Gay Erotic Stories

What I learned by myself This is the third installment in the Carl Series. Hope you enjoy it. Carl and I got to my place just before dark. He picked up his school books and headed right out again. Mom was at the counter, starting to get supper ready. “Mom, do I have time for a bath before supper?” I asked, trying to appear casual, but really bursting inside with enraged hormones. “A bath on a week day? Why?” She asked. “I stepped in dog poop,” I said. “I got it off my shoe, but it got all over my fingers, and then I rubbed it in my hair. I thought you’d rather me smell clean at supper than smell of dog poop!” “You are right there,” mom said. “There’s clean underwear in the basket in the laundry, and clean towels too. Don’t make a mess in the bathroom!” I grabbed the underwear and towels and headed for the bathroom. While the tub filled with water, I took off all my clothes and stood up on the toilet seat so I could see myself in the medicine cabinet mirror. Having just discovered sex is a big mind opener you know, and now I was very interested in taking a good look at my own body. I saw that I wasn’t as skinny as I thought I was, though not as muscular as either Carl or Ernie. Still, I wasn’t carrying any extra flab like some of the other guys in our class at school. I didn’t have much body hair either, but my cock and balls were shrouded in a reasonable amount, not as much as Carl, but then he was two years older than me. “Hair will come,” he told me, when I commented on how much he had. “I was bald as a baby’s bum down there till about two years ago! You’ve got more hair than I had when I was your age!” At 5’11”, I was the second tallest in my class, tied with Ernie, with only Carl taller. I had sandy brown hair, and freckles on my face. I put my hands on my hips the way Carl did when he stood in front of me, naked, spread my legs as much as I dare standing where I was, on the toilet seat, and thrust my hips out to try to make my cock stand out a bit. It was not nearly as long as Carl’s, only about half as long, really, at just over 5” compared to his 10”. Ernie’s was longer too. Carl told me not to worry; it would probably grow some more before I got to be his age. “It’s not how long it is,” he said, “but what you can do with it that counts!” I tightened my abdominal muscles and made my cock stand up a little higher. It was gradually stiffening, and I was getting that horny feeling that I had all day - ever since Carl got me to feel his cock through his jeans in class this morning. There was enough water in the tub now, so I got down and turned it off. I stepped in, and slowly settled my bum to the bottom. I wasn’t really dirty, like I had told Mom. I just wanted to be in a private place so I could think about all the things that Carl had shown me, and perhaps try to jerk off all by myself. The bathroom was the best place I could think of. I hadn’t put too much water in the tub, enough that it came up to my cock, but didn’t cover it as I sat there. I raised and lowered my hips and made the water slosh back and forth. My cock and balls rose and fell with the water, and the tickling sensation made me even hornier. As my cock stiffened, it withstood the waves I was making even more, and finally stood straight up, impervious to the mini tsunamis. I kept my hips lifted up as much as I could, and reached down to take my now rock-hard cock between my thumb and index finger. I slowly wrapped the rest of my fingers around it, and managed to get them all on. I tightened my grip a little, and a thrill of pleasure surged through me. I almost moaned out loud, but held it in. It wouldn’t do for my mom to hear me! Then I began to slide the skin back. Carl told me it was called foreskin. His slid back easily, but mine was tighter. I hadn’t done this very much, except to clean in there, but then it was always soft, never hard like now. Now that it was hard, and swollen, the skin was stretched tighter. I eased it back, slowly at first, but as the ripples of pleasure coursed through my body, I pulled harder and suddenly the head of my cock poked through the foreskin. I slid it all the way back, exposing the thickened head fully. This was the very first time I had ever done this. What an exhilarating feeling! I stopped my exploration, and began to slide the skin back up, then down again, as I had done with Carl. What a thrilling feeling! I had never experienced anything like it before. I squeezed harder, as he had shown me on his cock, and moved my hand up and down faster. My hand was splashing the water as it reached the bottom, and I was afraid mom would hear the sound, so I arched my back even more and lifted my hips right out of the water. By now, lust had taken its hold on me and I jerked faster and harder. I felt the most wonderful surge of pleasure rise up through me and suddenly I felt like I had to pee, only it was different than that. I was hoping it meant the cum was coming, so I continued to jerk and jerk. I slipped on my elbows and sloshed back down into the water, but then rose up again, not missing a stroke. I had forgotten about the noise I was making. I could only think of one thing - making the cum! And suddenly, there it was! A great surge of lust wracked my body and I shuddered from head to toe as the first little spurt appeared - not a fountain of cum like Carl made; just one little spurt of thick, white cream. Not enough to fill a thimble. But it was my first, and I was amazed that I could do it. I eased my body back into the water and as it rose up around my cock, the little bit of cum floated away. I reached for it, and tried to pick it up with my thumb and finger, but it just dissolved and left a sticky residue on my fingers. I put them to my nose and sniffed, but I didn’t put them in my mouth. Though Carl ate his cum, and said he loved it, I wasn’t ready to try that. Finally, as the horniness left me, I finished washing and got out of the tub. I dried myself, dressed and went downstairs just as mom was calling me to supper. My brother had arrived home, and when he heard I had taken a bath on a weekday, he looked at me, kinda strange, but said nothing. I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he ever jerked off. I wondered if dad ever jerked off! Surely not! But then, he must have, because he had to make cum to make our mother have us! Does that mean he put his cock inside her? He must have. Does she still let guys do it? Is that why she has boyfriends, even though our father has been gone for three years? Does she let them fuck her? “I said pass the potatoes,” my brother said, poking me in the ribs. “What’s the matter? You deaf?” I put all thoughts of sex out of my head and ate my supper. I was starving. I went to bed early that night, anxious for morning to come, so I could tell Carl what I had done.