Gay Erotic Stories

Years ago, one summer, my folks bought a new house in a new survey. In short order, all the neighborhood boys got to know each other and became friends. We did all the usual boys stuff, baseball, games, Saturday afternoon matinees etc, Stan was the oldest with a real strong sexual curiosity and he quickly became the Leader of the Pack. Bill, George, Bob, Charlie and myself (the youngest) made up the rest of the group. Because our parents worked during the day, we were all daytime urchins with time on our hands. That first summer, we were all at Stan's place watching TV one day, when Stan rose and locked both doors to the house. He then turned off the TV, and demanded that each of us drop our pants, he wanted to see what we had. Nobody obeyed him; I guess we were all scared or perhaps shy. Stan then said, "OK, then I guess it's up to me!" He dropped his pants and started fondling himself in front of us. Everyone was amazed at the size of his delightful pecker and how it grew larger with each stroke, at least 7 and a half inches. Then Bill and George year followed suit, they started jerking off too and encouraged the rest of us to join in. Bob and Charlie hesitated but soon stripped and they too were spanking the monkey. Not me, I was too scared. Then Stan commanded us all into the bathroom. He dragged me in fireman style and made me watch as all but him squirted their jizz into the toilet. Stan had stopped stroking until the other guys erupted. Then he put me on my knees, grabbed me by the hand and made me jerk him off. I thought he would cum in the toilet too, but instead he came all over my face. I was kind of horrified and angry, but also felt a strange new sensation in my groin, I was deeply aroused. It was weird but also kind of enjoyable. Then Stan said, "OK pull his drawers down." I started kicking and screaming but to no avail. They de-panted me very quickly. Then Stan started fondling my scared soft cock. Wow, oh boy, I began to stiffen, and became hard as a rock. Gosh did it feel good. Stan made them take turns jerking me while another would fondle my balls. I had never even masturbated yet, and with all of them working on me I experienced an intense sexual feeling I had never felt before, I was hooked. And so for the next few years, we circle jerked when ever we could, or if only two of us were around, we would masturbate each other many times a day. Bob and I even fantasized that one of us was a woman and we started kissing each other, even French kissing. In fact all the guys looked forward to getting together and getting the rocks off. We even started fucking the crack of each other's asses, no penetration, but still enough to cum on the other guy’s back. What Stan had started was very, very pleasurable for us. One day, Stan and I were on his folk’s bed spanking each other's monkey, when he asked me to suck him off. "NO WAY!" screamed. "Come on." He said, "I'll do it to you too!" "No No No!" I retorted. "Just for a little while." he said "I just to see what it feels like." "No, No, No" I screamed. Then Stan straddled my chest and tried to ram his beautiful love muscle down my throat. I moved my head back and forward and tried as hard as I could to get out from under him, but he was too strong. My last resort was to grab onto and squeeze his balls. He begged me to stop, I then told him to get off, all the time holding onto his family jewels. When I was sure I had a clear path, I let go and jumped out the door as quick as I could and went home. A strange thing happened that night. Lying in bed, I remember how Stan had taught us the pleasure of basic sex and how good it felt. I thought about Stan's request all night and how maybe it would feel good too. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, I fantasized about the time Stan came on my face and how maybe I could bring him on with my mouth. Well, the next morning, after both our parents had gone to work, I phoned Stan and asked him to come over to talk. He showed up in five minutes and we sat in the living room. Boy was he surprised when I asked, "Do you still want a blow job?" His jaw fell down to his chest and in a choked, squeaky voice he gulped "Yeah". "OK" I said, “I'll do it if you do it to me first, lets go into the bedroom." We stripped on the bed and stroked each other hard, Then I said, "OK Stan, suck it!" He dropped to my crotch; his hands still wrapped around my cock and paused for what seemed like an eternity, while he built up the courage. I just lay there motionless, I knew he really didn't want to do it, and I said, "Stan if you don't, I won't either." After another eternity, he finally put my peckerhead in his mouth, and once again paused for a few seconds. Then he bobbed up and down twice before pulling off. Wow! Did it feel excruciatingly good, I was instantly rock solid. "OK, it's your turn." he said. By this time, I was so excited and deeply wanted to experience the feeling of his exquisite cock in my mouth. I went to Stan's crotch, looked at his beautiful throbbing love muscle and just dove right on it. I slipped my lips on his shaft and applied just enough suction to be tight enough. I slowly slid my moist lips down to the base and then back. To this day, I have never heard such a moan as the one Stan gave. This excited me even further, I repeated slowly, then slowly again and then started bobbing up and down as fast as I could. I could feel Stan's cock getting stiffer, until it was rock hard, and I could feel the semen tube enlarging. Stan bellowed, "I'm coming, I'm coming" and I pulled off just in time to get my chin and my chest covered in jizz. Till the day we parted, Stan says that was the greatest blowjob he ever had. Stan jerked me off very quickly and I shot my jizz on my chest to join Stan's cream, then we both collapsed in ecstasy. Well, if you can read between the lines, the next few days, I fantasized about swallowing and getting my ass fucked. I realized that that I was gay, that it was OK and I loved it. Very soon, with Stan, I sucked and swallowed, and found that I passionately desired it. It felt great knowing I could give someone the ultimate of pleasure and with my willing mind, the sensation of tasting and swallowing love juices was ecstatic. That same day, Stan used some margarine and broke my anus cherry for me, he fucked me until I came. It was a slow cumming, somewhat like a woman's orgasm I've been told, and the feeling of cumming without anyone touching my pecker was enormously intense and strength sapping. And so, as a teen, I had experienced what takes a lifetime for other people to go through. The rest of the gang didn't know we were doing it, but I became Stan's Love Slave. I sucked him dry and spread my legs hundreds of time until the military called him up. I never saw Stan again, but I thank him to this day for helping me find myself.