Gay Erotic Stories

After five years in my apartment, I decided that my lounge furniture was out of date: much of it had been left behind by my former flatmate after he had walked out on me owing me a lot of money. He simply stopped coming up with the rent after he let me fuck him for the first time. I suppose it was really my fault: I got to like fucking him regularly and he knew how much my cock wanted his tight asshole. When I finally demanded his back payments we had a blazing row and he packed his bags and left that night. He was a slut but I missed him so much. I had gotten used to having a captive asshole to fuck every night. Now I would have to play the gay scene again in the hope of finding some other tight assholes to service my ten-inch boner. It took a few weeks to sell the unwanted furniture and to take delivery of the new pieces. And it took a few days for me to realize that the layout that I had chosen didn’t really work. I started to rearrange the pieces but I found that the sofa was to heavy for a single pair of hands. Then thought I about young Bobby, the eighteen-year-old kid who lived with his mother in the apartment below. I called their number and got his mother. “Hi, Mrs. Brown,” I said to her, “could Bobby help me move my new sofa? It’s too heavy for me on my own.” “Sure Jim,” she replied, “but he’s out for an hour and I’m going to the hairdresser. I’ll leave him a note and he’ll come and give you a hand when he gets in.” I thanked her and stripped off to take a much-needed shower. When I dried off, I went into my bedroom and checked myself out in my full-length dressing mirror. I was happy with what I saw. Although I’m no athlete, my thirty-five-year-old body was still in good shape. My short dark hair shone with health and my blue eyes sparkled. Best of all I loved that huge uncut cock of mine and the smooth low hung ball bag in which nestled my two golf ball sized testicles. I got horny just looking at my reflection. And then I thought about young Bobby. I had known him casually for a few years and he was a cute young guy. He had the most beautiful head of short blond hair and an angel face. He really was jailbait for a guy like me. But I just guessed that he was heavily into girls with the looks he had. Then my door bell rang and I slipped into some shorts and a tee shirt. When I opened it, I saw him standing before me dressed only in a pair of skimpy short shorts. “Hi, Jim,” he said to me, “My Mom left me a note saying that you needed some help moving your sofa.” “Yes, Bobby,” I replied, “I sure need your muscles.” He smiled at me as he brushed aside me and came inside my apartment. My cock began to rise as I caught sight of his cute ass. Oh how I wanted to caress his teenage butt. If only, I thought to myself. Then, getting down to the work in hand, I showed him where I wanted the sofa to end up. We needed to lift it a few inches with our hands on its base so we bent our legs to take the strain. It was then that I saw the tip of Bobby’s uncut cock and his hairless ball bag pop out of his shorts. God, I nearly dropped the sofa in surprise. “Thanks, Bobby,” I said to him when the sofa was in place. “I’m sure that you could use a beer.” “Yes,” he replied, “that was thirsty work.” “OK,” I said to him softly. “Try the sofa out while I get them from the fridge.” We were soon sitting next to each other drinking our beers and chatting. I was, of course, stiff for him. My cock wanted his young virile body, I really wanted to shag him into oblivion but it wasn’t for me to decide. He just had to be ready for man-to-man loving. It was for him to decide, not for me. He told me that he missed his old man who had died prematurely from a fatal heart condition over ten years ago. That had given his Mom a hard time. I tried to lift his spirits by telling him about all the girls who would be crazy for him. “I’m not into girls,” he said softly. “I’m into guys.” The effect on me was electrical: my cock surged into overdrive. “Do you like me?” I whispered to him lustfully. “Yes,” he said quietly. I looked down at his crotch and I thrilled at the sight of his hard-on sticking out of the waistband of his short shorts. He was horny for me and I just knew what to do with him. I got up and sat down on a chair and beckoned him to take down his shorts. He was about eight inches cut and hard for me. I pulled him to me and kissed him voluptuously as he sat down on my hard-on and I sucked his smooth neck over and over. Then I took his stiff prick in my hand and jacked it off until he spurted ribbons of cum all over both of us. My cock was on fire for him and I got up and took off my stained clothes and sat down on the chair again. Young Bobby sucked at my dick in worship of what was to come. I pulled him over to me by grabbing his soft cock and I showed him how to sit on my hard dick while facing me. He got the message at once and my hot cock soon slid inside him as he lowered himself onto me. “Fuck me to madness!” I cried out to him and he began to hump up and down on me like there was no tomorrow. He kissed me with his tongue deep down my throat. “Take me to the moon,” I cried and he duly obliged. I emptied a bucket of cum into Bobby’s teenage asshole and he never flinched. This guy had a history: he was no virgin and, when he told me about his past, it led to the excitement that came next... Turned on? Let me know at excaliber1021439@aol.com