Gay Erotic Stories

Geoff had worked for our ranch for six years and moved into co-foreman with Barney his sixth year. I liked helping my Dad with the horses but would get bored after about four hours and wanted to be with my friends - until Geoff started coming around the stables instead of mending fences and running errands. Geoff was about 5'11, 185 pounds of muscle, black hair; I guess about a 7 in looks. A nice guy. My Dad liked his attitude. I liked his jeans. Nice butt, extra nice nuts, and a major snake down his left leg! But I never could get passed looking, even after the summer I graduated from high school! It was last week (my second semester of my freshman year), when Geoff took a Friday to Sunday off, that we spent enough time for us to clear the air about our thoughts about each other. First off, after dinner, I went back with him to the hotel cause he had spilt red wine on his starched banded-collar white shirt. When he stuffed the new shirt into those tight faded Wranglers there wasn't any underwear hiding even halfway down his hips! I watched him "restructure" his package down his leg, then zip and belt up. Then, off to a movie. I went back with him to the hotel afterwards just to talk and smoke cigs. In fact, I had started him on Marlboros when I was 13. Now at 19, I was asking him for some cigs cause I wasn't sure how the campus "give-you-a-scholarship" administrators would take to this jock smoking on "their" money. (Small school, huh?) Anyway, we talked about the ranch first and then he went right into how much he missed seeing me everyday. I said the same thing back to him and added, "especially those Wranglers." He smiled, and said, "Then I can say how much I miss that muscled body, especially that hot butt." We looked at each other, deeply, looking for truth, searching for an honest "next move." As he lit my fifth cig for the evening, I moved my hand onto his left thigh and down to his thick tool. As we smoked I stroked that growing foot long and heavy balls through the denim. Putting out the smokes he lifted my shirt above my head, and began feeling my pecs and biceps, with his tongue nearing my lips. I pushed him down hard on the bed and told Geoff that I wasn't waiting any longer for him to show me the cowboy way, as we struggled with each others boots, then jeans. Stripped and rock hard, he sucked my pecs as he fisted my thick one. Then, with both arms he hauled me onto my stomach and inched his twelver into my cherry hole, teaching me what I had really been waiting on for years to learn! He taught me all weekend. Sometimes, you get lucky and learn at an early age. For me, though, it was worth the wait! I wonder if my cowboy roommie though it was worth the wait when I started on him the next weekend?