Gay Erotic Stories

Lying in a warm bed with William; I wake up first with my face in his dirty blond hair - his back is turned towards me. He's still very sleepy and for a few moments I breathe in the odour of his stale hair scent. I then let my nose rest against his left ear and breathe into it. I want him to be horny again; my ass is sore but greedy. I look at my wristwatch - its 7.30 am, its only 5 hours ago he woke me up with a dribbling hard on and fucked me in the dark. The delicious half-hurting, unique, slimy entry technique that uncut boys of his age can do where they just point their cock at your sphincter and wriggle their hips and lube their way in, and I lay there sedated by the smell of his stufty stale dirty blond armpits. He'd climbed on top and slid it up me riding slowly to a lewd climax. Rationing me, in hot intimate bursts, the filthy phrases that release my sperm, "You like my big hot knob faggot ? You want my wad up your dirty hole ...yeah? You want to feel it twitching when I squirt off my cockslime?" I pulled myself up and chewed on his tiny rigid left nipple and he shouted as he spunked off his thick white wad, trembling and rigid in my tight ass. Now my ass was caked with dry streaks of his sperm and I wanted him to do his breakfast trick. The breathing in his ear was bringing him around. I whispered, “Hey, Bill, man, ..you horny baby ? .... I need to suck your thick dick.......I want that warm, fresh protein down my throat. You want to do a good morning load man ?” He yawns and turns onto his back, throwing his left arm up carelessly over the pillow and giving me access to that lovely damp, stale blond armpit. His nipple is slightly bruised from the chewing it gets from his spunk fans. I lift the covers and look down his hairless, firm flat torso where the line of blond hair down trails from his navel to his sex tool. “You dirty cunt!” he whispers, “Don't you ever get enough spunk?” But my words have got him. The long hooded boy's cock, swollen and stretching up towards my mouth; his balls are already tight. I put my hand down and stroke across his stomach. My fingers caress and squeeze the end of his cock and wipe up a generous dribble of precum. I put my finger to my lips and eat the clear boy slime. My dick's ready to burst, but I can't give in to it yet. I slide down under the covers and push my face in his bush, collecting the cockhead between my lips and pushing the tight foreskin back with my tongue and licking up the stringy underside. The fat smelly cock is keen to perform and I have the thick hot root between my fingers jerking the fat loaded bollocks and the peeled head is tight in my throat, he thrust his hips gently and moans, “Oh fucking great! I'm gonna shoot my load! Suck me off you queer!... Yeah, here we go!” He grips my head with one hand and forces his helmet deep into my throat, my left hand goes up behind his hot ballsack and fingers his sweaty tight ass, my right hand grips the root of his twitching sex, my nose is deep in his pissy stale bush and he fills my throat with a fresh load of slick warm young male semen - his ass bites on my fingers and my cock shoots a load out over his legs. He holds his hips hard against my head until the load is fully delivered - like I'm going to miss a drop anyway. Then he loses it; holding my shoulders down under his knees he forces me to drink his hot morning piss load , “Fucking swallow my piss, you cock loving faggot'!” The End