Gay Erotic Stories

At puberty a boy's eyes grow. His first intentional ejaculation with its bracing horror and glazed trance of dilated pupils fixed to his hard dick is a once-in-a-lifetime experience that triggers every shaggy rocketing of cum from then on. He is awarded a hot body--a hot body with more erections than a field of weeds. This morning on the farm Ned and Les were hot-wired to get back into their boyish spattering of cum. With one another, they had a bad hunger for another sexual transformation, but this one, pictured for them so clearly in the stash of porn in their closets showed the sex, but didn't tell them how to get it here in Ohio's Bible belt. Boy-to-boy sex was not locally acceptable, even if they were at the age of consent. So their balls ached at the hot fantasies they were trying to fight off so they could do the work of the farm. Each of them felt a marching band in his balls, whose trumpet was shrieking high hard notes and even some softer jazzy riffs. Ranks of bass drums were beating off something that was in counterpoint to their hearts pounding in lust. They had just run across the farm yard to the backdoor of the farmhouse where they crushed against each other accidentally at the base of the old wooden stairwell to the second floor bedrooms. The press of the work they had to get done came back to them as they began to mount those stairs and instead of the excitement at being alone together there was a little dampening of their hots for one another. By the time they reached the top of the steps they had sorted out the possibilities and doing right won out against their need to touch one another. Ned avoided Les's eyes and pointed to a bedroom used by one of his brothers which now had a dresser full of old jeans that Les could probably fit into. Ned turned away to his own room nearby, entered it and flung himself across the bed in tears. "Get real," he kept saying to himself as though that mantra could cool his self-thwarted lust. Les had an easier time. He longed for Ned, but, like Brer Rabbit thrown into the briar patch, he was enjoying the thought of trying on the tight blue jeans required for the work. But chiefly he was working on a plan that would fan the smoldering fire in him and Ned. He'd turn him on. So he was out to find the sexiest pair of jeans in the pile. He liked trying on the jeans--a little fetish he had. He was wearing jeans worn by Ned's brothers and that made his cock get even harder than it was. He found a mirror on a closet door and enjoyed seeing how nice his ass looked and how clean a line his hard cock showed. There was a white pair that of Levi 50l's that he had cast aside, but then he took the rejected pair in his hands and thought about their possibilities.... This pair belonged to Adam, the oldest of the O'Brian boys and they were last worn when all the boys were painting the barn, Barn Red. At the end of the painting day, while the other boys were cleaning their brushes, Adam continued painting to the irritation of the others. A prank occurred in Ned's head when his brother wouldn't quit and come off the ladder--he took the brush he was cleaning and stuck it through the rungs of the ladder aiming at Adam's precious package. Adam saw it coming and attempted to back his groin away, but he got hit anyway and to Ned's surprise there was a swath of red paint left to mark his brother's crotch--he hadn't cleaned the brush as well as he had thought. Adam won the barnyard brawl that followed, but he retired the jeans with the red brush bristle bulls-eye. Les tried on these jeans and liked the eye-catching daub. The Devil was in him or maybe a little of Huck Finn, who knows? He didn't care. The jeans were nice and tight, and as he turned in front of the mirror he could see that his cock showed off especially well in white jeans, paint spattered. He let out a Rebel Yell in appreciation of his own beauty and when he looked up there was Ned. Ned, dressed only in sky blue boxers, looked at Les with eyes bright with a mix of worry and wonder. Les looked into Ned's eyes filled with the look of Les. Caught enjoying himself and with a flagrant hard-on what could he do but say, very slowly, "Do these fill the bill?" Ned made the closing step to Les, turned him around so that Les was in front of him and both of them were facing the mirror. Les couldn't bring himself to look into the mirror and all it showed, so with his head turned to the side, all he knew was that Ned had grabbed his rock hard cock in those white Levi's. Ned said "Yeah" and turned his head over so as to seek Les's open mouth. In victory their mouths joined as they turned to one another, their hands roaming freely upon each other as the kiss deepened--a cavernous orgy, hot, wet, breathy. And the room sounded with moans without restraint. When a wall like this falls, it falls. All that could answer Les's white boner was contained in Ned's tented blue boxers... To be continued. Billy Jay. gayflexed1@yahoo.com