Gay Erotic Stories

I have written two stories for this group, but I have not yet told you how I got started. Well here is how I learned to be the cock lover I am today.

First, I am almost 19 years old and still a senior in high school as I was out several months when I was 14 years old. I am a good student and could have been passed up one grade when I was 16 but my Mother thought I should follow the curriculum of the school and I guess she was right. She usually is.

I have a good body for an 18 year old and I work out to keep it in shape. I know I don’t care for most fat guys to have sex with and I think most guys think the same. Not that fat guys don’t make up for their fat rolls with great personalities but then I don’t concern myself with the guy’s personality when I want to enjoy him.

For my 18th birthday, my Mother gave me a party but it was a surprise party so I did not have the chance to invite anyone I knew. Rather than my friends, Mom invited people we had known for many years who were relatives, family friends, or close neighbors.

I enjoyed thee relatives and family friends and we talked of old times, but in the group of six of our neighbors there was one, Kevin Magee who was 19 and I could not help but think he was about the most handsome guy I had ever seen.

After a bit the older folks, .relatives and family friends, gathered around my mother and my Uncle Jim and I was almost ignored. Kevin, however, was at my side and suggested we go out on the terrace and he wanted to smoke a cigarette. I don’t smoke but I am not a fanatic about it so I agreed.

“I’ve been watching you, Bob, and I think I understand you pretty well,” Kevin suddenly said and broke up a meaningless conversation that had had to do with girls and school and so on. As the guy spoke these words, he put his arm around my shoulders and I have to admit I felt good about that.

“Hey, Kevin,” I replied to his blunt statement, “I am not a mystery boy. Just a dull kid that has never lived yet and has nothing to say ‘cause I don’t really know anything.” I was surprised that I had been so frank in my statement but I knew I had been honest at the very least.

“Maybe you are right, Bob,” my new friend went on, “But do you know you have been checking out my basket several times? In fact you just did it.” I had no idea that I was so obvious but actually I had found a gay magazine a few days before and I was wondering how well Kevin might be hung in comparison with the models in that porn magazine. I knew that I compared very well as I had been endowed with a most adequate size penis and had been producing copious amounts of jizim for over six years already. My Uncle Jim had undertaken to give me a man to man talk about sex when I was fifteen since my father had died in that big crash of the airliner over Tennessee when I was eight years old. My uncle had suggested that I show him my penis during that very personal talk and he had remarked that I was a true son of my father as I had inherited the superior size of manhood tool that ran in the Head family’s male side. To prove his point, Uncle Jim had shown me his cock and it was also pretty big. But, I digress as the speakers love to say.

Kevin and I were in a swing that faced towards the bright lights of the city and away from the eyes of people in the condominium. “Want to try a test, Bob?” My new friend asked me. “It might not be positive but it does give results that are pretty nearly on the mark.” There did not seem to be any reason to say no, so I agreed to take his test.

“I hope you don’t tell anyone if I get a failing score.” I remarked, “But go ahead and tell me what I have to do.” Kevin then said that we should get comfortable and remove our jackets and relax so I did what he suggested.

“First, Bob, I want to tell you that I am gay.” Kevin then paused to see how that would affect me. I was surprised as the boy seemed very normal to me. I knew kids from school who were supposed to be gay and they looked and acted different than Kevin.

“I can deal with that,” I answered his unasked question. “I don’t think I am however,” I continued. Even as I spoke, I was thinking that if Kevin was gay then I might be also but that was not to be for public knowledge.

“Okay,” Kevin went on, “Now I am by preference a “top” and I prefer my sex partners to be “bottoms.” Does this make sense to you?” When my neighbor saw I did not know what he was talking about he explained the difference between being a top and a bottom and I was thinking that I would prefer to be a top also. That is if I was gay.

Kevin then suggested that we both take out our cocks and let them lay there in the cool night air while he told me a story. The story was basically this:

“The other night,” Kevin began, “I was in the park and this guy about 20 came up to me and said he wanted to suck my cock. I told him he could if he would rim my ass also and the guy said he was good at that.” The term “rim” and “rimming” meant nothing to me and I guess I looked confused while Kevin checked out cocks, and his was beginning to swell and mine was also. “Well,” the boy continued, “We went behind some bushes and I lowered my pants and shorts and the guy got on his knees and started giving me a great rim job.”

About then, Kevin told me what a rim job was and I felt my dick jerk a little by itself. I knew I would enjoy a rim job if the opportunity ever presented itself. “So, Kevin continued, “My cock was up like a hot pole, so I turned around and shoved it into the cocksucker’s hot mouth. That guy knows how to suck a dick!”

Another check of our cocks showed that I was even harder than my friend’s prick and I was beginning to get embarrassed. Incidentally, no one before that night had ever seen my prick as a hard-on. It was also easy to see that my erect cock was bigger than Kevin’s.

My new friend reached over and began to stroke my boner and it felt both strange and good. I was tempted to return the favor, but was too shy. “Damn it, Bob!” Kevin exclaimed “You are really hung. That has to be close to ten inches of hard prick.”

I said nothing, but I knew he was pretty close. “I like the way you play with it,” I said and Kevin gave me a smile. “Did you want me to play with yours also?” I felt compelled to ask.

“Only if you want to, Bob,” my companion in the swing replied. Suddenly I saw Kevin’s head drop to my groin and a pleasant warm feeling was coming from my penis as the boy engulfed it in his mouth and began to work it like I do when I jerk off. The feeling was so intense that I shot a cum load into Kevin’s mouth in less than two minutes.

“I am so sorry, Kevin!” I exclaimed. “I couldn’t help myself. I just had to shoot off like that and I am sorry it was in your mouth.” While I was apologizing, Kevin kept sucking on the knob of my cock like he wanted another creamy load.

Finally, Kevin raised his head up and smiled at me. “Wow! That was so good, Bob. You don’t know what a treasure that prick is to a gay guy.” I felt that I had to offer to help my new friend to ejaculate and he told me I could if I wanted to, but not to expect anything as wonderful as what he got from my penis.

Just as I bent down to take Kevin’s cock into my mouth, my Mother called from the terrace door and we had to scramble to get properly clothed as we told her we were just coming and then Kevin thought he should add, “Into the house, Mrs. Head.”

Well, it seems I used up my space telling about my first time to get sucked off. The time that I did my first blow job will be in my next story; if you want to read about it just watch for it in this group.