and tell him to go ahead and next thing I know is "groan" "grunt" and "Oh my God," and then little white globs for the skimmer going over my waterfall.

Tony says, “Oh my God, that was so erotic. I thought gay men either had swishy nasty sex or rough leather sex. I never thought that there could be such hot, romantic intimate sex.”

I ask him, “Did you like it?”

“Hell yes,” he laughs blushing and says, “sorry.”

“No worry,” I tell him.

He says, “Can I ask to spend the night with you?”

I start to say that, that's not a good idea.

He says, “Don't worry, I'm alone this weekend and I'm 18, please let me stay and finish the night with you.”

I relent and tell him, “Okay, I would love to be with you some more.” We get in my outside shower together under the stars and neck some more while washing each other. I tell him, “Let’s go inside and go to bed. We have a lot of yard work to finish tomorrow.”

Once inside Tony says, “Padgett, may I make love to you?”

“Tony I would be flattered.” He then starts kissing me at my neck and works his way down to my dick. There he explores, kissing my 8" more than sucking. Oh, he sucked and licked too, but that boy loves kissing. Dick, ass, balls, you name it. I tell Tony that I want him to jack me off so that he can watch it. He starts and has this great hand rhythm that drives me crazy.

All of a sudden I tell him to watch out and as my toes curl, my voice moans ‘oh fuck yeah’ and I squirt everywhere. Tony goes, “Wow, that’s so cool!”

He gets up finds a washcloth, comes back cleans me up and says, “I can't wait until tomorrow. If this is the kind of bonus that I get for one day’s work, I can't wait until the second day’s work.”

I tell him that he only receives a bonus as long as I don't get redneck attitude. We both chuckle as we hold each other and drift off to sleep.