Gay Erotic Stories

Uncle Len was my mother’s twin brother. He had matured early and by fifteen, he had gotten a local girl pregnant. She died during delivery and my Uncle raised his son by himself. I was born when my mother was seventeen. Charles, or Chuck as he preferred, was nearly two years older than I. Uncle Len was six foot eight; lean and built like a runner. By the time I was eighteen, I was six foot four inches tall. To celebrate my birthday, Uncle Len invited me to a party at the cabin at Lake Cavannaugh. Driving north from Seattle, I wondered what he had planned for this occasion. Speeding as I always do, I arrived an hour early. I parked my Mustang next to his old truck and made the trek up the slope to the cabin. I knocked on the door and then entered. He was in the loft. He called down to me, “Oh, good you got here early; I hoped you would.” His lean body appeared at the top of the stairs. He was only wearing shorts. For someone thirty-five, he was magnificent: his torso was smooth and his muscles well defined. His upper body was covered with a thick matting of hair in a typical male pattern, across the chest and then down the center and disappearing into his shorts. His legs were nearly as well covered. His thighs bulged, as did his calves as he descended the stairs. He walked miles everyday as a surveyor. He grinned and hugged me as he reached the bottom of the stairs. I had never been this close to him wearing so few items of clothing. I hugged him in return and took the opportunity to run my hands up his strong back. He loosened his tight hold on me and kissed me softly on the mouth. His pelvis moved slightly to press against me. Was he getting a hard-on? It must be my imagination. “Happy Birthday, Jack.” He kissed me again, this time on the forehead. Then his huge hands slid down and he cupped my ass and pulled me against his now obvious woody. He released his hold but kept his arm around my shoulder as he led me into the kitchen. I slipped my arm across his back and tucked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Looking down at his shorts, the bulge was obvious. And peeking from the opening was his snakelike cock. Several inches of long lean cock were visible, the corona outlined under the foreskin. His hood was a couple of inches longer than the growing penis. A clear string of precum hung in a knotted line from the folds of his overhang. He stopped near the sink and leaned back against the cabinet. His cock jerked upwards and more precum drooled from the opening. He saw me look at his exposed manhood. His face blushed red as he wondered how to handle the situation. I solved it for him. It was obvious to me that he had wanted certain things to happen. I had seen his huge penis once when I was twelve. We were at the community pool and he was toweling off after a shower. I had wondered about that giant for six years. I smiled at him and grabbed the waist of his shorts and pulled them down. His incredible cock broke free and leaped upwards. It was over a foot long and more than two inches across the flared crown. There was still a gathering of foreskin that hid the corona. Precum was nearly flooding from the excited beast as I wrapped both hands around the monster and stroked downwards until I was stopped by his pelvis and tennis ball sized testicles. “What a perfect birthday present!” I told him. “I hoped all the hints I had planted over the years would bring it to me for this special day!” His face cooled and I stroked the beast in a long rapid rhythm. I had never imagined anyone capable of this much anticipation. His cock was still spewing an unbelievable supply of precum. Both my hands and his fourteen inch shaft and his monster balls were drenched as his cock continued to harden. “Faster,” he begged. I increased the rhythm. My hands were a blur flying up and down the majestic length of his fleshy pole. “Yes!” he screamed and his balls slammed against my fists as I stroked downwards. I knew he was ready to unload and I wanted to taste his whipped cream. I nearly gagged as I tried to stuff his huge dick in my face. The head and the flared ridge of the corona filled my mouth. His river of semen slammed against the roof of my mouth and I tried to swallow his ejaculate as his balls exploded. With the head and a few inches of the giant shaft in my mouth there was no room for all that emission. He came in buckets full of jism. I sucked to drink his flood. Then I suckled trying to gain nourishment from every release. His juices flowed like Hoover Dam had burst. A torrent of pleasure flooded from his distended cock into my eager face and then sprayed out past my lips and dripped down my chin and onto my chest. The harder I sucked, the more jism he released. My body was soaked with his orgasm. Then his huge hand pulled my jeans free and my own cock erupted with just the touch of his mighty hand. Our fluids mingled as his hand caressed my ten inches. The first emission streaming skyward and splattering down on his heavily furred chest. Every nerve in my body erupted at once. He held me tightly to keep me from collapsing. My face and front were covered with his release. He kissed my lips as his softening cock slipped free; his tongue swirling to mix his with mine. I captured us both as my own tongue wrestled with his. We held each other tightly and I felt tears of joy trickle down my cheeks. His cock softened and my own relaxed a bit. He grabbed a wet cloth and wiped us both clean. I had never had such an incredible experience. We both quickly dressed when we heard Chuck’s vehicle pull into the parking lot. To be continued...