Gay Erotic Stories

What I am about to describe took place in my eighteenth summer. My family often took my brother and me to a beautiful lake a few hours drive from our home. The lake was clean, cool, and surrounded by trees and was very well maintained. We typically spent the day there and cooked our hot dogs and burgers, relaxed and swam in the lake. The swimming area was a popular gathering spot for the younger set. You could swim; meet others of your age and talk. My brother and I had been at the pier, diving into the water and in general being us for an hour or so. There was a large group of kids our age there and I had noticed one fellow that stood out from the rest of the crowd. He was a little older, maybe 19 or 20 and was extremely well put together. He was tall, blond haired and blue eyed.... honest! He wore boxer style swimming trunks and sported bulging leg muscles and well formed pecs that were lightly covered with hair. His biceps swelled and ballooned out with just the smallest movement. His wide shoulders sat over a washboard abdomen that complemented his narrow waist. All this manhood did not escape my notice as well as the notice of two very attractive girls who seemed to be glued to his shadow. Everywhere he moved they went with him. I couldn't hear all of the conversation, but the three of them seemed to be having a good time and it was obvious that this fellow had no trouble getting dates or getting laid when he wanted to. At some point, I realized that the sun was getting the best of my pale skin and that I had enough exposure to the ultraviolet. I told my brother I was returning to our truck to be with Mom and Dad. He said he was going to hang around the pier for a while longer. I shook off the water in my hair and began the walk back to the picnic area. As I climbed the gentle slope of the lakeside, I passed by the public restroom and took a quick detour to take a dump. I walked in the facility and was met by the heavy wooden smell of the building. It was made of roughly hewn wood and had an odor of disinfectant and wood. I went into one of two toilet stalls and closed the door and took care of business. I pulled up my swimming trunks was about to leave when I heard the sound of bare feet on the concrete floor and an instant later heard the sound of the door next to mine opening, then closing. Curiosity got the better of me and I took a peep through a crack in the toilet wall through the not-too-well-fitted wooden planks of the toilet stalls. To my surprise, it was the Adonis I had admired at the pier. The adjacent toilet did not face the same direction as mine. Instead, it faced the wall that I was peering through. I decided to wait a few minutes before leaving. Adonis had pulled his trunks down to his ankles and was sitting on the toilet. He immediately bent over and slipped his trunks and jock strap off his ankles, stood and hung them over a hook on the toilet wall. He then sat down on the toilet. Seconds later it was obvious that he was not in the toilet for the same reason I was because he leaned back against the toilet tank, and spread his rippling legs wide and reached for his crotch. Between his legs was a nicely shaped circumcised dick, of average size, and a beautiful set of gonads. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes and fondled his now swelling dick. He pulled at his nuts with his left hand and gently tugged on his dick with his right. Moments later his dick had reached its maximum of 6 to 7 inches and he started a rhythmic motion with his fist. It occurred to me that he might be aware of my presence, but if he were aware of it, it apparently didn't bother him. I watched as he put his right fingertips to his lips and wet them with saliva and then moistened the tip of his dick. He then rubbed the saliva over the tip of his root making it shiny. He made a tight circle with his thumb and index finger and then using very short and fast strokes jacked the darker red corona of his dick. He did this for some time, repeatedly wetting his fingers and stimulating just the head of his dick. Each time he jacked it, he tensed up. His abdomen tightened, his eyes squeezed shut and with an open mouth, he squirmed in pleasure. His head turned sideways, his left hand cradling his nuts, and with his legs bulging, he continued to give himself pleasure. Now he stopped for a moment and I could see what he was doing. He milked his root from bottom to tip and a huge blob of pre-cum oozed over his dick. He pinched it off the end of his penis and put it to his lips. With his eyes closed, the clear ooze was put on his lips and then licked off with his tongue. More milking, more lube, and this time it was rubbed over his nipple. His nipples stood erect and as he touched the lube to their tips, he deliberately made the silky liquid form long strings between his finger and nipple. Now some of the lube was being rubbed between his thumb and finger until it became paper white. This too, was then applied to his parted lips. My own dick was now throbbing hard and I rubbed it gently and wanted like hell to jack off my own dick, but decided to wait longer and watch more of the show. Now he jacked his dick with a closed fist, but only for a few seconds. I was surprised to see even more of the pre-cum ooze out. This man was a fountain. This time he put his cupped left hand under the tip of his penis and milked it again. Several milkings put a dime-sized puddle of fluid in his left hand. Now he shifted his butt, spread his legs and put the wet left hand to his ass. He then pushed a finger up his anus. Bent slightly forward, and in an awkward way, he then jacked his root and gently ran his finger in and out his ass hole. His face once more revealed his feelings. He closed his eyes tightly, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He pursed his lips and breathed through his mouth. I could see his mouth silently forming the words 'Fuck.....fuck......fuck....' as he fingered himself. I saw, as he stroked his dick, that more pre-cum crept out and was being slung over his legs by the jerking of his hand. Rounded droplets of fluid spotted the generous hair on his arms and thighs. Now he changed his routine, removed his finger from his butt and sat once again on the toilet seat with his back to the toilet tank. Now he started jacking his dick as before with his left hand cupping his balls. He stroked regularly and would periodically pull at his nut sack with his unoccupied left hand. He moved his feet from the front of the toilet and put a foot on either side of the toilet so as to spread his muscled legs even more. He appeared to be nearing his peak because he now began to jerk spastically. As he stroked, the sudden waves of intense feelings caused his head to jerk to one side as if he were suddenly saying 'No!' His upper lip tightened over his teeth and his legs periodically splayed outward. I could see more of the pre-cum being slung over his abdomen. I could see that he was now ready to shoot his wad. But to my total surprise, he very quickly shifted his butt forward on the seat and in a sudden move he lifted his feet and put them against the wall that I was peering through. Then with his left hand under his left knee, he pulled himself forward slightly and then bent his stiff dick toward his face. With a practiced motion, he then aimed a thin stream of hot white cum to his open mouth. The first squirt hit his cheek. The second and third strings went into his mouth, but not all remained. Some semen dripped over his lips. As the last spurt of white sticky stuff blobbed out of his pee hole, he once again did a most enviable thing. Almost without effort he bent almost double and with ease slurped the remaining cum off the end of his dick with his lips in two kiss-like actions. After cleaning his body with some toilet tissue, he pulled his jock and trunks on and quickly left. My own body was now quivering in anticipation of my self-induced orgasm. With my hands shaking uncontrollably, I pushed my trunks quickly to my ankles. Long streams of pre-cum had already wet my jock strap in a quarter sized puddle I dropped back on the toilet seat and had barely fisted my root when the pleasurable squeezing feeling began in my lower abdomen No more than three or four strokes from my hand made me grunt and jerk backward. I forced my eyes open as I saw the thick rope of cum leave the end of my dick and splat over my stomach. The sudden intense contractions of my sex muscles made my arm jerk to one side, slinging a big wad of my load on the wooden wall. My nostrils filled with the pungent odor of my semen and I held my dick and shivered as if I had been dumped in a snow bank. I remember that afternoon as if it happened yesterday. Years later, I was able to replay the action in my mind again and again as I used it in my masturbatory fantasies.