Gay Erotic Stories

The pounding on my back was incessant. Our bodies were slick with sweat as he hammered away, uncaring as to how I felt. In the past he had always been solicitous of my comfort, but now he was consumed by that raw animal hunger of sex. I gritted my teeth as he tore into the depths of my bowels. I could feel him breathing hotly on my neck as he labored away at my aching asshole. His cock moved in an out rhythmically as he fucked my ass with all the anger that raged in him. He gripped me around my chest with his arms as at each stroke he lunged upwards. His feral fucking was making my ass sore and I was afraid that he would rent my asshole to twice its size "You like it, don't you?" Tears coursed down my face, both of hurt and anger as I thought of days gone by. I buried my face in the pillow, waiting for him to finish -- finish, what should have been finished a long time ago. I was young again. The future looked bright and inviting. I was good-looking, intelligent and urbane. The world was my oyster. I was that knight in shining armor about to conquer the world. I had never experienced any of the bitterness that life held and was quite ready for what it had in store for me -- or so I thought. In the second grade I had fallen in love with Regina. She was the apple of my eye. Each time I saw her, a lump formed in my throat and I had that hollow feeling in my stomach, which convinced me that this, was true love. By the sixth grade, I was in love with Karen, which was the most enduring as it carried through to the ninth grade. As young boys go, I was an average on the horny scale, and never let go any opportunity to further my knowledge on the secrets of sex. I had a young friend who was in my class and despite the other distractions, he and I became quite close. It also helped that his parents and mine were good friends, which threw us a lot together. On occasion we would spend the night at each other's houses. Mike was an only child and had a bedroom to himself. The bedroom was comfortably large and had a singular four poster bed in the center of the room. This was our playground at night when I would spend the night at his place. The first few times I stayed at his place, nothing much happened. We had to sleep in the same bed, as it was the only one, and it did not cause too much trouble as it was enough for two full grown adults. When school was out during the summers, I would on more than one occasion sleep the night over at Mike's house. One of these nights it was particularly warm and we decided to sleep in our briefs. It was warm and humid and I was tossing about, trying to go to sleep. I could feel Mike was in the same predicament, as he too was tossing and turning. At times our feet touched, but I was quick to draw away. Suddenly Mike spoke up. "Does your peepee ever get hard?" "No" "Mine does." "Why?" "I don't know, but do you want to see?" I had seen Mike's peepee many times when we were changing, but it had always been soft like mine. I had, in fact, never seen a hard peepee and I was very intrigued. "Yes." "Okay, let me lock the door and you put on the light and I'll show you." He went and locked the door and I switched on the light. He came back to the bed and slipped off his briefs. I was disappointed because his peepee looked the same - flaccid! "It looks the same." "Wait a minute." With that he started stroking his peepee in a rhythmic manner. Up and down his hands flew. I watched with avid concentration but could not contain my curiosity. "What I you doing?" "Making it hard for you." I watched as he strained at his peepee and lo and behold it started to stiffen. "Ohmigod it's twice the size!" With a triumphant grin, Mike stopped tugging at his peepee and let me see it stiff and proud as it waved about from the juncture of his legs. I was truly astounded. I stared in fascination. The mushroom attached to the slender stalk throbbed in front of me. I felt a stirring in my own groin and was puzzled by this new feeling. "Look yours is growing hard too!" I looked down and sure enough my briefs had tented. "Do you want touch mine?" Mike asked. I was in two minds. On one hand, I felt that there was something wrong, something dirty, in touching his peepee, and on the other hand I was reaching a state of excitement where I did not want him to withdraw the offer. "Okay." I leant and forward and gingerly touched his peepee. It felt warm and velvety. I just enclosed it in my fist and held it lightly. "Why not try moving your hand up and down?" I did just that. My fist started pumping his peepee as Mike lay back on the headboard, his eyes closed. I moved in between his legs, which he spread to accommodate me. He lifted his knees off the bed in a semi squat and I moved in between his outspread legs, pumping his peepee with my fist as fast as I could. As I pumped my fist, Mike's hips started bucking to the rhythm of the pumping. His eyes remained closed as his breathing started getting harder. I was getting bolder and started pumping faster. A bit of spittle had formed at the corner of his mouth as he started moaning. I could clearly see his asshole as his hips leapt up to meet my hand. I was drawn to it and my early inhibitions left me as I took the index finger of my left-hand and stroked it on the outside. Mike's reaction to this startled me as he started whimpering. I stopped immediately, both the pumping and the fingering of his asshole. "Why have you stopped? I started again. Once again pumping hard at his cock and teasing his asshole. On an impulse, I pushed the index finger into his asshole. There was some resistance at first, but then it yielded and my finger was soon buried in his asshole to the first knuckle. Mike's eyes opened wide as he stared at me, but I knew he liked it as he had not asked me to stop. I've forced the finger into the second knuckle and he started to groan. The movements of his hips had gone haywire as he thrashed about impaled on my finger. I started moving the finger in an out and I could see the effect it was having on him. Soon he was groaning loudly, and I was worried that he would wake somebody up. Suddenly, he started bucking wildly, the spittle shooting out of the corner of his mouth. He gasped and shuddered as I felt the tremors in his peepee. His asshole clamped down on my finger and I was unable to continue the in an out movement. Instead, I shoved hard and up, at which he gave a strangulated cry. He tensed his legs around me; ground is hips on to my finger and abruptly became limp as a rag doll. He was gasping for air and his face was flush. I moved way looking at him both with curiosity and dismay. What happened? I wondered. I checked my hands and there was nothing on them. He lay there for a few minutes eyes closed, when at last he said: "Jeezus! That felt good!" "What happened?" I asked. "I don't know, but it felt good. Better than when I do it alone." "What does it feel like?" "I don't know how to tell you. But it feels like what happens when you are shimmying up a pole." I thought about it. I had experienced strange feelings lately when I was in the gym. I remember the first time when I felt a heady rush and thoughts of Karen flashed through my mind. I had felt an euphoric sensation and afterwards I had felt a bit shaken. I tried to recreate that feeling at every opportunity, but it was difficult, and somehow I had the feeling that I was doing something that was wrong. Whenever I could, I would sneak into the guestroom john. My dad's practice putter was in one corner. I would sit and place it between my legs and then start a shimmying action up it. Very soon, I would get these intense feelings which would result in a lot of gasping, but nothing else. At first I was ashamed at what I had done, but rapidly, the intense feelings had erased all doubts as to whether it was right or wrong. "Do you want me to do it you?" I was dragged out of my thoughts by the new possibilities. "Yes." I shucked off my briefs and saw to my surprise that my peepee was twice its size. My ball sac was tight and that was a lump in my throat. "Lie at the head of the bed like I did and spread your legs." I did just that. Mike's hand encircled my peepee. The only other hand to have touched me so intimately in my immediate memory. It felt warm. It felt nice. He started the up and down motions and I waited to see what would happen. His fist was flying and banging my balls. It hurt and I wanted to him to take it easy. I was about to, but the look of abject concentration on this face as he brought his left-hand's index finger the up to my asshole prevented me from saying anything. His finger stroked to the striations. Fortunately his nails were trimmed and so it did not scratch or hurt. It was a strange and alien feeling. I gasped as he attempted to penetrate my asshole. For some reason my asshole froze. Try as he might, it just would not yield to his probing finger. He took his finger and wet it with his saliva and tried again. It was a tenuous entry. For an instance my asshole was unyielding and then the finger slid in to its second knuckle. The feeling was intense. I felt like I was going to take a shit, yet when he pulled his finger out, there was an electrifying sensation. He pulled his finger fully out and I groaned my displeasure. "Put it in!" He shoved it in as far as it would go, manipulating my peepee at the same time. Inexplicable and unknown urges coursed through my body as I rose to meet his thrusting finger. I was elevated to another dimension of pleasure as Mike pumped and plugged away at me. My mind was in turmoil as my body writhed under these expert ministrations. A new thought came into my mind. "Put in your mouth!" I did not have to explain further as Mike moved for forward, stopped pumping and took the mushroom head of my peepee in his mouth. The moist hotness hit me as his mouth enveloped my mushroom head and he started to suck on it. I was by now in the throes of unbridled sexual passion. I was groaning volubly by now and did not care who heard me. My hands clenched the sheets as I started going over the top. I yelped as my body tensed, my legs extended on either side of Mike, as my hips thrust might be into his mouth. He frantically pushed his finger in hand out of my asshole and I fell back into what I think was a faint. My body shuddered from the experience, as I lay immobile while Mike gazed down at me smiling. "How was it?" It had been awesome. I wanted to tell him that but feelings of revulsion had started flooding my mind. -- My God! What had I just done? Jesus Christ, How was I going to face my parents? -- I closed my eyes, turned my head and just lay there. "What's wrong?" I did not bother to reply. The satyr who had just seduced me did not deserve a reply. "I'm going to unlock the door so put on your briefs." He went and unlocked the door, while I put on my briefs silently. He came back to bed and put on his briefs. "Hit the light, will you." In the darkness I could feed his body next to mine and his slow and steady breathing. He turned towards me and reached his arm over my chest. I recoiled in horror. "What's the matter with you?" -- Our Father forgive for I have sinned-- "Talk to me!" What was there to talk? I had by now started despising myself. "Are you okay?" "Yes." Mike gave up trying to talk to me. He turned away and as I lay in the darkness, trying to sort out the conflicting emotions that bedeviled me. In the morning when we woke up, I was careful to avoid any reference to the previous night activities. I could see Mike was puzzled at my unfriendly attitude, but I felt terrible. After breakfast, my mother came to fetch me, and it was an effort to look her in the eye. I bid Mike a perfunctory goodbye, thanked his parents and headed for the car. Driving home, my mother asked me if I had had a good time. If only she knew! At home I moped about during the late morning. Damien, my younger brother, tried to get me to play with his car racing set. I really was in no mood. Damien, who I've always considered pain in the ass, took on an angelic hue as I thought of what I had done last night. If only I could reverse to those events. Seeing Damien, chattering away to my parents, only reminded me of the innocence that I felt I had lost forever. I would never ask to play with Mike again. My parents probably would be nonplussed, but would attribute it to a quirk in my growing up process. Several weeks after that night together, Mike approached me during break. "Do you want to come over this weekend?" To atone for my sins, I had sworn abstinence and practiced it since our encounter. My dad's putter had been spared the amateurish thrashings of my legs while I tried to reach that ultimate plateau of my pleasure; and yet here was Satan was trying to tempt me! "No, I can't." "Why?" I could not, or rather did not, want him to think that I was ashamed at what we had done. Instead, I racked my brains to think of plausible enough excuse. "Because I'm going to Steve's." "Steve's? Since when?" I could see the hurt alert in his eyes as he realized that this was the final rejection. He knew that I was lying as I had never really been friendly with Steve. But he was the most convenient name I could think of and he lived nearby. "How about next weekend?" "No, I really can't "Why?" "Because I just can't." "You sure?" "Yes." "Really?" "Yes." "Anything I've done?" "Nope." I could see that he was now getting angry. I guess he could not understand the reasons for my refusal. I could also see that whatever friendship we had left was evaporating in the heat of his anger. "So don't come!" I never spent the night again with Mike, and he never asked me to again. Whenever we met we were polite to each other, but an invisible of barrier had come between us, which of course was my very own creation. Growing up was not easy. I've got into the usual adolescent moods and at times made life difficult for my parents. My siblings kept out of my way as I forayed into the world at large. My relationship with Karen and was tepid. I think it had become a habit -- the done thing. We dated regularly and indulged to the same antics as most of our contemporaries. It was only at night, when I was alone in bed, that the conflict raging in my mind came to the fore. After Mike, I had not had any friends whom I could honestly say I was attracted to. Yet, at night strange visions of faceless boys haunted my dreams, and on more than one occasion I had woken up in a cold sweat. I did, of course have dreams of Karen, and the first time we would have sex together, but I found the other dreams more stimulating. It was during one such dream that I had my first emission. In school, many of the guys discussed six with great authority. I was horrified to hear the details of fucking. What further disconcerted me was to think that my mother did all these things. At first, like most young boys, I refuse to believe this was possible. However, I was intrigued enough to go and check in the library and found out that most of the half-assed stories were plausible. In our relationship, Karen was the aggressor and since I enjoyed the experimentation, just went along. Nothing earth shattering occurred when I lost my cherry. It was inevitable! I had forgone my dad's putter. My jerk off sessions had become more sophisticated. They were slow and languorous and I pictured Karen in most of them. Yet, some how I was not satisfied the way my life was going. That was until I met Eric. It was strange the way it happened. Eric had been in class with me for some time. He lived close by, but except for occasions when we shot some hoops together, we really had not had much in common. He knew I was going out with Karen, and so, any banter we had, focused around girls and their prudish ways. I did not think much of him at that time. One night I was trying to jerk off to Karen, I was having a hard time trying to reach orgasm. Suddenly, and till this day I do not know why, I pictured the image of Eric. It flashed up in front of me and I got hard. I held with dear life and pretty soon I had one of the most resounding orgasms of my life. I had a fitful sleep that night. I dreamt of Eric not understanding how such feelings had suddenly arisen. Over the year's I had jerked off to thoughts of Mike, but they had been far and few. As time had progressed I had got over the feelings of revulsion of sex and masturbation and they had begun part my morning repertoire. The next day I observed Eric very closely. He was about as tall I was, a bit under six foot. He was bit leaner and had dark brown hair and eyes. He had an extremely pleasant face, but I would not stretch it and say that he was devastatingly handsome. He was wearing tight jeans, which accentuated his waist, bubble butt and long legs. For the first time I realized that he was quite attractive. I glanced at him furtively, hoping none of the others in class would catch me at it. That night I stripped off in front of the mirror and examined myself. I was lean and in good shape. My seven half inch cock nestled over my downy balls at the juncture my legs. I turned in profile and saw my smooth stomach and pert ass. I started stroking my cock to images of Eric. I was getting into it when I realized that I was ready to go over the top. My cum blasted out of my cock as I reached out for my briefs to catch the cum and avoid any tell-tale signs on the carpet. During our infrequent dates, I felt the ardor of my love for Karen cooling. When I kissed her I thought of Eric. Eventually, one day, Karen refused to take my calls. Next thing I knew was that she had started dating someone else. I should have been distraught, but I felt liberated. I felt the chains tying me down had been undone. That was when I realized that I must have Eric! Providence took a lead here. We had a class project and had to be in teams of two. Since Eric lived down the road is made sense that he and I teamed up. We decided to meet at my house after dinner to decide what we were going to do for the project. I rushed home after school and told the mom that Eric would be over after for a school project. Although she'd seen him around she did not know him as such. However, she was quite pleased that I was doing something constructive for a change and said that is was just fine with her. Eric came over after dinner and I introduced him formally to my parents. That was the done thing at my house. We went upstairs to my bedroom and I turned my desk chair around and sat on it while he sat in the only other chair available. I had a large king-sized bed in the center of the room with the desk and chairs alongside the wall. The bookshelves were wall-mounted and there was a walk-in closet where I stored most of my things. We sat together in discussed the direction than the project should go. I had talked to my dad earlier about the project and he said that once we had decided what we wanted to do, he would be glad to help. Once we had agreed on the basics our discussions veered to the more mundane. As usual, with most boys of that age, the discussions soon centered on our classmates and girls in particular. We had a couple of jerks in our class, who it seemed, was all out to make life a general nuisance for most of us. We ripped them to shreds and then the topic turned to the inevitable -- sex! "What's the scoop on Karen? Heard about you two in school." "Nothing. We just decided, that's all." "How long did you go out?" I had started feeling uncomfortable now. The talk was getting a bit too personal. "Oh, about three years." "That's too bad!" "What is?" "No, that you broke up." "Oh!" "Feel bad?" "No." "Really?" What was he trying to do? Make me feel bad about Karen? "Yes, really!" I did not wanted talk about it anymore and hoped that he would drop the subject. Actually, just having him here with me alone, was enough to make Karen a distant memory. "That means you're available!" He laughed. I looked sharply at him, searching for any innuendo. He looked at me with a bland expression and I could not detect anything. I quickly changed the subject to his love life. "What about you? No girls?" "None so far." He was not inclined to add anything further, so I let the subject drop. We chatted on aimlessly for another half hour when he said he had to go. I let him out of the front door, changed and got into bed. I lay in the dark analyzing our conversation. I was quite sure that I did not want to delude myself into putting any moves on him without being sure of a positive response. I saw a glimmer of hope though. I asked myself if I wanted to start something with Eric and the answer was a resounding "Yes!" The next day at school he was friendly but nothing more than that. I had to plot my moves carefully. That's night I casually mentioned to my parents that the project would require long hours at one go and would it be all right if Eric stayed the night over occasionally. My mom's first reaction was to ask where he would sleep. I think it was an automatic response and I assured her that I would move the camp cot up to my room from the basement. After that it was only a matter of when. Then next time we met was at his house. I found the atmosphere very casual and the family was most friendly. His room was smaller than mine but furnished almost the same. The only difference was that he had a much smaller bed. The project had to be done so we set about it diligently and worked late into the night. While I was leaving, I mentioned to Eric that the next time he came over he might as well stay the night as we could then work as late as we wanted. He looked at me quizzically and said that he would check with his parents, but thought it should be all right. The next time we were to meet was a Friday night. Since my breakup with Karen, I had stayed home most nights, so my parents were not surprised when I informed them that Eric and I would be with working that evening. After school, I got the camp cot up to my room, collected a set of sheets and towels, extra pillows, and made sure that everything was ready when Eric arrived. We were halfway through what we had assigned ourselves for that evening when he broached the subject of Karen again. "You know Karen is going out with Mick?" "Yes, I heard." "Does it bother you?" "No." "Do you think she fucks for Mick?" I looked at him. This was treading on thin ice. "I don't know." "Did you fuck her?" I was a gentleman and therefore hesitated a moment before answering. "Yes." "Oh." He seemed to mull over my answers and then he asked me: "Ever make it with a guy?" Just like that. "No." I replied quickly. He persisted. "Ever want to?" "No, have you?" He looked at me, almost pleadingly, and whispered hoarsely: "Yes." It was time to make my move now. An overpowering feeling of lust, combined with unfulfilled desires, propelled me to the door I locked it, strode back to where Eric was sitting, and without any hesitation bent down, held his face between my hands and kissed him on the lips. It was done. There was no going back. His lips were soft and warm and the yielded to my tongue as I probed the inside of his mouth. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. I had him in a tight embrace and was kissing him all over the face. He pulled away and started undressing. I did the same. Soon we stood naked in front of each other. His seven-inch cock waved in front of me as I reached out to hold it. He gasped. I think we both knew what we wanted to do next. I pulled him over to the bed. He lay down and turned over. "No, kiss me again." He turned again and reached up to kiss me. I was trembling with excitement, as was he. I turned him over and he lay in front of me. He had a beautifully proportioned ass- two halves of a peach. "Spread your legs!" He spread them and I knelt in between them. I was a leaking precum now. I spread the cheeks of his ass and heard the sharp intake of his breath. I saw the pink rosette winking at me. I tried to aim my cock at it. As my cock touched his asshole, he arched his back and raised his ass too meet me. I fell on his back and tried to penetrate him. His asshole would not give. I strained again but it just would not go in. I raised myself up again, off his back. I needed some lubrication, but I had nothing in the room. "What's the matter?" "Wait!" I rubbed some precum on the mushroom head of my seven and a half-inch cock. As an added precaution, I spat in the palm of my hand and rubbed it lightly on my cock and his asshole. I lay on top of him and started probing his asshole with my cock. I pushed in hard but nothing seemed to happen. I pushed with all the strength that I could rally. My cock seemed to bow and suddenly his asshole was split open as the head of my cock slid in. In one smooth motion I was buried in his ass to my balls. -- Oh my God! I'm in! -- Instinct took over as I started pumping his ass. He was groaning quietly and mumbled: "Take it easy! It's hurting me." I slowed down the pace to leisurely in and out motion. His ass was moving in rhythm to the pumping it was getting, as his asshole gripped my cock along the shaft. I held him around his chest and was now riding him with studied determination. The lava in my balls was simmering and would soon be boiling over. I kept on plunging into his ass and sweat started forming on my brow and dripped onto the back of his shoulders. I knew I was going to blow very soon. The tightness in my balls had become excruciating, when suddenly I exploded. With a groan I pushed in as hard and as far as I could as my life juices blasted out of my cock, deep into his body. I pumped away in frenzy as I felt my life's strength ebbing away from me. I lay on top of him, my soft cock still up his ass. When I got breath back, I rolled off him. He had been very still all this, breathing deeply. He looked at me as I lay at his side and leant over to kiss me lightly on the lips. The experience had been exhilarating. I had never had such intense orgasm before in my life. But soon a sense of shame overtook my thoughts. I tried to block this out, as I lay spent alongside Eric. "You liked it?" "Yes." I replied, with all the enthusiasm I could muster at that point in time. "Turn over, I'm going to do it to you." I turned over. What did it matter now? He could do anything to me and it still did not matter. I was beyond redemption. I felt him spread my legs. I felt him part my cheeks. I felt his finger push at my asshole. Suddenly he lay on my back. His hard cock jabbing into the crack of the my ass. He was a better cocks man than me as the head of his cock found its target in the first attempt. The crack of my ass had become sweaty because of my previous exertions and he must have leaked a lot of precum. For some unknown reason, I tried to prevent his entry by trying to clamp my asshole shut tight. He pushed hard and I felt the mushroom ridge slide in. He pushed again and I felt the whole length of his cock buried in my ass to the hilt. -- Jesus Christ! He was killing me. The pain, Oh God! The pain! "Stop! Please stop it's killing me!" He stopped, but he did not pull his cock out. "I'll do it slowly." I wanted the bastard out, but he did not give me any quarter. After a minute or so the pain subsided in and a feeling of fullness in my ass overwhelmed my senses. He started stroking gently. There was a dull pain at first, but then waves of pleasure started emanating from my asshole. I shoved my ass up to devour his cock as he increased the tempo of is fucking. It was a strange feeling, not that I complained. His stroking had reached a fevered frenzy and I was suffused by feelings of both pain and pleasure. He suddenly thrust hard and deep and I squealed out loud. The throbbing in my ass told me that he had reached his orgasm. He lay on top of me as the throbbing died down and then withdrew. We lay on the bed till finally I spoke up. "I'm going to unlock the door. Get dressed and sleep on the cot." "Can't I sleep with you?" "I want you to, but it could be dangerous if someone came in." I lay in bed that night feeling all alone. I liked Eric a lot, enough to fuck him and be fucked by him. Yet, thoughts of carnal sin kept gnawing at the back of my mind. I prayed to God to grant me redemption for my sins, but I got no solace out of this. I ended up going to sleep, but it was a very troubled sleep. The next morning was no better. After Eric and I had dressed, we had a quiet breakfast and he went off home leaving me with my confused thoughts. I begged of God to relieve me of my guilt and I promised him that I would atone for all and any of my sins. The futility of this only depressed me further. --Father forgive me for I have sinned- But I knew then, that my God died young! ...to be continued (breakerbreaker@iname.com)