Gay Erotic Stories

There was a guy in two of my classes named Pete, who might have suspected I was bi, but didn't know it for sure. Pete was about as tall as I was, but had a more muscular build. He was a bit of a jock, playing hockey and football on the school teams. We both liked sailing, but he lived in a subdivision and I lived on a lake. At the end of the school year, I told him to come over to go sailing anytime he wanted to.

One time when he came over, the rest of my family was away at my grandparents for the week, and Pete and I went out for a late afternoon sail. We got out a little too far, and were taken by surprise by a thunderstorm that blew up quickly. We headed back, but got caught in the rain and drenched. Just as we approached the dock, a gust caught us and we nearly capsized, losing our spare lifejackets in the process. We released the sail, and Pete jumped out and pulled us to the dock. We got the boat tied up and went into the house.

Although it was quite warm out, the wind had given us a chill. I told Pete he could have the bathroom first for a hot shower. After undressing in the bathroom, he leaned out the door and yelled "What should I do with my clothes?"

"Leave them in the sink" I said, "I'll loan you a pair of my jeans until they're dry." I handed him a pair of sweat socks and an old pair of Levi's I had that were ripped at the knees.

"That's all?" he said.

"Well, I'm not loaning you my underwear" I told him pointedly.

"I meant a T-shirt" he laughed.

Pete had a quick shower, and came out to the family room with one towel around his waist, using a second one to dry himself off and carrying the jeans. I went in and had a quick shower myself. I dried off, and pulled on my other pair of Levi's 501s (newer and in better shape!), but no underwear, as I often went without around the house.

I picked up our wet clothes and started towards the laundry room. Pete was sitting in the family room watching the TV. As I came back from throwing our wet clothes in the washing machine, Pete stood up and I stared. Pete's a little heavier than I was then, and those jeans were really, really tight on him - and he was showing a huge cock and plainly visible balls tucked down one leg.

I knew Pete had seen my reaction, and I mumbled something as I turned away to hide my stirring erection. I went to my room and grabbed two T-shirts from my drawer, pulling one on and leaving it out so as to hide my crotch. I returned to the family room and tossed the other one to Pete without really looking in his direction. Pete got up out of the chair again, pulled the T-shirt on, and tucked it into the tight jeans. I didn't dare look, but I felt myself getting harder and harder, and I really regretted not putting underwear on. Pete seemed oblivious to my discomfort. I tried to think of something to get me out of this awkward situation before he noticed my arousal.

"We'd better go hang the sail" I said, as the rain had stopped and the light was rapidly fading. I headed for the back door, Pete following silently. Our sneakers were where we had kicked them off, still soaked. I had a pair of school shoes back there, but knew my folks would kill me if I got them wet. I grabbed my tall, black, harness-style motorcycle boots (they're waterproof anyway, I thought), and handed Pete a pair of black hip waders that my Dad and I wore to clean the beach. I sat down on a bench to pull my boots on, tucking my jeans into them, and was uncomfortably aware of Pete's closeness beside me.

I was still struggling with my boots when Pete stood up and turned to face me. On me, those hip waders were a loose fit, but Pete's muscular thighs nearly filled them, and in the fading light, they looked for all in the world like a pair of black leather chaps. His huge balls were right at my eye level, and his now-mostly-erect cock was so long, the head of it was tucked into the top of the boots. After my initial glance, I tried to keep my eyes down, but it was no use - my cock was getting harder and harder. All I could think of was his girlfriend, and whether he let her suck that beautiful cock of his.

Pete turned to the coat rack, and helped himself to my prized black leather biker jacket. He tossed my old Levi's jacket to me and said "I hope you don't mind wearing this, but I really want to try out your leather jacket" I certainly wasn't about to argue, and just mumbled "Yeah, sure..." and pulled the jacket on before continuing with my boots. But the jean jacket fit me pretty snugly, and the T-shirt was bunched up underneath it. "Uh, the T-shirt looks pretty silly like that" Pete said, and my ears burned. 'Silly?' I thought. Is he making a 'you look gay' comment, I wondered? The T-shirt was way too big and floppy to tuck into my jeans.

"Yeah, I guess" I said, and pulled the jean jacket off, took my T-shirt off, and put the jacket back on. Pete paid no attention; he was looking out the door at the shoreline.

Pete headed out the door, and I quickly followed him, grateful that he was leading the way, so that I didn't have to stare at his crotch and he couldn't see my stiffie. "We'd better go try and find those lifejackets while there's still some light" Pete said, and headed to the east end of our property.

"OK." I said, tagging along.

Now the east end of our lot bordered onto an open, low-lying field. The ground was soft there to begin with, and the rain had turned it into a giant mud puddle. Pete headed right out into the mud, and I followed him, thinking he must know where the lifejackets had blown to. The mud quickly became ankle-deep, then calf-deep, and then Pete was in mud up to his knees.

I hesitated, being as I was already close to the top of my boots. Pete stopped, looked back at me, and then started to turn around. As he pulled his feet out of the wet mud, it made the most obscene wet sucking sounds on his boots. He pulled the other one out more slowly, making more sucking noises, and grinned at me as he turned. His cock was rock hard and so was mine. "I see you like sucking noises" he said.

Stunned, I swallowed hard and said nothing, my eyes flicking back and forth between his wicked grin and his bulging jeans. "Come here" he said firmly. I took a step towards him, then another, and then felt the warm rain water running into the top of my boots. I was about five feet away from him, and it took another four slow, suck-noise making steps to get in front of him. "I saw you looking at my cock" he said. "You've been sucking Steve off, haven't you?"

There didn't seem to be any point in denying how turned on I was, so I just nodded dumbly. "You wanna suck mine?" he asked. I was frozen; I wanted to say yes, but was afraid to at the same time. "Get down on your knees in the mud and suck my cock" Pete said, and put his hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me down. I slowly dropped to my knees, feeling the warm mud ooze around my own crotch, my face just inches from Pete's crotch. I undid the buttons and tried to reach in for his cock, but the jeans were just too tight. Pete reached down his pant leg, and eased his huge piece of meat out. A whiff of his fresh cock sweat hit me full in the face and I thought I was going to cream my jeans right there! His cock was a nice 8" and the first one I had seen up close that was uncut. A drop of clear juice was glistening on the end of it, and I nervously opened my mouth as wide as I could to take it in.

I rolled my lips over the head of it, and ran my tongue across it. A moment before, I had been dry-mouthed in fear, but now my mouth was so wet I started drooling. I eagerly took more and more of his cock into my mouth, surprised at my ability to deep-throat something so big without gagging. I was enjoying sucking him so much that it just seemed natural to reach around behind him and fondle his ass. As I did, Pete grabbed both sides of my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth. I spread my jaw as wide as I could and tried to take it down my throat. I was slowly sinking further down into the mud, and could feel the wet warmth of it on my bare belly now. I groaned in pleasure, and Pete started moaning too.

I started opening my mouth a little bit with each of his thrusts, which made a wet, sloppy sucking sound very much like the mud on his thigh-high boots. I ran my hands down his hips to the tops of his boots, and moaned in pleasure again. Pete made a noise like a growl, and I looked up at him. He looked down at me, and the sight on me on my knees in the mud, sucking his cock, moaning in pleasure and looking him right in the eye as I did it was too much for him. He threw back his head and with a yell I thought the whole county would have heard, he slammed his cock to the back of my mouth and fired a huge wad of hot cum right down my throat.

Caught by surprise, I pulled his cock out of my mouth - just in time to catch his second blast right in my face. I leaned back on my heels in the mud, and he sprayed me again, and then another huge jet, soaking the front of my jean jacket. Huge globs of cum were sliding down my face and dripping onto my jacket and chest. In awe of the sheer amount of come he was pumping, and the distance he was shooting it, I quickly undid my jeans and pulled my cock out. It was completely submerged in the mud, and I was surprised by how warm and smooth it felt as I rubbed my cock furiously. His cock continuing to spasm and dribble, Pete looked down at me again and saw what I was doing. He lifted one of his feet, and put it between my legs, gently lifting me with his toe. The head of my cock came up out of the mud, and my hand job was splashing mud everywhere. I grabbed his booted leg with my left hand, pressing his foot to my balls as I stroked as fast as I could. My legs started to shake, and with a yell of my own, I fired a huge blob up the length of his boot, then another, then another.

Exhausted, I collapsed back into the mud, and suddenly my own cum shots were right in my face.

"Lick your cum up" Pete said, and I started slurping on his boots like a slut. I was wiping my face on his other boot, and licking that cum up, too. I licked up all the cum I could find, and kept licking my way up his leg to his crotch. He was still hard, and I greedily took his cock into my mouth again. I started to suck eagerly, but Pete grabbed my head again and told me to slow down. I relaxed a bit, and focused on sucking him gently, but as wetly and sloppily as I could.

After a few minutes of this, I realized with a start that I was totally in love with his cock, and would do anything for him. I wanted to reach in for his balls, but my hands were both covered in mud, so I asked him to get them out for me. He smiled, and gently pulled them out, holding them up for me.

I licked first one, then the other, and then I tried gently sucking each of them into my mouth as Pete stroked his cock. I desperately wanted to take both of them into my mouth at once, but there were just too big. I kept licking them, and then Pete put his hand behind my neck and gently pulled my mouth onto his cock again. He held me there as he slid in and out, and then started thrusting faster and harder. This time I was ready, and as he started cumming, I swallowed as fast as I could, keeping my mouth on his cock the whole time. It was too much for Pete, and as he looked down at me again, I moaned in pleasure for him as I kept swallowing. Pete leaned back, and slowly started to keel over.

Having stood in one spot in the mud so long, he couldn't move his feet. Realizing what was going to happen, I wrapped my arms around his ass and followed him down into the mud. He hit with a huge splash, and as he started to sink into it, I took a huge breath though my nose, and went under, his cock still firmly in my mouth. I felt him give me two more squirts of hot liquid before I had to go back up for air, but I kept stroking his meat with my hand until he begged me to stop. He lay there gasping for breath as I wiped the mud out of my eyes and off my face. Then he rolled towards me, grabbed my arm and said, "If I could possibly get it up again I'd fuck your ass right here."

Which is exactly what we did two nights later - but that's another story!