Gay Erotic Stories

I was just a boy. I was only about eighteen years old really. I had been a part of the football team ever since junior high. And, ever since junior high, I've always been gay. I've been quiet and shy about it. I've never told anyone. I was a pinata ready to bust with sexual candy at the first hard swing of a stick. It was a humid Ohio day in the month of July. It was the afternoon and football practice had ended about half an hour ago. The hot sun had shone down upon us all day and the humidity hadn't helped at all. I was moist with sweat. In the locker room, I examined my body closely. I looked at my reddened fore arms, tight with muscle and bursting with strength. My chest was still heaving from the intense workout. My beefy, hairless chest was just pumping, pumping with energy. My hairy legs were thick with tension. All of my muscles needed some kind of release... I was still putting my gear away and most of the players were on their way home, save a few. I stripped down nude and walked bare assed into the steaming showers. I stepped in, and through the steam, I could see the soft silhouette of Tommy's body. Yes, I could see his thick legs, thin waist, broad chest, and his huge dick. Oh, his dick, how luscious. How many times had I dreamed of letting that monster cream in my mouth? And how many times had I quickly glanced at him and then turned away? Too many, damn it, too many. So I stared. I stared like an innocent boy. By this time, my cock was growing. It was stiffening, hardening, pushing its way up passed my belly button, pressing itself against my abs. It looked at me, begging for attention. My balls tightened in their sac. Tom was over on his side of the showers, flopping his balls around like the dangling sex toys that they were. He ran his hand through his soft, brown hair. His cool blue eyes caught mine, yet I didn't look away. He looked down at my 8 incher and grinned furtively. He grabbed a bar of soap and walked over to me. He took my hand and held it tightly, interlocking our fingers. He pressed his hot lips to mine and kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Submissively, I let him. Yes, I let him do whatever he wanted. He lathered the soap in between his hands and started to rub my ass. He was smearing the suds all over my crack and shoving his fingers, carefully, one at a time, into my hole. With his tender, romantic voice, he said, "Does this hurt?" Coyly, I replied, "No, go further." He started massaging my ass, rubbing my cheeks with the white lather of the pure soap. He sat me down and bent me over on my hands and knees. He started shoving his 9 inch love rod into me. Over and over again, it felt so good! I grunted with passion. I whispered his name softly under my breath, 'Tommy, Tommy, do it Tom, further! Yes, that's right! Oh, God! Yeah... Oooh! Tommy." I felt him cum inside me, yet he kept going. It was dripping out and down my thigh. He winced with pleasure, like a secret whine. He needed to keep his orgasms secret. But he was too loud. Someone was coming, I could hear the sound of wet footfalls on the floor. Through the clouding steam, Bryce appeared. His expression was first that of astonishment, but changed slowly into that of an intense yearning. Still bent over, with Tommy bucking in my back, I looked at him with approving eyes and he knew it was all right. He threw his gossamer towel onto the floor and rushed in. I looked at his 8 inch wonder. He was blonde, everywhere. The blonde hairs on his head, his golden goody trail, and his fleecy pubes of amber wool, he was indeed a true blonde. He knelt down before me, and I knew what he wanted. With my dripping tongue, I played with his tender head. It was so soft and silky. I licked his dick, up and down. I stuck it in his tiny hole, lapping at the pre-cum. Ambitiously, I took a huge swallow and deep-throated him. He squirmed with ecstasy in my mouth. He gave out several soft sighs of delight. His eyes kept roaming, the stimulation was too much. But I had to keep going. Tom kept going, thrusting it in and out, in and out! Sliding his hands all over my body, licking my back, tasting my sweat, "Joey," he whispered. Bryce was shouting out at this point. His 8 inch suck toy was swelling, ready to burst. I pulled back and began to lap at his head with the tip of my tongue. He started panting, "Joey, Joey, ooh, Joey!" I licked and licked and licked, then he exploded with cum on my face. I started licking at it. His eyes met mine, we loved it. I grinned with innocent, sexual happiness. And I was just a boy.