Gay Erotic Stories

I was getting really antsy while Jeff was starting to look at the Playboys. I went immediately to his shorts. I was rubbing his dick through his cutoffs. It was still flaccid, but it was even more interesting. I could feel it through the material as it started to stir.

Jeff was playing with his nipples when he told me to suck on them. As I started licking them, they got firm and chewy. Then they got as hard as pencil erasers. I noticed that his dick directly responded to what I was doing to his tits.

By this time, I’d gotten his shorts unbuttoned and off. He began telling me what to do. As I gently squeezed and stroked his boner, I studied it like a boy scout would a lizard. It was so thick. I was enthralled with this flesh that had a mind of its own.

Jeff sat up. He ordered me to take off my pants and lay on the bed. He wanted to show me something. I almost fainted with anticipation. I could feel a quiver deep in the pit of my stomach.

I had a nice little hard-on. I thought was going to burst, it was so hard. Jeff explained that getting your dick sucked was even better than jerking-off. He told me he had a girl do it for him before. He was playing with my dick while he talked. He seemed to know I was about to shoot a load, probably because of my age.

He slowly moved his head down until he was just above my dick and stuck out his tongue. He licked only the head of my cock. I squeezed my eyes closed as he did. I couldn’t fully describe the feeling. It was unimaginable! Then he slid the whole length easily into his mouth. I almost passed out.

He stopped after only three or four deep slurps and sat back up. He suggested that I give it a try on him. He lay back on the bed and propped himself up against the wall, so he could watch what I was about to do.

I repositioned myself with my face near his semi-flaccid dick. It lay thick and swollen across his thigh. The foreskin was loose and covered about three-quarters of the head. It hadn’t got real tight yet.

I slipped my hand around his meat. Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me down onto the shiny head of his cock. I stuck out my tongue and licked it hesitantly. It was dribbling pre-cum and I remembered how good it had tasted on his finger the last time. I licked it into my mouth. His juice tasted sort of salty and sweet at the same time.

I began swirling my hungry mouth all over the head. He told me to slip my tongue under the foreskin. I started snaking into the dark space inside that thick spongy skin. It was indescribable. Between the pre-lube and the pungent taste beneath that skin, I was hooked!

Within seconds of penetrating that inner sanctum, my tongue was nearly trapped by the tightening pressure of his swelling dick swelling. It seemed to grow into a plum-sized knob. At last, my tongue slipped from his cock-hood and I instinctively encircled the helmet-shaped head with my feverish lips.

He pushed the back of my head so far down the length of his prick that I started to gag. He told me to slowdown a little and to breathe through my nose. I quit gagging almost instantly.

I settled into a regular rhythm and eased back on the pressure. He kept telling me how good it felt and reminded me how much I liked it when he had done it for me. I was content sucking and slurping for as long as he would let me. I had found something I loved to do and was evidently very good at. When I looked up at Jeff’s he was tweaking both his nipples and his head was thrown back.

I was sucking his dick as deeply as I could, while stoking the remainder that hadn’t yet wedged down my open maw. I was trying so hard to take it all into my mouth. He told me to play with his balls with my other hand. Now, I was completely involved with both of my hands, my mouth and tongue. I hoped this feeling would never end.

I soon noticed that his boner was getting harder, longer and thicker. He moved his hand [to the back of my head again. He held my head down as he started to move his hips to my bobbing. It wasn’t long until he was fucking my mouth and jamming his huge dick all the way down my throat. My eyes were watering and I was trying to breathe thru my nose. But, he was pumping faster and deeper than I could keep up with.

All of a sudden, he let out a deep groan. I felt his cock start to jerk and spasm. I didn’t know what was happening until I felt his hot sticky jism start to spurt down my throat. There was so much, it filled my mouth. His nectar oozed out of my lips and down his turgid member. I was gagging before I knew it. He just kept jamming it in deeper, until he’d finished shooting every last drop. Then, he eased up on the pressure on my head.

I uncorked my throat and took a couple of gulps of air. He pushed me down again and let loose a final surge of man-juice. I gobbled as much of his seed as I could before it disappeared into his matted pubic hair.

Everything was coated with cum I hadn’t swallowed. But, he seemed to be as happy as a clam. He laid his head back and took a deep breath.

That once-rigid club deflated into a slab of warm meat. I was almost more content to lick it when soft than when it was hard. He finally warned me not to touch it because it was really sensitive.

I discovered my own cock was hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum. I reached down, dabbed some on my hand and put it to my mouth. It was so very tasty. I wanted him to do the same for me. But, he was no longer in the mood. Our session ended without me getting off.

Within a half-hour, my balls were aching so badly that I could hardly even walk. I snuck out and hid in our fort for at least a couple of hours. At long last, I went home and decided to take a shower. We only had a tub in the hall bath. So, I had to use my parent’s shower.

Since it was way in the back of the house and my dad wasn’t even home from work yet, I had it all to myself. The hot water made my dick and balls feel much better. It wasn’t long at all before I had a raging boner in my hand and was flogging it as hard and fast as I could. It didn’t take long for my arm to get tired and I slowed down.

Pretty soon, I realized that it felt almost as good doing it slow. As I slowed down, my grip got tighter and each stroke became more deliberate. I couldn’t have completed more than 25 strokes when my head started to get foggy. I felt a strange tingling down by my balls. They were pulled up so tight to my body that my nuts almost disappeared.

I can’t really describe what I felt. But, I shot my first load. I got weak in my knees and thought I was going to fall in the shower. I leaned against the ice-cold wall and continued to jerk-off. Again I spasmed. This one was just as deep as the first. But, this time I saw a bubble of milky white stuff dribbling out my peter. I was trembling inside and could feel my butt hole flinching over and over.

I had to sit down! I was continuing to dribble and flinch. My head was spinning. I couldn’t stop pulling on the amazing manhood in my hand. I eventually found out why Jeff had me stop touching his when I didn’t want to give it up.

Almost as quickly as it came on, I wanted to finish my shower and get out. I was done. I had to tell Jeff what had happened!