Gay Erotic Stories

I couldn't skate any more that day because my butt hole hurt so much. My friends kept asking me what was wrong, and I told them that I felt bad. Actually, I felt like shit, angry, ashamed, embarrassed, totally humiliated. I had been fucked on my back like a girl. Gary acted like everything was normal. The bastard! He kept saying, "Come on Billy, let’s skate!" He knew that I couldn't, the asshole. It took three days for my butt to sort of return to normal, but my rectum was still so swollen that when I walked it felt like Gary's dick was still shoved up in there. To make matters worse, I kept running into him -- he was hanging with my buds all the time now. They all thought he was so cool and couldn't understand why I didn't treat him with the same friendliness that he was showing me. Actually, I could hardly look him in the eye. Not those eyes that he made me look into while he fucked me. To make it even worse, he usually went around without a shirt, and whenever he got close to me, it was hard not to look at him, hard not to feel that excitement that had gotten me into trouble in the first place. I was the big hero at school after word got around that I had fucked one of the hottest chicks there. Pretty ironic, huh? Thank God, Gary was keeping the secret. As time went by, my asshole and my feelings healed. And sometimes when I was with my friends, and with Gary, I would forget that I was angry with him, and would even laugh at his jokes until I caught myself. One time when we were boarding, I stopped to sit on a wall and rest a while. Then he came up and sat right next to me, and real friendly-like starts saying stuff like why don't we be friends, that I did something bad to him so he did something bad to me, and now we're even, etc. He was talking real nice in that fatherly sort of way and I was starting to feel that this dude might be OK after all. Then he leans over like he's going to tell me a secret and he gives me a kiss on my neck! It was like an electric shock shot up through my spine, like my hair stood on end! I jumped up and said, "Fuck you!" and skated off. I turned and glanced at him. He had a sort of sad and bewildered look on his face. You see, this was a very confusing time of my life when my hormones were raging and my sexuality was undefined. I was trying not to be gay but Gary was stirring up emotions in me that were difficult to repress. I hated him. I was extremely attracted to him. After skating, us dudes liked to stop for a swim at the neighborhood swimming pool. One time when my buds were still in the pool, I was changing clothes in the locker room when Gary comes in. He's in a Speedo. He's being real friendly, talking about something, and gets up close to me. I'm trying to act normal but I'm nervous as shit. The space between the lockers is real narrow so I'm sort of trapped there. I say, "Well I gotta go now," and try to slip by him. But he blocks me, so I try to go the other way, and again he blocks me. I say, "Come on Gary, I've gotta go!" He says, “Give me a kiss first and you can go." He has me backed up against the lockers with an arm on each side of me. I consider punching him. No, he's a lot bigger and tougher than me. He gives me a gentle little kiss on the lips. I kiss him back. I feel his tongue probing, then slipping into my mouth. Soon we are kissing passionately, deeply, just like we did when he was fucking me. I am not resisting. He takes my hand and guides it to his Speedo and I feel his stiffness there. "Come on Billy, you want it, don't you? I want it too! Why not?" His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down, gently. I knelt before him. He pulled his Speedo down, freeing his stiff member. He leaned toward me. I opened my lips and let it slide in. The kids were splashing and yelling in the pool. It was a beautiful summer day. Afterwards, Gary and I skated down the hill together to the corner where we parted company. "See you tomorrow," he said. I skated home, feeling fine, fresh breeze on my bare chest and sk8er juice in my mouth. To be continued... Please send comments, suggestions to mouthful@starplace.com