Gay Erotic Stories

I was the first to awaken at dawn, and contented myself with the feel of Tommy’s naked backside against my front. My hand rested on his flat, smooth stomach--I let it slide down to cup his sleeping little member. My own cock, stiff from a dream that I tried to remember, was nestled in the crack of Tommy’s ass--not penetrating the boy, but held in place by his firm cheeks.

The dream came back to me slowly, in pieces--a black dick in my mouth, another plunging me from behind. A dull pain caused me to feel between my legs, in back. It had not been a dream! I drifted back to sleep, feeling good, fulfilled.

Soft voices from my young companions woke me again. Raul, on the other side of Tommy, was caressing the white boy’s ear and neck. Tommy was idly feeling Raul’s chest. Both boys were so muddy, they were almost the same brown color.

“So you love me, huh?” said Raul.

“Yeah, I do. Does that bother you?” said Tommy.

“No, just so you don’t tell nobody.”

“Why don’t you want me to tell nobody?”

“Because they will say that I am your mayate.”

“What is a ‘mayate’?”

“That’s a guy who gives dick to a puto.”

“So what? Don’t all of you guys like to get your dicks sucked?”

“Sure. But a mayate is kinda a professional lover. The puto takes care of him, buys his clothes and stuff. The mayate doesn’t have to work or anything--except for giving the puto dick. It isn’t respected.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anybody that I love you. And I won't buy you anything either.”

Tommy was toying with one of Raul’s nipples--tickling the little tit of it with a finger, giving it a little erection. The boys were staring into each other’s eyes. Then Raul did an unexpected thing, unusual for a straight boy--he kissed Tommy fully on the lips! This was not just a little peck, for their lips stayed together, and I knew that their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths.

Tommy, the evening before, had sacrificed his masculinity at the altar of Raul’s groin. Tommy’s lips, in that audacious rite, were converted into the lips of a girl--Raul could kiss them now.

I went outside--it had stopped raining and the morning sun was peeking through the clouds. The river was swollen and brown with silt, but would be safe enough to cross today. I found my clothes in the mud where Eulalio had fucked me, rinsed them in the river and hung them to dry on a branch.

I sat on a log and watched the river go by. The warm sun felt good on my naked skin. There was a pleasurable throbbing in my butt.

The river gurgled, the frogs croaked, the birds twittered, a rooster crowed, hens cackled. The boys inside spoke gently between their kisses.

“Yeah, I love you, Raul. How do you feel about me?”

“I like you a lot, Tommy.”

“But you don’t love me. Not even a little bit?”

“Well, yeah, a little bit. But I can’t love you like you love me. I love you like a friend.”

“You mean like you love Beto and Marcelino.”

“Yeah,” I heard another little kiss, and then, “maybe a little bit more.”

Two young roosters, “teenage roosters,” started sparring in front of me. So much like teenage boys, they jumped at each other, fluffing up the feathers on their necks to make themselves look as macho and scary as possible. Hormones.

Inside the hut, the boys spoke gently and softly. They caressed each other lovingly. There was no longer a need for macho competition because Tommy had surrendered his male pride and given it to Raul.

I went down to the water’s edge. The wooden canoe was full of water but had not sunk. I started bailing the water out of it. Suddenly, I heard angry shouting!

Tommy came storming out of the hut. “Fuck you!” he shouted.

“Fuck you too!” yelled Raul.

(The teenage roosters again)

“Wow, he’s sensitive!” said Tommy, pulling a muddy bikini up over his stiff dick.

“What happened?” I asked.

“All I did was put his hand on my dick.”

“Yeah, he wants me to be a puto like him,” said Raul, coming out of the hut and pulling a muddy bikini up over his stiff dick.

“No I don’t!” yelled Tommy. “Besides, I’m not a puto. I’m bisexual.”

“Whatever. But playing with dicks is your thing, not mine!”

“Fuck you!” yelled Tommy.

“Fuck you too!” yelled Raul.

“Well,” I said, “before you fuck yourselves, would you please help me pull the canoe up higher onto the bank so that it won’t sink altogether?”

Raul and Tommy, glaring angrily at each other, got on opposite sides of the canoe, and after a lot of struggling, we got it up the bank.

“Hey!” said Tommy, “Where is the bag with our clothes?”

“I left it in the canoe,” said Raul.

“The canoe was full of water," I said. "The bag probably is half way to Cuba by now.”

“Oh, great!” said Tommy. “Thanks to dumb-butt we don’t have any clothes!”

“Fuck you!” shouted Raul.

“Fuck you too!” yelled Tommy.

Raul suddenly pushed Tommy. Tommy pushed back. Before I could stop them, they were fighting, hitting each other. Tommy got a wrestling hold on Raul and threw him down on the ground. Raul grabbed Tommy’s leg and twisted it, causing him to fall too. The boys wrestled in the mud, sliding down the slippery bank.

“Watch out!” I yelled too late--they fell into the swift current and were swept away! Horrified, I stared into the swirling brown water. They had completely disappeared! I ran, in a panic down the riverbank looking for them. Finally I saw Raul holding onto a branch.

“Where is Tommy?” I yelled.

Raul looked around. “I don’t see him!”

“Oh, my God!” I thought. I ran further down the bank, looking frantically for the boy. He was nowhere to be seen!

“There he is!” yelled Raul.

“Where?”

“Behind the reeds!”

Then I saw Tommy’s hand, clutching a reed. His head came up briefly and then went under again.

“I’ll get him!” yelled Raul and slipped again into the dangerous current.

“Oh fuck!” I thought. “Now I’ve lost both of them!”

But Raul surfaced in the reeds, and hanging precariously onto a flimsy limb with one hand, reached and grabbed Tommy’s wrist. I came running up as the limb was tearing loose. I picked up a branch and passed an end to Raul.

“Grab on!” I yelled.

I pulled, and managed to get Raul closer to the shore where we could pull Tommy out of the water. His eyes were open, rolled back and he wasn’t breathing! I laid him down on the bank and felt for a pulse in his neck. His heart was still beating! Raul leaned over him, placed his mouth over Tommy’s and started blowing the life back into him. Tommy’s eyes started rolling around and then–he winked at me! The little turd was faking!

Raul pulled off of him. “Tommy! Don’t die!” Raul pleaded. “Please don’t die!”

Raul lowered his lips to Tommy’s again and when they made contact, Tommy gave him a loud smooching kiss! Raul backed off with a surprised “What?”

The first thing Tommy said, looking up into Raul’s eyes, was “Are you still mad at me?” I started laughing. Raul was too stunned to answer right away. Then finally, “No I’m not mad any more. But I ought to throw your sorry ass back in the river so you can drown for real!” Then all three of us laughed and hugged each other, glad to be alive and glad to be friends.

When we got back up to the canoe, there was a young black man waiting for us, barefoot and shirtless. It was Miguel, Eulalio's son.

“You guys shouldn’t be swimming in the river! It’s too dangerous!”

“No shit?” said Raul.

“Yeah. Hey, here are some bananas for you. How about giving me a ride to the other side when you go?”

All of us zeroed in on the bananas and went for them! We were starved!

“OK,” said Raul, chewing on a banana, "but bring another paddle.”

Miguel was looking at me with a sly look in his eye. He pulled a banana out of his mouth and I saw that he had cut a ridge onto the end of it with his teeth. He slid it slowly back through his thick black lips without taking his eyes off of mine. The other boys hadn't noticed this invitation for me to swing again on his long black dick. I nodded and slipped my banana into my mouth seductively.

Miguel started to leave, but then turned and looked at Raul and Tommy. “Hey, wasn’t Tommy wearing that yellow bikini yesterday? And Raul the blue one?”

Raul and Tommy looked at each other’s bikinis in wide-eyed surprise - they had gotten switched! Right away, with sheepish looks on their faces, the boys stripped them off, threw them to each other and put them back on.

“Weird,” said Miguel.

“Fuck off,” said Raul. “Go get your stuff.” Miguel ran off.

“Tommy,” said Raul, “I’m sorry about what I said - you know, about being a puto. And I shouldn’t have gotten so mad when you put my hand on your dick. I mean, you’re a guy like me - you have a dick and it gets hard like mine. So, I understand. But I can't play around with another guy that way. With Rusty here, its different - he really enjoys sucking dick. I give him good dick and he gives me good blowjobs. A fair trade, that’s the way it should be. So I think we should quit messing around that way. I can’t be what you want me to be. Let’s just be friends."

Now Tommy spoke, with tears in his eyes. “Raul, I don’t want you to be anything but what you are. I love you. You don’t have to do anything to me that you don’t want to--I don’t care about that. I sucked your dick yesterday and I enjoyed it. I would do it again.” Tommy started sniffling. Raul looked at me and then back at Tommy.

“OK, Tommy. Let’s see if you mean it. And let’s make sure that we understand each other. Come here.”

Raul took Tommy’s hand and placed it on the bulge of his bikini.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” said Tommy.

“Pull my bikini down, Tommy. Take it off of me.”

Tommy did that, leaving the Mexican completely naked in front of him.

“Do you like the way I look? Do I turn you on?”

Tommy looked up and down the brown boy’s body. “Yes,” he replied.

“Feel my dick, Tommy. Does it feel good in your hand?” Tommy felt it and then nodded.

“Get down on your knees, Tommy. Smell it. Get up close. Do you like that smell?” Tommy inhaled the pungent man-odor and again nodded.

“Try tasting that stuff that’s leaking out of it. See if you like it too.” Tommy reached out with his tongue, licked the drop of fluid into his mouth, tasted it and nodded again. Raul was getting excited, his dick swelling rapidly.

“OK, Tommy, pull back my foreskin. Taste the crud that’s under it. If you like that, you must really like dick.” Tommy pulled back the skin, revealing the maroon glans. It was covered with gunk. Tommy approached it, gagged, and backed off.

“Can’t handle it? Then I guess you don’t like dick enough. Pass me my bikini and let’s go.”

Tommy held his breath, leaned forward again and licked the glans.

“Clean it up, Tommy. Get all of it. That’s good. Now the balls. A good blowjob includes ball licking. You’re doing great - are you enjoying it so far?” Tommy nodded yes again, but then seeing a form approaching through the forest, started to stand up.

Raul held him down and said, “Its only Miguel, don’t worry.”

“But he will see us!” protested Tommy.

“It doesn’t matter - let him watch. Do you want to suck me or not?”

Miguel crouched down behind some bushes to spy.

Tommy stared at the stiffening brown dick before him, the maroon end of it shiny with his spit. Tommy was intoxicated with the aroma and taste of Raul's secretions.

"Grip it right here, Tommy, with your lips." Raul indicated a point on the pulled-back foreskin, about an inch past the ridge of the glans. "OK, now slide the foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick. Yeah, that feels good. Suck it while you do it -- a little tighter. Yeah."

Raul quit talking and I saw his eyes glaze over in the intense pleasure that Tommy was giving him. His legs started trembling and he gripped the trees on either side to keep himself from falling. He swung his head from side to side like he usually does when I am sucking him, his face contorted in an ugly grimace. He released his hold on one of the trees, and with his hand pulled Tommy's head toward his crotch. The brown shaft disappeared into the white boy's mouth.

"Unnnh!" Raul grunted, as his prostate sphincter contracted, forcing the first wad of Mexican semen down the urethra and into his young buddy's mouth. He held Tommy against him until the spasms finally stopped, and then released him. Tommy pulled off of the prick, gasping for breath.

"Wow!" said Raul. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

"Yes," said Tommy, coughing.

"Do you like the taste of my cum? Swallow it if you do."

We could see Tommy's Adam's apple move as he swallowed Raul's cum. Then Tommy, without prodding, took the cum-covered head of Raul's cock back into his mouth and sucked while he milked the remainder of the Mexican cum into his mouth with his hand.

Raul then looked down at the American boy and said, "Thanks for the blowjob, Tommy. That felt great!"

Tommy looked up into the dark Mexican eyes. Raul seemed to be waiting for a response. "Oh," Tommy stammered, "thanks for letting me suck your dick."

Raul grinned and tussled Tommy's hair. "Now I think we are understanding each other. I gave you something that you liked and you gave me something that I liked--a fair trade. I am on this end of the dick and you are on that end. We are never going to switch places. Is that okay with you?"

Tommy nodded his assent.

"Ah, there is only one more ‘yes’ that you need to give me.”

“What’s that?"

“Will you suck any of my friends that I ask you to?”

“What? Now you’re going too far! I love you, not them!”

“You still don’t get it, do you? We don’t want them to know about us--that we love each other. You have to treat me just like them. And you have to treat them just like me. That way they won’t suspect anything. You can start with Miguel. What do you say?”

Tommy hesitated. "I didn't know I'd have to suck the whole fucking world."

Raul whistled and motioned for Miguel to come over. Tommy was about to get his first taste of black cock.

To be continued …

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