Gay Erotic Stories

"I don't like the looks of this, Nic." 18-year-old Mac was standing on the steps of their dad's Northwood's cabin, looking up at the puzzling purple/black sky, while his twin brother Nic stood near the living room window, watching the wind lash angrily at the tops of the trees. The air buzzed with the electric promise of impending storm.

They were up north, visiting their dad, who was still at work and wouldn't be home until late that night. The day had been picture perfect, sunny and warm; they tromped through the generous pine forest, waded in streams, and explored the surrounding hills. They couldn't have asked for a nicer day. Then around four that afternoon, the sky changed colors, the wind picked up, and a sudden drop in temperature sent them hiking quickly for home.

By the time they got back to the cabin, the sky was a worried black, thunder rattled in the distance, and the swirling afternoon atmosphere was filled with static and leaves. They were in for a big one.

Nic stepped back from the window and let the curtains fall back against the wall. "Maybe we should get some candles together in case the power goes out."

Mac didn't answer. He was too busy looking at the sky, scanning for funnel clouds or anything out of the ordinary.

"Hey, Mac," Nic called, trying to get his brother's attention.

Mac turned and looked at him. "Sorry. Got lost there for a second. Candles. Right."

They rummaged through their dad's kitchen drawers and came up with four big candles and a large box of kitchen matches. Accustomed to lodge living and the rough weather that sometimes came with it, the boys' father was well prepared for sudden emergencies. Mac grabbed a portable radio and Nic rummaged around under the sink until he found the big emergency flashlight. He flipped it on to check the battery. A flash of bright light confirmed that it was fully charged and ready for use.

"Maybe we should head down to the cellar," Mac said. "The radio says tornado warning. One touched down about nine miles west. I can't see anything out there yet, but I guess we better play it safe."

"Fine with me," Nic answered, heading for the front door. The flipped the lights off inside the cabin and stood on the front steps. The wind was howling strongly now, ripping through their hair, tearing at their jackets.

"Holy shit," Mac laughed as the wind nearly knocked him off his feet. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

Nic laughed too as they jumped down the front steps and ran to the side of the cabin in strained slow motion, their bodies pushing against the force of the wind. They reached a small trapdoor extending from the side of the cabin, leading down into the small, unfurnished cellar. Mac pulled it open and jumped back in amused surprise as the wind caught the long aluminum door and nearly ripped it out of his hands. "Wow," he yelled as they hurried down the steps and pulled the trapdoor shut behind them. "I almost lost an arm."

"Yep," his brother nodded. "Nasty shit, Mac."

Flipping on the flashlight beam, Nic scanned the room for a light switch or a hanging light bulb chain. He found one, dangling down from the ceiling, and reached up to give it a tug. "Nothing," he said, as the tiny chain clicked an empty effort. "Power must be out already. Either that, or the bulb's too old."

"Guess we're stuck in shadow land," Mac shrugged, lighting a couple of candles and standing them upright on the floor.

The boys looked around their dad's storm cellar. There wasn't much to see. A few dusty shelves lined one wall. There were pillows and sleeping bags, jugs of emergency water, packs of batteries, also very dusty. Nic took the bedding down and shook it out a little, coughing slightly as specks of dust rose up and danced across the beam of the flashlight. He spread the sleeping bag out on the smooth cement floor, and the boys sat down, picnic style, to wait out the storm.

They weren't too worried. Living in Minnesota all their lives, they were used to bad weather and sudden storms. Tornado season was nothing new. A trip down to the basement or cellar wasn't uncommon a couple times a summer. However, this was the first time they'd been down in their dad's cabin cellar and they were curious to see what it looked like.

"Check it out," Mac said, directing the flashlight beam a little higher on the shelf. "Looks like there's some magazines up there."

"Good, at least we'll have something to read."

The radio was nothing but weather reports and emergency warning tones. Mac moved in closer to examine their find. On the top of the highest shelf, tucked way back into a corner, a stack of twenty magazines sat, gathering dust, apparently long forgotten by their dad. Standing on a large toolbox he found in the corner, he reached up and grabbed the dusty stack, carrying them down to the sleeping bag and spreading them out for a closer look. "Holy shit!" he grinned. "This is all gay stuff!"

His brother's mouth dropped open as the two boys looked at the titles of the magazines in front of them. "Man Toy.", "Hung.", "Huge.", "Hot Cock."

Nic's eyes were wide. "Jesus, Mac...you think these are dad's?"

Mac shrugged. "Beats me," he said. "Why would dad have a bunch of gay pictures?"

Nic shook his head. He flipped open one of the covers. "Whoa!"

The two boys stared in awe at the contents of the magazine. Two muscular jocks were going at it, big time, in an eight-page locker room photo spread. The twin boys gulped and stared and continued to move the flashlight up and down the pages as they anxiously scanned from pose to pornographic pose.

"Wow," Nic whispered. "Awesome."

"Yeah," Mac agreed, eagerly turning the page, hungry for more.

They saw it all, the first jock on his knees, his mouth open wide, swallowing the huge, erect member of his buddy, his face a contorted grimace of pure pleasure.

"Look how big that thing is!" Mac exlaimed. Compared to his own 5 inches, it was a monster.

Then on the next page, one photo buddy bent over the other one's chest, sucking on his nipples, his hand reaching down to fondle a couple of hairy balls the size of ostrich eggs.

"Man," Aaron whispered in admiration. "Those things make mine look like gumballs."

Both boys laughed.

And on the next page, the boys were shocked to see one of the jocks sliding a tongue up the other one's asshole.

"Ooowww…" Mac grimaced. "That's so gross!"

Nic grinned. "But I bet it feels good!"

Both boys tugged absently at their crotches as they continued to look at the pictures, growing stiff and uncomfortable, adjusting their boners.

"I gotta take my pants off," Nic said. "I'm getting hard and horny looking at this stuff."

"Me too," Mac laughed.

The boys smiled at each other. They'd jacked off together a few times, talked about sex, and compared their cocks. They weren't embarrassed to see each other’s equipment. They'd seen each other naked before. Shyly given each other’s cock a few quick touches a time or two. Certainly not to the point of cumming...but enough that they were comfortable now, removing their pants and sitting next to each other, naked from the waist down.

Up the stairs and on the other side of the trapdoor, the wind continued to howl. The radio continued to blare out warnings, telling people to stay indoors and seek immediate shelter.

But shining their flashlight and looking at the unexpected treasure of pictures they'd found, the boys' young cocks were rising enthusiastically, and the weather was the last thing on their minds.

"I wonder what that feels like," Nic said, pointing to a picture of one guy sliding his tongue across the head of another guy's engorged cock. "Would you ever let somebody do that to you?"

"Try it and see," Mac grinned lustily, nodding down to his own straining erection.

"You serious?" Nic grinned. "You want me to suck your thing?"

Mac smiled. "First time for everything," he said, laying on his back and stretching out on the sleeping bag, fondling himself lightly while his brother made up his mind.

Nic looked at Mac hesitantly for just a second, then shrugged, and then leaned down over him to taste his brother's cock. He gave it a few shy licks, just to get used to the musky scent of Mac's sparsely haired pubic area. Neither of the boys had much hair yet, but Mac's was a little darker and grown-in than Nic's. It didn't smell bad, just sweaty.

After deciding nothing down there was too dangerous, Nic slid down on his side and took his brother into his mouth fully.

"Ooohhh… Wow," Mac gasped, feeling the heat of his brother's mouth surrounding his pink mushroom head. "That's awesome, Nic."

With skill and enthusiasm he didn't even know he had, his brother worked like a champ, using his tongue to tease the head with wide, prodding circles. While he licked and sucked, Mac coaxed him to lay down further, side-by-side, head to toe, in a first-time sixty-nine position. And it worked just fine.

His brother's cock slid into his own eager mouth effortlessly, and soon the two boys were loudly slurping and moaning in pleasure as they ate each others' cocks and fondled each others' hairless balls. They stopped once in awhile to shift positions, grabbing more of the magazines and laying them next to their heads so they could look at the pictures and enjoy their sex play at the same time. The candles and the flashlight offered dim viewing, but close up, they could make out the shapes of the much larger men in the magazine, duplicating their own urgent mouth movements.

Mac was the more aggressive of the two, bucking his hips and shoving his cock deep into Nic's throat, making him gag occasionally as his hard boyhood slid firmly and wetly in and out of the small groaning mouth.

Nic enjoyed thrusting more gently, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back into Mac's mouth with a slow, steady movement.

Both boys were close to shoot in minutes. The combination of the magazine photos and the oral stimulation was too much to bear much longer. They both slowed down, neither one of them willing to have it end too soon.

"Wait," said Mac, removing his mouth. "How about trying to fuck me?"

"Serious?" asked Nic? "You mean in your ass?"

"Yeah…" Mac said, rolling his eyes.

Both boys grinned and Mac got up on his hands and knees, reaching behind himself and spreading his butt cheeks apart the way he'd seen it on the page he'd been reading.

Nic spit down on his cock and started rubbing it, enjoying the hot, clean sight of his brother's exposed target. "This is going to be awesome," Nic said, anxious to slip his throbbing cock between Mac's smooth, spreading cheeks.

"Put some spit on my hole, too," Mac said. "Get it slippery so it won't hurt so much." Nic followed instructions, spitting on his fingers and wiping it up and down his brother's butt crack, paying extra attention to the tight rosebud entrance. Soon, it was covered in a layer of thick, warm saliva. Just touching Nic's ass sent shivers down his spine. Nic couldn't wait until his cock was in there. He was dying to know what it felt like.

"Go slow," Mac instructed, already starting to stroke his own cock again, excited and hard, knowing his brother was about to fuck him like the magazine pictures showed.

Nic bent forward and aimed his cock at his brother's opening. He pushed forward a little too quickly, bringing a moan of surprised discomfort from his brother. "Ouchhh… Not so fast!"

"Sorry," Nic said, pulling back. He kneeled there at his brother's entrance, re-lubing his cock with more spit, pressing it slowly near the hole, and allowing Mac time to back up at his own pace, to control the penetration in a way that was more comfortable.

"Ooohhh… Yeah…" Mac whispered, stroking his cock and pushing himself backwards onto Nic's long, thin erection. "That's better. I just need to back it in slow. Aaahhh…"

"Is it going in?" Nic asked. He couldn't see. The candles weren't bright enough and the flashlight beam was pointing up at the ceiling.

"Yeah…" Mac grunted through gritted teeth. "It's going in now. Feel it?"

Nic felt the tip of his dick slide into his brother's rectum with a definite pop. Suddenly, it was surrounded by the most intense, tight heat he'd ever felt. "Awesome," he shuddered. "You have got to try this. Yeah…"

"Do it to me first," Mac said eagerly. "Slide it in and out. Real slow at first. It still hurts a little."

Nic obeyed. Pushing slowly, a half-inch at a time, he slid himself deep into Mac's waiting asshole, surprised at how easily it went in after the initial difficult thrust of inserting the tip. Now it was just a smooth, slippery push or two, and suddenly he was buried as deeply as he could go.

"Ooohhh… Aaahhh…" sighed Mac. "That's more like it. Uuummm…"

Nic began thrusting in and out with steady, controlled motions.

"Ooohhh… Uuummm... Nic!" Mac groaned. "This is great!"

"What's it feel like?" Nic whispered to his brother, his voice shaking, his body trembling with the heat and the heavenly tightness surrounding his cock.

"Hard and good," Mac groaned. "Full...like I can feel it all the way up into my throat or something. Not painful at all. Just really, really full. Ooowww… Great…"

Nic continued to fuck him. Slowly and gently. He put his hands on Mac's shoulders to brace himself, squeezing the firm skin, grabbing on, almost rowing himself into his brother's eager body.

"Do it faster, please… I want it…" Mac begged. "And harder, too. I want you to do it harder. Aaahhh…"

Nic picked up the tempo. Mac groaned as his brother began thrusting into him with more force. He jacked himself quickly now, feeling the familiar tightness in his stomach and the warm flush in his neck that told him he was about to cum. It felt so good, having his brother pounding into him like that. So strong. So complete.

"Harder. Uuummm…" Mac begged his brother. "Do it as hard as you can. Aaahhh…"

Nic pounded with full force, and his brother cried out in pleasure. His jacking hand came to a stop, and a sweet, forceful jet of cum shot itself from the tip of his cock. He moaned and gasped, "Ooohhh… God...Ooohhh… Shit..." as Nic continued to pound into him now, rabbit fast. He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding against him, trying to milk him into orgasm.

"Ooohhh… God. Aaahhh… I'm cumming too," Nic gasped. He grabbed his brother's sides and thrust into him wildly, his entire body tensing as he shot his load deep into his brother's hungry hole. He knew he couldn't cum much, but it felt like shot after shot was erupting from his dick, his whole body shook with each hot pulse.

"Ouchhh… Uuummm… God..." Nic whispered repeatedly, trying to catch his breath. "Fucking great, Mac. You wouldn't believe how tight you are."

Mac grinned as Nic pulled his cock out. He could feel small dabs of cum leaking from his asshole. He could smell a musky, sweet smell. Nothing bad, just soft and pungent, filling the air between them. He felt really good. Freshly fucked. Full. Satisfied.

"You can do me next," Nic said, grabbing his underwear and pulling on his pants. "Maybe tonight, after dad goes to sleep."

Mac grinned. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll get lost in the storm."

The two boys laughed and went back to their magazines and, as soon as they'd recovered enough, they’re masturbating. After the wind died down and the radio announced the storm was over, they rolled up the sleeping bag, but now stained with a few drying streaks of white glaze, and tucked it back up on its shelf. The magazines, however, never quite found their way back to their original spot in the cellar.

Hidden under their bunks upstairs in the cabin, it wasn't too long before the twins were calling it an early night, bolting their door shut and flipping through a few more of the erotic, educational pages.

As their dad slept soundly in the room across the hall, Mac and Nic grinned at each other and pulled off their pants again. It was going to be a great, long summer...and weather permitting; they'd be brewing up a few good storms of their own.

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