Gay Erotic Stories

I was 18, living on the South Side of Chicago. This was in the mid-70s. I had been sexually active with a couple of girls for three years. A guy named Harry moved in upstairs, in the house next door. He was a real friendly type, right around 35. Many's the time I sat on his front porch with him, just talking and laughing about girls, the Cubs, the Bears, dope smoking, and whatever. As we chatted there one afternoon after school, it started raining pretty hard, so he invited me in. Once inside, Harry invited me to plop down in his big, comfortable easy chair, and we continued our friendly conversation. He parked himself on the carpet at my feet. I glanced around the living room, and noticed that he had an eight-millimeter projector set up on the end table, and the screen set up at the far wall. "Been watching some cartoons?" I asked, jokingly. "Naw, just some old movies,” he replied as he lit up a fat joint, took a toke, and handed it to me. It was great stuff -- I felt really good after only a couple of hits. By the third go-round with the joint, Harry was reaching up between my legs to hand it back to me. His arm and hand would brush the inside of my thighs as he passed the jay. Being the hormone-frenzied teen horndog that I was, this was exciting to me. Then, Harry flipped the switch on the projector. The screen filled with the larger-than-life image of a naked, mustachioed hunk, fucking a slutty (but nice-looking) young woman until she was nearly comatose. I had never really seen a "stag movie" before. The close-ups of those cunt-lips, wrapped tightly around the dude's cock, were incredible. I had to rearrange my stiffening dick in my jeans. Harry reached up once again between my legs with the now-clipped roach. I took it from him for one last toke. And this time, he didn't remove his hand from my crotch area. In fact, he groped and rubbed gently. I was truly surprised, but it felt so good, there was no way I wanted to stop him. As I continued watching the action on the screen, before I knew it, my six-incher was free of my jeans and my boxers. A glistening drop of moisture appeared at the tip of my prick. Harry slid his thumb over it, and massaged it into my cockhead. The girl on the screen was hungrily gulping on a second guy's tool. Suddenly, Harry's smiling face appeared in my line of sight, between me and the screen. "Could I do for you what she's doing for him?" he asked. "Yeah, go ahead, man!" was my reply. Without missing a beat, Harry sucked my dick into his face, all the way down to my pubes, as he ran his tongue all around it. I had never experienced such a feeling. My girlfriend, Deb, was pretty decent at sucking my dick, but she was nowhere near this good! Furthermore, she wouldn't swallow my cum. I shot what had to be a huge load, since I hadn't jerked off in three or four days. Harry didn't lose a drop of it! He just swallowed several times, as if he needed it desperately. When I was done shooting my jizz, he let my purple prick slide out of his mouth, where it slapped against my tummy. He then continued to gently kiss and caress it with his tongue, his lips, and his hands. Once in a while, another drop would ooze out, which he'd clean up immediately. I was in heaven ... high, and satisfied. Harry and I rarely met on the porch after that. I always went upstairs to look for him. Found out that I was far from the only neighborhood teen who visited him! One afternoon, I was horny as hell, and was so glad to be out of school for the day. I ran as fast as my long, athletic legs could carry me to Harry's. I knocked at his door. No answer. I tried the knob. The door was open. His apartment was totally empty. I learned later that some neighborhood parents found out what Harry had been doing with their boys. He left in a hurry. Dammit! These days, I'm still bi-sexual. I live with my lady, but I have to have a regular cocksucker (who thinks I'm straight) to service me on occasion, with no reciprocation. In addition, I realize this is a bit of a kink: I like to suck straight guys' cocks, also with no reciprocation. It's fine by me, that they think I'm gay. I know that's strange, but that's what I'm into.