Gay Erotic Stories

Doug was my first. He and I had it together in our teenage years as written in "Thrown A Curve". In that writing his name is changed, and my pen name is Jay Flynn. At that time I sought to protect the innocent, but I now know that it doesn't matter that much as no one would be reading this if they weren't gay in the first place. The following is an account of one of our many following adventures. He liked calling me at night when he was jacking off for phone Sex . At the time I lived at home with my parents, being young it was awkward. He was on the line getting off - talking about how he would like to have sex, while my mom was across the room knitting or something. I had to get out. We lived in a small town in Northern California and everything was close knit. We were closeted of course, as he was a very popular jock at our High School, and I wasn't. We both enjoyed the "taboo" times we had together, but is was just that back then. One afternoon, he had a jock party over at his house with a bunch of guys from the football team. They were your typical straight, redneck types that were into the social jock scene. He was a bit apprehensive about having me there, but invited me anyhow. I was no femme, but was also clearly not part of the jock set. I cruised over with some beer and partied with them for a while. It was fun because the guys were pouring over the yearbooks, pointing at all the chicks they had fucked in the last year, and I was thinking about fucking Doug. If they only knew I thought. We were in his room smoking a joint and looking over some porn mags. I was leaning against Doug's dresser and he was standing right in front of me wearing the typical eighties style loose fitting jogging shorts. The rest of the guys were dispersed about the room, looking at the pussy photos. In all the bull ring chatter, I had my hand roving in and out of Doug's ass crack, rubbing his sphincter and tabbing his nuts. I can only imagine his appearance to the other guys . What was going on in his head as his straight "lettermen" guys were there in front of him with my hand in his ass. I laugh today, he must have been torn sideways. Anyway, I continued this for a while until he pulled away and left the room. I followed him out and he reprimanded me, because his hard cock was looking somewhat out of place. I left and went home. A few hours later he called me up. "Come over dude", he begged. "I sent all those guys home, now come over!" He went on, "You got me all horned up, now get over here!" I gave in and took the trip back on over to his house. He was dressed only in his underwear. His body was so perfect. He was very athletic and built well. I always admired that. He walked straight to his room where he immediately began digging into my 501's. I was still pretty drunk from before, and fell into it well. We kissed and fondled each other briefly, he always wanted to go straight for the fuck. I learned to accept that. We were soon on his bed undressed. We were just laying there massaging each other's cocks and gearing up. I wanted him in me. He said that he had no lubrication, but I was drunk and didn't care. I told him to go it without and go for it . We did. A little spit, and he started shoving his fat bent cock into my waiting asshole. It felt sooooo good. There was no pain this time. He always fucked me rough and dirty--in and out with a vengeance. This time it was bliss. He grabbed my shoulders and began pumping me blind. His cock was about 1.5" thick and you could feel it. His moaning and groaning was loud and boisterous, as no one was home this time. I begged for it harder and rougher as he thrust in and out of my hole. He went for a good ten minutes or so, and I felt a bit of warmth in me. He came, but kept on fucking. The warm fluidity was such a fucking rush. He pumped me for several more minutes, stiff as a pipe--he had that quality. I was getting off so much that I was about to cum. I was in pure ecstasy. I blew my wad onto his bed sheets as he continued to thrust my little nest. He came again with a flood of warm cum that ran down my balls and legs. Ooohh, man it was sooo good. We paused there and rested for a while, with his cock in me. After that we kissed and lay there for about an hour together, just taking in ourselves and the heat of the moment. I realized when I got dressed, that my asshole was bleeding quite a bit. He took pride in that wiping me up like his little child. I am not always the "bottom", but he made a guy feel he had a good daddy. I got cleaned up and went home. We had more encounters over the years - but that one was memorable. I haven't seen him much in the last few years, but I dream of the day that we may hook up again. He lives here in the area I do, but we haven't crossed paths yet again. Are you out there Doug? Someday Sam in NorCal a.k.a. Trajan9@hotmail.com