Gay Erotic Stories

After the initial experience with Mitch, it didn't take too long for us to have a repeat performance. You may remember, Mitch seduced me while looking at pictures of young girls in his yearbook. Following that episode, I had to travel abroad for a week or two. It was time for him to visit me at my house. We were in my study chatting very comfortably and I was showing Mitch some of my holiday pictures. There was one of a very blonde, cute English girl wearing only a white mini-bikini tightly on her hips. Yes, I can go both ways! I could see that he was getting into this, so I reached across his lap and started to massage him through his jeans. He responded very nicely and soon was sporting a large, long bulge. After a few minutes of this he said that I should stop. He said he was awfully damp. I asked if he had come already---he said no, that he just had a lot of lubrication, which was making his underwear very sloppy! I wasn't going to let this day go to waste on account of some damp clothes, so I undid his jeans, slipped them down to his knees and feasted my eyes on the skimpy tight red cotton underwear. I quickly slipped the underwear down and grabbed his cock. He was right-there was a lot of clear fluid oozing from the tip. It was the monster that I remembered--cut, upward curved, with a great mushroom head. I was able to smoothly jack him using his own liquid as if we had used some kind of gel. To this point everything had been one-sided regarding sex. It was always I doing something to him. At that point he said, "Maybe I'd better see about this!" and his hand covered and hungrily squeezed my penis through my pants. Very quickly he had my belt undone and my clothes down to my knees. He stroked it very carefully and lovingly as if he had been waiting for this moment. After a few minutes he sighed and said, "Is it ever big!" Meanwhile my grip on his now slippery 6.75" pole was well established. I very slowly was jerking him with my enclosed thumb and forefinger with very little friction due to his lubrication. He was starting a bit of body English with this, as his hips would withdraw on the down stroke and rise when I pulled away. I was getting to the point where I had to do something more with this beautiful body of his than just massage his yolk. Now that his lower body was naked I was quite taken with the swimmer type of body that Mitch had. The legs were as I remembered; long and strong without being too muscular and there certainly wasn't too much hair even on the lower legs. He had just turned 18 and had a sweet innocent face with short blonde hair. He was about 5'9" tall and always had a pleasant smile and demeanor about him. His waist was narrow and defined with good stomach muscles and the faint growth of blond hair running from the top of his crotch close to his beautifully coiled navel. There was a definite tanned "bikini-line" where one could tell that he had been sunning wearing one of the European cut suits. I had remembered this from our first encounter at his parent's house and had to use my hand to relieve myself many times with the thought of this young, warm, twinkish type of guy. If he had worm something like on this day, then I would have come already at the sight of it. It was time to carry this one more step. I lowered myself as well as I could with my underwear and pants around my knees to a position where I could grab his gleaming slippery cock with one hand and get my eager mouth into position. His body tensed and the air whooshed out of his lungs as I took the length of his now fully erect cock in my mouth, while swirling my tongue around the circumference of it. Soon his hips were mimicking the motion of my head and mouth as I fairly danced around the swollen mushroom-headed love rod. He had slipped from the chair to the carpeted floor where I disengaged my mouth from his pole for a moment to frantically pull his jeans and underwear off. He assisted willingly, and in turn helped me rid myself of the same constraints. He lay back down on the carpet as I massaged his slim, tight legs from his knees up to the inside of his thighs. It didn't take too much of this for Mitch to resume his hip action again. I revolved my hands higher and higher up his inner thighs and over his hips to that enchanting bikini-line and back down again. Several times his hot, red, turgid cock struck the back of my hand as I moved past his groin. I was taken by the heat of it and by the clear juice slowly dribbling out onto his groin and my hand. It was springing around with his movements like it had a life of it's own. I took a swab of his juice in one hand and quickly sniffed it and then licked. Very clear with no apparent smell or taste! I took more and rubbed some into his ball sack, which was tightly pulled up under his now very purplish cock. He moderated his movements with a side to side swish as well as the pelvic tilt to get every possible pleasure from my ministrations. I found my head again lowering onto his sacred love muscle. A groan followed as another blast of air was expelled as his body accepted the renewed lovemaking. I couldn't help myself----my tongue was swirling like a food processor and I was thrilling with every second of it. I put my hand down on his hip and started massaging. My hand moved lower until Mitch was raising his one hip so that I could conveniently slide my hand under and towards the crack of his bum. My fingers toyed with the very base of his spine moving in small tight circles over that magic area. The fingers then moved lower and lower into the gap between the two well-muscled bum flaps. His gyrations were forcing my hand deeper and deeper into the crack. My fingers met very little resistance as they entered the final fold of skin. The middle digit slid in like a ferret heading for it's home. Soon it found it's mark and the well-filed nail was doing its work on his prostate gland. Mitch's pelvic muscles were now working overtime as his groin slammed up and into my face and mouth again and again like a machine gone wild. My cock, which had been unattended for the past 5 to 10 minutes was noisily slapping against the inside of Mitch's knee and lower leg. It too was pulsing, as if it had a life of it's own! My finger was in a vise with the pressure that Mitch's anal muscles were putting on it. My throat was joyously aching with the largeness and ferocity of his lunges. I knew it was time! I quickly removed his cock from my mouth and quickly jacked it while I pushed mightily against his gland with the other hand. Mitch gave a loud muffled grunt as several long streams of hot seminal fluid shot past my face, over my shoulder, onto my naked back and started coursing down all the way to the crack of my ass! I couldn't handle it any longer. I quickly pulled my hand from Mitch's behind and splayed my needy body over the length of his. My cock easily glided over his wonderful young skin with all the moisture remaining from the recent activities in his pubic area. I vigorously ground my hips into his bush and his stomach as our lips and tongues met for the first time ever. Our teeth literally "clicked" on contact with raw, excessive passion. His tongue found the roof of my mouth and sent tingles of delight all through my body. I thought I would run out of breath as the pressure quickly mounted in my lower regions. I started to buck and shot all over his groin and naval area with a wonderful feeling of release. It was well worth waiting a month for this! Next Episode: Mitch invites me into the pool...