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When Just Good Friends Isn't Enough

by Horny Gay Scots Gav


It was a hot Wednesday afternoon and the windows were wide open and the blinds up. I had the house to myself: my mum, dad and brother were at work, so I was sitting in the living room just me, my hand and the computer. I had just discovered the best website: it combined naked men, wanking techniques and erotic stories. I couldn't help myself; I’d decided to go for 30 minutes without starting to wank so I could enjoy the material. I had a real boner now: why hadn't I changed out of theses tight trousers?! My boner was straining hard against my pre-cum soaked boxers. It was one of the few times I’d felt my cock go hard and not given in to the pressure and wanked. Just as it got too much and I thought I was going to blow my load all over the inside of my trousers, I found a picture of a guy with a 9" cock being pushed up his friend’s arse. I pulled out my 6.5" dick and looked at it. The head was straining so much it hurt. I slowly pulled down my tight black jeans and was left sitting in white boxers, which were severely tented and stained, and a t-shirt. I pulled off my t-shirt to reveal my tight stomach; not a six-pack but tight enough. My head was pushing through the fly of my boxers. I stood up and slowly pulled my boxers down, which pulled my cock down with it. SLAP, the pre-cum soaked head slapped against my flat stomach. I reached for the tissues to ensure I didn't make a mess. I pushed my hand slowly down the shaft, pulling the foreskin down to pull on the head, enhancing the experience. I spat into my hand and started pumping my hand up and down the shaft. To start with I was just watching my hand and really getting off on that, but as I started to go faster I thought of my best mate, Kenny. He had a sweet ass and a six-pack, exactly what I wanted in a man. He didn't know of my sexual orientation. We had talked loads of times about wanking. He had never noticed, but when he told me about him wanking I had the biggest hard-on ever. I had had many fabulous wanks, cumming all over my body when I thought of my big cock penetrating Kenny's ass and Kenny taking my dick right into his mouth and blowing me. It was all a pipe dream. Kenny was very straight, not at all interested in his best friend. I had been wanking for 20 minutes just thinking of him. I was near to orgasm when I heard a tap, tap, tap at the window. Without worrying, I glanced over to the window, my hand still pumping up and down ten to the dozen. Only when I had started to come did I realize it was Kenny standing there with a wide grin on his face staring at my cock. My cock was still throbbing and a huge wad of cum splattered on my face. That brought me back to reality. I grabbed for my t-shirt to cover my rock hard cock. "What are you doing?" Kenny asked cheekily. "Isn’t obvious?" I replied. "Nah, I mean, why cover it up?" he said. "What?" I asked, shocked. My mind was still racing. "I mean I wanna see your cock. Don't pretend you don't want to see mine; you were wanking and saying my name! Now, why don't you open this door?" I got up, still clutching the t-shirt, which had quite a tent of its own made by my hard-on. I opened the front door, trying not to be seen by my neighbors. Kenny pushed me back, his hand against my torso. I turned and waved him into the living room. He walked in and let down the blinds: we were now totally blocked from view; anything we did was just between us. Kenny peeled off his jumper; he'd been walking for about 25 minutes, the sun beating down so hard he was soaked in sweat. The t-shirt was stuck to his six-pack showing every ripple. He peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his beautifully defined torso. He threw his sweaty t-shirt onto me. I grabbed it and I rubbed it all over my face, inhaling the sweaty manliness. My hard-on was once again roaring. I could see a telltale bulge in Kenny’s trousers, and a stain had appeared all around it! He took off his belt and let his trousers drop round his ankles; his boxers were cum soaked and tented. "I want you to take them down,” Kenny announced. I leaned forward nervously and hooked my finger into the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down and got my first look at his 5.5" cock. "I know it's small, but it's not size, it's technique that counts!" "I know," I said. "You wanna test that out?" I saw Kenny's face light up. "Do you mean it? I thought we'd just wank together!" There were no words needed: I walked towards Kenny, picked his boxers off the floor and shoved them towards my face. He stood open-mouthed as I licked and sucked at the cum soaked area. "Bend over," I instructed, "this may hurt!" Kenny did as I asked: he knelt on the carpet on all fours, arse sticking in the air. I licked my 2 fingers and pushed them towards Kenny's ass: I played with him; I toyed with him. I knelt down on the carpet behind him, my head at his ass. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over the fines hairs on his ass. He was moaning from the prolonged enjoyment. I whipped my tongue towards his sweet, sweaty ass hole. I caressed his hole with my tongue, readying him for the attack. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Fuck me! FUCK ME!" he yelled. I readied myself, my cock pressing tight against his arse, ready for penetration. I slowly pushed my cock in until my balls were pressed up against his body, my pubes tickling his arse. I thrust my hips. Kenny was yelling in pain; but now I’d started I HAD to finish. I thrust and thrust and he yelped and was close to tears at the pain of my big cock being shoved up his ass. I grabbed his dick and was pumping up and down the shaft as I pumped into his ass. He moaned in delight and agony. We were both breathing hard and I was reaching a climax. I was too tired to withdraw so I shot my load right up Kenny’s ass, a feeling I can't wait to experience. I continued to wank Kenny until he reached orgasm; he shot his wad all over the carpet. We collapsed into each other’s arms, both getting off on the smell of our own sweaty manliness. We showered quickly together and Kenny left, with the promise of "doing it again sometime." I couldn't believe it: 2 hours ago the thought of losing my virginity to my sexy pal Kenny at the age of 18 was just a dream. Now, I just couldn't wait for the next episode where Kenny had promised to ram his cum drenched cock up my tight hairless virgin ass. I couldn't wait!

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3 Gay Erotic Stories from Horny Gay Scots Gav

When Just Good Friends Isn't Enough

It was a hot Wednesday afternoon and the windows were wide open and the blinds up. I had the house to myself: my mum, dad and brother were at work, so I was sitting in the living room just me, my hand and the computer. I had just discovered the best website: it combined naked men, wanking techniques and erotic stories. I couldn't help myself; I’d decided to go for 30 minutes

When Just Good Friends Isn't Good Enough, Part 2.

Well, it was going to be my birthday soon. I knew I would have the house to myself on the 29th, the day before and the 31st (Halloween), the day after. My best mate and fuck-partner had promised me an early and a late birthday present I would never forget. He had walked in on me wanking and uttering his name only 3 weeks before and soon after that my 6.5" cock was exploring the

When Just Good Friends Isn't Good Enough, Part 3

I was on a high. It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting in Chemistry, the last subject of the day. We sat in tables of four: Bobby, Cope, Kenny and I shared a table. Since that day a few weeks ago when Kenny had walked in on me jacking off and moaning his name, there had been a lot of sexual tension between us. Though the wanking was just the start, it turned out that Kenny was

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