Gay Erotic Stories

I'll tell you this story, you probably won't believe me, but I swear to you that everything I am about to tell you has indeed happened to me. I'll start by going back a few years, I was fifteen when my life had an abrupt change, you see, I kind of always knew that I wasn't straight, but I don't think I was completely gay either. I later found out that I was in what I like to call denial stage. Anyway, I was home alone one night and had been watching electric circus on Much Music, you know the one, with all the young hot guys in tight shirts and tight pants, wearing leather and all those kinds of fabrics that show every rippling muscle in your entire body, and let me tell you I was getting very horny. So I decided I could use a little jack off session. But I was getting bored of the same old thing, I wanted to do something different, wear something sexy like the guys on TV. I looked in my closet, and didn't really see anything to sexy, so I decided to run downstairs and look in my big sis's room, to see if she had anything to my liking. Well folks, what I found was to open up a whole new world for me. I found g-strings, pantyhose (the kind that only come up to your thighs and then attach to garter belts) tight little silk half shirts, and then, there it was, the mother load. A Playgirl Magazine, and the picture on the front, almost made me cream just looking at him. This gorgeous guy wearing tight Calvin’s showing off his very, very impressive manhood. So I grabbed a g-string out of the drawer and some of those thigh high pantyhose and a tight half top, and booted it up to my room, of course don't forget the magazine. Now I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything, but my dick is a pretty nice piece of meat. It's 8.2" cut. And has a slight curve in it to search out that one spot that everybody has, and loves to be pounded on. Anyway with that said I think I can now move on. So I got dressed into my little outfit, and started thumbing the pages of my new magazine. It took me about 2 minutes to shoot my load, well okay, fine, it was more like 40 seconds. But he, it wasn't my fault, it was the first time I ever beat off looking at another naked guy. So anyway needless to say this went on about another few months. Several years later my cousin and I spent some quality summer time together. Now summers for me were usually pretty good, but this summer was going to be especially good because my cousin was going to be coming here from Alberta, to stay with my family for a couple of weeks, and we always had like the best of times together. Anyway so the first few weeks flew by for me, and before I knew it he was here. We got along great because we were the same age and in the same grade, and we just had a lot in common. So he arrived and it was great, we had such a time, and by the first night we didn't want to sleep cause we were having so much fun, so we decided we were going to set up a tent in the back yard so that we wouldn't bother anyone all night, it turned out to be the best idea we could have ever had. We were lying there, talking about schools and telling stories of the year past, and we got onto the subject of sex, as young boys often do. And so he was telling me what it was like to have a girl jack you off, and suck you off, and all this stuff. I was getting totally horny; I needed my magazine to thumb through like right now! And then, with no hesitation at all, he asked me if I wanted to jack him off while he jacked me off. I didn't know what to say, I was dumbstruck. I laughed and said, Yaw, right, cause I thought he was joking around. But he wasn't I could tell. Then he asked again, and said, "Don't worry man, it's not like were gay or anything, it's just two buddies trying to make each other feel a little better, that's all," That's all! That's all! What in the hell was he talking about? I laid there for a few minutes, not knowing what to say, trying to figure out what he was trying to get out of me. Did he know I jacked off to naked hot men, or was this a genuine invitation to stroke each other’s, now very hard, cocks. So that's when I decided, enough pussy footing around. "Okay," I told him "Let's do it." Here's where I expected him to say, “hahahah I knew it I knew you were a fag.” But he didn't, instead he reached over and started to caress my cock, through my joggers. It felt so good, I could have done just that all night. It was warm and made me feel incredible, so incredible that I almost forgot that I was supposed to return the favor. So slowly I reached over his arm, and placed my hand on his stomach, and then searched around until I found the hard lump in his pants. It was incredible, the most amazing moment of my life, well up to that point anyway. I loved the feel of his strong dick between my fingers wrapped up tight around my hand. He was moaning a little, I could barely hear it but I could tell he was enjoying this a whole lot. And as for me, well it was all I could do to stop from creaming right then and there. From what I could tell, my cousin’s cock was about 7" long, not too fat, and cut like mine. It was real nice. After a while, I got up the courage to reach down his pants and undo his underwear. I wanted to feel his cock skin to skin. And boy was I ever glad I did that, cause as soon as I did that, he followed my lead and plunged down to find my naked cock. We lay there for a little while playing with each other’s cocks, until he finally spoke up. "Hey, why don't we take our clothes off, it might be a little easier that way," Okay." I said to him. So we took off our clothes, and then we lay down on top of the covers, our naked young bodies just visible by the light of the moon through the fabric of the tent, and it was only now that I got a good look at his beautiful, hard cock. It looked so tasty, I wanted to go down on him so badly. I wanted to taste his sweet cock in my mouth, to have him pumping his dick down my throat until I made him cum all over my face. Of course, I did not dare, I mean there's only so far you can go until you have to say, whoa okay that's enough, although I knew I wouldn't object if he suggested it. No sir-ree bob, I would have been down on him in one second flat. But for now I was more than happy to resume strokin' his naked flesh, jacking him off until he got to that point of no return, until he could no longer hold it in, and the only thing that mattered to him was releasing his load all over his stomach. So there we were. I was stroking him, and he was stroking me. And I was getting close, I mean real close. I didn't think I could hold it back any longer, and judging by his breathing, he was getting real close too. So I whispered to him, “I'm close, how about you? " “Yeah I'm close, I think I'm gonna shoot right now man." "Me too," I told him So within two more strokes of his cock, he began to spray spunk all over. I could feel it running down across my hand, getting all over his dick and his stomach. And once he started and I could feel his cum running down my hand, I lost mine too. I began to cum so much and so hard, that I thought I would never stop. I hit all the way up to my nipples, and then all the way down my chest to my stomach. We lie there silent still stroking each other’s softening dicks. Finally we let go, and decided we should clean up and get some rest. I agreed to this even though sleep was the last thing on my mind. I didn't want to sleep--I wanted to have some more sex. Well I know we didn't have sex, but it was the closest thing that I had ever had, and I'll be damned if that is were it was going to stop. I wanted to taste his dick in my mouth if it killed me. But I wasn't going to say anything, because that's just the way I am. So I went to sleep. Well, I lay there for a really long time thinking about what had just happened, and thinking about it got me hard again, instantly. But I couldn’t tell him I was hard again, or he'd know I was thinking about it some more. So I just lay there, lightly caressing my again swollen cock. I hated being horny all the time, but it's not as if I could help it. So, just when I was on the verge of finally falling into a nice dream sleep. I could hear something weird, well not weird really, actually it sounded really familiar, yes I knew what it was, it was the sound of someone stroking his dick under the covers, and it wasn't me, so it had to have been him. It only took about two seconds for me to be fully awake again. But I was in a dilemma, I didn't know what I should do, should I turn over and just grab his dick and start stroking it, or should I wait and see what he does, or if he'll say anything. Being that I am one of the shyest persons around, I opted for the waiting. By now, my dick was so hard it was to that point where it's kind of sore. But what could I do, I couldn't just reach over grab his dick and then dive under the covers and start going down on him, could I? Well why not! We'd already cum all over each other, what's to stop us from going a little further now. “It's do or die time” I told myself. Just do it, who cares what he wants. What is it you want! I knew what I wanted, I wanted a cock Popsicle, and cock Popsicle I intended to have. So, slowly I reached over under the covers, and slid my hand up his leg on his inner thigh, until I reached his balls, I cupped them in my hand and slowly he let go of his own cock. So I slid my hand further up his cock, slowly until I found out just how far I could go with this. And then when I thought he was going to slap my hand away and tell me to fuck off or something, he whipped off our covers, exposing us to the warm night air. He placed one hand on his chest and started to explore his nipples, playing with each one lightly at first, and then a little harder. He placed his other hand on my head. His hand was barely there, but I could tell he was pushing on me a little, pushing me down towards his swollen dick. I'm not the kind of guy you have to ask twice, so without hesitation from me, I moved down on him, placing my lips on his chest as I worked my way down his lightly developed abs, and past his navel until I reached his dick. I propped it up with one hand while my other hand ripped off his boxers. Then, I opened my mouth a little to accommodate just the tip. I could see a little drop of pre cum, so I quickly scooped that up and out of his slit. The taste was so strong for such a small amount, a little sour was the only way to describe the taste. It was barely there, but it filled up every sense of my body. My lips encircled his 7" tool, I could take about 4" of it at first, I could feel a bit of gag in the back of my throat, I didn't want to choke on his cock, I wanted to give him the best blow-job he had ever gotten. I started to go up and down on his cock, taking in a little more each time, until I could smell the musty smell coming from his pubes--that sweet smell of sweat and of man. It filled my nostrils and touched my brain. I was getting so worked up that I hadn't realized that my other hand had gone down inside my drawers and was strokin' my own cock. I wanted him to enjoy this the best he could, so once I could take all his cock down my open throat with-out a hint of gagging. I put my two hands on his hips, and slid him onto his side. I told him that he could fuck my face until he creamed. So he started to fuck my face, slowly at first, thrusting his hips into my face, my nose getting buried in to his pubes every time. My hands made it around his waist and in between his legs, and started fondling his tight ass. I could feel the muscles in his ass tighten with every thrust of his hips. He was pumping faster and faster now, and I could hear his breath starting to get jagged. I was working my tongue around his cock inside my mouth as well. He was getting faster and faster, and I could now hear him moaning, he was in such pleasure, he didn't care what was going on. All he knew is that he was getting the best blowjob of his life. So I let off a few moans myself, moans to let him know he could go as long as he wanted to, because I was enjoying myself just fine--in fact, I could fall asleep sucking on this beautiful cock. He was starting to moan words out now. I had to strain to hear them, but I could make out most of them: "oh yeah, " "baby , mmmmm, suck that cock" " yeah man, feels so good" There was more too, but it sent me into a state of ecstasy that I had never been in before. Nothing else mattered to me anymore, all that mattered was getting my cousin off in my mouth, and making sure I got every drop of cum I could. He was full out panting now and I knew he was close. I tightened the grip I had on his buttocks and pulled him closer to me with every buck of his hips. I wanted him to make sure to not pull away when his cream started to pore out. And I didn't have to wait long! Before I knew it, his body went completely tensed and he started some wild spasms. The first shot of cream went so far down my throat, I could barely taste it. Then, all at once my mouth was filled with it--in fact it over filled it and it started to dribble down the side of my mouth. I could taste that sour taste again, only a lot stronger this time. It didn't seem to stop, it seemed as if there were a constant stream of cum flowing out of his dick, and I just stayed on the end of it, swallowing viciously, trying to get as much out of it as I could. Finally, he was finished and I could nurse no more out of his dick. He collapsed onto his back, and let out a few deep breaths. We were both sweaty pigs, and tired. God, were we ever tired! I lay on my back, and just stared out of the top of the tent, and into the black abyss of the night. I wondered why this night had happened, was it for me, was it for him, but most of all I wanted to now one thing… Would, it happen again!! To be continued...