Gay Erotic Stories

I knew I was gay since I was in the 5th grade, and have had sexual experiences with a family member since I was very young. I was a cute Korean kid and always got a lot of attention, from men more than women oddly. Maybe I was already an expert in seducing grown men, without even knowing it.

I was in junior high, maybe 13 years old. My dad owned a business and had around 10-12 men working for him. A few were Hispanic but most were Korean. I think two were married and the rest single. If I wasn't in school, I used to hang out there often, either in the warehouse or by the front where the office was as well as the store. Many of them would spend time talking to me, asking for my assistance, even though they knew I would get in the way more than be a help to them. They would often tell me how cute I was, and after enough time passed and they felt more comfortable, there was horse-play. A couple of them tried to grab my crotch or grab my balls, and some even gave me playful kisses on the cheek.

I remember this one guy, fresh out of the army; he must've been about 25 and very attractive. One night, work ended late, and as my dad and I were about to head home, he asked if he could get a ride home, to which my dad said sure. We were in one of the smaller delivery vans; my dad was in the driver’s seat, so he and I had to share the passenger seat. The only way for both of us to be comfortable was for me to sit on his lap.

The drive was about 15 minutes, but my dad had to stop by my uncle’s place to pick something up. On the way, with the van bumping along, and me fidgeting to get more comfortable, he put his arms around me to hold me steady, and then, a few minutes later, I noticed that he started getting an erection. I was so grateful that he asked for a ride and that I had to sit on his lap. I probably put him in agony, squirming there on his lap, trying to feel his length against my ass; all the while my dad is talking to him about this and that, oblivious as to what his young son was doing just a foot away.

We reached my uncles place and my dad told us he would only be a few minutes. I wasn't sure what would happen now that we were alone. I stayed there on his lap, his arms were still around me, and his dick was still as hard as a bat. I slowly continued to move my ass around, side to side and up and down. I thought I heard a gasp or moan coming from him. Then he started moving as well, slowly pushing his hips up to meet me when I pushed down, and his arms were wrapping themselves tighter around me. I could also feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and on my ears. This was getting unbearable for both of us but we continued to hump like that in the van for a little while longer.

Then all of a sudden he told me he had to go piss, got out of the van walked across the street toward a mailbox and unzipped. He was about 35 to 40 feet from the van, so I couldn't make out his dick, especially in the dark, but it was clear he wasn't taking a piss. He was jerking off. I was disappointed he stopped our little humping session, but I was also excited to see him jerking off, even if it was in the dark. Shortly, I saw him climax and I don't think I blinked the whole time. He zipped back up and got back in the van, put me on his lap and acted as if nothing happened. He did give me a little squeeze, a mini-bear hug from behind.

Another time when I was 16 or 17, I was goofing around in the warehouse, I had jeans on and my crotch looked very impressive, to anyone who wanted to check me out that is. Mr. K, one of the men who continually told me how cute I was, came over, cupped his hand on my crotch and said, "I knew you had big balls" and chuckled. I pushed his hand away and said that he was being so silly. He told me I should let him see it sometime. I think I blushed.

Now that I was a couple of years older, I was able to go out on simple deliveries as a helper. One Saturday afternoon, Mr. J had to make a quick drop in the city and my dad told me to go with him. There was a lot of traffic, and we just killed the time listening to the radio. Mr. J loved to listen to music. On our way back to the warehouse, there was nothing good on the radio and so Mr. J asked me to sing, he knew I was attending the school of Performing Arts as a vocal music major. I sang 'summertime' from Porgy and Bess, and Mr. J was so impressed. He said, "That was so beautiful, I just have to give you a kiss." and he just leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

We were on the Long Island Expressway, and the traffic was bad, it looked like a parking lot. He asked me to sing another song. I don't remember what I sang, but I remember that I wanted to do a good job so that he would kiss me again. After the last note was sung, he again leaned over, said how great that was and kissed me, but this time; he held my face with both his hands and kissed me on the lips. I was surprised for a second but quickly returned the kiss, a sweet little closed-lip lingering peck.

He looked at me a little surprised and got back to the traffic and the radio. He was married anyway, and I didn't feel right about wanting to do more with him. But he was cute!

A few weeks later, I went out on another delivery, this time with Mr. K. We stopped at several places, me being the good helper; I stacked the boxes to be dropped off, while he went to and fro from the truck. After the last stop, he brought me back an ice cream cone and a soda for himself. We sat in the back of the truck just taking a break. We started chatting and at one point he reached over and tried to feel my crotch. I smacked his hand away and while smiling, told him to cut it out. He said that I looked so sweet and cute today that he just wanted to give me a kiss, and that we could close the back door to the truck if I feel nervous about someone seeing us. I told him to stop joking around and he said he wasn't joking at all. His facial expression changed at this point, he looked kinda sad and pathetic. "I really want to kiss you" he said, and I kinda felt bad for the guy, sitting there looking so sad and pathetic. I thought, what the hell, why not, so I told him okay.

He quickly got up, pulled the door closed and came over to me. I leaned up to his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips, but it was over before he knew it began. I looked at his face just hanging there, seeing in his eyes that he wanted more. He grabbed my shoulders with both his hands and pulled me to him for another kiss. Our lips met, and this time the kiss lasted 2 or 3 seconds. He pulled me away from him and I saw in his eyes lust and passion and hunger and heat, and he pulled me back into him and stuck his tongue into my mouth. He was holding me and kissing me so hard that it hurt a little and I started feeling a little scared. I pushed him away telling him to stop.

He said, "Please, I won't hurt you," and with that he pulled me to him again and kissed me, this time not so rough, and I kissed him back. We were in an embrace and my dick started to harden. He felt it on his thigh and started grinding his wood into me. We kissed like that for several minutes and then he dropped to his knees and opened my pants. He sucked my dick and balls fast and hard, like someone who had starved for a long time. He loved playing with my balls, sucking it, licking it, smelling it, kissing it, nibbling it, and fondling it. The guy was a true scrotum freak, but I didn't mind, I liked my balls played with, and it was fun seeing him having so much fun with my balls.

He sucked my cock and liked playing with my foreskin too. He gave it all the attention he gave to my balls previously. And then he stood up suddenly and opened his pants, leaned back and told me to suck his cock. I got down on my knees and gave him the best blowjob he probably ever had. Started slow, licking the head and the underside with my tongue, and after several minutes of that took his head in my mouth and sucked on it, swirling my tongue around driving him mad, then went back to licking it with my tongue, all the while him trying to shove it all in my mouth. I tortured him for a while then finally took all 7 inches into my mouth and down my throat. His knees buckled and he was shivering. I wondered if maybe this was his first time or was I really that good. Ha ha I was just glad he was enjoying it so thoroughly.

I milked his 7" with my lips, tongue, mouth and throat for about 10 minutes and I knew he was getting close, his eyes were all rolled up and he was whimpering like a wounded animal, sweat dripping down his face. He took my head in both hands and was fucking my face, and after a couple minutes of that, he pushed my face away off his dick, took his cock in hand and started jerking it hard and fast. His face was all contorted and was sucking air in through his teeth. his hand was moving so fast it was a blur and then he said, "I'm gonna shoot!" and with that shot a huge load across the truck and hit the side, once, twice, three times, slowed down his fisting and let the fourth load drip out and off his cock. I moved in and took him in my mouth again, sucking the last drop out and down my throat. He looked surprised I did that, but still his eyes showed he loved it.

One night, my dad had to leave early and asked the warehouse manager, Mr. Y, to lock up and drive me home. Everyone else was gone except for me, Mr. Y, Mr. K, the army guy and a new guy, who was 22 years old or so, tall, lean, with a cute face. The four of them got some beers and started drinking in the warehouse. They gulped it down so fast; they were on their second bottles in no time. Mr. Y asked if I wanted one, and I said no. They goaded me into having one. Now, I'm a light weight, it takes very little to get me drunk, or at least tipsy, and even less to turn my face beet red. You know the Asian flush.

Once I turned red, Mr. Y, K and army guy all made remarks, how cute I was, how sweet it was that I turned red, blah, blah, blah. I was actually not flattered, kinda bothered to tell you the truth, and was wondering how I would explain my flushed face to my parents, and who the hell is gonna drive me home?!?! Not any of them if they don't stop drinking!

They kept up with the compliments, cute this and cute that, and Mr. K says, he probably has a cute dick too. To which, army guy chimes in, "…and a cute ass." Mr. Y and the new guy are just chuckling, but their eyes were staring at me, glued to my face and crotch. Mr. K started rubbing his crotch, and then army guy grabbed his crotch. Mr. Y and the new guy just looked at Mr. K and army guy, then each other, and then back at me.

I was getting a bit nervous, trying to figure out in my head if this was all a setup and what were they up to...