Gay Erotic Stories

I awoke from my nap with a hard-on. I still had the taste of Raul's and Tommy's cum in my mouth and was tempted to jack-off but decided against it. I should conserve my juices for later, after all I am not a teenager any more.

I took a stroll towards the park. Cute, young Mexican lads were everywhere. It turned me on to know that almost all of them are suckable, they have no hang-ups about letting a gay man get down on his knees and give them some oral pleasure. I saw a couple of gay kids go by. It was obvious by the way they walked. They were advertising their gayness; maybe it worked for them. I never go to the gay bars in Mexico, they are filled with Nelly girls in boys' bodies. The few of them that are straight-acting are probably not interested in me as I am too old for them. I am not a bad-looking man, for a sixty-year-old, but for most gay men, I am way over the hill. Lucky for me that I discovered that the straight muchachos are so available for one-way sex.

There was a soccer game going on. I sat down to watch. None of the boys were wearing uniforms; most were in shorts, shirts off and barefooted. Tommy was out there in the middle of them, his tanned, white skin contrasting nicely with their brown bodies.

The ball came flying over close to me with the boys scurrying after it, giving me a close look of their cute macho bodies as they fought for control of the ball. Tommy got it for a few seconds, then lost it, gave me a smile and rushed into action again. They were having fun, and I envied them. I can no longer run around and play like that. Oh, well.

The game was over. Tommy's team won and they were happy as hell. The boys dissipated and Tommy came over with two muchachos that I hadn't met before. They were cute as can be, one about 5 feet 4 inches, about an inch shorter than the average stature of a Mexican man. His skin was dark, almost black. The other young man was about 5 feet 8 inches, quite tall for a Mexican, with medium brown skin. All three were breathing hard and sweating.

Tommy introduces them in Spanish, "Estos son mis nuevos amigos, Marcelino y Beto." They smile, we shake hands. We chat for a while about the game. I ask them how old they are -- Marcelino is 19 and Beto is 21. Then in English Tommy adds, "Do you like them?"

"If you mean do they turn me on, sure, they are exactly my type."

Tommy turns to the muchachos and says, "Rusty quiere mamar sus vergas. Quieren?" The boys grin and look at each other, then nod their heads, "Si!"

I say, "Well, lets go up to the hotel then." I was happy as hell that I was going to get to see these cute Mexican kids naked and have their dicks in my mouth. But the boys couldn't go because they both had to get home right away to do chores for their moms. I was real disappointed and said, "Well, another time then."

Marcelino spoke up (in Spanish), "Why don't we do it right here, in the bushes?"

The boys took me to an opening in the thick brush, Marcelino went inside and I followed. He turned, facing me. Tommy and Beto stayed outside, watching-out, occasionally looking inside at us.

I get up close to the boy. I am several inches taller than him. I smell his male phenomes and it turns me on tremendously. He doesn't stink, however he has been running around, sweating. He has thick, tightly curled hair from the African part of his heritage. I feel it, I love this kind of hair, feels like a pillow. An escaped slave from the West Indies? Or is it Moorish from the Spaniards, also African? His lips are thick -- I feel like kissing them but I don't -- that would be too much for him probably. I feel his shoulders and his biceps. His skin is perfectly smooth, and when I squeeze his muscles his flesh is soft like a girl's, but when he tenses his biceps for me he is hard and firm, and I know this is a young man, not a girl. He is a strong little guy.

I feel the skin of his chest, feel his pecs and his flat stomach. I reach around behind him, but when I slip my hand inside his shorts to feel his ass, he takes my hand and places it on his dick. I should have known, forbidden territory. But it is green lights all the way for his dick, which is hard and straining to poke through his shorts.

I get down on my knees in front of the Mexican boy. Tommy and Beto are staring. I pull the elastic band of his shorts out away from his belly to be able to pull them down past his stiff verga. And there it is, a beautiful black peter of a size that any full-grown man would be proud to have. It looks out of proportion on this little body. The African influence again? The head is pretty normal in size but the shaft tapers out to be pretty fat in the middle, then gets slightly thinner, but still substantially thick where it attaches to his body. I've seen that shape on a lot of Mexican men. He has on an old cotton bikini with elastic so stretched that it does nothing to contain this boy's manhood. I pull them down to his knees.

Free of the confines of his shorts, his peter continues to jack up another notch with every heartbeat. The foreskin pulls back, revealing the maroon, shiny glans. Because of his youth, the tightness of the skin prevents it from sliding all the way over the ridge of the glans.

I don't know if this boy has ever been sucked before, but it may be his first time and I want it to be memorable for him. I steady myself by holding onto his hips as I approach the thing with my mouth.

Its funny how I am. I won't even share a water glass with another person because I am so fastidious about cleanliness, but here I am about to suck the raw, unwashed penis of a Mexican boy into my mouth. It smells of pee and boy-crotch. And the smell turns me on tremendously. Horniness, I guess, is the only way I can explain it.

My mouth is watering in anticipation. I wet my lips and pucker them tight. I lower my head closer and closer until I feel the point of the kid's dick contact my lips. That first contact is so special: It's almost like an electrical charge passes between you and the boy, establishing the relative male-female polarity. Me, a full-grown man, down on my knees, honoring this kid's virgin manhood, performing an act that a girl would do.

I keep my lips as tight as I can and pull him slowly into me. I want my mouth to feel like a virgin pussy to him. I rely on the stiffness of his dick to force my lips open as I pull his hips toward me. I open my jaws as wide as I can to keep my teeth out of the way as he penetrates deeper and deeper into my mouth. I hear him sigh with pleasure. I look up into his black eyes, deep pools of mystery, and he gazes down into mine.

We are almost to the widest part of the taper when he loses patience with my slow pace, puts both hands behind my head and starts hunching my mouth, forcing his young verga deeper and deeper into me. Soon we are past the widest part and sliding down the taper toward his belly. I reach around him and feel his muscular butt cheeks tighten and relax as he rotates his hips, fucking my mouth. Straight boys will let you touch their butts when their dicks are in your mouth.

As he slides the fat, middle part of his dick back and forth through my tight lips, they alternatively close somewhat when only his glans is in my mouth, then widen at the thick part, and close again somewhat close to his belly. I am loving the effect and thinking this muchacho is going to be a great fucker some day.

As the boy is so distracted in fucking my face, I take the opportunity to explore his body with my hands. His legs are a bit hairy from the knees down but totally smooth from the knees up. His balls are totally bare and I feel them churning around inside the sack. I guess that he has some Indian blood in his heritage -- that would explain the bare balls (the Aztecs and some other Indian nations are reported as having no genital hair at all). He has a patch of stiff, wiry pubes above his dick but is completely smooth everywhere else. There is absolutely no hair between his legs or around his butt-hole. He is so slippery there from the saliva and his own natural lubricant leaking from my mouth, that I am tempted to slide a finger into that smooth little anus, but I don't want to risk insulting his masculinity, especially in front of his friends.

Unfortunately, I am not very good at deep-throating and I am starting to gag when he shoves his dick into my throat, so I grab his dick up close to his belly to keep him from sliding too much into me. Anyway, I can tell he is close to cumming by his rapid breathing and the tightening of his stomach muscles. His legs start trembling so much that I think he might fall down, and then I feel the pulsing of his penis as he pumps his juices into me.

Marcelino had barely pulled his dick out of my mouth when Beto came in and almost pushed him out of the way to get to me. He yanked his shorts and briefs down and suddenly I had a new dick in my face, already hard and leaking pre-cum. His dick was a nice chocolate color and the foreskin was already so pulled back, you couldn't even tell he had one.

Marcelino sat down to recover a bit, and stared up at his friend who was about to stick his dick in my mouth. Tommy was still standing outside, looking around and straining to see what was happening in the bushes.

The muchacho was so eager that I didn't really have time to feel his fine body first. He leaned toward me and my nostrils took in the strong odor of raw Mexican dick, stronger than Marcelino's, and something else, some other funky odor, what was it? As he slid his dick into my mouth where I could taste it, I remembered. Pussy! I was sucking a dick that had just been pulled out of a girl's cunt! Well, that's the risk you run when you suck a straight boy's dick.

Beto's dick was a little longer than Marcelino's but not nearly as big around. It had a curve to the right -- some people would say that it's because he probably jacks-off with his right hand, but I think it's because he always keeps his dick on the same side of his briefs. I'd like to do some scientific studies of this curved-dick phenomenon and publish it in a journal.

When you are presented with a new dick to suck, you just have to guess how to do it. Every dick needs its special technique of fellatio, and it sometimes takes several episodes with a boy to find out what really works best with him. With Beto, I decided to try the "spiral" technique. I learned this from a young gay man who did it to me when I was young and cute.

My mouth is filled with Marcelino's cum so I use it to lubricate Beto's dick all the way down to the base. Then I start going up and down on it, holding it tightly with my right hand and my lips, moving them together along the slippery shaft, simulating a nice deep pussy. This method usually works with the longer dicks. Then I start twisting my hand as I go up and down on it, the spiral motion. If you have ever had this done to you, you would know what I mean. It feels great!

I could tell that Beto was enjoying the blowjob. I can't explain it, but when I really get tuned-in to a boy I can almost feel what he is feeling. It's almost like I am getting the blowjob instead of giving it. Maybe that is why I enjoy doing it so much.

In no time I had Beto squirting gobs of delicious cum into my mouth and I swallowed it to keep from wasting it.

The muchachos got their shorts back on and we got out of the bushes. I asked Tommy if he wanted another blow-job and he said yes, but first wanted to go over to Marcelino's house. He asked me how I liked sucking his friends and I said that I loved it.

As we were walking out of the park, I asked Marcelino if he had a girlfriend. He said yes, but he couldn't do anything with her yet as she was too well guarded by her parents and older brothers. That's pretty typical of the situation of young unmarried Mexicans and is why they are so horny and willing to stick their dicks into a man's mouth.

When I asked Beto the same question, he said yes, he had a girlfriend, but sometimes he did have a chance with her. "Like today?" I asked him.

"Si, hoy en la manana." I knew it.

To be continued ...

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