Gay Erotic Stories

The object of the pub-crawl is to stay within the rules and try to make the most number of pub stops before sleep or leglessness hits you. If anyone could make it, there were 21 pubs on tour. There are the sprinters: those who have two drinks to one stop. They usually make it to about pub seven then crash; and the stayers: they drink as slow as they can and sometimes make the complete tour (boring bunch). Whatever your class, everyone pretends they’re sober for a long time, regardless that they’re slurring and bumping into things. About pub # 4, I met Keith. He was one of the younger drinkers but was holding his own, although at times he was struggling. Keith and I got pretty chummy. We shared shouts and seemed to talk freely about anything. We were able to communicate well and I found him an interesting guy, even though he was much younger than I was. I don’t know if it was the volume of beer drunk, but Keith looked to be a class act. He was about 5’11” and weighed about 70 kgs. He had a sun-browned tan with fair wavy hair that was styled above his shoulders and kept neat. He had a pretty face, good teeth and was clean-cut. He wore a medallion on a string of leather around his neck. By pub #6 it had gotten fairly hot, so Keith removed his shirt, sunning himself on the balcony as our raucous group kept drinking and joking. Looking at Keith, I knew I’d made the right move. His chest was developed in a manly way showing nice lats and broad shoulders. Although he didn’t exactly have a six-pack, he did have a nice trim, taut waist. And that beautiful chest of his was entirely smooth and hairless. Mandy and Wendy, two of my friends, noticed the attention I was paying to Keith and made sure they ribbed me at every chance. They were the only ones who knew of my sexual preference. To the others, I was just another guy on the pub-crawl who loves a drink! Finally the seal had to be broken. I hate having my first piss during a long drinking session. One tends to pee twice as much as you drink, twice as often. I couldn’t hang on. I told Keith I had to pee. Surprisingly, he said to hang on, he was coming with me. I’d been to this pub previously. I knew my way around. I knew that the toilet in the bar area was the main one that everyone used. The other one was bigger and was used more frequently at nights. We walked through the lounge and found the empty shithouse. He might have chosen a stall in preference to the trough, but I led the way and ensured that I kept the conversation going as I fronted the trough; Keith came right along with me. I didn’t want to make it too obvious but I was feeling a bit horny and really wanted to see his dick and see what he had to offer. With no shirt on, Keith simply pulled the front of his shorts down and flopped out his doodle. I lifted my shirt and ensured it stayed out of the way of Keith’s view, hoping that he’d take advantage of the sight that I was offering. I lowered my short’s front and dropped out my cock. We’d both built up a strong reservoir of fluid as we siphoned our tanks. We both swayed watching the thick streams of clear liquid flow from our respective cocks. “Your piss is thicker than mine!” I said. “What d’ya mean?” “The stream is thicker. You’ve either got more piss or your dick’s bigger.” “Give us a look at yours.” I was still pissing and directed my flow in front of Keith. He directed his in front of me. We both checked out each other’s dick. He had a thick bush of dark brown pubes. His cock was paler than the colour of his stomach but his head was a rosy colour. It was a good three to four inches long, cut, and not overly thick. It looked a tasty morsel. I didn’t want to get too friendly too quick, knowing I had more time at more pubs. “’Bout the same size. Mine’s just coming out faster,” Keith said as we both admired his cock. He’d finished pissing but left his cock out allowing me to look at it some more. I forced mine to stop with only drips left. I gave it a few shakes and allowed it to stand freely. Keith was giving his the regulatory shake. He stood there, still with his cock out. I leaned forward and took it in my hand. My desire to feel it overcame my discretion not to. It didn’t seem to worry Keith. I know I was starting to harden and lengthen. “Big dick!” I said to him. He leaned forward and took hold of mine. His grip was warm and I know I was three parts hard. He was gently squeezing it, which was turning me on no end. His had started to harden as I was feeling his, caressing it within my palm. He moaned. “That feels good!” “If you keep getting harder I’ll end up giving you a blow-job!” I said. “Oh, I can wait!” He said it in a put-on fag voice but I’m not sure he didn’t mean it. I mean, I was rubbing his cock! I ran my fingers through his pubes around his shaft base before giving his hairless balls a squeeze. By the time my grip returned to the shaft, he was totally hard. Slowly I pulled back the tight skin from behind his crown. The head poked out further as my fist slid back to the base of his shaft. Keith gave another groan of acceptance as I slid my fist back towards the head and repeating my tightened slide. With each slide of my hand over his shaft Keith would renew his grip of my cock. His grip was tight but his palm was soft and felt heavenly over my cock-head. With my other hand I rubbed the strong but soft skin of his chest. His entire body was that of an immaculate athlete; tightly muscled but softened skin. My hand slid down his rippled torso, mingling within his pubes again. Keith took hold of my hand by placing his outstretched fingers and palm over the top of my hand. He led them down around his balls while my other hand continued masturbating him. He had his head cocked backwards, moaning at my feel. I kept bleating ‘lovely cock’ as I tightly held his. Between his groaning, I told him exactly what I wanted. “I’d love to suck your cock!” He replied, wincing, “I’d love you to, too!” Just as we started getting personal, we heard the damn whistle blow, bringing us back to reality. “Fuck!” Keith grunted. “I was just getting into that!” I let go of his stiff cock, stuffing my own into my pants. “Beautiful cock!” I said. “Another time, another place!” “Oh, I fuckin’ hope so!” Keith said. I squeezed his lunch and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Even his lips were warm; moist and warm. After the quick peck I returned for a longer pash. His tongue met mine as we openly licked each other’s. The feel and taste of his saliva was a huge turn on. It was kind of musky; thankfully he wasn’t a smoker. As we washed our hands before leaving the restroom, Keith posed me the question, “Are you gay?” “Why do you ask?” “Just do?” “Yeah, I am. Does that worry you?” “No, not at all!” “Are you?” I threw the question back to him. “I think I’m bi,” he said. “I like girls but boy I liked that, you know … what you just did!” As I was leaving the room, Keith had his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, giving me a little peck on the neck. “Where are you Keith?” a voice shouted as the first door opened. We were both nearly knocked over by the force. It was Jeff, a mate of Keith’s. He had Keith’s shirt in his hand. “There you are. Here’s your shirt. C’mon, man, we’re going!” Jeff said as we passed him in the airlock. Jeff slipped in for a leak. Keith donned his shirt. I quickly lifted it and tongued his nipple, knowing that we were in a safe zone, with Jeff behind us. Keith lifted my head to his and we enjoyed one last pash. As we broke apart I looked at Keith’s groin, pointing out to him that it was obvious he was horny. He repacked his lunch as we left the dunny. Taking our seat in the bus, we shared the second-backseat. Mandy looked at me as she entered the bus. She gave me a horrified look before her lips turned upwards and finished with a quick wink. Having Keith beside me felt so nice. As I pressed his flesh on his thigh I was immediately horny again. I felt his fingers rub the top of my thigh as we sat, holding independent conversations with others. It is difficult to concentrate on anything after seven plus schooners but successfully conversing with a boring punter while being groped by a much better prospect is perhaps the most difficult. As I talked with Reg, an overweight, loud expert who knows fuck-all about anything, Keith was talking to Deb in the seat in front of us. What she didn’t know, nor did Reg, was that Keith’s forearm was between my legs and he was heavily rubbing it over my lap and between my legs, occasionally taking hold of my cock which had tented within my shorts. Because he had my sloppy-Joe covering his lap and arms, partially covering my lap, I noticed an opening. I slid my fingers down the side of his shorts on the inside. Feeling the nylon fabric of his Speedos underneath made me stiffer. I checked that no one could see, then slid my hand inside his Speedos now freely feeling his rigid cock. I rubbed the head and felt his precum on my fingers. I used his precum and smeared it over his helmet-shaped head. Keith let out a loud moan, which surprisingly no one else heard. As I slowly but forcefully stroked his cock, he blew into my fingers. We were both unaware this was going to happen. He gripped tightly over the centre-pole of my tent as my fingers became a receptacle for Keith’s warm cum. I covered his head and shaft with it but he flinched, as it was extra sensitive after his ejaculation. I withdrew my hand. The conversations ceased as I looked at my cum-soaked hand resting on my own knee. We had a chuckle, watching a droplet form, grow and finally drop like a stalactite. There was still a large blob swirled in my palm. Keith watched as I drew my hand to my mouth then licked it clean. I wiped the remaining liquid on my calf. Keith tugged at his shorts straightening both legs, before leaning across my lap pretending to extract something off the floor. Actually it was his hand inside my shorts that he trying to disguise. God I wanted to blow! He leaned back in his seat and smiled. Bill, the ‘crawl leader’ asked for quiet and then delivered the instructions for our next pub. Everyone had to remain on their knees, drink a spirit and an additive in different glasses and no visit to the toilet was allowed. We played along with their game and had the regulation drinks staying on the knees. Perhaps the hardest thing was not going in to the toilet but that might have been dangerous, since they were out of bounds. Keith and I parted for the duration of this pub’s stay, only because someone talked to both of us away from each other. The whistle blew and soon we were back on the bus resuming our position beside each other and back to pressing flesh. The next pub was a left-hander, drinking through straws. It was a small establishment with only one gent’s toilet. Busting for a leak, every male visited there first, peeing in the bogs, trough and hand basins before purchasing a drink. This was about pub # 9 and most struggled with each drink. The duration of stay became longer and the groups more definite. Keith and I had formed our own group and others were visiting us. “I’ve got to show you my Speedos!” he said. “The front is totally cum-stained. It is so wet and sticky down there!” “You’re lucky you’ve cum. I’m ready to blow my brains out!” I said. “Don’t worry. I could cum again without much effort!” “Next pub … let’s stay in the bus or go somewhere else!” I suggested. “I need sex! Your lips wrapped around my cock would be nice!” “With pleasure!” he said, “As long as you do the same?” “Try to stop me!” Mandy came over. In her slurred native tongue she took me aside and asked how was I going. I tried playing the innocent but she somehow knew. “He’s a bit young, isn’t he?” “Why? How old is he?” “Sixteen, I think,” she said with a stern look. “Bullshit!” “Yeah. You ask him?” “I will!” “How’s he going, anyway?” “Put it this way. He’s got a massive stain in his sluggos!” “Mmm. You’ve always been a fast worker.” “Don’t expect to see us at the next stop! We’re going to be busy!” Just then Keith joined us. “How old are you, Keith?” I asked, sort of hoping Mandy was wrong but not really worrying. The alcohol put paid to those concerns. “Eighteen!” he said. ”But twenty-one if you’re worried!” “Couldn’t give a fuck, really!” I said, putting my arm around his neck. He swung his arm around my waist. He knew that Mandy knew about him and me and confided in her when I went to the bar. “He is so nice!” he said to Mandy. “Yeah. He likes you,” Mandy replied. “And I him! He knows exactly what I want and he’s so soft and warm!” “Sounds mushy!” “Can you cover for us next stop? Tell them we had to go the bank, or something!” “And what are you two going to do?” “I’ve got to give him a favour.” “He told me you’ve already had fun!” “Yep. I’ve already blown once. I’ll go again but this time with him!” Keith said proudly. I returned from the bar with our drinks. Already there were some patrons crashed out. Mandy landed a kiss on Keith’s cheek. “Good luck to both of you!” she said. The afternoon breeze had sprung up and it was starting to get a bit chilly. Keith was wearing my sloppy-Joe and he looked an absolute picture in it. His slender brown legs were the only exposed flesh on his body. They were shaved and looked effeminately delightful. “I see you’re pretty friendly with young Keith!” Adam whispered to me. Adam was the captain of the host team. I was unsure of his exact meaning but played along with him. The three of us talked shit for a while before Adam exposed his sexuality by starting to drop a few hints. “Pity there’s no beats along the way! It’d be good to duck in for a quickie between drinks!” he said. I pretended not to understand. “I get really horny when I drink too much. I need a blow-job from a nice blonde!” “Where do you two go to get off?” It was then I realized that he was a closet fag, the same as me. “We don’t go anywhere,” I said. “Next time, grab me, will ya? You wouldn’t mind if I just watched, would you?” he asked. “I could just wank myself while you guys did it!” “Man, you’re sick!” I said. Adam took me aside. “C’mon. I can see the magnetism between you both. Look at the wet spot on Keith’s shorts. I’ve been perving on him for two years. Let me watch! I’ve seen your cock and I’d love to suck on it!” “If you’re lucky, stay with us next stop! Don’t make it too obvious until I give you the call!” I’d already thought about it. We could use him as a lookout as long as Keith didn’t mind. A third person might be a good front when we disappear. I made my suggestion to Keith. Apart from the thought of his captain watching him have sex he didn’t seem to have any objection. “Did you know he was a fag?” “No. He used to watch me get changed in the showers and always insisted I wear Speedos when we went swimming. I’ve seen him with a boner in the change sheds. I just pretended I didn’t.” Keith continued. “Last year we had a wrestle only wearing Speedos. I thought he got hard when he pinned me down. He stripped me when I was on my back. I thought he was just mucking around. When he stood up he had a lump in his togs and I cracked one looking at it. Nothing happened. I thought I was the queer one. Once we went skinny-dipping in his pool at his home. He insisted we have a sun bake still in the raw. Still nothing dawned on me. He could have had me anytime … but he’ll have to be content with just watching today! Today … I’m all yours!” Keith leaned over and kissed me on the lips, not at all worried about who might have seen him.