Gay Erotic Stories

Well it's been over a week since Anthony and I had our sexual encounter and I was missing him. I've been in the attic a number of times since and each time I made an extra effort to make sure he could hear me working and know I was in the attic. Each time I was hoping that he would call up to me. But nothing was happening even though I knew he was home. So I thought there must be something going on because the way he ate cock the last time he was up, I was sure he would want more cock.

I was busy working away on some project when I heard his girlish voice calling my name. I called back to him and told him to come up. As he reached the top of the stairs I could see he was carrying his math book again. "Need some more tutoring?" I asked. He shook his head yes and proceeded to the couch. I sat down next to him and he immediately put his hand in my crouch and started rubbing my already hardened dick. There was no hesitation or looking at the math book which he put on the floor. He was there for one thing and we both knew what it was.

Like the first time, my dick got hard instantly, and within a few moments he was unzipping my fly. There it was again that same glance for my approval and then he was down on my joystick, first kissing it, then licking it, and then taking it down to my pubic hairs into his mouth and sucking with unbelievable passion. There was no doubt that he missed me and I missed his hot wet mouth. He brought me to that point of no return so quickly that I almost gave it up.

But I stopped him just in time and we both watched as some precum oozed out of my mushroom head. He licked it up. I bent over and removed my sneakers and socks then stood up and removed my shirt, my pants and boxer shorts. I was naked in front of him. His eyes were reeling with delight as he drunk in my nakedness. He put his face into my genitals as he smelled me, kissed and licked my balls, pubic hairs and groin area. I was burning up. He got up and followed my cue this time and removed all of his clothes. I lay down on the couch as I watched him disrobe and saw his nakedness, too. He was skinny, but he had a nice smooth hairless body, except for his pubic area. And of course there was that 7+ inches of cut cock that popped out of his shorts and stood at attention. At that time I fought off any desire I had to suck that beauty. Reflecting back on that time now, I wished I hadn't. It was a mouthful . He lay down alongside of me in a 69 position. I could smell his genitals that's how close they were to my face. I began to jerk him off and played with his tool and balls. He must have liked that because he responded by sucking the mushroom head and gorging himself with my six-inch cock. He ingested the whole shaft down to my pubic hairs again. I could hear his straining to breathe, but he wouldn't let my hot cock out of his mouth. He just kept sucking it and sucking it. I was burning up and when I get that hot I'm liable to do anything. And I did. I found myself kissing his balls. I remember thinking to myself I can't get any diseases from licking and kissing his balls, can I?

This seemed to get him really going. He began quickly moving his mouth up and down the shaft of my throbber, sucking the head a little and then moving down the shaft to my pubic hairs. It wouldn't be long now I thought as I continued to lick and kiss his balls. I held his head as I shoved my cock in and out of his mouth. I released his head as my cock gushed a load of cum into his mouth. I shoved my cock down his throat filling him once more with my bitter sweet cum. He gasped and snorted gulping it all down as quickly as it came.

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.

I got up from the couch and so did he. He stood with his back toward my front and asked me to hold him from behind. Rubbing his nude body, with his lean smooth back and ass, against mine he jerked off. 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 and it didn't take long for him to moan with delight as he dropped his load all over the floor and wall.

We cleaned up like last time using some old rags. And again I began regretting what I had done. I could still taste his balls and it disgusted me. I vowed to myself not to do this dirty thing again. I 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.