Gay Erotic Stories

It was the summer of 1975 and I was 18 years old. He was the one all of the other boys looked up to and wanted to be like. When he singled you out you were elated. Whether he struck up a conversation with you or picked you for the daily baseball game, he made you feel like you were his favorite out of the gang. My older brother felt the same way.

Today was my day! Being the youngest of the group I often got asked to do this and to do that to help all of my friends and more often than not I did all or most of what they asked. I wanted to be accepted into the gang. When he asked me to follow him home so that I could help him do something I was more than willing. Being alone with him was another rare but very welcomed occasion.

We went back to his house where I helped him do the chore his Dad had told him to do. Afterwards, we went inside to get a drink. Usually his Mom or a sister or two would be around but this day there was no one else home. I followed him up to his room where he nonchalantly kicked off his sneakers and started to take off his clothes. “I’m gonna take a shower!” he announced and with that dropped his jeans, and was off down the hall towards the bathroom.

I watched his beautiful ass in his white cotton briefs for as long as it was in view. When he got to the bathroom, instead of closing the door, he left it open and called out to me to please bring his drink that he had left in his room. I couldn’t believe I was going to have an excuse to go into that bathroom while he was in the shower!!! When I got to the bathroom, he wasn’t in the shower yet. Instead he was leaning towards the sink checking out his complexion in the mirror pointing out what he thought was his latest zitt.

“Come here and look at this” were the last words I remember hearing clearly. After that I am not sure what words were spoken. When I got to the sink, I pretended to look at his so called zitt in the reflection of the mirror, but all I could really look at was the bulge in the front of his skivvies. Was it my imagination or was he getting hard? Being 19, hardons came with no forewarning and lately it seemed all the older boys constantly had them. He was a well built guy. He was naturally muscled, and almost hairless, except for his pubic bush. It was due to his Native American heritage. I guess he saw me looking more down at his crotch, than up at his face and he started to rub his cock through his underwear announcing how horny he was. Then he told me that he and my brother and a few of the other older boys would sometimes get so horny that they would all jack-off together. I thought I was going to faint. He asked me if I wanted to jerk off, and of course I said yes. Within seconds his briefs were on the floor and I was fumbling with my belt and my zipper. I didn’t even get my pants open when he said “ You can touch it if you suck it” I of course feigned surprise and said I couldn’t do that and he said fine, and started to jack himself off. Immediately, I told him that I would touch it but didn’t know if I could suck it. He was adamant. “You can touch it if you suck it”. I was too far gone to step backwards, and I agreed to suck it after I played with it.

I ran my hands all over his crotch. I played with his balls, stroked his cock, and then I reached behind him and started kneading his hard mounds of ass flesh, probing and exploring for as long as he would let me. “Suck my cock” he said. I bent my head forward and began to lick the head of his cock. I didn’t know how to suck a dick but I must have been doing something right because he started moaning and telling me what to do. “Lick the head”, “Play with my balls” “Go all the way down on it”. My head was spinning and my cock was rock hard. Afraid I would jizz all over I didn’t dare touch myself. I knew he was close when he took hold of my head and shoved his 8” piece of meat all the way down my throat. My natural reaction was to pull back and as I did he unloaded. The first squirt hit me right in the face with the next and the next landing all over my chest and then eventually the floor. I stroked my fat dick once or twice and spilled my seed all over the floor, mixing with his.

Spent, he leaned against the counter of the sink and winked at me. “That was better than beating off with your brother”, he said. All I could do was smile. I was still trembling. “Next time I’m going to drop my load in your mouth!” I swear I could still see the look on his face and I knew he meant it.

I knew then that I was so into what we had just done, that no matter what it or I would be called later in my life, that at that moment, I loved what we had done and I think I loved him too! There were no gays or queers that I knew of when I was growing up. My buddies and I grew up calling each other gay, faggot, cocksucker, but the words didn’t mean anything. That day I knew I was a naturally born COCKSUCKER, and LOVED IT!!!