Gay Erotic Stories

It comes for most of us eventually, the moment when you start thinking that the satisfaction of being a cop is no longer worth the pressure. You begin to notice it when you start doing different things to get you through the day, things that before you didn't have to do. For me, like lots of guys, it was booze. When that wasn't enough, there's always the harder stuff. I went around for weeks in a daze. Some guys hang on and work it out, but a lot of others hang it up. For me, being a cop was all I'd ever wanted to do; if I left it, I had no idea what would come next in my life. I called an old partner of mine who'd gone through the same thing a few years back. He'd ended up taking his family and going back to his hometown where he was now an assistant police chief. He told me to come up and visit him for a while. So I went north to see him. It's a pretty nice place, in the summer anyway, and Allan took a few days off so we could spend time talking. He was really cool about it, no pressure to decide one way or the other, but I soon realized that I didn't want to go back to being a cop, not in Chicago anyway. Eventually, Allan went back to work, but I wasn't ready to return to Chicago. "No problem," said Allan. "Hang out here as long as you want to." For the next little while, I was pretty reclusive, 'till Allan's wife suggested that the two boys (their sons are 12 and 8) take me swimming. I figured it was about time I did something relaxing, so I agreed. We went to a neighborhood pool. It was a warm evening, but not hot by Chicago standards, and the pool was not too crowded. I spent the first little while messing around with the boys, then went to go lay out in a lounge chair. It was then that I noticed one of the lifeguards sitting in a chair just off to my left. He was pretty young, like they all were, probably just out of high school. But I had never seen such a good-looking kid in my life. His handsome face was boyish with sharp features and light brown hair that was combed to the right like my own. His body showed a real dedication to working out, with nicely defined pecs, well muscled shoulders, and a fantastic set of abs. I looked between his smooth thighs and imagined the teenage meat that was hidden in his trunks. I must have looked a little too long or a little too obviously, because when I looked back at his face, he was staring right into my eyes. Embarrassed, I turned away, but not for long. My eyes kept wandering back to check him out. I didn't really think about it at the time, but this was really something different for me. I'd always considered myself straight, not into guys. Sure, I'd messed around as a kid, and as a cop, I'd had blowjobs from a couple guys who came onto me because of the uniform. Then there were those, mostly kids, who got caught but didn't want anybody (usually dad) to know they were speeding, or drinking, or whatever. In that case, the girls got their pussy stuffed, and the guys sucked my eight inch fuck club. That was fun, but I did it just because I could, not because I wanted it. This kid, though--I wanted him. Damn, I couldn't take my eyes off him. My dick began to swell and I touched my crotch to adjust myself in my shorts, and he looked at me as I did it. Our eyes locked once again. I positioned my legs so as to hide (as much as possible) my state of arousal and continued watching the young stud. A couple minutes later, another lifeguard came and took my guy's place. As the he climbed down from the chair, I watched the muscles in his tight butt flex. He stood briefly at the side of the pool, looking away from me as he scanned the water. In my mind, I dropped his shorts and caressed his magnificent ass cheeks as my hard-on throbbed. When he walked to the bathhouse, my eyes followed intensely every motion of his exquisite body. When I could no longer see him, I closed my eyes and began to daydream about my lifeguard stud. I pictured him kneeling before me, licking my cockhead and drinking the cum that he sucked from my horny dick. Then I imagined myself between his legs, tasting for the first time another man's rigid fuck stick. Then we wrapped each other up in a passionate caress while each of us kissed and fondled every part of the other's inflamed body. By now, my dick was leaking massive amounts of gooey precum and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing myself and jacking furiously until I shot off a monster load of man juice. It was while I was in this state that I heard a voice calling, 'Sir, sir!' Startled, I opened my eyes and looked toward the voice. To my amazement, the young lifeguard was standing there motioning to me. "Would you come with me for a minute, sir?" he asked. I stood up and began to follow the boy. My dick was so hard that it made the first few steps difficult until I was able to discreetly adjust myself. He stepped into the bath- house, looking behind himself to be sure I was following. Then he pulled out a key from a cabinet on the wall and walked to a door that said 'Manager.' I caught up to him as he inserted the key into the lock. My hand hung, shaking, about three inches from his sweet ass as he turned the doorknob and motioned me to go inside. "Is something wrong?" I asked as I walked in. He followed me inside and closed the door behind us, purposefully re-locking the door behind him. "No, sir. Not at all," he replied in a voice that seemed a little shaky. Then we looked at each other for a brief instant. "You like looking at me, don't you," he said. I looked into his beautiful eyes, then scanned down his smooth, slender torso until I was looking right at his crotch. There was a noticeable movement beneath his shorts followed by the beginnings of an obvious tenting. I smiled and looked back into his face. "Looks like you don't mind my looking at all." He smiled an embarrassed grin, then placed his hand on his shorts and shifted himself. I did the same to my own steely rod. Then he hooked his thumbs into the front of his swim trunks and pulled slightly downward. "Wanna see some more?" he whispered. Oh, God, how I wanted to see some more! But something caught me. This was the first guy I'd ever wanted to make love to. I wanted something more than just a quick jack off or blow job. I wanted to take this kid and make passionate love. I wanted to make him part of me, become a part of him. A romantic part of me that rarely surfaced was exerting itself. I hoped that he would not object. "Let's do this right," I replied as I stepped toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He reached out and did the same to me and we pulled each other tightly together. I heard a sweet moaning in my ear as he placed his tender face alongside mine and I felt his lips press against my neck. Then we began rubbing our hands up and down the bare skin of our backs. Unable to restrain myself (and seeing no reason to try), I dropped my hands a little lower each time until I was finally squeezing the young stud's beautiful ass cheeks. "Mmmnn, oooh, mmmnnn," he moaned continuously as I kneaded his tight buns and he began thrusting his hips against me. I moved so that my dick was pressed against his and felt the heat from his groin burning into my crotch through the fabric of our trunks. He grabbed at my ass and squeezed tight as we frantically pumped our horny dicks against each other. His breathing became gasping (mine, too, probably, but I was concentrating too much on him to really remember) and I realized I was getting him too close to cumming. I backed away and he looked at me with eager, questioning eyes. "It's O.K., man," I said. "We'll get there. Right now, I think I wanna see what you wanted to show me." He smiled at me and I put one hand on his hip and pressed the other palm against the hard ridge in his shorts. He inhaled sharply as I grasped his fuck pole. 'Oh, god,' I thought as I gripped him. 'This boy's as fuckin' big as I am!' I slipped my other hand up the side of his torso 'till my thumb found the cute button of his tit and began working it hard. My new lover looked at me as I massaged his cock and his tit, then put his hands on my hairy chest and started pinching my eager tits. Then he parted his lips and pressed his tongue toward me. I'd been so overwhelmed by every other sensation that kissing him hadn't even entered my mind, but I didn't let his invitation pass. I pressed my lips against his as his tongue shot into my mouth instantly. I sucked him passionately as my hand slipped inside his shorts and fondled the firm flesh of his young manhood. "My, god, that feels good," he whispered, speaking his first words since we began. "Nobody's coming in here, are they?" I questioned. "Manager's not here," he said breathlessly. "I got the only spare key." "Good," I replied, as breathless as he. Always before when I'd been with a guy, I'd pushed him to his knees and shoved my cock in his mouth. But this wasn't the same as all those guys. I didn't want this kid to do me as much as I wanted to make him feel good. So I knelt down and pulled his shorts halfway down his thighs. His proud fuck stick popped out and stood magnificently before me, shiny with precum on his head and shaft. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of it and brought it to my lips. He laid his hands gently on my head as I encircled his swollen cock helmet first with my tongue and then with my lips. I heard moaning above me as I pressed myself further onto his throbbing dick, filling my mouth with his hard-on. It tasted warm and mild, with the saltiness of his precum the dominant flavor. For several minutes, I worked his beautiful dick in and out of my mouth, alternately taking as much of his eight inches (at least!) as I could before pulling it out and licking-kissing-sucking-nibbling the reddened shaft. He seemed to like it when I dropped down between his legs and gobbled up his hairy balls, and I liked the feel of his soft-skinned ballsac rolling gently in my mouth. In time, the lifeguard stud became a little more active about this blowjob. Rather than simply allow me to suck him, he began to move his hips up and back, inspiring me to take him even further with each thrust. I surprised him, I think, and I certainly surprised myself, when I was able to get his entire swollen rod inside my throat. My forehead pressed against washboard abs and my nose inhaled the sexy scent of his dark, curly pubic hairs. I grasped his ass, pulling him tight into me, and fought the urge to gag. Suddenly, I felt his body twitch and shudder. His thighs quivered and his trembing hands stroked my head and neck as his hips bucked into me. His moaning increased in intensity and volume. I knew he was pouring his love juice into me, although his dick was too far back for me to taste anything. Quickly I pulled off. At that point, I wanted more than anything to see this magnificent kid's cock spray the man cream that I had coaxed out of it. And I was not disappointed. As soon as his dick was out of my mouth, an awesome rope of teenage cum blasted from him and showered my face. Although it may have been his second or third shot, it was as beautiful as any cumload I've ever seen from myself or anyone else. Even still, there was more to come, and I caught what I could with my mouth. Then, when all that was left were the final oozings from his slit, I wrapped him up in my lips once again and sucked the last of the pungent juice from his hard rod. I leaned back and looked up at him as he caught his breath. "Shit, man, that is hot! Fuckin' hot mouth, man!" "Thanks, kid," I answered. "You got a hot cock. Fuck, you got a hot everything!" He smiled at me and leaned back against the desk. His dick was softening, but mine throbbed as strongly as ever inside my shorts. He saw my tent and licked his lips. "My turn?" "Whatever you want," I replied lasciviously. In an instant, he was at my feet and ripping my shorts off me. Passionately, almost viciously, he attacked my cock with his mouth, pressing my length between my belly and his hungry lips as precum gushed onto my hairy abs. His tongue stabbed at the hot spot where cockhead meets shaft, then tried to dig inside my gaping piss slit. He grabbed my balls gently in his fist and fondled them as his lips covered my dick and he went down on me. I felt the cum begin to boil in my balls and knew there was no way I was gonna last long if he kept this up. Just when I was about to give up to the inevitable, he reached around me, grabbed my asscheeks, and spread them. Then the fingertips of one hand began to trace the hairy valley between them 'till he found, and stopped at, my tight asshole. My startled reaction temporarily halted my rush to orgasm and he sensed my new tension. Easing off my dick, he concentrated instead on the entrance to my fuck hole. Slowly, cautiously, he eased his finger inside, then probed the tender inner walls of my tunnel. He looked up at me. "How's that feel?" he asked. I couldn't answer. "It feels ... it feels," I kept stammering, without finding the word that could describe the strange but delicious new sensation. "Haven't you ever done ass stuff before?" he queried. I shook my head in the negative, and he beamed up at me. "God, man, is this really cherry ass?" I nodded, and then asked, "Are you gonna fuck me?" He misinterpreted my sense of wonder for anxiety, and he backed off, pulling his finger out of me. "Not if you don't want me to," he said. Before I could correct him, he stood up and said smartly, "Besides, it's your turn to cum. Will you fuck me?" My head spun as he sat on the edge of the desk and leaned back, spreading his legs. "Never done this either?" he questioned. I shook my head again. "It's easy, man, just get me ready with your finger, then stick it in like me like a pussy." He lay back and spit on his fingers, then rubbed that into his hole while encouraging me to do the same. My middle finger entered his hole and he withdrew his hand, allowing me total access to his fuck tunnel. I slipped in and around inside his hot boy pussy with first one finger, then two, as I watched the ecstatic expression on his face. All the while, my fuck stick was throbbing like never before and I couldn't wait to get inside this hot guy's ass-cunt. "Do you think you're ready?" I quietly asked. "Oh, god, yes. Put it in me. Fuck me, please." I approached him and put my hands on his spread thighs. He reached between his legs and took hold of my prick, guiding it to his hole. I felt him shudder when the tip of my cock touched his ass lips and I gasped as I pressed myself into him. I went deep with the first thrust, nearly to the hilt, and his hole clamped hard around my thick cock. Holding me there, he squeezed my rod with muscles that I never knew existed. After several seconds of that, his ass relaxed and he said, "Now do it, man. Fuck me hard." Needing no further encouragement, I pulled back until I was barely inside his ass, then reversed and slammed back into his hot, sweaty hole. He let out a tiny scream that encouraged me and I repeated the process, grunting as I pushed myself deep into his horny guts. Over and over, I thrust into his hot fuck tunnel, feeling myself edge closer to eruption with every stroke. He reached up and grabbed my arms, pulling me down to rub my chest and tits. I bent further over him and he opened his mouth, extending his tongue, which I touched with my own tongue. For a minute, our savage fucking was replaced with a tender kiss and caress, and he milked my cock with those awesome asshole muscles. When that was done, he pushed me back up and moaned, "Now fuck me! Harder! Harder!" I responded with the hardest fucking I'd ever done in my life. The feel of his tight hole, the sight of his hot young body, the sound of his urgent moaning, pleading--all of it combined to give me the fuck of my life. And the final glory was his big cock, standing hard and proud, bouncing with every thrust, precum drooling continuously onto his abs and filling up his cute belly button. I knew I was there. I gasped. He looked at my eyes. "Gonna cum?" he questioned. I nodded slightly but couldn't answer more. "Don't pull out," he pleaded (as if I would even want to!). "I want your cum in my ass!" Two more quick thrusts and I came. My entire body spasmed as my hard dick sent gob after gob of steaming fuck juice up my lifeguard's boy-ass. When I froze, motionless, he grabbed his swollen prick and started jacking himself. I put my hand on his balls as his second load of man juice shoot up through his fuck rod and out onto his smooth chest. When we were both spent, I slipped my softening cock out of his ass and lay down against his sweaty body. We just held each other until we heard the loudspeaker announce that the pool would close in ten minutes. "Stay here with me, please," he whispered. "They'll just figure I went home early. They can't come in." "I can't, baby," I replied softly. "I brought my friend's kids. I gotta take 'em home." "Come back then. I'll let you in." I looked at him. He was serious. This kid was becoming part of me. Maybe he sensed it. Maybe he just wanted to continue our fantastic sex into the night. Either way, I was gonna be back to find out. Want the rest of the story? He has a twin brother! kents11@hotmail.com