Gay Erotic Stories

Life Ain't Always Peachy Ever since I was about 10 years old, I was always fascinated with the parts of other boys. I don't know why exactly, but I do know that I always had to look at a penis whenever I could. Before Internet porn came out, I would go to the local bookstore and look for bodybuilder magazines. I would always touch myself and fantasize about the muscular hunks. By the time I was 13, I had met a lot of friends and started hhanging out with a lot of guys. I remember one summer when we all went swimming at the local pool. When we were all getting changed and I though I was in heaven seeing five different penises in my vision. I has quite a time jerking off that night! The summer after that, when I was 18, I had my first experience with a guy. It was a friend that I had met from the swim team, and his name was Jason. I thought he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We had become fast friends and he asked me to sleep at his house one night. We both stripped down to our briefs and lay down on the floor. We both fell asleep at about 2 in the morning. At about 3:30, I felt something grab my organ. It turned out it was Jason rolling over and putting his hand directly on my crotch. It turns out that he wasn't sleeping, and that he was trying to make a move. "I'm sorry Scott, I didn't mean to...." "It's ok, you can keep doing it if you want." I pretended to sound groggy, like I didn't know what was happening. He continued playing with cock until I had a full blown hard on. He then pulled off his briefs, and then mine. He stroked my penis until I came all over the floor. It was then I realized that I had a partner for the rest of the summer. I did not know it then, but Jason would be my partner for the rest of my life. We would always sleep at each other's houses and have all night sucking and fucking sessions. Over the next three or four years, we started to get a bit kinky. We bought rope, handcuffs, and all that other good stuff. We would tie each other up, tickle, spank, and whatnot. You name it, we did it. We even liked to take "golden showers". One night we were at my house, and my parents weren't home, so we decided to have fun. I got out rope from my closet and tied his hand to his ankles, so I could have easy access to his horny hole. I licked it with love, savoring every last lick until I throttled my penis into his awaiting asshole. He loved every second of it. It was then that I realized that we were both having fun, so I got out a paddle from my closet. "Please Scott, spank me. I have been bad." I then took the paddle and patted him lightly on his tight ass. I did this continually until he shouted, "harder! Harder!" I took this as an invitation to spank his ass until it was as red as blood. I showed no mercy. It was then that I heard him start to cry in pain, for I was tearing his ass apart and spanking it until it turned red. He cried for minutes as I spanked him hard. Tears flowed down his face like a faucet. I turned him around and saw him crying, and I couldn't take it anymore. "Oh Jason, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you bad." I then took Jason in my arms and embraced him until he stopped crying, which took quite awhile because of the severe pain he was experiencing. "No, its my fault, I told you to spank me." I then kissed him on his mouth and forehead lightly. I then realized at this moment that I loved Jason and that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. When we were both 25, we decided that we wanted to adopt a child. By now, we were miserable with life because everyone ridiculed us for being gay. I needed to take my anger out on something. So I thought that getting a child would be bad because I knew that I would abuse it. But Jason insisted, for he always wanted to be a father. "Fine, we'll get a kid, but it cannot be a baby. How 'bout someone in about then range of 5-8?" "Fine with me" We went to the welfare office one morning to find a child to take home. We went an orphanage to see who we wanted take. I took particular notice into a boy that was about 16, and who was crying in the corner. I couldn't resist looking, so I went over to see what was wrong. "Hi, I'm Scott. What's your name? What's the matter?" "I'm Toby. I was put in here when I was 14 because my parents abused me when the found out I was....." "When you were what?" "When they found out that I liked other boys." This surprised me. But then I realized that me and Scott loved each other when we were about 14. I told him to wait a minute. I went over to Jason and told him about the kid. "Jason, this kid is such a sweetie. We have to take him." "Why should we? I like that kid over there." "But this one is the one, I know it." "How is that?" "Because he is like us!!!" "What?" "You heard me." Jason then went over to the boy, who had started crying again. I found out later that he cried because none of the other kids liked him because he was a homo. He melted Jason's heart like butter, and before you knew it, he was living with us in our apartment. "So Toby, when did you first realize that you dug guys," I asked him. "When I was about 13. I was always fascinated with penises and butts and having sex with other boys in the locker rooms." "I'll be damned, that was just how me and Jason were." He then asked me if we took him in just because he was gay. That really was the main reason I wanted him, but he was so sweet and cute that I could not refuse, so I lied. "No, I liked you because you seemed like you needed someone to understand you, And I, understand you completely." We all decided later to go to bed. We had made another bed for Toby in the guest room. He stayed in there while me and Jason made love in our bed. We had to be sure not to make noise because we didn't want to wake up Toby. But we weren't quiet enough. Toby came into our room butt naked and asked if he could join. His grin just melted my heart, so I let him. We all made love until the break of dawn. When I woke up, I noticed Toby was gone. He was in the kitchen making coffee for all of us. I had just gotten dressed to get ready for work, and was waiting for Jason to get ready because I gave him a ride to work. "Hi Scott." "Hi Tobe. How are you this morning." "I feel awesome." It was then that I realized that I was falling in love with my new "son" as well. I felt the same way I had when I first fell in love with Jason. Me and Jason left for work as Toby spent the day at the house. I worked at a conservative workplace, where no one would dare to be gay. But all of my co-workers found out and threatened to tell my boss if I didn't do what they told me. So by the time I got home from work, I was angered by all of the ridiculing. When I am angry, no one wants to be near me. Unfortunately, Toby didn't know that. "Hey Scott. How was your day?" "Fuck off." "What was that for?" I was so intolerant of everything that I went over to Toby and pushed him into the counter on purpose. He held his back in pain. "What the fuck was that for?" "Don't talk to me like that." "Fine, what was that for though?" "Just leave me alone." "NO" "What?" "I said no, I want to know what the hell is up your ass. It certainly ain't nobody's dick." I got so pissed at him for saying this that I grabbed him by his throat and threw him on my bed. I took out rope and handcuffs from my closet and tied him up to my bed as best as I could. His ass was up in the air, and he was naked by now. I could see the look of horror on his face. I started slapping his bare ass with my hand. I left a prominent mark there. He started crying. I could feel my heart starting to melt. But I was so furious that I continued. I took out a dildo, lubed it up, and shoved it in his ass, hard. It almost tore his asshole apart into two pieces. I plunged it all the way in until it could go up no farther. "That will teach you to talk to me like that." "I'm s...s....s...sorry. Pl...pl....pl....please let me go. You're scaring me." He started crying again, which made me untie him and hold him in my arms until he was solaced. He forgave me and we went on with our lives as normal. We got along great until he turned 21. He had now realized that being gay wasn't fun anymore. He experienced the same ridicule I experienced everyday at work. He became just like me. As for Jason, his life couldn't have been better. We all had threesomes every night, until one night when something terrible happened that I never though possible. Jason was leaving me. "Please don't go...you are all I got. I love you, don't leave!" "I don't like the way you are treating me. You are very abusive and I don't like living with you at all anymore. I don't know what has gotten into you over these past few years." He hadn't know that I was being ridiculed at work, so he thought has just changed overnight. "I'm sorry, I will change." "No you won't.....good-bye." And it was over like that. Done with. He was out of my life forever. I sat and cried on the couch until Toby got home from the store. He sat next to me and hugged me and kissed me until I was able to tell him what happened. He told me that everything would be ok and that I would live through this. And he was right. I was over him in about 2 weeks, for I had a new lover, my "son" Toby. Me and Toby had great sex together. Even though was abusive to him, I let him retaliate on me at times. One night, I will never forget, was when we had the best sex of our lives. He tied me up and spanked me until I was whimpering. He then rimmed me for about a half an hour. It felt so great on my aching ass. He shoved his penis into and pumped me until he spurted cum into me. I felt it leak out of me, and Toby was right there to clean it up. He then turned me over on my back and gave me great head. It was the first time that he had deep throated me, and it felt great. I came in his mouth and he ate all of it up. I did the same to him for hours and hours. That next morning, I called in sick to work, which wasn't a good idea. I got so far behind in my work that the staff told me of my orientation, and I was fired on the spot. I went home crying, and Toby was there to care for me. From then on, I knew I had a new lover. I am now in a new job consoling teens and young adults about there sexual orientation. Me and Toby are still together. We have great sex every night, and my life is much better. And once in while, we get a call from Jason......but that is a different story altogether. To be continued. Did you enjoy this? This is a story of fiction, and none of this has actually happened in my life. If you liked it, e-mail me at Italian13@hotmail.com. THANKS!