Gay Erotic Stories

I was a skinny kid growing up, and I lived with my divorced mother and older sister. So I really had no males in my life. I guess I was really not very mature for my age, -13. I had begun to mature. My voice had changed, I started sprouting pubic hair (although not very much), and I had had some wet dreams. Then Mark moved in next door with his family one summer. Mark was 18, about to be a senior in high school. He was skinny like me and not very good-looking. As a matter of fact, he had bright red hair and lots of acne. We met while I was in the back yard reading on a lounge chair. I actually spent lots of time alone like that. I had on my Bermuda shorts and had taken off my shirt, hoping to get a little color on my skinny white chest. I didn’t hear him come into the yard. Suddenly I heard, “Hi, I’m Mark. Just moved in next door.” He sat down on the end of the lounge chair. I wanted to cover up my chest; I was so embarrassed by it. But what could I do? He was right there! Then I noticed that my underwear was showing above the waist of my shorts. My mother always made a big deal about not letting your underwear show, and kids at school always made fun of anyone whose underwear showed: “I see London, I see France, I see Scotty’s underpants!” I had heard that too many times. I know I turned bright red, but I tried to be real cool. “Hi, I’m Scotty,” I responded. Well we chatted for about 15 minutes, and I couldn’t believe that an older kid was being so nice to me. Suddenly his mother called him to come back and help unpack. He said, “Maybe we can talk again sometime.” “I’d like that,” I said. A few days later I was back in my usual spot reading when Mark came over again. This time I made sure I had a shirt on! “Hey Scott, want to see my room?” He didn’t have to ask twice. I couldn’t believe he really asked me to his house. We went to his house, and I discovered that his mother and father were at work. We went up to his room, and it was a mess. He had a huge collection of records, and I started to sit down in his desk chair to look at some of them. Suddenly I realized that a pair of white underpants was in the chair. Mark saw me stop and stare at them. He came over and said, “Here, let me move them. See, we wear the same brand: Hanes. Saw yours the other day in the back yard.” I turned bright red again and just stared. “Don’t be so uptight about underwear, Scotty. We both wear it.” Then, he just reached over and pulled up my tee shirt. You got it, there was the waistband to my Hanes briefs. Marty grabbed hold of the waistband and pulled my underpants up higher. I couldn’t move. “Don’t you love Hanes underpants, Scotty?” he asked? Bet you are really sexy in yours. Can I see?” I was still frozen. “It’s OK, guy. Here, let me show you mine first.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his cutoffs and let them fall to the floor. I just stared at his crotch. Marty then squatted down and undid my shorts. There I stood in my underpants, so scared I couldn’t move. “Yup, you are sexy, Scotty,” he said. He ran his fingers around the waistband, and I felt myself getting hard. I really didn’t know what to do. Then, he reached down and put his hand on my penis and said, “Looks like you’ve got a nice woody. Do you jerk off yet?” I had heard guys talk about jerking off, but I didn’t have a clue as to what it meant. I started to cry. Marty saw my tears, stood up, and whispered, “Scotty, don’t cry. You don’t know how to jerk off don’t you?” I shook my head side to side, admitting how naïve I was. “Want me to show you?” he asked. I didn’t do or say anything; I just stood there. He stood behind me and reached around and put his hands inside my underpants. I felt him rub the little pubic hair I had and then he grabbed onto my hard little cock. I was only about 4 inches at that time, but I was rock hard. He started stroking me while inside my underpants and I couldn’t believe how I felt. I thought I was going to pass out. He kissed me behind my ears while he stroked me. It didn’t take long before I felt the most wonderful feeling in my balls. And did I ever cum. I squirted so hard and felt like I was in heaven. “See, Scotty, you are a man after all,” Marty said. I felt him rubbing my cum inside my underpants, and I really was in heaven. “Did you like that?” he said. I started to reply when we heard a car drive in. I quickly said, “Marty, can I see yours? It’s only fair. You’ve seen mine.” Marty quickly replied, “No, I didn’t see yours, but I sure felt it. You can have a quick feel of mine, but that’s my mom coming home from work. We’ve got to get dressed fast.” I put my hand inside his underpants and felt a thick bush of hair and then reached down and grabbed on to a cock that felt huge. I tried stroking it, but he pulled my hand out and said, “Not now. Maybe later.” And there was a later, but I’ll tell you about that another time.