Gay Erotic Stories

Research Paul's Masters research supervisor had chosen well. Wairangi had turned out to be the perfect place - if not for reasons of sociological importance of the kind that Paul had in mind for his thesis, then at least for that other kind of research that Paul had enjoyed for the past five years since admitting his particular ‘bent'. Wairangi was at the end of the road in the north of New Zealand. On one side of the peninsula there was a picture postcard ocean beach. On the other a sheltered and tree lined harbour where the locals moored their small, aging fishing and pleasure craft. Life was simple and uncluttered here. The people of Wairangi lived on fish and crayfish, shellfish and what they grew in their gardens. There was one shop, a garage which attempted, often without payment to keep their ready to trash cars on the road. Right on the beach, was "the Club" where the young men and women and some of the not so young, regularly drank themselves into a stupor, where they danced to Timo's Dance Band and where, on the adjacent beach babies were begat, virginities were snatched and budding musicians learned to play guitar round camp fires. The people were colourful, good-looking, generous and fun. Paul felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. Wairangi was almost one hundred per cent Maori. The only exceptions were a Tongan family, the Pulotu family, and the Longs on the hill who were pakeha (European), closed Brethren, people who had a particularly staunch set of moral values and disapproved sternly of the "goings on" down in the village which their property overlooked. They were seldom seen in town except for one of them, Gray, their handsome 19 year old son. There were around two hundred people living in the bay altogether and some of the young men and even some of the older ones were very easy on the eye indeed. Sam Potu whose house Paul was renting had been a stunner in his day and who it was rumoured, was still, at 67, a danger to the virgin class. Of a lot more interest to Paul, however, was Sam Potu's eldest grandson, Manu. Manu's father was unknown but had been, obviously, a pakeha (a European) and a very good-looking one at that. Manu's Polynesian features had been adulterated somewhat but the result was superb. According to Sam the man who had impregnated his daughter had been French. A fine looking Frenchman too, there could be no doubt. Manu was barely seventeen but tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, the hunkiest butt, the nicest flawless dark golden brown skin and the wickedest cutest smile. He was bright and always cheerful, the life of the party. He'd lost his virginity at ten and by the age of fourteen he'd done most of what there was to do with his sex. But Paul found that out later. On his second night in Wairangi Paul discovered "the Club" and from then he spent a part at least of each evening chatting with them, fielding off ‘offers' from the women and consolidating friendships with the men. One evening at ten thirty sitting at a barbecue table outside on the lawn overlooking moonlit surf, Paul found Manu. He was shirtless in the evening summer warmth. Earlier Manu had been at the bar with Paapi, the nineteen year old daughter of Hemi Kota who farmed up the hill. Paapi was making it very obvious that she wanted everything he had to give. Now, he was backlit with light coming from the bar. Paul sat alongside him admiring the smooth, chiseled torso, the clear deep brown of the skin. "Howzit," Manu beamed. "Where's your girlfriend?" Paul asked. Manu smiled. "She's just a friend," He laughed. "I don't need a girlfriend. Why have one when you can have them all!" he said. His voice was music. Paul smiled. "That's the attitude" he said. "You've plenty of time to play for keeps!" "You off home soon?" Manu asked "Soon" Paul said. "You got any sounds at your place? Any cassettes?" Paul used his ace card. "Not much but got a bit of weed," he said. "You want to come over?" "I'm bored here," Manu said. "Let's go," Paul said eager to get the show on the road. Once inside Paul lit the lamp Sam had left. There was no electricity. "I'll get it on next month when they come round," Sam had said. The lamp was soft. Paul set it down so the light hit Manu to make art of him. Paul rolled up and lit it. Manu took more than his share, his shirt hung open and loose framing his beautiful torso. "Did you get a screw tonight?" asked Paul. "A suck," the kid replied. "She likes to suck." Manu smiled. "Does she take the juice?" Paul asked. "Nah, she won't." "Shame," Paul added. "Yeah, it's nice," Manu said, hardly aware that what he'd said gave away some of the stuff he's done with Sione Pulotu, the grooviest of the Tongan family up the hill. He smiled very slightly. He was watching Paul too closely. Paul grinned and let his eyes roam to the young man's crotch. There, barely discernible in the dim light of the lamp there was an obvious bulge in his jeans. Manu was hard. "You come tonight?" Paul asked. "No," Manu smiled. They sat in silence for a few long minutes. Paul yawned. "I should be going," Manu said then shuddered. "It's so dark out there tonight. Granddad's got the cows in the house paddock too. I hate that. You stand on them in the dark and everyone freaks out, you and the cow!" "Sure," Paul said. "Stay here if you want." "Good idea," Manu replied, a certain certainty in his voice. His smile was manly but coquettish. "Will old Sam be worried?" Paul inquired. "No. He's usually surprised if I come home," Manu said softly. "Bed's not very big," Paul said. "Beds don't need to be big!" Manu said. "I sleep in a double bed with two, sometimes three others at my mates place." "Is that interesting?" asked Paul. "Yeah..." The reply lingered. "You'll have to tell me about it later." Manu was standing. He yawned. His crotch was distended. "I'm hard," he said. "I always get hard when I think of bed." Paul went to pee from off the small front verandah. Strong on the grass. Inside Manu had already turned in. Paul turned the lamp right down and it went out. He picked his way to the small bedroom. Beside the bed he stood on a pair of jeans. He leaned down and picked them up. A pair of jocks fell on the floor at his feet. Manu's. He scooped them up and put both the jeans and the jocks on the chair by the door. He slid his jeans off. He would leave his jocks on. He did not want to be seen to be cruising too aggressively. He lay on his back beside Manu. Manu turned to face him, stretched out his hand. Fingers slowly moved over Paul's chest, lightly caressing the hair. "You mind?" Manu asked. "No," Paul replied softly. The hand was light and gentle. It swirled slowly, moving down over Paul's hard belly. "You've got a nice body," Manu said so quietly as though there were someone who might hear. "Thanks," Paul answered, feebly. Manu's hand was going lower. He lifted the band of Paul's jocks. Paul slid them off with a practiced wriggle and turned. Manu was on his back as Paul's mouth went down, took a perfect nipple, worked it, lathered it. Paul continued down, feeding on the hard smooth body, wrenching the skin on the young man's stomach. Manu's hand ran through his hair, down his back. Paul took Manu now – took his long, rigid pole. Manu groaned as Paul took it in his mouth. Paul turned working his body around, he played his cock over the kid's mouth. Manu sighed, opened. His mouth was warm, soft, enveloping. Paul worked it in, twisted the rod till he felt Manu gag. He swallowed Manu too, sucked him, polishing the tool with his mouth. Manu groaned, arched and came. Too quick. Young man quick. The flood was hot and salty. Paul swallowed every spurt. He pulled his dick form Manu's mouth. Manu rolled over onto his face soliciting a poke. Paul's come on his hand he reached to lube his own hole. Paul was there already, prying the pert arse apart with hand and mouth, squelching his tongue into the eager hole. He rose over the stunning body beneath him, pressed his cock, he felt the resistance give, felt the clutching lips of the kid's arse take him. Manu squeezed his chute upwards taking more of the man's meat. "Fuck me, man. Fuck my arse. Yeah." Paul screwed with every gram of energy he had. He slammed his big tool as far into the kid as he could. Manu was in total adoration. Paul turned him over without taking his cock out, and at the same time as he fucked him he sucked and chewed on Manu's hard, engorged tits, as their mouths locked for long seconds before they moved on again. Manu clawed Paul's chest hair, reached down to feel where he was being screwed. Paul stretched further, he could barely do it but he reached. He took Manu's cock as he fucked him – took it in his mouth – fucking and sucking the same beautiful young man. Too much! He burst and as he burst Manu's warm juice filled his mouth, seeped from the corners. He pulled away, leaving his cock encased. Manu was still streaming, Paul's last shots pumped from his cock into Manu's gut and Manu's mouth covered Paul's, drinking his own juice. This was heaven. Paul's orgasm slowly spaced and died inside Manu's clutching arse. There was a knock at the door……. To be continued…….