Gay Erotic Stories

We were naive to think we were going to get away with playing hooky yesterday morning. When our teacher, Mr. Anderson noticed that the three of us, Carl, Ernie and I, were all missing, he went to the office and called our homes. My older brother Frank answered the call to our house and gave the excuse that I was in bed, sick, even though he knew I was probably out with Carl and Ernie. Mr. Anderson didn’t find out much at Carl’s either, because Carl’s brother Reggie answered and made an excuse, just like Frank did for me. Apparently, Carl had told him what he planned to do, and it didn’t include school! Mr. Anderson had better luck at Ernie’s house, however. He didn’t get through till after the afternoon session, while we were in the barn fucking the daylights out of each other. When Ernie’s mother answered, she was shocked to hear that he wasn’t in school in the morning. When he got home for supper, she demanded to know where he had been. He didn’t tell her he was sucking cocks, but he did tell her that he was swimming, and that Carl and I were with him. She called the school back and told the teacher what Ernie had told her and Mr. Anderson finally got the word to my mother. She was furious, and I was forbidden to hang out with Carl and Ernie for the next two weeks. I don’t think Carl’s mother was too concerned. Least ways, he never said anything when we met at school the next day. Of course, we were all called to the office, and some of the truth came out - the swimming part - but none of us would tell the other stuff, even Ernie who was scared shitless! So we got assigned some punishment. We had to do garbage clean-up around the school for two weeks, which should have been enough, but Mr. Anderson also suggested that we should report to Mr. Miller, the gym teacher, for laps every afternoon after school for the two weeks. I looked up as he suggested it, and thought I saw a little grin on his face. What was so funny, I wondered, but then I forgot about it. As it turned out, we weren’t the only ones reporting to Coach Miller for laps. There were three other guys, not from our class, who had gotten into trouble this week too. I wasn’t sure what they were doing, but we all got the same punishment. Coach worked us hard, and we were all pouring sweat by the time he was finished with us. The first day, back in the locker room after the workout, despite the coach’s admonition that we shower before we leave, Carl and I dressed immediately and went home. The second day, however, Carl brought soap, shampoo and a towel. He was going to stay and take a shower, he said. He didn’t have a shower at home, so he thought he’d make the best of it. Ernie was already doing it - he was a bit of a clean freak, as we had already found out after gym class. Anyway, Carl whispered to me the next day in school that he wanted me to stay and take a shower too. Carl and I didn’t dare try to get together after school. Our moms were angry that we got caught playing hooky, and we weren’t allowed to be together for two weeks, outside of school. By that third day, we figured out that we could still get to enjoy each other’s bodies, but at the gym! Punishment and passion in one blow, so to speak! Suspecting something good was up, something besides my hot cock, which was always up these days, that is, I agreed. So, the third day, I brought soap and stuff too, and a change of clothes. All three of us stayed for showers, and so did the three older guys. Obviously, Carl and Ernie already knew they’d be there, and it wasn’t hard to figure out what Carl had in mind - what a mind! One of the older guys was Henry. He was a great big, awkward guy. Not a very good athlete, he seemed to trip over his own feet! He was good looking though, with deep set brown eyes and very long lashes, bedroom eyes they’re called, the kind girls wish they had. Another fellow, Billy, was shorter then we were, but very muscular - he had a set of weights in his basement, and worked out all the time. His chest and arm muscles bulged out, and his stomach, when we saw it on the first day, was one of those washboard stomachs - what did they call it? A six-pack? I think that meant that it was ribbed, like a six-pack of beer cans. I’m not sure, but that was a very good mental image. His legs were heavy with muscles too, short compared to his upper body, but very strong, and very hairy! The third guy was Mitchell. “Big Mitch”, everyone called him, and the first time I saw him take a shower, I knew why! His cock was even bigger than Carl’s, and his balls looked like they belonged on a horse! Needless to say, we were now enjoying our punishment! Imagine putting us into a shower room with three sexy guys to look at! It didn’t take them long to get used to us being there, and they didn’t mind strutting around in the nude. For that matter, we did some strutting ourselves! I was glad to see that Henry and Billy had cocks about my size. I was beginning to get a serious complex, with Carl and Ernie both having bigger ones. But even they felt small next to Big Mitch! Soft, it was bigger than Ernie’s, and almost as big as Carl’s. I was hoping we would get to see his cock hard someday, and it didn’t take long for that to happen. So, on that third day, the day I took my towel and stuff, all six of us were sweating like pigs when Mr. Miller let us go to the locker room. “And take showers!” he ordered, as we left the gym. “You guys stink!” He yelled that to us a lot, even after regular classes. He used to walk through the locker room to check to see who was having showers and who wasn’t. He used to walk up to the naked guys and put his hand on their shoulders and talk about the game and stuff. He’d massage sore muscles, and sometimes he’d rub guys on the chest, telling them that their weight training was beginning to pay off. He’d feel their muscles and tell them that they were definitely getting larger. He never looked at their cocks and balls, at least not in class, even if the guys sprung boners, so we never thought it was odd. This day was going to be different. As I said, all six of us were told to hit the showers. The shower room is separated from the locker room by a wall, but inside there are no curtains on the four stalls. They were plenty big, enough room for two, as we were to find out. Carl whispered to me to take my time getting undressed, so I did - a knot in my sneaker did the trick. By the time I’d gotten it out, stripped, and picked up my towel and soap, everyone else was in the shower, except Carl, who was waiting for me, and fondling his big cock absentmindedly. Carl and I went around the corner, and there they were - four naked guys! We knew we would get to take a real good look, since we figured we’d have to wait till a couple of them finished and gave us their stalls. Or so we thought. When we looked in, we saw that Billy and Henry were in the same stall, and were sharing one bar of soap and one washcloth. Big Mitch was alone in the second stall, and Ernie, looking very small next to Big Mitch, was in the third. The fourth stood empty. We got a good look at Big Mitch’s soft cock, and it was worth the peek. He was facing us, and soaping his hair, and the movement of his upper body made his massive dick swing to and fro. Even soft, or semi soft as it was now, it was a sight to behold! But even that huge prick was not the main attraction. We could see that Billy and Henry were turning each other on, rubbing each other with the soapy washcloth. Their cocks were semi hard, and growing, and so were ours. Ernie got horny just looking at us watching those other guys and he was already jerking off! He faced right at us, and stroked his hard cock, his head thrown back, his lips parted, his teeth clenched. He opened his eyes, saw us and smiled. He moved his hand to one side. Was he offering his hard cock to us? Neither of us was very interested. We liked his cock, but we didn’t like him! Our eyes strayed back to Billy and Henry, who were getting quite serious about each other’s bodies now. Billy had his hand around behind Henry, pulling the other boy’s body closer to his own, their now rock hard cocks touching - sort of dueling, as they crossed back and forth, rubbing against each other. Billy was rubbing Henry’s tits, and the little brown nipples were standing out from his chest. Carl’s hand went down to his own cock, and he started stroking it. He reached over and gave mine a little squeeze and it immediately sprang to attention. We were so busy watching Billy and Henry, and ignoring Ernie, that neither of us noticed Big Mitch stop washing himself and stare at us. Or leave his stall and come to stand beside us to see what we were looking at. When he saw what was getting us turned on, he let out a loud guffaw. “Hey, you perverts!” he yelled at Billy and Henry. “You got these fellows all steamed up with your cock fight there. Look at their cocks!” Billy and Henry stopped and looked. I tried to hide myself, but Carl just stood there smiling, legs spread, stroking his ten-inch masterpiece. The others left their shower stall and came over. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice one,” said Billy. Henry was more direct. He reached over and took it in his hand. “Shit, and it’s thick too,” he said, giving it a jerk or two. Big Mitch reached over and took it in his hand. “I think Carl likes this,” he said after stroking it a few times. He squeezed, and picked up the tempo. Billy, Ernie and Henry were all jerking off now, watching as Big Mitch jerked Carl. Shyness giving way to lust, I joined in. Carl, seeing that every cock was getting a treat except Big Mitch’s, reached over and took the bigger boy in hand. Without anyone suggesting it, we moved into a close circle and each one started jerking the guy next to him. A few moans were heard over the slapping of foreskins. Big Mitch, actually, was the only one of us not sporting a ‘hood’. He had no foreskin at all, which I thought was kind of unusual, but then I hadn’t seen too many cocks. I had a hood, Ernie and Carl did too, and my brother Frank had one as well. That was about it as far as my familiarity with cocks went. Big Mitch’s was the first cut cock I’d ever seen. If it wasn’t that Henry had taken a liking to my hard cock, and was stroking it like mad, I would have moved closer to get a feel of Big Mitch’s. I couldn’t reach it, but I could sure watch it as it swelled and grew both harder and thicker than any cock I’d ever seen before. By now, it must have been about twelve inches long - a fuckin’ foot! Carl had his hand full, stroking that massive cock, but he was the right man for the job. He twisted his hand this way and that as he massaged the massive meat, and Big Mitch was heaving his hips in and out, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Carl’s hand. We were all getting pretty horny now, and the need to cum was taking over. The moaning had become grunting, and all of us were slapping stomachs as fast as we could. Big Mitch was working Ernie’s cock, and Ernie was the first to blow. He let out a wild squeal - “uuunnnggghhhhhhh!” He was working Billy’s cock, and Billy reached the flash point just watching Ernie spurt his cum into the center of the circle. Henry had me at the very edge, and I was sure I had Carl there as well. I was hoping we would blow together. Suddenly Henry went, his hot cum hitting me on the leg. That was enough to do me, and Carl followed a split second later. The only one left was Big Mitch. Carl’s arm was getting tired and he was beginning to flag. Big Mitch knocked Carl’s hand away and took over on his own. The rest of us, our cocks sagging limply between our legs, watched in fascination as Big Mitch brought himself to climax. Great globs of his hot cum sprayed out of the slit on the end of his cock, and he swung round, spraying it on each of us, one huge spasm after another. At last his cock began to soften, and he slowed down, then stopped. Clap, clap, clap! We spun around to face the door to the locker room, and there were Coach Miller and Mr. Anderson, the bulges in their pants showing how much they had enjoyed the show. “Well boys,” said Coach, moving into the shower room, “just what will we have to do about this! Mr. Anderson, do you have any suggestions?” “Oh yes,” Mr. Anderson said. “Oh yes indeed. I think I know exactly what we will have to do about this.” He reached down and rubbed the hard cock that was trying to push its way through the material in his slacks and smiled.