Gay Erotic Stories

All the boys in the snooty Oregon town of KKK Democrats had silver trumpets- he'd seem them for sale in the local music store. But he'd also seen that one Chinese boy playing in the sultry heat on an Oregon day before a quaint white bandstand and knew it was time to strike with his sublime musical ignorance at full blast- obsequious to a tee and once again, performin' in the park- for free.

"Say, hey, what's up, what's happening, howzit hangin, howzit danglin', howzit bob Chinaboy, whatcha gotfer me?" he asked.

The boy giggled. He was a little appalled to be embraced by this strange comedian so soon, true, but you know how charm is. He wasn't particularly sublime but he was young, scrawny and like, what the hell else do you need?

"Are you going to give me blow lessons? I'm workin' my lip off with this here ugly bronze trumpet I stole from the lady in front of the Salvation Army last Jingle Bells when she went for her suck break and I was like just wondrin' if you could maybeeee... demonstrate some lip pursing techniques?"

My fly actually produced a small brushing sound during this charming proposition.

"Sure thing," he relates.

Now I gotta tell ya this little ABC had style. His face was prettier than a girl's face in that way only a Japanese boys' face can be prettier than a girl's, but by God, he was a Chinese kid, which is so much the better. He pulled me in the bushes so fast I thought his mom was gonnah have a cat for lookin' around.

The kid could suck. He sucked me like there was no tomorrow because security mom started going inta serious conniptions- and those Chinese dames have got some vocal chords on'm, lemme tellya.

The best thing about the laddy as I recall him on that day was the resigned, infatuated stupidity of his parting smile as she smacked him upside the face and a dollop of cum swung and stuck cartoonishly against the blue side of the Porto-san. We'd managed a highly ineffectual part-to-each-other's side of the Porto-san maneuver which deceived the sweet ole broad for OOOH about The Great Seven Thousandths of a Second.

Fortunately our fate had been de-frogged that very day as he'd just turned eighteen and now he's my chief squeeze here in Phalluscor, Oregon.

I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him and he just keeps getting prettier, and hey, mom's come around too...

But that's another story...

(Just kiddin’ baby.)