Gay Erotic Stories

It was a warm spring day and I still had a lot of work to do in the attic. We lived on the bottom floor of a two family home, which my family owned in Brooklyn. We rented the second floor and the attic was on the third floor. I was remodeling the two-room attic, painting and paneling the walls and ceilings. This was going to be my new hideaway, a retreat where I could enjoy the finer things in life. I was a lean energetic virile young man, about 5’ 6", 145 lbs, and developing a hairy chest but had plenty of dark thick pubic hairs surrounding a 6 inch thick cut cock, which I loved to play with it, making it hard and then watching it shoot the hot stuff all over my nakedness. The attic was the place I could work a little, study a little and then play and play. I’d tried many different things to heighten my masturbating experience, using oils, rubbing myself with different fabrics, goosing my self, etc. I loved to experiment but for the most part was more curious then queer. I had a great fear of being queer. So I limited my activities to myself and my nice cock.

One afternoon when as usual there was no one at home, I went up to the attic to finish a small project. I heard a quiet feminine high-pitched voice from the floor below calling my name. It was Anthony the tenant’s son. He was tall, about 6’ and very thin, maybe 110 lb. gaulky looking but cute, in a way. His dad was a merchant marine and was seldom home during Anthony's younger years. For the most part he grew up without a father figure. His mom and aunt were his primary parents and role models. Maybe that's why, when he was a youngster, he acted like a little girl screaming and running around flaring his hands. But he was far from puberty then and it wasn't abnormal for a young boy to act like a girl when excited or playing. But knowing him as well as I did, I always thought he was definitely queer. Now, having come of age, he seemed to have grown out of the girlie ways, although he was still feminine in many ways.

I called back down to him and he then asked if he could come up. I was busy but he sounded pleading so I thought I’d give him a few moments. As he climbed up the stairs I saw he had a large math book in his hand. He reminded me that his mom had asked me if I would tutor him in math because he was having such a hard time. I thought to myself, I’m in the middle of this project, if I stop now I may not get it done today. As I looked into his sad stressed out eyes, I heard myself say, "Okay"!

We sat on an old couch I had recycled from the family’s old furniture that was discarded a few years back. I opened the book, which was the size of a three ring binder and spread it across our laps. In opening it, I had grabbed the left cover opening it fully to the left; I found my hand on Anthony’s lap, actually very close to his crotch. I felt that tingly feeling inside me and liked where my hand was, so I left it there.

When it came time to turn the page, I told him to turn the page. He reached over grabbed the right hand page and after turning it over, returned his hand to the right hand corner of the book, which was on my lap. After repeating this a couple of times, his hand also gravitated to my lap. My lap was now full of hard dick and I could feel his hand touching my pants right above it. The back of my hand was now in his lap and I could feel his hard manliness. I slowly moved my hand under the cover, feeling more of his hard cock below with the back of my hand. He took the cue. He turned his hand palm down on my lap and found my crotch and tool. He gently stroked it with his long slender fingers. The reading stopped, and the playing began.

We closed the book and began rubbing each other’s crotch. That’s when he decided he wanted to get a look at that big stick in my pants. So, he opened my fly, undid my belt and fly button, opened my pants and stuck his hand down my boxers pulling out my hot joystick. He looked at me, then looked at it and put his face real close to my hot iron. He first licked it and kissed it and then consumed the whole shank. Sucking it all the way down to my pubic hairs, wetting the entire shank and sucking hard and fast. He was going too fast and I was too hot. I wanted to heighten and delay my climax, so I stopped him before I reached the point of no return. I stood up and took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered with anticipation as I removed my shirt first, then my pants, and then my underwear.

I walked up to him and shoved my stiff dick in his face again. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed it and put it in his mouth again. I held his head as I slowly fucked his face with my hot hard iron. His hot panting mouth made me hot again and I pulled it out and let him lick me all over my groin area. He liked tasting me and savoring my body. He let his tongue find those intimate sensual pleasure spots, and I was loving it. I laid down on the couch alongside of him putting one leg on the back of the couch the other in his lap. I pulled his head down into my crotch and he went down again on my hard cock swallowing it down to the pubic hairs, sucking it, wetting it, eating like it was a mellow rose ice cream stick. Again I felt the sensation rise up inside and I was ready. I held his head with my hands and as I was about to fuck his face but he got up. He began removing his clothes to reveal a skinny lean long torso. He had a tiny ass. The cheeks of his ass were the size of a honeydew melon. But he was well endowed with a 7+ inches of cut cock. It was long and slender just like the rest of him. As I watched him remove his clothes, I gently stroked my dick keeping it hot for him.

He knelt down in front of the couch and as I removed my hands from my hot cock he took their place with his long hot hand stroking my dick and inserting it in his mouth again. His hot lips surrounded the mushroom head of my cock and he sucked hard and long on that tender soft piece of meat. I closed my eyes as my head began to swirl with feelings of delight as he consumed my cock and balls. Then he got up on the couch and laid down along side of me with his head in my crotch and my dick deep in his throat. I opened my eyes and was dazzled when I saw his hard cock within inches of my nose.

Whoa! I thought to myself, I’m not sucking him; only queers suck cock and I’m not queer. So I moved my head away, grabbed his cock with my hand and played with it instead. He liked that and began increasing his sucking and licking. He couldn’t get enough of my hot tool bobbing up and down on it at a rapid rate. I reached the point of no return and I held his head as I shoved my hardon down his throat and let go of a youthful load of hot cum into his hot waiting panting mouth. He loved the juice and sucked it all down licking and slurping every drop until there was no more cum and my dick was limp in his mouth. I was exhausted and just laid back enjoying the afterglow as he finished me off with a few last sucks and licks. My hand went limp and I stopped playing with his dick. At this point I just wanted him to leave so I could relax and rest for a few moments.

But after filling him up with all my cum he still wanted more. He asked me if I would stand and hold him from behind rubbing my body against his ass as he jerked off. I thought to myself whatever it takes for him to leave. So I got on my feet as he turned around and I pressed my nude body against his lean smooth back and ass. I felt his hard firm ass. He began to jerk off as I helped him by squeezing and rubbing his balls with one hand and rubbing his chest with the other. The faster I rubbed the faster he stroked his dick. It didn’t take long for him blow his load and what a load it was. He shot all over the floor and wall as he moaned with delight.

We cleaned up using some old rags and got dressed. He was out of there in a few minutes. I was back on the couch resting and thinking about what a dirty thing I just did and wondered what was wrong with me. I felt disgusted and dirty. But even though I had these regrets, I knew even then that I would do it again and again.