Gay Erotic Stories

The blistering mid-August sun was scorching us as we finished loading the last bale of hay onto the wagon. Mr. Vogler looked at me and said, "Tom, I bet you're glad this is the last load for the afternoon!" "Boy, am I!" I answered. "Well, it won't take us long to get these last few bales in the loft, and then we can relax for a bit.” Relax. Hmmm. My mind began to wander. I always wondered what it would be like to make love to another guy. I had always been curious but would never take any steps to find out, fearing the guys on the basketball team might think I was a faggot or something. At 18, all sorts of things go through your mind. The tractor and wagon stopped suddenly, bringing me back to reality. Here I was 18, 6', 180 pounds, reddish-blonde hair, and a virgin. I always wanted to wait until I was married before having sex. I used to jack-off late at night fantasizing what making love was like. "Come on, boy!" Mr. Vogler exclaimed. "Stop daydreaming and let’s get this done.” "Yes sir," I replied. I was on the top row of bales as he tossed the last bale up to me. At that moment I lost my balance and began to slip. "Watch out!" he called as I began to fall. Catching me, he stopped me from getting hurt as he grabbed my waist just in time. Pulling me close to him, we looked into each other’s eyes. I don't know what came over him or me, but simultaneously, we drew closer to each other as our mouths met, his tongue gently probing the inside of my mouth. We embraced. Releasing me, he said, "I'm sorry, Tom, I shouldn't have done that." "Why? I liked it," I replied as my hand reached for his hand and I led him to the floor of the loft. Hay was scattered all over and made a soft bedding for us. I started removing the overalls I had on and lay down on the hay, reaching for him as he removed his clothes. I hadn’t realized he never wore any underwear, and was very pleased to see he had a very nice sized cock. "Make love to me," I said. As he lay beside me, he put his arm around my waist and we kissed: firmly, passionately. His hand slowly maneuvered itself to my crotch. Feeling the heat of the moment engorging in my groin, my now hard 7" dick was protruding to expose the head over the band of my Jockeys. Mr. Vogler began to gently massage my young cock as pre-cum was oozing from the tip. With his fingers he massaged the head, rubbing the sticky pre-cum up and down the head of my cock as I moaned, reveling in the wonderful sensations that were going through my body; sensations I had never felt before, and wanted more. He bent forward, licking the tip of my cock with his tongue, sending shivers throughout my body. "Oh yes," I moaned in a low voice as his mouth descended further, feeling his lips tighten around my shaft. I heard him moan as I felt the pre-cum ooze even more. He obviously likes this, I thought; maybe I should try it also. "Oh God! Mr. Vogler,” I exclaimed feeling the rush of my load building with each downward stroke of his wonderful hot mouth. Looking down at my crotch, I could see his head bobbing up and down on my now rigid cock as I felt my load continuing to build. I watched him sucking my cock in earnest now, sucking it like a master, making my body feel bolt after bolt of ecstasy. “I’m going to cum! I'm going to cum!!" I screamed, knowing any second I was going to fill his mouth with my hot white cream. "AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!" I exploded like I had never done before, as spurt after spurt of cum continued to shoot from my cock and Mr. Vogler swallowed every drop. Gulp after gulp, he continued until he had ingested every last drop. He finally released my now flaccid cock. Lying there, as I began to finally come back from the immense high I felt, I saw his own cock, hard and rigid. I was amazed at the size of it; the glistening head made my mouth water. Leaning upward as he lay beside me, I took his hard cock in my hand and began to stroke it slowly. "Oh yeah, that's it boy..." he said as I continued to gently stroke his cock, feeling it get even longer and thicker as I continued to play with it. I noticed a small bead of liquid at the tip; my mouth watered even more. By this point I was drooling, I wanted to taste that hung hunk of man meat in my mouth so much. I leaned forward and licked the bead of pre-cum, tasting it: it was fantastic! The salty yet sweet taste made me even more excited. I couldn't take any more; I had to have it. Not sure what to do as far as sucking cock goes, having had no experience, I leaned forward and began to slowly lick the tip, then around the head as I heard Mr. Vogler moaning. I must be doing it right, I thought. As I began to slowly take more of him in my mouth, remembering how his lips felt tightening around my cock, I began to tighten my lips around his as I raised my head to the point where just the head was in my mouth. I released my grip as I engulfed every inch of him in my mouth; then I applied pressure with my lips as I withdrew. Mr. Vogler’s breathing began to get heavier as his cock began to swell. Sucking harder and faster, I felt as if I was in heaven as I sucked every wonderful, delicious inch. I savored the taste, the smell, wanting his load as far back in my throat as possible. By this time Mr. Vogler’s cock had grown so big, I thought he was going to choke me! "Hold up a minute there, boy,” he said. He had me stop what I was doing, and then he rose up and positioned himself to where I was under him as he straddled my face with his crotch. I could see his cock: it was still so rigid he was now leaking pre-cum like crazy. Lifting my head, I licked the tip, loving every second, as I tasted the wonderful nectar from his balls. With one hand he positioned his cock between my lips as I opened my mouth with a desire like I’d never known before. By now my once flaccid cock was hard in anticipation of what was to come. His cock slowly probed my mouth as he gently rocked his hips back and forth while his cock slid in and out of my mouth, tightening my grip on his shaft as he withdrew, then in again. I was loving what he was doing to me, forcing his cock as far back as he could, me trying my best not to gag on the length and size of his cock. I could feel his head swell as I was sucking his cock while he face-fucked me, knowing soon I was going to be getting his wonderful cum. I began to stroke my own now rigid cock with a fervor as he forced his cock deeper into my throat with every thrust of his crotch. With a final stroke of his cock, he plunged deep into my throat as his cock jerked and spurt his load so far down my throat, even as I released my own load, squirting cum all over his back. Never had I imagined he would release so much sweet cream. So much I could feel it running down my chin as I made every effort to swallow every delicious spurt. He continued until his cock became soft. Lying beside me, he said, "Man, you really know how to take a cock, boy! You've done this before?" "No sir, I haven't, Mr. Vogler," I replied. "Then you're a natural, boy," he told me. We got dressed talking about school, the basketball team, and other small talk; however my mind really wasn't thinking of any of that. All I could think of was how much I had missed all the years of high school with all the hunks that were around. "See you tomorrow, Tom?" he asked. "We've still got more hay to house before it rains this weekend." "Sure, Mr. Vogler," I replied. "It's John," he said. "I think after this you can call me John." "Okay, John; see you tomorrow," I replied as I walked from the barn to the road and on to my house, where mom had dinner ready. I wonder what else we could do, I thought as I proceeded to our farm, knowing tomorrow would be just as wonderful as today.