Gay Erotic Stories

I was sitting on the bank of the river watching the approaching storm when Tommy emerged from the shack and sat beside me. “Well, did you do it?” I asked.

Tommy turned and opened his mouth to show me the big wad of Raul’s cum that was on his tongue. “I had him squirming all over the place – he loved it!”

“What about you?” I asked him.

“I guess I loved it too. It’s weird – letting a guy stick his dick in your mouth. And then sucking his cum out! I still can’t believe I did it!”

“And what do you think of his cum? How does it compare to Jose’s?”

“I like Raul’s better – tastes sweeter. Jose’s was pretty good but had kind of a funny taste.”

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” I said, “might be pussy juice – I think Jose probably is married.”

“Yuck!” said Tommy.

“The risk you run …”

“Yeah, I know …. when you suck a straight guy’s dick,’ right?”

We sat there quietly, watching the lightning. I love electrical storms!

“Rusty?”

“Yeah?”

“How many guys did you suck off today?”

“Well, let’s see. First there was you, in the morning. Then Raul. Then that cute tall kid in the bushes – what’s his name?”

“Lilo.”

“Yeah, Lilo. And then by the cave I sucked off two of Jose’s friends, and then Jose himself. Then about five more guys. How many is that?”

“Eleven. Want to make it an even dozen?”

I looked at Tommy’s bikini. He was ready. So was I.

“Sure, why not?”

Tommy leaned back, naked, on the muddy bank, while I knelt between his knees and gave him oral pleasure. It was starting to rain, nice warm rain. The river was slowly rising, lapping up onto my bare feet, as I sucked the boy. I felt Tommy stiffen, ejaculate into my mouth, and relax in the mud. That white weenie was the perfect desert after a feast of Mexican sausage!

Then I noticed the feet -- brown, bare feet, beside me. I looked up – it was not Raul! A big Mexican man, about 35 or 40 years old was standing over me with a machete in his hand! My hair stood on end with fright!

“Is this the one?” he asked (in Spanish) a man standing on the other side of me.

“Yeah, that’s him.” This man was also armed with a machete.

“I hear you have been messing around with the boys here – doing puto things with them. Is that right?”

I was so scared, I lied, “No, not me, what are you talking about?” That was stupid, of course, as they had just discovered me with a cock in my mouth.

“Really? Well my son says that you gave him a blowjob. That wasn’t true?”

I looked up at the second man, more carefully. It was the tall black boy that I had sucked by the cave!

“Well, yes,” I stammered. “I did it – but he wanted me to.”

Two pissed-off Mexicans with machetes! I considered running, or throwing myself into the swift current. I turned – there was another man behind me!

“You don’t remember me, do you?” asked the first man.

I studied the dark face. “No. I don’t remember.”

Tommy squirmed out from between my legs, pulling his bikini back up. The men ignored him, but closed in around me.

“Well, maybe this will help you remember.” The man loosened his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear, and suddenly I had a big, swollen, black cock in my face.

“Smell it,” he commanded.

I did. I could smell it even before he pulled my head to it. It was funky with man’s excretions.

“Taste it,” he told me.

Under normal circumstances, I would have been turned-on by this dick-in-my-face. But somehow, the prospect of getting chopped-up by angry Mexicans destroyed the mood. The guy behind me pushed my head into the man’s cock. I licked the juicy slime from the end of his cock, trying desperately to figure out who this man was.

“Still don’t know who I am? Then suck it. Take it way in.”

My lips caressed the glans of his penis, trying to discern from its shape the identity of its owner. It was an ordinary glans, not especially big. The shaft, however, started expanding soon after the ridge slipped past my lips. I opened my mouth wider and wider to accommodate an impressive girth at about mid-penis. His shaft, somewhat cylindrical at the end, had taken on an elliptical (in cross-section) shape in the middle. It was rather comfortable-fitting, actually, considering its large girth. A mouth is, after all, rather elliptical in shape.

Soon, I was feeling the glans at the back of my mouth, wanting to enter my throat. I pulled myself off of it, back to where my lips felt the ridge of the glans, and then went down on it again, letting the glans slide down a little deeper into my throat. The small glans fit comfortably there too. Sometime in the past I had sucked a cock like this – a large cock that somehow fit comfortably in the mouth. Then I remembered!

“Eulalio! You are Eulalio!”

“You got it, Rusty!” Eulalio laughed. “I knew you would recognize my dick – you used to love it, right?”

I felt a great relief! Eulalio was a kid who I used to suck fifteen or twenty years ago, one of my favorites.

“You scared the shit out of me, Eulalio.”

“Aw, sorry, we were just kidding you.”

“Then you are not angry that I sucked your son?”

“Hell, no. Actually I’d rather he be sticking his dick into some puto’s mouth instead of some girl’s cunt. A guy can really get into trouble that way. In fact, Miguel here is a result of that trouble. There will be plenty of time for pussy later. By the way, how did you like him?”

“I loved him. His dick is almost as tasty as his dad’s!”

Everybody laughed.

Just then, Raul and Tommy came running up with clubs in hand, but seeing that everybody was happy, threw them into the woods.

“Well, if you like,” said Eulalio, “you can try my second son. Don’t worry, he is old enough. In fact, he jerks off so often, he practically shakes the house down!” Everybody laughed. (These people sleep in hammocks, in houses made of sticks and palm. Any movement, in any of the hammocks, vibrates all of the other hammocks.)

“Mario, get over here.” Everybody looked at Mario, behind me. He was the red-shorted boy who had seen me sucking Lilo in the bushes. Mario looked shy and embarrassed. He didn’t budge. His dad grabbed him, pulled him over and stood him in front of me.

“What do you think – is he of your liking?”

I looked up at the boy. “He is very cute,” I said.

“Pull down your shorts, Mario,” said Eulalio.

Mario grinned, timidly, and shook his head no.

“What’s the matter, Mario?” asked his dad, “Haven’t you ever been sucked before?” The boy shook his head again.

“Well it’s about time, then. Don’t worry--it won’t hurt. Show us you are a man!”

Eulalio loosened his son’s belt and pulled the shorts and bikini down and off his feet. His older brother pulled the boy’s T-shirt off, leaving the kid completely naked in front of me.

I looked up at the boy. “Wow, he looks exactly like you at that age, even his cock!”

“Like father, like son,” said Eulalio. "I don’t know what happened with Miguel (the older brother), though. He has his mother’s dick.”

The muchachos howled with laughter!

“I meant, from that side of the family.” (Miguel has a long, thin penis.)

I looked up into Mario’s eyes, “Do you want me to suck you?”

The boy nodded his consent. I leaned toward his crotch and sniffed his dick. Like father, like son! I took his young, black penis into my mouth and sucked it until it got stiff in my mouth. I sucked him like I used to suck his father many years ago. And I loved it.

I felt a rough hand slip into my shorts, cupping an ass cheek. “Remember, Rusty, what we had gotten into doing just before I got married? You liked it, didn’t you.”

I knew what he was up to, and it scared me. Eulalio had grown a lot since those days. The skinny kid had turned into a big, strong man. And that muscle between his legs had grown in proportion. I looked behind me – Eulalio was pulling his shirt off. His chest was hairy, his arms and shoulders were massive, muscular from hard work.

“You missed me, didn’t you, Rusty.”

Eulalio’s fingers reached down between my cheeks and pressed against my anus. It clinched tight, instinctively.

“You missed me, huh, Rusty?”

Eulalio spit in his hand and rubbed it in my ass crack. He pulled his pants and underwear down and stepped out of them, completely naked. His big, black cock stood out straight and hard from a thick bush of pubic hair.

“Did you miss me?”

“Yes, Eulalio, I did. You disappeared – I didn’t know what happened to you. I missed you a lot.”

Eulalio loosened my belt and pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees.

“Come on, Rusty. Let’s get you naked, like me.”

I lifted up one knee and then the other so that he could pull my shorts and underwear off of me. Then he pulled my shirt off over my head. I felt embarrassed in my nakedness.

“Okay, Mario, you sit down on the ground in front of Rusty. Rusty, you lean down over Mario and suck his dick. I am going to show my boys how a man gets his rocks off. A boy just sits there and gets his dick sucked. A man fucks.”

“Tommy,” I said, “look in my shorts for a rubber.”

Eulalio said, “We didn’t used to use rubbers.”

“Well, times have changed, Eulalio.”

“A Magnum?” asked Tommy.”

“Yeah, better make it a Magnum. And some lube.”

The lightning flashed, the thunder boomed, the wind gusted violently. The warm, tropical rain poured down over our naked bodies.

Eulalio, his strong, rough, hands gripping my waist, shoved his Mexican cock in and out of my ass forcefully, showing his sons how a man gets his rocks off. Squirming in the mud before me, laid his cute son, his virgin dick buried deeply in my mouth.

It was like the old days. Better than the old days.

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