Gay Erotic Stories

By Lee Mariner

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional fantasy about a developing love between two gay boys and it will depict homosexual acts. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL ORYOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters are fictional and any perceived relationship to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and is not intended by the author.

Chapter 1

School buses and regular city buses can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but school buses are at the head of my list of traffic problems. Getting caught behind one discharging kids is as frustrating as it gets. Most of the kids are playing grab ass and are not really concerned with the traffic jam they might be causing.

Hi, there. I'm Larry, 19yrs old, 6'2", 180lbs with brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm gay; I've known that I was since the 7th grade when boys were turning me on more than girls. I messed around with girls, because I had to in order to prevent the other kids from snickering and thinking something was wrong with me while making snide remarks about my being a "faggot." I knew a couple of guys who were teased unmercifully about being gay and I didn't want that happening to me. It wasn’t easy though; showering with well-muscled jocks whose cocks would get half hard when they washed themselves.

I was on the wrestling and swimming teams in high school and had developed a pretty nice body with a more than average sized dick for a fifteen year-old boy when compared to the other boys I showered with.

My wrestling coach was a really hot looking hunk, and I think I had a crush on him. He worked out with me and every now and then would say that I had a good body. Once or twice when he was showing me a hold his hand would press against my cock. He could probably feel me getting hard even though I wore a jockstrap. I thought about him a lot when I was beating my meat and wondered what he looked like naked. When he got busted for messing with a couple of the other boys, it scared the shit out of me. Parents went ape shit, and he really was messed up. Sex with minors got him jail time and the kid’s expulsion.

After I graduated and started getting serious about being gay, I remembered what had happened to my coach and didn't mess with underage kids. I still feel that way, but one day I was stopped behind a school bus when a kid with an armload of books walked in front of my truck, and I could see he was sporting a huge hard-on. He was wearing tight jeans with a school pullover and was very nice looking. He was maybe 16 or 17, well built, and he was very definitely excited about something or someone.

Without thinking, I tapped the horn button lightly; and he stopped, glancing at me. I grinned at him pointing my finger at his crotch. He dropped his hand over his hard-on and looked away. Before moving out from behind the bus, he checked traffic and then looked back over his shoulder at me as he trotted to the other side of the street with his hand covering his cock.

I watched as he stopped and turned around looking at me again, but not covering his hard-on. My cock started getting hard, and I had that gut feeling that this boy wanted to be picked up.

The bus started to move, but I was trapped behind it because of the left lane traffic. I moved as slowly as the bus did, watching him walking in the same direction on the other side of the street. When traffic cleared, I changed lanes looking for a cross over; but it was almost two blocks before I could make a U-turn. I figured by the time I changed over he would be gone, but I turned anyway hoping he would still be walking toward me.

At first I didn't see him, but then I spotted him walking through the parking lot for a group of stores while angling toward a larger lot at the end of the strip. Turning into the parking lot, I drove by him slowly and parked at the back of the larger lot, backing in; so I could see him and he could see me. He was coming my way slowly and rubbing his hard cock. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking it as he walked by my side of the truck. I had rolled the window down, and he hesitated for a second looking at me and then moved away.

He moved to a tree at the edge of the lot; and, leaning against the tree, he kept on rubbing his crotch while continuing to look in my direction. I figured he was playing it safe; so I opened the door and, stepping out, using the door as a shield, I let him see my cock; and I stroked it a couple of times watching him for a reaction. He started walking in my direction; so I got back in my truck, closed the door, and pushed my jeans and jockey's down offering him a better view.

I leaned back slowly pulling on my cock, watching him in the side mirror; he was still hard and not trying to cover it up. He stopped next to the door, and I could see his right arm moving up and down like he was rubbing his cock. I turned my head a little and said, "Hi, what's up".

"Not much. I was wondering if you could give me a lift. I live over by the golf course."

"Sure, hop in." I straightened up, pulling my jeans up but not zipping them. I let the flaps stay open so that he could see my thick patch of pubic hair.

He got in and placed his books in the middle between us. I got a better look at him as he slid in the truck. His hair was a light brown, almost blond; his eyes, blue. He was a really attractive kid, and he was almost the same height as I am. When I started the truck, he arched his back, lifting his butt trying to pull his jeans down. I could see the outline of his cock alongside his left leg as he moved a little closer.

When he saw me looking, he grinned and squeezing his cock turned his hips toward me. As I reached over and lay my hand on it, he tensed and breathed in deeply, flattening his stomach. “It looks like you’ve got a hard problem that needs to be taken care of,” I said softly, feelings of excitement rushing through me.

"Yeah, it's been that way since back on the bus. It looks like you have the same problem,” he said, reaching over and sliding his fingers into my open fly and pressing down on the base of my cock. “Want to go where we can take care of both of our problems?"

"Sure, but where? I don't know any place around here."

"There's a safe place over by the golf course if you want to go there."

"Okay, what's on your mind, anything in particular?"

"Man, as horny as I am, whatever you want is okay with me."

Dropping the truck in gear, I pulled out into traffic driving to the first crossover and making the U-turn that would take us back to the golf course. He sat there running his hand in and out of his crotch and breathing a little heavy. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from my cock-head slit, and he was making me horny just watching him.

Glancing at him, I broke the silence, "My name is Larry."

"Derek, Derek..." he answered hesitating and stopping before telling me his last name.

"Okay, Derek. You better tell me where to go."

"Take the first left at the church just before you get to the golf course. After you turn, take the first right past the church's parking lot onto the dirt road. It leads back behind the maintenance buildings for the course. Nobody is back there this time of the day."

"Sounds like you been there before."

"Yeah, a couple of times, it's safe."

As I made the left turn where he had said to turn, he turned, pulling his left leg up on the seat, unsnapping his jeans and unzipping. I could see thick light brown pubic hair with the flaps laid open. He wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs.

"You mind if I ask how old you are Larry? You don't look much older than me."

"I'm 19, how about you?"

"I'll be 18 next week. I graduate this year. You do this much?"

"Do I do what much?"

"Pick up kids off school buses."

"Nope, you are the first; and I wouldn't have picked you up except I saw your hard-on and the way you looked at me as you came around the back of the bus."

"I got horny thinking about getting a blow job or jerking off and forgot to cover-up with my books. It was pretty obvious, wasn't it?"

"Just a little. I kind of thought you wanted to be picked up the way you stopped and kept rubbing yourself on the other side of the street."

"Yeah, I did. I saw that gay emblem on the windshield behind the mirror when you blew your horn and figured you might be gay."

He sat there watching where we were going with his fingers playing in his groin, pulling his pubic hair and pressing on the base of his cock. I was a little nervous, and my heart was beating faster watching him. This was the first time I had made a pickup like this and didn't really know what to expect.

When I made the turn onto the dirt road, he leaned back in the corner lifting his hips and pushed his jeans down a little more. I could see the smooth skin of his cock. I followed the road into the trees and saw the buildings he had said would be there. The doors were all closed and the place seemed to be deserted.

I drove a little further in so the truck wouldn't be seen and found a place where I could turn around with the nose heading out. Turning the motor off, I turned looking at Derek. He just looked at me; and, arching his back, he pushed his jeans from under his butt and, leaning forward, continued pushing them down around his ankles. When he straightened up, his cock sprang free and slapped up against his hard muscled, flat stomach. I sucked air deep into my lungs letting it out in a long sigh as he pulled his shirt over his head. He was built like an Adonis. Breathlessly, I gazed at the beauty of his hard-muscled chest with thick pectoral and abdominal muscles, and his erect tits surrounded by dark round aureoles the size of silver dollars. A light brown trail of hair led from his belly button into a dense covering of pubic hair around his thick at least seven-inch cut cock. It was smooth without veins showing and was also tapered. Where he had been circumcised was barely detectable. He reached down and unlaced his Nikes, kicking them off, and pulled his jeans off completely. Turning towards me stark naked, he placed one arm on the back of the seat and pulled his leg back up on the seat. He sat there, his blue eyes drilling into mine.

I had almost stopped breathing, but my heart was racing so fast I could feel the blood rushing through me. I couldn't remember when I had seen anyone as gorgeous as he.

"You want to get naked with me, Larry?" He asked, his eyes flashing at me.

I pushed his books off of the seat and slid a little closer to him. Leaning down, I unlaced my sneakers as he pulled my shirt up. As I sat back up, he pulled my shirt over my head; and, before I could push my jeans off, he was running his hands over my chest squeezing my tits.

"Yeah, I knew you had a build. Damn but you feel good."

"Let me get these off, Derek."

I pushed my jeans down and my cock sprang free his hand catching it as it did.

Derek put his leg behind me, and I slid a little closer as he held my cock.

He was so hot; he put his arms around my chest and pulled himself tightly against me. His heart was beating as fast as mine, and I could feel the strength in his arms as we embraced in a deep tongue-devouring kiss.

Placing his other leg over mine, he ran his hands up and down my back feeling the muscles while he lip kissed my neck, sucking on me. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as he squeezed me tighter. The way he was exploring my body and kissing me was almost as if he had never had sex before. I was gasping for breath, and my cock felt like it was leaking juice by the gallons from his vigorous onslaught.

Stopping for a second, he moved his leg from mine.

"Lean back, Larry,” he said softly.

I just stared at him, caught up in the ecstasy that had enveloped me. I felt him gently pushing me back to the door.

“Lean back, Larry,” he said again, “let me look at you."

I leaned back against the door as he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and then over my ribs, up into my armpits. Taking my cock in his hand, he looked at me stroking it gently.

"Looks like we are almost a match; yours is a little thicker and longer but you aren't cut like me. I like uncut cocks."

Breathing heavier and feeling his hand gently stroking my cock, I watched as he went down and engulfed it with his hot mouth. He sucked my cock, taking more and more of it until it touched the back of his mouth at the entrance to his throat. I could feel him pushing trying to take it all, but he gagged and withdrew, his saliva dripping from my throbbing cock.

"God, I wish we were in bed. I want to suck all of it."

Hearing him say this, I thanked Chevrolet for the bench seat. I was so fucking hot all I could think of was sucking him off while he sucked me.

"We can almost have a bed. If you kick your door open, we can stretch out on the seat and suck each other off."

Derek moved his leg from behind me and opened his door while I opened mine. Turning around we stretched out beside each other, and he greedily took my cock back in his mouth, pushing his at me. I opened my mouth and let him push his pre-cum slick cock in and down my throat in one long thrust. I could feel his throat taking me, and we both groaned sending shock waves through each of us. We sucked on each other feeling the lust and passion rising quickly. We thrust our cocks in a rhythm, sucking and feeding on each other, feeling them hardening, swelling, aching to explode and send torrents of hot teenage cream gushing down our throats. I felt Derek's muscles tighten at the same time as mine and, with a deep groan, he thrust his cock deep sending his seed down my throat, matching me stream for stream of hot molten juice. We both swallowed each other’s milk sucking every drop until our cocks started softening.

We both tightened our lips; reluctant to lose the prize we had sought, and, still sucking, drained the last drops as we withdrew from each other with our heads lying on the seat breathing deeply. After a few minutes, I sat up and, turning looked at Derek lying on the seat; his thick muscled chest rising and falling as he breathed; his eyes closed. Feeling my hand on his chest, he opened his eyes and started to sit up. I held him down.

"Not yet, Derek, just lie there and let me look at you for a minute."

I turned; and, stretching out alongside of him, I put one arm under his head and pressed my body against his, running my hand over the hard satiny muscles of his back. . He lay there with one arm over my shoulder and the other between us. I could feel his fingers moving in my pubic hair scratching the base of my cock.

"Derek, you surprised the hell out of me. I wasn't thinking about doing anything like this. I thought you were just a horny teenager looking for a blow job."

"I was, and, with just about anyone else, that is all it would have been

"Why this then? What made the difference?"

"You weren't pushy, and you didn't have your hands all over me the minute I got in the truck. Mostly, I liked what I saw. You’re good-looking, and I could see that you had a nice body. I like that,” he said, nuzzling my neck with his nose.

"That makes two of us. When you stripped, I almost choked at how gorgeous you are."

"Ditto again, Larry. I still wish we had been in bed though."

"Yeah, it would have been a hell of a lot better. We better get dressed and get you home; it's getting late."

Sitting up, we dressed and straightened ourselves up. Closing the doors, I was reaching for the key when he stopped me.

"Can I see you again, Larry? I'd like to."

"I'd like that too, Derek. You said you would be eighteen sometime next week, didn't you? What day?"

"Tuesday the 19th. Why?"

Writing my cell phone number on a blank piece of paper I handed it to him.

"Call me after the 19th if you still want to meet again. Do you live at home?"

"Yeah, how about you?"

"Same here; maybe we can work something out and have a birthday party."

"You aren't kidding me are you, Larry? I'd really like to see you again."

"I've got a friend that manages a motel out on Copeland Road, and I think he will let me have a room. How does that sound?"

"Do you think he would? That would be great. I think my parents are going out of town next weekend, but my sister will be home, or you could come there."

"You call me Thursday or Friday, Derek. I should know by then."

Leaning over he kissed me; his eyes were soft and shining.

"It's going to be a long week, Larry. I'm going to save everything for the weekend."

Starting the truck and dropping it in gear I looked at him again, "Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"Right here, I live on the other side of the trees. I walk this way when I come home from school."

Picking up his books, he opened the door and stood outside for a second. I could see the bulge in his crotch as he closed the door and leaned in the window.

"Larry, don't stand me up, please. I really would like to see you again."

"Not on your life. I'll be waiting for my cell phone to ring."

I reached out and caressed the side of his face, and he kissed my palm before turning and trotting off in the trees. At the edge of some holly bushes, he turned and waved. I waved back as I pulled out of the trees.

"Life is short but not long enough for those that know how to live it,” I mused, thinking about a quote I had read somewhere.