Gay Erotic Stories

Time I wrote a new WARNING! I think! So let me tell you something that you'll probably find of use to you. The story that you'll see below contains descriptions of two (or more!) men having sex together. If you don't like the sound of that (I'll let ya off!) go and find something else that's more your thing (the internet is a big place!). Then we have the other situation where you might want to read the story. If you do want to read it, go ahead and do so. Just please make sure that you are old enough in the country where you are downloading this file to look at things that relate to guys having sex together. 18 if you live in the United Kingdom, 16 in the Netherlands, 18/21 (depending which state you live in the United States), as for the rest of the world, then you'd do well to educate yourself and find out what the legal age is! Strange as it might sound, I like people to let me know what they think of my stories. So, for your convenience, there are a couple of ways you can get in touch; email me at ian.britton@virgin.net or you can 5813636ICQ PAGE me and leave a quick note. Anyone who gets in touch will be given the URL to my website, which I am currently in the process of updating. As always, thanks to everyone who wrote with regards to my last couple of stories. Thanks also to the people at the Nifty Archive for putting my two part story in a folder of it's own ('cos it really didn't make sense unless you read the two parts!). I look forward to you telling me what you think about this one. Push Harder! by Ian Britton (ian.britton@virgin.net) "That's good, oooo! go on, do it some more. Push harder! Ride my ass you fucker." I tell him, as he's spread across my back, plunging his nice, neat, 8" erection deep inside my bowels. This was probably the best money making scheme I've ever come up with. Call me a whore if you like, but this is the best job going. I get to have sex with the most gorgeous guys around, and they pay me for it. It's not unsafe either. I only offer my services to the guys at school. Nice kind of arrangement really, they say that their girls won't let them get their rocks off, so they pay me to provide the 'entertainment' for them. Let's be honest about this though. A school full of sex crazed teenage boys, giving me their hard earned cash to have sex with them. Nah, it's not because their girls won't let them take them to bed. They just prefer to have sex with someone who knows a little of what their feeling. They just prefer to fuck a guy - no questions asked - rather than take some cheap slut to bed. If you were thinking about contacting me for a bit of a session, then I hope you can afford the air fare. My name's Sean and I live in Melbourne, Australia. Oh, and by the way, I only do guys around my own age, 18, although I have been known to help out some of the guys at the college nearby. So I suppose I'll consider doing with you as long as your not older than 25, you accept that I lay down the rules, and you've got $5 to spare. So maybe you don't fit into my strict criteria to become one of my clients. I won't leave you out of the fun. I'll let you into a secret of my best client. My best client because he's the only one of the boys that I have ever loved deeply, the only one I have ever had truly great sex with. And the one who probably comes across, if you ever met him, as the straightest guy around. Maybe you want to know a little more about me first. Just to get you into the mood you understand. Let me see. You already know that my name is Sean, you know I'm 18 and you know I go to the local high school. I guess you don't know what I look like. I suppose I'm quite lucky. I have plenty of offers from girls around school and near where I live. Of course, I'm not interested in any of them. It's only the guys that I'm after. Anyway, on with the description. I have this blond hair here, cut short, just the way I like it. Big, wide blue eyes, a little button nose, red lips and a white smile. My appearance is very important to me, and I guess in my line of work, it's even more important. I mean, the big guys wouldn't want some ugly fucker cumming up their asses. I guess, if you saw two photographs, one of me, and one of the Australian TV teenage heartthrob, Jessie Spencer who plays Billy in Neighbours, then you'd probably need a couple of moments to tell us two apart. I keep myself in good shape too. I'm not your average scrawny teenage boy. Nope, I like to work out down at the gym, but I don't want to over do it. I'm no muscle hunk either, just right. I guess you could say that I look like your average boy-next-door. It started when a few guys from school were talking together, and one of them, Simon, was complaining that he couldn't get his girlfriend into bed. After the group had finished talking and we were all heading our separate ways home, I suggested that I could maybe help him out with his little problem, for a price of course. Simon, a little embarrassed at first, decided that his right arm couldn't quite do the job anymore and he agreed. He paid me five bucks to suck him off. Then, the next day, he went into school and must have told the rest of his mates that if they were ever feeling a little too frustrated, then they should pass me five dollars and I would take care of their problem. So it got around the boys in school that this little enterprise of mine was up and running. The girls must have wondered why their boyfriends suddenly stopped trying to push them into bed. I got my nickname, Fiver, and whenever a boy in the school needs my help, he comes up to me, gives me a time and place, asks me if I'm free, and passes me a $5 bill. Of course, what the dumb shits don't know, is that I would do it for nothing, I just can't get enough sex. I only made Simon pay the first time because I wanted to hide the fact that I am gay. Still, it's a good cover and it's still working. One of the older guys came up to me yesterday. I had seen him around the place and asked a couple of the other guys about him. I found out that his name was Michael and that he was in his last year of school before heading off to Uni. Anyway, he came up to me in the corridor just as I was going into a maths class, he asked me if I was Fiver, I said I was, and he slipped him a folder piece of paper. When I got to my seat, I unfolded the paper, there was a $5 note with it and an address and a time (6:00pm tonight) written on the paper. Just another order for my service. But this one was different. I was hot for this guy! As it was summer I was able to show my tan off to the best of my ability tonight. I slipped on a tight white T-shirt and a pair of blue denim shorts with just a pair of white trainers. No underwear. I left the house and went to the address on the paper. One of the big double fronted houses in the more upmarket suburbs of the city. The front of the house was painted pure white the windows of the front rooms in the house were wide open. I walked up the tree lined path and knocked on the front door. Within a couple of moments the door opened and Michael was standing before me, wearing only a pair of brief style, black, swimming trunks. "Hi there Fiver!" he said to me, a slight giggle in his voice. "Just you and me in this big house tonight buddy. Why don't you come out the back with me, around to the pool." he said. I took another quick look at him. His short black hair, slicked back with just water. His body completely naked, except for his swimming trunks which held an impressive bulge in the front and an expensive looking wrist watch. His upper body was smooth and tanned. His pecs, pumped up from what must have been good long workouts. I now knew why his school shirt was stretched so tightly over his chest. Each of his pecs, like a snow capped mountain, although this time the snow was a broad, dark, sensitive nipple, just waiting for my tongue. His legs were as pumped up as his chest, not too long and not too short, just right! Nice and hairy, although the hairs, were lightly coloured, I guessed that they had been bleached by hours of lounging in the sun. I stole myself away from his body and looked up at his face, only to be greeted by a pair of wide brown 'come-to-bed' eyes looking straight at me. I was falling in love. I could only manage to say "Sure." as he turned around and I followed him through the house. Out at the back of his house, I was nearly bowled over by the site. A massive garden that seemed to stretch for miles. We stepped out of the house and onto the patio. Drenched in sunlight, I quickly slipped my trainers off and let my bare feet touch the scorching hot concrete. My eyes were focused on Michael's hot ass in those tightly fitting trunks as we moved over the neatly mowed lawn and onto the back patio. In the middle of the back patio, a swimming pool, full of the deep blue cold refreshing water that I needed to cool myself down from this particular situation. I couldn't believe that I was actually being paid to have sex with such and amazingly gorgeous hunk of a guy that every girl in my year wanted to please in anyway that they could think of. I watched him go to one of the many sunloungers that surrounded the edge of the pool. He stretched his legs apart, showing off even more of that inviting bulge in the front of his trunks. He called me over; "Come and sit here" he said, patting the part of the sun lounge right beneath his crotch. I went over immediately to him. I sat down where he instructed, although leaving a little gap between he and I. He put his ample arms around my torso and pulled me up close to him. I could feel through the seat of my shorts that he had pulled me right up. I could feel his chest as he breathed through the back of the thin cotton that was my T-shirt. I could feel the warmth coming from between his legs as his crotch pressed against the back of my shorts. "So then kid, what's your real name?" he asked me. "Sean." I replied. Giving him the information he asked for as quickly as I could manage, still not being able to truly believe my luck. "Sean. A nice name" he said. "Mine's Michael." he told me. "Yeah, I know that. Some of the guys at school told me." I replied. Unsure if I didn't sound a little too much of a brassy school kid with this guy. "Oh right." he said. "So, do any of your friends like to play with you?" he asked me, I could detect a slight laugh in his voice and I immediately relaxed, laying back against his body. "If they pay, sure!" I said, joining in the joke. It went silent after that for a moment. And I just enjoyed the situation. The warm afternoon sunshine glistening and reflecting off the water in the pool. And the feeling of the heat of a hunky guy against my back, and I was in paradise. "Right then Sean. Stand up." he told me, as straight as that. Although I was a little surprised at the sudden change in the atmosphere, I couldn't get enough of this guy. I said nothing and did as I was told. I stood up next to where Michael was outstretched on the lounger. I looked down at his crotch. His dick had clearly swelled up underneath the elastic material and was aching to be released. The sight of him getting horny started me off. And it wasn't long before I had tented my shorts with my 7" pole. "Getting a little excited aren't we!?" Michael said, laughing under his breath at his own joke. I looked down to the front of my shorts, sticking out, seven inches in front of me and smiled. "Let's see what we've got then." he said, turning serious again. He swung his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of his sun lounger and moved his hands up to the waistband of my denim shorts. He undid the big golden button and unzipped the fly. Carefully he placed his hand inside and took hold of my erection. "Nice and firm!" he commented with a wide smile. Keeping hold of my dick he used his other free hand to move my shorts down around my ankles. He let go of my prick and said to me "Take your own T-shirt of for me will you." I did as he requested and threw it down on the floor behind me. I stood there, with my hands at my sides, allowing the greatest hunk in Melbourne look me over. Michael went back to laying on the lounger. I did not move. I watched him though. I watched him very closely as his wide brown eyes looked me all over. His eyes stopped wandering over my sun baked flesh and concentrated on my cock and balls. He reached his hand back up to my cock again and slid his down the length of my shaft. He used his fingertips to brush through the hairs on the base of my shaft and around my belly. He took his hand and cupped my balls and brushed my hairy sac with his fingers once more. As he was doing this he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan; "Mmmmm!" over and over again. I shuddered as he brushed across my hairy balls for the third time. I was just aching to touch my throbbing tool and I could see precum just leaking from the tip of it. I managed to hold back though. Once again, Michael removed his hand from my body and lay back. Still with his eyes closed he pushed his hands into the tight material of his swimming trunks and started to move his hands up and down. Obviously trying to give himself some relief, but not enough as to create a premature orgasm. As he lifted his hands up, the top of his prick poked out of the top of his shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Smooth, like a baby's skin, pink clearly without a foreskin. He stopped. Took his hands out of his trunks and laid them on the bulge that I guessed mussed have been where his balls where, still with the tip of his dick sticking out of the top of the trunks he opened his eyes and looked straight up at me. "Ok then Sean!" he said, seemingly now even more relaxed than ever. "Time for you and I to have a little fun I think!!" he said, his wide brown eyes driving me crazy while sunlight seemed to reflect off his brilliant white smile. "Go and stand in the middle of the swimming pool for me.". I turned my back on him, but could feel his eyes sharply watching my ass with every step I took. I kneeled down at the edge of the pool and slipped myself in. The cold water against my baking hot skin nearly took my breath away. I walked slowly to what I guessed was the middle of the pool and turned around to face Michael again. When I did turn around, I nearly shot a wad straight into the pool with the sight that greeted me. Michael had got up from the lounger and was standing on the edge of the pool. He had taken his trunks off and for the first time, I saw him. Rather, I saw his 8" long, 5" wide cut tool and his massive balls tucked up underneath. What turned me on even more, was the whole lot was totally smooth, not a hair in sight. Literally, it looked that there had never been a hair on him. My mouth must have dropped because he looked at me, and I saw a bright glint in those brown eyes he said to me; "You like!?" smiling one of his biggest smiles as he did so. "Whoa man, I like a lot!" I replied. Now totally at ease with the situation, but more horny for this guy than I had been about any other guy before in my life. Michael dived into the pool, my eyes lost track of him when I saw his 8" erection splash down into the water. The first I knew about it was I felt something warm in the cold water on top of my dick. I looked down to find Michael was under the water, in front of me with his mouth clasped around my aching cock. I had to squeeze my ass checks together really tight to stop me from cumming there and then. Michael surfaced from the water in front of me. "Ok then!" he said, placing his hands around my waist and looking me deep into the eyes. "I get the feeling that I didn't really have to pay to get you in this position did I?" he asked me. I wasn't about to lie to this guy. "Nope, you certainly didn't have to do that!" I said, laughing when I saw him raise and eyebrow at me, but still with an almighty smile on his lips. "Didn't think so!" he said laughing. "So, you're a bit of a naughty boy then aren't you!? he asked me. "I guess I am, so what you going to do about it?" I said, carrying on with the joke. "Well, I can be a bit of a naughty boy too!" he told me. Again, he had the same glint in his eyes that he had when he stood on the edge of the pool. "I tell you what we do with naughty boys around here." he said to me. "We smack them - with this!" he laughed as he grabbed my hand and placed it on top of his 8 incher. It was an immediate reaction. When I had this guy's cock in my hand, I just had to start to stroke it. I felt Michael's hand hit me, it would have been a hard hit if it wasn't for the fact that we were standing in the pool. "No, you don't get to play with that until after!" he said, laughing again. "I'm going to smack you with my cane now, and you're going to enjoy it." he told me. "I think I'll definitely enjoy it!" I said. Michael laughed at my comment but said to me "because you're so rude, you're going to talk like a naughty boy while I'm doing it. Got it?" he asked me. This was turning me on even more. "Got it boss!" I replied. He kissed me on the lips and then moved around so that he was standing behind me. I felt his hand up the crack of my ass. His fingers probing the delicate flesh. He moved my cheeks apart and I could feel the cool water lapping against my hole. Then I felt him press and finger against my hole and enter me. As he did so, a small rush of water gushed pass my tight teenage hole and up my arse. Michael moved a single finger around inside of me. Pressing the walls of my chute with his fingertip. I felt the backs of Michael's hairy legs against the front of my own legs. His arms where pushed up so that they where up against my hairy armpits, his hands rested on my chest and his fingers played with my nipples. He was wrapping himself around me, getting ready to ride me, and he was bloody good at it too! Because of the water, it was easy for me to hold him on my back. I felt his big prick in between my ass cheeks, almost like I had a big shit lodged there, only much nicer! As I could sense the tip of his cock moving closer to my waiting hole, and his belly begin to press against my back I had to move my hand to my own cock and start stroking it. Then, it hit. The tip of his cock pressing against my hole. I closed my eyes as tight as I could. I felt Michael's breathing getting faster and sharper as the moment arrived. He pressed, firmly and decisively, his prick head against my arsehole, and it gave way. The feeling was amplified ten times over by the water. I could feel the contrast as Michael stopped with his tip deep inside me for a moment to get his breath back. The hotness of his cock beginning to enter me, and the coolness of the cold water around the folds of skin that made up the sides of my hole. Slowly and gently, Michael pushed further and further till he had about three inches inside me. I couldn't help but move my prick. The foreskin up and down the shaft of my rock hard prick. I had never felt it so hard before. It was like I could feel each blood vessel, rock hard. I almost seemed to go light headed as the blood rushed from my brain to fill cram every little space in my boy prick as tightly as possible, making it harder than diamond. And still, Michael kept feeding his rod into me. "This is where I speed up and you start the commentary!" Michael told me, yet he still managed to hold his gentle, but deep, horny Aussie accent. And he started pushing for all he was worth. I knew how hard it would be to keep talking and jerk my prick at the same time, but I wanted to please this guy like I had pleased no one else before, so I got to work on it. "Go on, feed that meat into me you fucking hard ass!" he pressed ever more tightly. There was pain, not much, the pain that was there was being soothed by the cool water as it lapped against the spot where Michael and I were joining ourselves together. The skin around my arsehole was being stretched to the limit by his thick piece of meat. Like a red hot poker up my ass, he kept pounding it in there. With one last effort, he got the whole thing up inside me. I could feel the tip pressing against my insides and that was threatening to send me over the edge. He began to withdraw and started to push and grind that thing inside me. "Rip me apart with that fucking horny dick of yours" I told him. Trying not to rip the foreskin off my dick because of the feelings that I was getting from his dick up my chute. "Go on, I want you to milk that thing inside me." I was actually pleading with him to stick it in as fast as he could. Each outward thrust made me want him more and more and more. Faster and faster he got, my hole was really being stretched. The water in the pool around us seemed to heat up as the heat from our bodies clashed. I could feel Michael breath against the back of my neck. He was still playing with my nipples, making them as hard as my dick in the water. Then he really went for it. I could feel his belly hit my back with each and every thrust of his dick up my ass. It was like a missile being launched inside me every couple of seconds. In and out, almost so that his tool was nearly all the way out, before ploughing it back inside to the hilt. Hitting my prostate glad with the side of his meat as he went. "Push it. Push it into me" I was almost shouting. I had long since given up think about what the neighbours would think, I just needed this thing deep inside me. "That's good, oooo! go on, do it some more. Push harder! Ride my ass you fucker." Michael was moving up and down on me for all it was worth. I felt my balls start to tense up and the jizz within me start to churn. I couldn't hold back any longer, the white stuff just started to jet of my prick and into the cold water in front of me. The strength of my orgasm was just amazing and at the top of my voice I shouted out to Michael behind me, "Push it! Push it in! Pusher harder! harder! Ram in inside me! Push it HARDER!". He pushed all of his 8" up inside me and held it there. My orgasm had finished, his had just started. I felt that unmistakable twitch from his cock deep inside me. I felt the cold water again slapping against my belly, and his thick hot cum slapping against the inside of my belly. Eight thick jet blasts of his cum and he was spent. He dropped off my back like a leech when it's full of blood, and just floated in the water for a moment. The two of us, exhausted, but very happy. "You're one hell of a tight kid!" Michael said to me, still struggling to catch his breath. I couldn't say a word and just nodded. I stayed with him for a few hours. We laid together on the sun lounger. Talking and wanking, and talking and wanking a bit more. We went upstairs in the house to his bedroom when the sun went down. I paid him back for our hot session in the pool, but I don't think that anyone could ever fuck as good as he can. I'm going back to see him again now - only this time, there's no charge! The end. There we go then, another job well done I hope you'd agree. I do have a website, but it's only open to people who write to me! I like comments, and suggestions. I don't mind if you want to tell me that you didn't enjoy what you've just read, I'd just like to know why! Drop me a line at ian.britton@virgin.net and I'll give you the URL for the site! "All this will not be finished in the first 100 days. Nor will it be finished in the first 1,000 days, nor in the life of this administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin." John F. Kennedy's inaugural address, 1961 Those in the UK who want Tony Blair's Labour government to change our country over night would do well to remember JFK's words. They are just as true today as they were in 1961.