Gay Erotic Stories

Thrown A Curve My first real fuck happened in when I was 18. Prior to that I had had minor sexual experiences with other boys during puberty, but nothing I would consider real sex. Mike was 18, as was I. We may have been young, but we were both completely developed physically. He was on the football team, baseball, basketball, all that - a very popular jock in the "lettermen circle". Extremely athletic and built well, he had long brown hair and a bushy mustache that complimented his muscular body. We had been distant friends on and off since grade school. I can't say that we were good friends as he was somewhat of a bully, threatening others, including myself on occasion, with physical assault to get what he wanted. In addition to that he could be pretty psycho, making it hard to really trust him or be at ease. Because we went back several years, he never really laid into me as I had seen him do to others. In high school, I was just breaking into the pot smoking scene. I had a hard time finding it most of the time and asked Mike one day if he could get some for me, knowing he was an established "stoner". He ripped me off, the first time I gave him money to score some weed, but after my continued prodding, he said that he would make good on the deal. One day after school he told me to come over and he would call his dealer. I arrived at his house and we went into his room. The walls were entirely covered with heavy metal posters and magazine clippings of male rock stars in tight leathers and long hair--typical of the eighties. A bunch of sports stuff like football uniforms, helmets, and dirty jock straps were laying around in piles everywhere. In the corner next to his bed were stacks of porno mags and dirty towels. I was a little aroused, but had no hopes or pretensions about sex here. We sat there for a minute or two while he dug through some papers presumably to find a phone number. I watched him closely, still a little suspicious that he was trying to scam me. He put on a Van Halen tape and stepped out saying he was going to make a call. Five minutes or so went by as I sat in his room gazing at pictures of Ronnie James Dio, Robert Plant, and David Lee Roth. He finally came in and threw a wadded up piece of paper on the bed, glancing at me, and then turned around leaving the room again. Thinking this was odd, I unwrapped the paper to see the words; "can I fuck you up the butt"? in pencil scrawl. I was shocked and scared. I never had a clue that he was gay, and at the time was skeptical about this possibly being a trap. Being popular with all the jocks at school, he could make life very difficult if he exposed me and I knew that he psycho enough to do it. On the other hand, I would have a quite a story to tell myself if I walked out of here right now. He came back and sat down on the bed next to me leaning back against the wall. He picked up a porno mag flipping though it and rubbing his cock through his jeans. He asked me what I thought of his note. "Are you serious about this?", I nervously queried. He replied, "Sure, what about you?" I told him that I didn't really know, that I hadn't really thought about it before. He continued looking at the magazine stroking his bulge. Trying to be sure, I asked him, "Are you gay?" He looked up and said that he didn't really think so, but that he was really horny and wanted to try it with someone. He showed me a picture in the magazine of a chick getting it in the ass saying, "look she seems to like it". I definitely wanted to fuck him, he was a hot looking guy and I had no questions about my preferences here. I was just uncertain of his motives. I remember looking around the room for hidden cameras or something like that. After a few more minutes of "cat and mouse" conversation I was convinced that he really wanted to fuck, and took the big plunge, "yeah, let's do it." He left the room and came back with a clean towel and a bottle of scented aloe hand lotion. Locking the door behind him, he came over to me unbuttoning his fly. I stood up, unbuttoning mine and he then started rubbing my cock and jacking it up a little. He then pulled out his prick and playfully rubbed it up against mine. His was bent sideways at the middle and pretty fat, and maybe 6-7 inches long. He instructed me to get down on the floor next to his bed with him. We lay there for minute fondling each others manhood. I tried to kiss him, but he wanted none of that. "Suck my cock", he ordered. I had not done this before, but wanted to. I started down onto his thick curved shaft and was slightly surprised with the experience of a another man's flesh in my mouth. I had tasted my cum before to prepare for this day, but having a hard stinky dick in my mouth was quite different. I could taste his pungent body odor, salty sweat, some piss, and the juices flowing out of his hole. I didn't gross out or anything, as I softly bobbed up and down for a short time. It is an acquired taste, but the turn on made it all ok. He became bored quickly, saying he wanted to fuck me up the ass. He handed me the lotion and asked me to jack his cock and lube it up. I wondered how it got bent that way, perhaps jacking off with only one hand I naively thought--I have always alternated hands after that! He told me to lay on my stomach, so he could fuck me. He threw a pillow down for my head, telling me not to make any noise, that his sister might hear us. I was really nervous now. I felt his fingers tickling around my hole with the lotion for a few seconds before he started to shove his fat dick into me. With a single long thrust, he plunged into my virgin asshole. I was tense and it hurt badly. I let out a loud "uuuuhhhhhooo". The pain overwhelmed me. He slapped the back of my head saying, "shut up dude, or we'll get caught". He then started pumping in and out slowly, killing my ass with sharp and yet blunt pain. I couldn't take it telling him, "stop, please stop--take it out, ..easy". "Shut the fuck up!" he snapped, "it'll be alright". He did slow down a little, but continued shoving his bent cock in and out of my throbbing hole with the force of his runningback thighs. After a minute or two, I started to feel a magical craven pleasure spiked with pain that overtook my whole body, making me want more. This erotic feeling and rage of another dude getting it on with me was getting me off in a way that has made me a believer for life. The smell of that lotion was in the air and I stopped asking for pardon, moaning vigorously into the pillow as he pumped me hard. "Ohh, ohhh, uhh, ohhh, man you get me off", I was moaning. Telling me to be quiet and shoving my face into the pillow, he started in faster and harder smacking his balls against mine. I could hear his thighs making slapping sounds against my ass. I felt myself getting ready to cum. All this electricity had me clenching my thighs in anticipation and BOOM!--I reached down and squeezed my cock as it blew off onto the carpet. He had longevity. He kept fucking harder and harder, pausing and interrupting the rhythm occasionally with a few short and deep slams, and would get back into his rhythm again. At one point I asked "are you almost done yet?" It was starting to hurt again as the lotion was going away. He said that it would be soon, and after a few more minutes of painful, pleasureful pounding, he finally came deep into me with the nice warm flow of his spunk. He pulled out continuing to cum in his hand as he pumped his cock. He lay down on my back for a short time breathing hard on my neck. His hand came around to my face, "eat my cum" he ordered. Reluctant at first, I slurped it up swallowing Mike. This is a primal ritual I have come to enjoy sharing with men I am closest to. I was no longer a virgin, and now wanted my turn at the helm. Asking him if I could fuck him, he said "no we need to get out of here now, my dad will be home any minute and I don't need him catching his "hero football star" son in the middle of this action". Feeling used, I got cleaned up and dressed and he did the same. I asked him about getting the weed and he said that he couldn't get any dismissing the notion completely. We left there on our bikes and just rode around his neighborhood for a while. I could still feel that dull pain in my ass hours later, thinking of him in a somewhat euphoric state. We had a small number of occasional encounters together as we grew up into our early twenties. In some ways we taught each other how to have good sex, but I never really pursued Mike as a regular relationship as I just never trusted him. Many of the kinky tricks we learned together, ironically, make the women I've been with go crazy. He was my first real fuck though, and every time I smell that scented aloe lotion somewhere, I immediately remember that fat crooked cock pounding into my ass and I get hard. Jay Flynn