Gay Erotic Stories

Four years; many things changed in four years. I was now nearly twenty-two years old. I had most of my college behind me and had matured into a tall, broad hairy-chested, horny male. My cousin, Dan, and I had pleasured each other every way we could imagine. His nine inches served me however we chose. Whether cumming down my throat or deep inside my bowels. I always returned the favor with my lovely ten-incher. I had nearly forgotten about Gary. No, that’s not true: I would never forget the just-missed opportunity of servicing that twelve-inch monster. I still fantasized about it and jerked off often while thinking of him. He came home from the service trained as a meat cutter; how appropriate. He also came home with a wife and an infant daughter. Well, I had enjoyed the wait. The possibilities had probably run out. What would he need me for at this point? His youngest brother, Rue, had invited everyone to a skating party for his sixteenth birthday. I showed up as a courtesy to the family. Rue was quite the skater and impressed us all with his prowess. At ten o’clock I headed for the parking lot and my car. As I walked across to where I had parked in the far back corner, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw Gary standing by the wall of the building. I hurried over and he smiled that beautiful smile. “Could you help me?” he asked. His jeans unzipped and his rampant erection was glaring at me. “I haven’t had any relief for weeks,” he grinned, “unless masturbating counts.” There was that grin again. “It counted for me for four years,” I said as I ran my tongue slowly across my lower lip. “When you showed up with wife and child, I figured I would never get the chance to return the training you had given me.” I had gained four inches in height and two in length. He had me for size. “I can offer you a ride home.” “Is that all?” he queried, waving his rampant hard-on for my enjoyment. “I’m willing if you’re available,” I smirked. He grinned and suggested that I find a secluded place on lover’s lane. I drove up the canyon and pulled into the picnic area. It was dark and nobody else would want to notice us. “I was afraid you would have forgotten your promise,” he whispered as his mouth covered mine, his tongue probing deep. I wrestled tongue to tongue and then replied, “You brought a wife and child, I’m still single. I have dreamed and fantasized about that monster of yours ever since you let me watch you beat off. I have the skills you hoped I would have. Now, shut up and let me show you what I have learned.” I ripped the buttons from his shirt and tortured his nipples one at a time. My hands had undone his jeans and his cock was slick with the juice of anticipation. I jabbed my hot tongue into his navel; he moaned and his rigid hard-on jabbed against my throat. I had waited four years to do this. I had imagined far more than he could ever fulfill. I ran my tongue across the wide wet corona. His pre-cum hinted of cinnamon. The head with the flare of excitement was nearly a mouthful. I was determined to take it all. I relaxed my throat and let the monster slide in and down. He shuddered as his pubic hair brushed against my nose. I knew I would choke on the monster, but what a way to go! I eased back and felt him stiffen as my mouth fucked his gigantic missile. Over and over I dived to the base and back to the tip. He gasped each time I swallowed his manhood. It was only minutes until I felt his huge cock stiffen even more, his huge balls pulled tight against his groin. He muttered and then screamed as his cock erupted. Rivers of clotted cinnamon flavored jism flowed from his balls to my willing face. I drank him without losing a drop. He fucked my face as I drained him of fluid. As his mighty monster softened he shuddered and said, “Cocksucker, you do that better than anyone.” “I learned from the biggest and the best,” I reminded him. That was the last time I saw him. This story is true.