Gay Erotic Stories

Everything between Danny and I remained the same on the surface. He was a married man and reported home to his wife and brood every weekend. I was a student and studied diligently at night. Both of us did not allow emotions to betray us in public. He was obedient. I was a brat. But on our way to and from school, we were a regular couple. I would ride the car at the back at first, but then I would worm myself to his side when we left civilization. Danny had his own room in the house. He slept there in case of night time emergencies or events that needed his services. And this worked to the best of both our interests. The house usually went to sleep at 10:30 every evening. I was usually still awake by that time, studying or doing something else. When I judged the entire house silent, I would quietly work myself into the menservants' quarters and into Danny's room I had a key. Most of the time I entered his room he was already in his briefs, with a big hard-on, expecting me. The other times I would have to wake him up with a good suck. Danny was my love-slave, and I was his. Every night he would teach me something new. He was the first to claim the virginity of my ass hole. He was so skillful in doing that, that I never for once fainted, despite his size. The first night he mounted my ass, was the most memorable so far. He had prepared sticks of strawberry butter and melted them in my hole and along his penis. He gave me his belt to bite on when I felt him enter. He first slid in two fingers. Even then I could not imagine the pain. My dick shrank and my balls rose and hardened. Then he slid in his head, ever so gently. And with all the gentleness in the world, slid in all of his 11 inches into me. At each stage he would check to see if I were okay. I was sweating, and I felt like I was bleeding. Then he was all in me. He relaxed for a moment, and then slowly as he came in, withdrew part of his cock. His rhythm and tempo increased, and before I knew it, I was engaged in full-time hard-core fucking with a hot stud who was evidently experienced in such things. We would do a variety of these for about three hours a night and I would sneak back to my room to catch on my sleep. But night was not the only time we had to ourselves. Every time we had thirty minutes alone, we ended up in mutual masturbation in the least. But for everything we did, Danny would not suck me, nor would he allow me to fuck him. If ever I came, it was because I came on my own, or he would fist fuck me, or he would rub some rough part of his body on my dick. Yet I never complained. Just being with him, and giving him pleasure was enough for me. But the longing to get sucked stayed with me. I knew I had to look for this elsewhere. And ironically, I did not have to look for it. It came to me. My parents had best friends who lived close by. We were practically neighbors and did everything together; vacations, baptisms, birthdays, and graduations. While I was the only child on our side of the fence, the other family had two boys. The older, Tony, was my age (and was in fact my constant playmate during and after Levi), and the younger, Wyman, was two years short of mine. I never had a brother to compare myself against, but I could see the difference between Tony and Wyman. Even that early, I could tell that Tony was the boy, and Wyman tended to be on the feminine side. And while all of us would engage in all the rambunctious activities, Wyman never had the energy and drive of Tony or me. He would be content to be left to watch both me and his older brother enjoy. As like most normal best-friendships, we had sleepovers and other slumber parties. And it was here that I discovered Wyman's true nature. One hot summer night (this was before Danny but after Billy), we three slept over in our house. I only had a bed good for two, so another one was brought in. Wyman chose (or rather insisted) that he not take the extra, so Tony took it. After a long night of talking, eating, and laughing, we got ready to sleep. Wyman did not use his blanket but rather shared mine. (You should note that I had only Billy in my mind, and I never considered Wyman more than a family friend.) I was exhausted that night so I slept right away. I was awakened suddenly by hand on my dick. By the time I was fully aware, I realized that my cock was throbbing hard. It was Wyman. I was shocked, but I had enough sense in me not to startle him. So I pretended that I was asleep. I pretended to scratch my hips, and brought my boxers down even more. Through the dark and half-closed eyes, I could see Wyman's furtive movements. He would glance to see if his brother was awake, and then at me to see if I were. He saw that we were (apparently) sound asleep, so he continued kneading my dick. He piled pillows on the sides so no one could see the frantic rising and falling of the blanket as he jerked me off. All this time, I was catatonic as a dead body, only occasionally sighing and shifting. When he brought his face close to mine to inspect, I would close my eyes shut. All throughout, he was also kneading his own dick. He apparently got tired of jerking off and wanted to try something new. He glanced around to check before he moved his head down to my cock area. I could feel his hot breath on my rigid cock-head before he swallowed me entirely into the caverns of his mouth. It was another alien feeling. As he worked his mouth along my cock, I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming. I was in heaven. My legs tightened, and my toes stretched. I clenched my fists and refrained myself from pushing his head down even more. It was one of the most pleasurable feelings I felt. But from his hasty and frantic actions, I knew this was Wyman's first homosexual experience. He licked everything from my navel to my inner thighs to my balls. I was screaming inside, while I feigned sleep to keep him going. Then I felt a hot splatter of sperm on my calves. Wyman's, I thought. Then without warning, he sighed deep and stopped sucking. He had cum, and was spent. I controlled myself from grabbing his head and pushing it back to were it belonged. The fire in me was still raging, and it had to be quenched. But Wyman just stopped, leaving me cold and empty. I rubbed my spit bathed dick and turned over and slowly started fucking the pillow, without disturbing a now-sleeping Wyman. In a few minutes, I came. But I felt empty. I vowed to spill my love juices in Wyman soon. We woke up late the next morning. Tony was already outside swimming (he had all the sleep the night before). Wyman was already sitting awake when I fluttered my eyes open. "Good morning," he said, as if nothing happened. I just smiled and looked out the window. I saw Wyman getting ready for the morning bath. Though we three were always comfortable in the presence of our own nudity, I could have sworn that the way Wyman took off his boxers, he was teasing me. He stepped into the bathroom but he deliberately left the door open for me to see him get wet. My dick was raging now. I knew for sure the he wanted me in there with him. In the blink of an eye, I had my boxers off and my dick between Wyman's soapy legs. "Uhmmm," he purred in an almost girlish voice "So you liked it last night?" I just held him tighter in response. I continued fucking his legs. Wyman moaned. He did not even kiss me. He directed the shower and rinsed of the soap on my dick. He knelt in front and kissed my cock-head. He quickly swallowed it like he did the night before. But while during the previous experience I had my body tied and unable to move, this time I was free. My hands flew to the back of his head and guided him down. And I began the rhythmic fucking of his face. Wyman moaned and moaned, despite having my entire length in his mouth. He rubbed his dick on my shins. Water and soap enveloped the both of us. His hands were caressing my butt, my back and my inner thighs. It was not long before I came. Wyman greedily sucked up every single drop that came. He also came in a short while after me, with just his cock length rubbing against my shin. I was shocked by the first-time feeling of cumming in someone else's mouth. It was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as being fucked in the ass by Danny. And then I understood what Danny felt every time I offered my mouth to him. Wyman finished our bath without word or incident. We dried ourselves and quietly went down to the patio to eat and swim with Tony afterwards. Though we never expressly agreed, our meeting eyes communicated the understanding that we keep our little secret between ourselves and the night. These little incidents were often repeated, especially with Billy's departure. And Wyman's hot mouth was still around when I got Danny into my sex life. But both of them assumed that they were the only one's I had. Nobody thought I had other asses to fill or cocks to suck. But it would only last for so long before one would discover the other. (to be continued) email: alopett@mailcity.com