Gay Erotic Stories

Saturday, at last! I got up early and headed out for the park on my board to meet Donny. The cool morning breeze felt good on my naked chest. I love summer! I stopped at a convenience store, ignoring the NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE sign, and entered shirtless and barefooted -- the employees didn't care and the manager wouldn't be there until later. I was looking for a soda when I noticed this man checking me out; I could see his reflection in the cooler door. I could see myself, too: cap on backwards, shorts hung so low my pubes were showing. I guessed that if he was gay, he might think I was pretty hot looking. Then when I went looking for a sandwich he followed me, pretending to be looking for something too. My shorts are too big for me. I should use a belt, or at least underwear, because they keep sliding down and I have to pull them back up all the time. I went around a corner and down another aisle, and here he comes the opposite way so he can look at me head-on. He is about 40 years old, pretty nicely dressed and doesn't look faggy, but I know what he wants. I pretend to look for something on the top shelf while he pretends to look for something about at my crotch level. My shorts have really slid down low now. I know that a little bit of my dick is showing and he is zeroed in on it. I paid for my stuff and went outside, with that man right behind me. I started to get on my board when he spoke to me, "Hey, that's a pretty cool skateboard. What kind is it?" I could tell he didn't know anything about skateboards. I show it to him, how the wheels turn and stuff. He is looking at my dick. "Do you need a ride?" he says, "I'm going into town." "Thanks, but I'm just going down to the park." "Hop in! I'll drop you off." So here we go in this big fancy car. Within a block he has his hand on my leg. "Nice shorts, real soft material. I like the way they fit you. You look real good in them." He is running his hand up and down my thigh, feeling closer, toward the inside of my thigh. "I especially like the way they fit you here." He feels my pubes, then lower into my loose shorts. I gasped when he took my dick in his hand. This was only the second time a man touched me there (I told you about the first time, when Gary, Donny and I got blowjobs at the park). It’s weird when somebody else touches your dick, such a private place. It was stiffening in his hand. "Why don't we go over to my place?" he says. "I'll make you feel real good." "How's that?" I ask. "How will you make me feel real good?" "With my mouth. Right here. I'll make you feel real good with my mouth. You don't have to do anything -- just lie back and enjoy." The park was coming up -- Donny would be waiting for me. I couldn't stand him up. I had to tell the man no, maybe some other time. I could see the disappointment in his eyes -- he wanted my dick so bad -- I felt sorry for him. I got out of the car with a hard-on and skated toward where Donny would be waiting. "Damn!" I thought, "I could have used that blowjob!" Even though I have been on the receiving end of Gary's dick so many times, that doesn't mean I'm a girl. I have a dick too, dammit, and it gets hard and I need to stick it into somebody. That man made me feel masculine. Gary makes me feel like a girl. I mean he treats me like one of the dudes except when we have sex, and then I always have to take his dick just like a girl would. He would never even touch my dick. Sometimes that makes me mad. But then, on the other hand, I'm not so sure that I would like Gary to be interested in my dick. This whole thing is pretty confusing. I decided to tell Gary to fuck off the next time he wants a blowjob. Oh great! There's that jerk Baxter in his hot car. A bunch of people are crowded around it. Jimmy (the towel boy) is watching from a distance. He spots me and waves. I wave back. I don't see Donny yet -- he will show up soon. Donny and I are going to skate over to the neighborhood pool and go swimming. We haven't done anything together in weeks, not just the two of us anyway. I have been hanging pretty much with Gary lately, not because he gives me dick, either, but because we have become good friends. Well the dick maybe has something to do with it. But I shouldn't neglect Donny -- I love him too much for that, always have. I wish that I could do with him what I have been doing with Gary. Can't do that though. He would freak out if he knew how much he turns me on. One time Gary and I went camping together by this lake where we went skinny-dipping. Then we got out of the cold water and warmed ourselves on the rocks. The warm sun on our naked teenage bodies felt so good that we both got hard-ons. Donny said that he would love to have a hot pussy to fuck right then. I said, why don't we fuck the watermelon? We cut a hole in it and Donny got on it and started fucking it. He looked so hot doing that! The melon was warm from being out in the sun, and felt so good, so juicy and soft. We took turns fucking it, always stopping just before cumming so we could prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Finally Donny couldn't hold back any longer and squirted his cum into it. Then I got on again and slipped my dick into the warm, juicy hole. In a few seconds I came also. We rested a while and then Donny got up and threw the poor, abused melon into the bushes. "Can't eat that now," he said. I hope real pussy feels as good as that did though." We dived into the cold water again. Teenagers. Later, when we were fishing, I slipped away and found the watermelon. I held it up and let the slimy melon and skater juice dribble into my mouth. It tasted so good and made me so excited! I drank it all. After that I had to admit to myself that I was attracted to Donny as a girl would be. I tried to repress that feeling, but every time I got close to him, and every time I saw him with his shirt off, my heart would beat faster and my penis would swell. Whenever I jacked off, I would start off thinking about girls, being naked, fucking them; getting my dick sucked by them. Then Donny would enter the fantasy and I would watch him getting sucked. And then I would be sucking him and I would cum right away. I tried to stop that fantasy so many times, without success, that finally I decided to quit jacking-off completely. That lasted about a week and I was back at it. I stop at the drinking fountain. Gary comes skating up, shirt off as usual. I feel a rush of excitement and try to suppress it. "Hey dude, whassup?" "Whassup?" I answer. "I'm fixing up the garage at my uncle's house. I'm going to rent it from him. Do you want to help me?" "I can't today, Gary. Got something to do." I lean down to get a drink. "Are you sure? It's just a few blocks away. Won't take long." I turn and look at him. Shit! He has his shorts pulled down and his dick hanging out! Right in the middle of a public park in broad daylight! "Gary! Pull your shorts back up! Someone's going to see you!" "No they won't. They're all looking at Baxter's car. Sure you don't want to go over to my uncle's place?" I looked at my almost-naked friend, and down at his beautiful dick. I started to say "Fuck you" but "Okay" came out instead. "But pull your damn shorts back up, for God's sake!" We started to skate down the hill but Jimmy came running up. "Hi! Where are you guys going?" He is dressed in his usual nerdy clothes: Long pants, shirt on, shoes. Somebody's got to show this kid how to be cool. "Over to my uncle's place. We're making the garage into an apartment. Do you want to help us?" "Sure! Where is it?" Gary tells him and we skate off. "Don't worry," says Gary. “It will take him a long time to get there without a board.” The old garage behind the house looked like it was about to fall down: Lots of rotted boards and holes in the roof. "Pretty cool, don't you think?" "Awesome," I say. "You help me fix it up and you can come over and I'll give you dick any time you want." He pulled down his shorts and hung them on a nail, and faced me totally naked except for the turned-backwards cap on his head. His dick was swelling up before my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "You want it, don't you?" he said. He came up close to me. "You want it. Admit it." He took my hand and placed it on his dick. I held it and felt it swelling and getting hard in my hand. "Here, sit on this box." I sat down and he got right in front of me. I smelled the aroma of young skater dick and it excited me. Pre-cum was oozing out of the end of it. "You want it, don't you?" he repeated. A shred of what remained of my male pride resented that question. Wasn't it enough that I just suck his dick? Why did he have to ask me that question? I leaned forward and almost touched my lips to the end of his dick when he pushed my head back with a hand on my forehead. "You want it, don't you, Billy?" I felt like getting up and hitting him, telling him to fuck off. But I couldn't. I stared, captivated, by that beautiful creation before me, the physical manifestation of his manhood. "Come on, Gary. Jimmy is going to get here any minute!" "Tell me first. Do you want it? I want you to admit it with your voice, not just with your lips around my dick." "Yes," I said. "Yes, what? A sentence has a subject, a verb and an object." "Yes, I want your dick." "Very good, Billy. See? It wasn't hard to admit. It’s cool -- you can have it. He released my forehead and I leaned toward it, my lips wet with the saliva of anticipation. Again, he stopped me with his hand to my forehead. Why is he torturing me like this? My lips are straining to reach the tip of his hard, dripping dick, my nostrils taking in the intoxicating aroma of his sex. "Tell me what you want to do, Billy. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want to do." I look up into his eyes. He isn't being mean. He just wants things to be clear. Wants me to be honest with him and myself. It’s very quiet. I hear the birds chirping, his breathing and my own heartbeat. I'm in another reality. I vaguely remember footsteps. "Let him watch," whispers Gary. “Now tell me what you want to do." I look up into his deep brown eyes and tell him in a clear voice. I tell him and myself what I really want to do. A witness is crouching in the shadows a few feet away. "I want to suck your dick, Gary." I heard myself say that as if I was someone else, and the words were thrilling to me. Gary releases me and stands with his hands at his side and his stiff dick pointing toward my mouth. I see a shadow move and I know Jimmy is watching from behind some boxes a couple of feet away. He will get a good view from there. It excites me to know that he is watching. I leaned forward and, with puckered lips, kissed the very end of his dick. I tasted the saltiness of his urine and felt the silky-slick natural lubricant that was oozing from the piss slit. Yes, this is what I want. I love the taste of Gary's dick! I start licking it all over, from the tip to the root where it disappears into his pubes. My mouth is watering profusely with slippery spit, and I lube his entire shaft in preparation for receiving it orally into me. I pucker my lips again, centering them onto the point of his dick and slowly lean forward so that his dick opens my tight lips as if he were penetrating a tight pussy. I want it to be real good for him. When I felt the ridge of his glans slide past my lips into my mouth, I heard him sigh with pleasure. I knew he was loving it. I sucked gently to keep my cheeks tight around it. I concentrated in opening my jaw as wide as possible as the thicker part of his shaft reached deeper into me. He started tilting his hips, sliding his dick in and out as I went up and down on it. I was like in a hypnotic state. The only things that existed were his dick and my mouth. I could feel what he felt and knew it was good. When I suck Gary, he goes through about three stages before he climaxes. I can tell he is at the end of the first stage when he tightens up for a minute and then relaxes somewhat. I took that opportunity to lick his balls. He has a fairly hairy crotch with hair on his balls. This is a man's dick I have here, a young man's dick, not a boy's. He moves his legs apart so that I can lick his balls better. I do them one at a time, sucking them into my mouth and feeling the muscles of the scrotum churning them. The scrotum is tightening, drawing his balls up. He is ready for round two. I return to the point of his dick again and he, with hands behind my head, pulls me down, impaling me orally. Then he slowly starts fucking my mouth while I concentrate in keeping my teeth out of the way, my lips tight and my cheeks drawn up around his shaft. As he reaches into the back of my mouth I let him penetrate deeper than he has ever been inside me. His glans is sliding into that tight opening into my throat. I breathe through my nose in rhythm with his thrusts. I want him totally inside me. I feel his balls. They have drawn up real tight now. There won't be a round three this time. Then I hear his breathing speed up, he is panting. Then with one last, deep thrust, he holds me down and pumps his load of man-juice into me. I can feel the pulses of his urethra as the gobs of semen pass my lips. When the climax was over, Gary pulled out and let me milk out the last of his cum with my hand so that I could lick it off the end of his dick. "Jesus, Billy. You suck better every time. Did you like it? You must like it or you wouldn't do it. Right?" I nodded my head in agreement. I was savoring his cum, swallowing it little by little. Then I started coming out of the fog, out of my hypnotic trance, and remembered Jimmy. I heard him moving quietly, leaving the old garage. I felt weird and a little apprehensive that he had seen that. I was just too horny, I guess. It excited me though that he knew my secret. He probably wouldn't tell anybody. He didn't talk to hardly anybody anyway. "You know, Billy. You shouldn't feel bad about what you are, whether you're gay, bi or just messing around. You're a cool dude and I like you. And if you ever want more than half a dick, just let me know. I think you would enjoy it once you got used to it. And as long as we're both having fun, what's wrong with that?” I skated back to the park feeling happy and like a load had been taken off of my shoulders. It was admitting to myself what I was. I didn't have to repress that feeling any more. I was turned on by guys and it was okay! I arrived at the park just as Baxter's car was pulling in. A bunch of dudes and chicks got out. I was surprised that Jimmy was with them. Jimmy saw me and came over. He told me that Baxter had given them a ride around the lake. "Oh shit!" I thought. Then I asked Jimmy if Donny went with them. "Donny? No, he said he was going over to Gary's uncle's house." To be continued... Comments? Suggestions? new email : billy8ter@yahoo.com