Gay Erotic Stories

It was late fall and the big bash was at our place this year. I was out in the storage barn decorating for the Halloween party, standing on a ladder to attach paper streamers for the event. It brightened as the door opened. Figuring it was help arriving, I continued with my work. “Hey, Cousin,” a voice rumbled below me. I looked down to see my older cousin, Gary. He had joined the Airforce after he graduated high school and was home on leave. “Nice view,” he smiled as he looked up at my crotch. He was three years older than I was; I had just turned eighteen. The rumor was that he was very well endowed. He also had been a bit of a bully, so I had avoided him as much as possible. His brother, Dan, though, was my best friend and J/O pal. “You seem taller than when I left,” Gary said, “Or is it just the ladder?” I started down and he grinned up at me and raised his hand to assist. His hand suddenly was groping my cock and balls. His grin widened and he added, “Nice package. Trying to grow one like mine?” My heart skipped a beat in fear that he would rip my young manhood from me. My cock, with a mind of its own, stiffened under his expert caress. As my penis hardened with his touch, I continued to descend the ladder. I reached the bottom and he unwillingly forced his hand to stop fondling me. He locked both arms around my waist and squeezed me tightly. “I’ve learned a lot in the last six months,” he said softly. I could feel his own erection pressing against mine. “Dan said you would be here today, and I wanted to come over here and make amends for the way I was before.” His hands cupped my tight ass and he continued. “The first thing I learned at boot camp was that my cock was not the biggest. The second thing was that I wasn’t the toughest.” He kissed me on the mouth and my response was to open and share tongues. He accepted the kiss and then pushed away. “I can’t do this, you’re not eighteen yet.” “I am. I turned eighteen this summer while you were gone. I’m a year older than Dan. He just turned seventeen.” Gary’s face beamed with relief. “Got someplace we can be private for the afternoon?” I gripped his hand and showed him the ladder that led down to my secret hideaway in the cellar of the shed. He held me again and his lips felt heated as he kissed me on the mouth and then the neck. His hands unbuttoned my shirt and his hot tongue found my rigid right nipple, then the left one. I could feel the precum drooling from the slit in my cockhead. I followed his lead. My hands thrilled at the muscular chest and taut stomach. I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped my hand down into his bulging BVDs. His cockhead was slick with his eagerness. It was a monster; the head was well above his navel. I knew I wanted to do whatever it would take to see and feel it all. I gripped the rigid shaft and stroked it hard and fast. His hand stopped my progress. “Today is my day. I will show you things you might use later when you get out in the world.” His monstrous drooling phallus slid from my grip and he dropped to his knees. His hands caressed my nut sack and his tongue flickered across my majestic corona. Then, just as suddenly, his mouth engulfed all eight plus inches of my willing granite flesh. He moved easily up and down the length as his tongue massaged my rampant hard-on. I had had a blowjob but never one where the giver’s tongue licked my balls as he sucked my cock. I wanted to erupt but knew I needed to keep control. I thought every negative thing I could think of and by the time my mind returned to the reality of what was happening, it was to the sensation of Gary’s huge cock plundering my virgin asshole; I exploded. I felt my balls draw tight against my body and that incredible joy started in the soles of my feet and surged upwards past my knees and on up to my groin. There the sensation tripled and electrified my already overly erect cock. A river of semen like I had never released, shot again and again from the agonized head of my cock. He drank me with ease; not a drop was spilled. Cumming dry at last, he slurped his talented tongue one last time across my permanent erection. He leaned back and continued stroking his monster. It was at least a foot long and wider than mine. He eased off on the pressure and moaned as his cock spewed forth a clotted rope of aromatic jism. The sticky mass was everywhere. I wanted to taste him. He grinned again as I licked the gooey globs from his softening shaft. His flavor was masculine and erotic. I offered to return the favor. He told me that today was my day, but that when he was home again it would be his turn to be the receiver. He kissed me again and pulled up his jeans and left. That was four years ago.