Gay Erotic Stories

The water was getting choppy – waves were sloshing into the wooden canoe! I started bailing with a little gourd bowl that I found at my feet. Then I heard the sound of surf and realized that we were in danger of being swept out into the open ocean! Fortunately, the muchachos knew what they were doing because we reached the shore before that happened, and tied the canoes to the trees along the bank.

We scurried up the muddy bank (well, they scurried, I lumbered). A narrow path led through the forest, opening onto a broad, open beach facing the ocean.

The muchachos from Boca Grande was waiting for us, sitting in the shade of the woods behind the beach. Most of them were dressed only in shorts or bikinis, a few in T-shirts. All were barefoot. These boys, on the average, were darker skinned, more African, than the boys from town. They welcomed us cheerfully.

“Look!” said Tommy, “Its Jose!” He came walking up to us, barefoot and dressed in the same bikini underwear that he wore the day he took us to the island in his canoe. He shook hands with us, smiling, and then went with his buddies onto the beach where they were kicking the ball around.

Tommy looked nervous. “I hope he doesn’t say anything about what happened on the island!”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it,” I said. “It probably wouldn’t make any difference anyway. Go ahead, play soccer. Have fun!”

I sat in the shade of the woods and watched the game. There were a few other spectators there too, a few teenage girls and some more boys who were hoping for a chance to play. I wondered if the girls were enjoying the sight of those healthy boys running around in bikinis as much as I was.

There were no boundary markers on the “field” other than the ocean on one side and the woods on the other. The goals were marked by two sticks stuck in the sand at each end. Occasionally the ball would get kicked into the water, the boys would dive in after it, and the game would start looking more like water polo than soccer. I couldn’t stop laughing!

The muchachos were playing very hard -- I was amazed at their stamina. But now and then one would get tuckered-out and come over to the sideline to rest while another kid took his place. I was pleasantly surprised when one boy, a very nice-looking one too, sat down right beside me. His white cotton bikini was almost transparent from the sweat and seawater, allowing me to clearly see the brown Mexican sausage inside. I felt giddy with desire.

“Como te llamas?” I asked him.

“Carlos,” he answered. “We met the other night in the market.”

“In the dark?”

“Yes. Did you like me?” he asked.

I remembered! It was the boy that Tommy recommended because he was so cute. I sucked him off in the dark. “Yes, I liked you a lot, I was hoping to find out who you were and maybe do it again with you.”

“No problem. Come by tonight if you want. I sleep in the forth stall on the right, behind the crates of mangos. We can do it there.”

“Hey, cool!” I said. “But keep it quiet. I don’t want it to turn into a big scene like last time.”

“Don’t worry, nobody will know. Just you and me, and maybe two or three of my friends, if that’s OK.”

I saw that the brown sausage was swelling inside of his wet bikini. I wished that I could do it right then and there.

“Are they cute like you?” I asked him.

“You will have to see for yourself. I can’t tell if a guy is cute or not. They have pretty big dicks though.”

“Bigger than yours?” We both looked down at the swelling in Carlos’ bikini. He grinned.

“You know, you’re lucky!” he told me.

“How’s that?”

“Well, us guys, we have a real hard time getting pussy. But you can get all the dick you want, right?”

Before I could answer, he ran back onto the field, replacing Tommy who came over to sit beside me. He was breathing hard.

“Do you know who that guy is?” Tommy asked me.

“I do now. He just told me.”

“What do you think?”

“He is cuter than shit!”

“I told you so. What do you think about that guy over there in the blue shorts?”

“He’s nice. I’ve had my eye on him.”

“I thought you would like him. Maybe I can arrange for him to meet us after the game so that you can give him a blowjob.”

Just then, Raul comes running up. “Hey, Tommy! You know what Jose is saying about you?”

“What?”

“He said that you sucked his dick! On the island! Do you want to kick his ass or should I?”

Tommy didn’t answer. He just looked straight ahead, at the game.

Raul stared at him, waiting for an answer. “It isn’t true, is it?”

Tommy didn’t reply. I could see tears welling up in his eyes.

Raul shrugged his shoulders, turned, and ran back onto the field, shaking his head in disbelief.

Our team was one man short. Everybody looked over toward Tommy, but he just sat there.

“Aren’t you going to play?” I asked him.

“I don’t feel like playing now. I just want to go home, back to the hotel. They don’t want to play soccer with a puto.” Tommy was trying not to cry.

Jaime, the Indian boy, ran in to play in Tommy’s stead.

“Let’s just watch the game,” I said. “Besides, we can’t leave until Raul is ready.” I felt very sorry for Tommy.

The rival team scored another goal! The score was now two to one in their favor.

The ball got kicked behind me into the woods. The muchachos came running after it, and suddenly we were surrounded by almost-naked Mexican boys, vying for the ball, bouncing it off of tree trunks, each other, and even me. Boys yelled “Foul!” Boys yelled “Out of bounds!” They continued battling for the ball. Raul kicked it back onto the beach and the boys scurried after it. But one of the muchachos was writhing in pain on the sand, clutching his thigh! It was Lilo, the tall boy that I had just met back in the room. Several concerned girls came over.

It took a while for the muchachos to realize that somebody was missing. Raul ran back, grabbed Lilo’s foot and yanked it hard.

Lilo yelled, “Aiii! It hurts!”

“He has a cramp, he’ll be OK,” said Raul. “He just needs to rest a while. Maybe you can give him a massage, Rusty.”

The muchachos, both teams, took this opportunity to go swimming in the ocean. Several ventured out into the breakers to bodysurf.

Raul spoke to Tommy, “Hey, why aren’t you helping us? They are kicking our butts!”

“I thought you wouldn’t want to play with a puto,” said Tommy.

“Hey, you are not a puto! I will show you what a puto is.”

Raul yelled over to the group of girls, “Hey, Paulina!” Raul motioned to her. She came over with another girl. They were dressed in very short shorts and sexy, cut-off T-shirts.

“Paulina, this is my friend Tommy. He thinks you are real cute. Do you like him?”

“Oh, yes!” Paulina answered in a deep voice, “He is precious! I just love handsome, blond Gringos!” Paulina was not really a girl.

“Wow! What pretty blue eyes he has!” exclaimed her friend in an equally deep voice.

“Green eyes, silly,” said Paulina. “I saw him first – you go away!”

Tommy jumped up. “Come on, Raul, let’s play soccer!” The boys ran back onto the field. The “girls” went back to their friends, leaving Lilo and I alone.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked him. I will massage it if you want.”

“Yeah. Let’s go over there.” Lilo got up and limped back into the woods a bit. He laid face down on the cool sand. I could see a bruised spot on his upper thigh, close to his buttocks. I knelt down beside him and felt the tight knot of cramped muscle.

“First, I need to relax you by giving you an over-all massage.” I started at his feet and slowly worked upward. When I reached the cramped area, I skipped up to the boy’s head, and then worked downward. I was enjoying this excuse to feel the young man’s beautiful body.

He stopped me when I touched his butt. “Hey! That is not where it hurts!”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s important to massage this area too -- this is the biggest muscle of the body.” He let me massage his tight butt through the thin cloth of the bikini. Little by little I felt the muscles relax, and I finally zeroed-in on the cramped muscle, working it gently until it softened-up. I continued massaging the area for a while, letting my fingers slide between his legs sometimes, close to his crotch. He tightened up when I did that – that area is very sensitive, and very erogenous!

“How does that feel? Does it still hurt?”

“No, you got it. Thanks.” Lilo rolled over onto his back. He had an obvious bulge in his bikini.

“Oh oh! Looks like you have another cramped muscle here!” I felt the swollen, long shaft of his penis through the cloth. I will have to give you a special massage here – a lip massage!”

Lilo raised himself up enough to peer out through the bushes. Everybody was watching the game. He grinned and reclined on the sand.

He raised his butt up as I pulled his bikini down over his muscular thighs and off his feet. I had him completely naked! I took a moment to admire the healthy young man. His skin was a smooth, red-brown, without tan lines. His cock was a darker brown, almost black, except for the pinkish-maroon glans, which was sticking about half-way out of the foreskin.

I leaned down over the naked boy and licked his balls. I sucked each one of them into my mouth and felt the movement of his scrotum muscles. Then I started licking my way up the long shaft, while the boy squirmed in pleasure on the sand. Finally, I reached the shiny glans, which was totally exposed now, and took in the intoxicating aroma of uncut Mexican cock.

“Aahhh!” he said, as his penis slipped through my tight lips, deep into my mouth. I started going up and down on it, sucking and drawing his foreskin back and forth over the glans. In no time, I had him panting, nearing orgasm. Ordinarily, I would have backed off and let him calm down to prolong his (and my) pleasure, but I needed to get him off quickly before somebody came along.

A shadow moved! Somebody was watching! Too late now, I continued sucking. Lilo grunted, arched his back to force his brown dick as deep as he could into my mouth, and started pumping his Mexican cum into me. I drunk it down, greedily, and then milked the remainder out of his urethra with my hand. Lilo relaxed onto the sand.

I peered out through the bushes and saw a boy in red shorts running back onto the beach. When Lilo and I emerged from the woods, we saw him with the other boys. They all turned and looked at us.

“I’ll see you later,” said Lilo as he ran down to play soccer.

As the muchachos played, I savored the remainder of Lilo’s cum, swallowing it little by little. I wanted to suck off every one of those Mexican kids.

The game ended in a tie and the muchachos started dissipating into the forest or heading for the canoes. Jose and a couple of his friends came over to where Raul, Tommy and I were standing. Tommy looked away – he avoided Jose’s eyes.

“Hey, have you guys seen the cave? It’s not far,” said Jose.

We followed them up a steep path and to the edge of a cliff that faced the ocean. About 10 meters below I could see a little grotto.

“There it is, come on – follow me, its cool! Be careful.”

I am quite scared of heights, but I followed Jose and his two friends down the face of the cliff to a small little beach that was surrounded by big, smooth rocks. The cave was a disappointment – not even big enough to crawl into.

Jose turned to me and said, “Do you want some dick?”

I looked at his cute, bikini-clad friends. They grinned at me. One was tall, thin and almost black in color. His hair was tightly curled, very Negroid. The other muchacho was short, solidly built, and so light in color that he looked almost Gringo. “Yes, of course!” I answered enthusiastically.

The black boy pulled his bikini down and stepped out of it. He leaned back, naked, against the rock, his penis already stiffening, the foreskin pulling back. I knelt on the sand in front of him.

Raul and Tommy watched from above as I sucked the kid off. He was an “oozer”, the kind who, when he cums, you don’t even realize it until you have a mouthful. When he was finished, he pulled his black dick out of me, and the other boy, the light-skinned one, took his place, already naked and already stiff. The darkness of his penis betrayed his mixed-blood heritage.

I looked up – three other muchachos had joined Raul and Tommy and were staring down at us. It only took me about a minute to get this horny little guy off. He was the “exploder” type – no warning – just suddenly shot it down my throat!

“My turn!” said Jose, pulling down his bikini and pushing his buddy out of the way so that he could lean back against the rock.

This is what I had been waiting for! I had been wanting to wrap my lips around this Mexican’s cock since I had first laid eyes on him, the day he took us to the island, the day Tommy lost his oral virginity to him. Jose was a man, not a boy like my usual 18 year- olds. At 24, he was at the peak of his physical beauty and strength. His thick brown meat, protruding from a bush of black, wiry hair, was stiff, oozing lube and pointed toward my mouth.

“Let Tommy do it!” someone yelled. I looked up – it was that little wise-ass, Marcelino.

“Yeah! Show us how you sucked him on the island!” yelled Beto.

All of the muchachos joined in the teasing, “Suck him, Tommy! Suck his dick!”

Jose swung his dick back and forth, pointing to it, grinning and inviting Tommy to suck it.

Tommy, no doubt embarrassed and humiliated beyond his worst nightmare, got up and left. The muchachos turned their attention to me and Jose.

Jose’s foreskin was sliding back over the taper of the glans as his penis swelled in anticipation of sex. The glans was dark-maroon, shiny, wet with lube. I stared at it it, fascinated.

The breakers crashed, the surf hissed, the water gurgled as it washed up onto the little beach. The seabirds screeched.

The muchachos were quiet.

I leaned forward. I took in the pungent odor of his sex.

I entered my “other reality,” the hypnotic state in which I disobey all of the rules of my upbringing, all of my taboos. I opened my mouth and let the uncut Mexican penis slide between my lips.

Sweat, urine, jizz, cunt -- the taste of a straight Mexican’s cock.

My mouth watered profusely as I sucked it.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

I looked up into his deep brown eyes, his cock deep in my mouth, and I nodded, “Yes, I like it. I love it!”

He placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward him, encouraging me to take him even deeper. The end of his penis was starting to enter my throat. I am not very good at deep throating, especially a big one like this, but my desire to take him all the way into me overrode the gag reaction. I lovingly caressed his glans with my throat while gazing up into his eyes. I felt the pulsating of his urethra as he pumped his semen into me.

One by one, the Mexican boys climbed down the rocks and gave me their brown cocks to suck. After I had done all of them, some of the first were ready to be sucked again! But it was getting late. The river was dangerous enough during the day – it would be foolish to cross at night.

We climbed back up to the top of the cliff. Tommy and Raul were not there. I went with the other muchachos of our team back to the canoes. We found Raul on the way – he had been looking for Tommy. The other guys got in their canoes and headed for the other side. Raul and I continued to search for Tommy for about an hour. It was starting to get dark, and worse, some dark clouds were accumulating on the horizon.

“Ssh,” said Raul. “Listen.”

Then I heard it too – someone was crying. We followed the sound into the forest a bit and found a little run-down hut. Inside was Tommy, sitting on an old straw mat, bawling like a baby.

“Hey, amigo, what’s wrong?” asked Raul.

“You know what’s wrong,” blubbered Tommy. You heard the guys making fun of me.”

“Well don’t take it so seriously. They were only teasing you. They don’t think you really sucked Joses’ dick.”

“What do you think, Raul? Did I do it?”

“Me? No, no way. You wouldn’t do that.”

“Well, I did! I sucked his dick!”

“Really? What did you do that for?”

“Because I’m a puto, a fag. I sucked his dick and I loved it!”

“Wow, Tommy. You don’t act like a puto. How long have you been doing that stuff?”

“Just that one time,” Tommy sobbed. “It was stupid – I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t think he would tell anybody. Now everybody knows!”

Tommy buried his head in his arms and continued to weep. Raul sat down beside him, put his arm around him and hugged him.

“There, there.” Raul consoled him, “Everything is going to be okay.”

“I like you guys so much, playing soccer and stuff with you. I was having so much fun! Now I’m going to have to leave. I fucked everything up! I just want to die.”

“No you don’t, Tommy. Look, everything is cool. You can still play soccer with us.”

“You mean you would let a puto play on your team?”

“Sure, we even let girls play with us sometimes. And you know what? You play better than most of the guys out there -- better than Jose, even. I bet that pisses him off – a puto who plays better than big ol’ macho Jose! Remember his face when you kicked the ball right between his legs today?”

Raul started laughing. Tommy, remembering, giggled, but then got serious again. “Let’s go back across the river. I want to catch the bus back home -- tonight. I can’t hang around here now that everybody knows what I did.”

“Aw, Tommy! Lighten up! I don’t want you to go back home. You are my best buddy – I would miss you!” Raul gave Tommy a kiss on the cheek.

“Stop it, Raul! Now you are making fun of me! Leave me alone!” Tommy laid back onto the mat.

“Not until you lighten up, Tommy.” Raul got on top of Tommy, straddling him, and started tickling him. Tommy struggled, trying to get out from under Raul, who kept tickling him until the kid was laughing hysterically.

“Stop it!” yelled Tommy.

“Not until you quit crying!”

“OK, OK! I’m not crying! Stop tickling me!”

“All right. But you have to give me a kiss.”

Raul leaned down and kissed Tommy on the lips, and then, “Tommy, do you like me?”

“I don’t just like you – I love you!”

“Really? Then why did you suck Jose’s dick instead of mine?”

“Cuz I thought it would weird you out. I didn’t want to mess up our friendship.”

“So you love me more than Jose?”

“I don’t love him. I love you!”

Raul lied down on the mat beside Tommy. “Then show me how much you love me.”

He took Tommy’s hand and placed it on his bikini, on the bulge of his Mexican penis.

“Show me here. With your lips.”

…………..To be continued ……………

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