Gay Erotic Stories

Uncle Frank by Eric Shun My mother's youngest brother, my uncle, was 20 years younger than she was. As a result, my Uncle Frank was barely two years older than I was. I never addressed him as 'Uncle', always as Frank. Since we lived only blocks from my grandparents, Frank and I often played together as kids (and later as adults!) We spent countless hours together as kids and I always liked him. I had only one sister and got along well with her, but when Frank and I were together, I always thought of him as my brother. We were solid buddies. We both attended the same school, and although we attended different colleges, we still communicated often while away from home. After college, we both had jobs near one another and continued to spend time with each other. I knew I was gay, but never suspected that Frank had a similar orientation. He lived alone and as far as I knew was straight. He had dated girls while in high school (just like me) and likewise in college. As far as his appearance, he was neither overly handsome, nor plain. I looked at him and saw the same person I had known all my life. He was 5 foot and 10, brown hair, brown eyes and weighed 190. He had participated in all kinds of athletic activities in school, me to a lesser degree (men's swimming team). Frank was well put together and would be considered an attractive man by most women. He had an outgoing personality and had one of the most beautiful sets of white teeth that you can imagine. Frank called me on a Friday and asked me if I would join him in a trip to grandpa's fishing lodge. Actually, it was more of a shack, since it was way out in the woods and had no running water or electricity. An outdoor toilet and a large rainwater cistern for showers (also outdoors) provided the necessary features of the place. Ice and drinking water were always brought along. I had made trips there before, but always with other family members; but this was a first for the two of us. Frank and I met early Saturday and looked forward to the long weekend, since Monday was a holiday. We drove the two hours to the lodge and unpacked and immediately went out on the lake; we managed to catch a decent number of fish. We cleaned them, cooked them, and ate. A portable radio and a kerosene lamp provided some of the comforts of home. We had several drinks and chatted. Seldom had I ever felt closer to him than that evening. As he spoke I listened and quietly admired him. I was proud to know him and call him a friend. He sat there in his shorts and tank top and sipped his drink and relaxed. In one or two quiet moments we ceased talking and he closed his eyes and slid down and forward in his chair. This allowed me to grab a quick glance at his crotch. In all the years we had spent growing up, we had seen each other naked from time to time and there were no secrets from each other in that department. But this particular evening, as I looked at him, I began to have different, much stronger feelings for him. My penis stirred in my pants and I felt a moment of guilt for having sexual thoughts about him. I had felt strongly about him all my life, and as I grew up I had come to know that my love for him extended beyond that for an uncle. But like many closet cases, I had never expressed my affection for him past the point of "buddies.” A short while later, we went to bed. The sleeping area in the lodge had only two beds, a single and a double bed. I lost the coin toss and crawled into the single and Frank took the double. We put out the lantern and went to sleep. During the night, I woke, and for a short moment forgot where I was, thinking I was in my own home. Regaining my orientation, I opened my eyes and stared across the short three foot space between my bed and Frank. Being way out in the woods, there was no need for fancy drapes on the windows and a simple blind was the only window covering for the window at Frank's bed. It was open, and a fair amount of moonlight provided a silhouette of my buddy. I looked, and then my heart gave a sudden and mighty thump in my chest as I saw Frank. He was awake, too, and had pushed back the sheet covering him and lay there naked. My heart began to race as I watched him reach for his erect dick and slowly massage it. My own cock behaved like a coiled spring and hardened up in seconds. Frank lay there with one hand behind his head and the other at his root. His legs were partially bent at the knees and spread apart to give free space for his nuts. As I lay there watching him, I had the feeling that he must be hearing the rapid thumping of my heart. I wanted to move slightly to relieve an uncomfortable muscle in my leg, but instead froze solid as I watched the show. Frank pulled slowly on his dick and moved his free hand to his pecs and began to finger his nipples. The pale moonlight gave a silvery color to the hair on his chest and abdomen. The 'nipple' hand made slow, firm strokes down his abdomen from time to time. He ran his hand over his stomach and then to the bush of hair at his dick. I could hear the faint noise of his hand in his pubic hair as he touched it. It was as if all my senses were now razor sharp. I am not sure, but I may even have smelled his musky sex odors, or was it my own? Frank fisted his dick and touched the tip of a finger to his piss slit and withdrew, pulling a long silvery string of pre-cum off the tip. The moonlit strand of lube broke, and fell to his abdomen. He now stroked his cock a few times and I clearly heard the soft squish of pre-cum under the head of his dick. He exhaled softly and I heard that as well. I was going crazy with desire and my breathing quickened. He must have heard me, because he slowly turned his head in my direction, and I could just make out his open eyes in the dim light. He looked at me for what seemed like minutes, and then moved his hand from his crotch and extended it toward me! My heart gave a kick in my chest like a mule and without a moment’s hesitation, I reached and placed my hand on his arm. The hard muscle of his forearm, covered in hair, felt like a rock. I squeezed tightly and his fingers encircled my arm and he pulled gently. I sat up and swallowed the lump that seemed to be choking me. I sat there for a few seconds and he moved to the far side of the double bed and then softly slapped the sheet as a signal for me to join him. I shed my boxers and got into bed beside him. As he moved to lay back on the pillow, he extended his arm and formed a cradle under my neck. He then rolled toward me and placed his lips to mine. My arms went around him and our faces met. I cannot remember a sweeter kiss. A soft moan came from Frank's throat as he gently explored my mouth with his tongue. With my arms around him, I could feel the gentle ripples of his back muscles. I let my hands slide to his butt, and as I felt the glass- smooth skin of his ass, my body involuntarily shook with desire. Frank drew back from my lips and reached for my hand and put it to his mouth. He kissed my hand and then my lips again. My hands went to his head as we kissed, and now a moan came from my own throat. He drew back momentarily and as he did, spoke the words, "I love you. Do you know that?" I quickly spoke, but the words came out of my mouth as a loud whisper in a single word, "Yes.” He then said, "I have always loved you, but I could never speak the words until now." Tears came into my eyes, and I all but choked as I said, "I know…I know..." We kissed and caressed each other for long minutes as our adrenaline built. Frank began to kiss my body, starting at my neck and then to my nipples. His tongue flicked at my nipples making them tingle and erect. I did the same for him. As my face pressed into his chest and my tongue tasted his skin, my dick oozed lube and I could feel it rubbing the hair of his thigh and leaving wet tracks on his leg. My hand found his dick as I kissed his stomach. It was wet with his own lube and I made a fist and gently pushed my hand over his penis. Soft, wet sounds came from his dick and he inhaled sharply and tilted his head backward on the pillow. I moved my face to his and found his warm lips. As our tongues did battle, his hands went to my dick and he cupped my balls and pulled slowly on my root. My heart was racing now and my breath made noisy rushing sounds. Frank gently pushed my face from his and he asked me to sit across his lap. His breathing was noisy and rapid as well. Our dicks lay side by side on his pubes and my hand went to the pair and held them together in my fist. I felt the heat from his penis against my own and it gave me a dizzy feeling. I gave both our dicks several rapid strokes. Frank gripped my legs tightly and groaned, "Unnnnh.......” I paused and leaned forward and kissed him again and then he spoke, "Don't make me cum yet......I want this to last for a while." I sat upright again and his hands found my nipples. He pinched them gently between his fingers and used his index fingers to rapidly flick the tips. Now I gave out with an animal groan. He then moved his hand to my dick and gave me a twist-jerk, moving his fist from my pubes to the tip with a twisting motion. I felt my rectal muscles contract violently, and I had the urge to pee. "Stop! Don't make me shoot!” I whispered. He pulled me down and I lay on top of him and then rolled off as we hugged and kissed. His hands moved over my body and I could feel the warmth of his hands as he pressed them into my flesh. He repeatedly spoke soft words in my ear and told me how much he loved me. And then once more, he told me to sit on his lap. He rolled over on his back and I sat across his legs. I could not hold back any longer, and I put my fist to my mouth and filled it with saliva. Smearing it over his dick, I then moved over him and placed the head of his dick to my ass. I then slowly eased his cock into my hole. His response was immediate. His body stiffened and he threw his arms over his head and grabbed the headboard. One long sound came from his lips, "Ohhhhhh........” I saw the muscles of his arms bulge and felt the tension in his legs under me. I began to slowly move up and down on his root. In only seconds, he began to rhythmically thrust his hips upward with each downward stroke of my hips. As we moved, he suddenly began to cry out in short powerful bursts, "Ahhh..Ahh...Ahh" and then suddenly he stopped all motion. His head snapped forward on his chest and his powerful hands pulled me down on his dick. I could then feel his penis in my ass begin to pulse, and he climaxed. The gentle warmth of his load filled my body. I moaned one long sigh, and fell forward on his chest. His arms circled me and he squeezed me so hard my breathing stopped. As I felt his dick begin to soften, he released his iron grip on me and then, to my surprise and wonder, he began to cry softly. "I love you,” were his only words. My own eyes filled and I covered his face with kisses. I felt a warmth and gentleness that I had never known before. Frank held me to his body for long minutes and then gently lifted me and moved downward in the bed so that my dick hung over his face. He then took my penis in his mouth and began to fellate me. I fell forward on my hands and spread my legs slightly as he tongued my dick and held my balls. I felt my own orgasm approaching and softly spoke, "I'm close...Don't stop." Frank then sped up his sucking and I knew that my own peak was going to happen. It began as always as a tightening of my rectal muscles and then the rapid-fire contractions of my internal sex muscles took hold. I felt my load moving out of my body and then with several cries of pleasure my semen rushed out. It felt like a fluid lump of pure pleasure filling my dick. My hips hunched in short rapid motions and I emptied my load into his lips. I could hear his mouth making soft liquid sounds as he swallowed. I fell over to the side of the bed and he immediately inched up to me and grabbed me and held me tight. "My buddy...my friend..." he whispered. He put one arm under my weakened body and then folded the other over me and pulled me close to him. He held me until I drifted off to sleep. When the sun rose, I began to wake and opened my eyes. His smiling face greeted me and he leaned over and kissed me again. Our weekend together was not spent doing any more fishing, but planning. Planning how we would be moving into our house together and spending time with one another.