Gay Erotic Stories

Les's mother died when he was twelve. She died suddenly from a ruptured aneurysm just minutes after she saw Les off on the school bus that October day. Blue sky day, but it was horrible. The tragedy was compounded when Les's father, who had always been a little sharp with his kids, became ever more irritable and his children were not exempt from his angry outbursts which worsened each year. When Les was sixteen his father was so stressed by a threatened crop failure that he struck Les for the first time in his life, giving him a slap across his face "for talking back." This took place in front of the itinerant farm workers and it mortified him because Les was friends with them. After this incident Les struggled even harder to please his Dad, but the man seemed beyond reach. Then, two years later, his father made a deal with the O'Brians to lend Les to them during a period of trouble at their farm. Les was told that he would be required to work the summer at the O'Brian farm, but what his father didn't know was that Les had had a long standing crush on Ned O'Brian and that sharing a bedroom with Ned for the summer was the best gift his father ever gave him! His Dad was not an evil man, just stressed. In doing a little good for the O'Brians, he unknowingly gave his son a reason to live. Inwardly, bathed daily in erotic fantasies about being with other boys, Les now had a fantasy about to be made real. He was shouting a big 'high five' "Yes!!" to it. * * * * * On their first workday Ned and Les blatantly set all parental agendas aside. The boys let their passion play ace to ace, hard cock to hard cock. Now, in hour two of their first workday they had progressed in their private labor to where they were in a full naked fuck: Les had taken Ned's cock deep into himself. With his huge balls drawn up tight-as-a-drumhead and his sprung hard cock thrown into complete sensory overload, the kind of thing that happens to a guy getting fucked up the ass, Les was learning the wonders of heavy dick strokes across the prostate--the gland that sets off the charge. He would shoot his load with hardly a touch to his hardened penis if things kept up like this. Oh, those strokes, in and out, over and over ever harder and harder, they were magic! They primed two pair of balls! Ned would grunt as he pushed in and Les would moan on the withdrawal stroke, which hit his hot prostate's cum button. He said "Give!!" to Ned and Ned gave it to him! Things sped up as they sexed each other up to the hilt. Strokes in--"Ugh!" And stokes out--"Ahhh!!" Over and over "Ugh!" and "Ahhh!!" Ugh-Ahhh! Ugh-Ahhh! Ned was feeling thunder in his balls. In sex lightning strikes after the thunder! His load was ready, he was about to let his load go home into Les with the both of them in breathless ecstasy. Like the batter whose whole body is put into hitting a high fly ball that turns into a grand slam home run, there is that second when all the announcer can say is "Well, it's outta here!!" Ned's grand slam call was the expression of his whole body: "I'm cummming!!" and he blew his load deep into Les's wild-ass pussy. Les, his bitch-boy, moaned at the strike of the cum-shot given to him, but like all bitch-boys he got double pleasure. Ned's deliverance stroke did it and as Les ejaculated irregular spills of cum from his spewing cockhead, he lifted his head to get a look at it hit Ned's tight abs and then on the second and third shots, his own creased six pack. The spill of jism here and there was proof that he could cream with the best of them and that the title 'slutboy' was his. Les dropped his head back on the bed and, taking a deep breath, he felt the exhaustion of his work. Ned, however, had to plunge his cock deep into Les one more time to work out the very last little bit of his seed. Then, he laid his head down on Ned's chest, his cock having done all it could. They were finished. They had not yet begun. For about a half a minute they lay silent and inert together. They were taking it all in. There was satisfaction to be sure. All the sex pressure had drained from them. All the years they were forced into good boy jerk-off only celibacy were behind them and that knowledge was a blessing that removed all their anger and frustration. Sex is good mental health at work... After this half-minute of healing and bliss they pressed their bodies together in a way that was not passion, but rather a sign of commitment. They found a new way of kissing each other that seemed to eject them from this planet and throw them through dark starry space their bodies landing on some forgotten Jovian moon. And splatted on that desolate moonscape they found that commitment was a tough piece of work. This was their beginning. The jism on their abdomens had turned to glue--a kind of sticky muck, cold, unwanted. If gay were not the only way for them they might feel some sense of sin at this point, but they knew who they were and knew only this: They had so much they needed to say to one another. It was like they were just born--yes, born again! They looked at each other with disbelief that their good fortune was here and touchable. Les felt something under his butt. Reaching down he found the unopened condom that had been buzzing around them throughout all their love-making. He showed it to Ned. Ned said, "I'm negative...." Les said, "I'm negative, but what if…" Ned took the condom and just shook his head dejectedly. "We need to talk." "Yeah, said Les, but we better get to work--your Mom and Dad will want to see something more than two cum-coated farm boys when they get back." To be continued Let me hear from you about condom use and stuff. jimhart42@aol.com