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by Billy Jay

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Tight purple jeans. You don't see jeans like this on guys, but from my experience, just follow the tight purple jeans like you follow the yellow brick road. The guy wearing them was about 23 or 24 with streaked shaggy-blonde hair, eyes which were dark brown and locked onto the eyes of his targeted sex-mate for the night. Powerful biceps popping out of a muscle T-shirt and thighs that showed that the jeans were tight with reason. I saw him only a fraction of a second before he asked me to dance: I was at a gay bar and looking for action, so I was ready for suggestions. It was a slow dance and that gave us time to feel each other up real good. His name was Tommy and he said he was an artist. When he heard my name, he said the same thing I've heard before--"Oh Daniel, in the lion's den." He ground his hard cock into me as he said it and that was a first. "I like your body. What do ya have, 17 inch biceps?" "Seventeen inch cock, my biceps are nothing." "I feel it. Want to come over to my place? You can tell me all about yourself." Tommy gave me a sweet kiss on my lips and took me by the hand. We held hands on the street as we walked to my place, three blocks away from the 427 Bar. We got in the door at my place and the first thing I said was, "Can I get you a drink?" Before I could say the word drink he grabbed hold of me and bore his tongue into my mouth in a wet kiss that I gave back to him as I reached for his tight-ass buns in those right-on purple jeans. "Get out, we're here for hot sex and I'm gonna give you the ride of your fuckin' life." "OK! OK! I want it just like you said. You can have anything you want here in Daniel's Den." Tommy had already begun to open the tight metallic black jeans I was wearing. All I had to offer in the dick department was a mere 6 x 6 cock--six inches long and six inches 'round. It filled the see-through thong I was wearing and he liked my style. His breathing got really heavy. He took my mouth again and just made light moves all around my thick, hot, sex organ. I just lifted his shirt and pinched his hard-tipped nipples. And all this was just the beginning, but I was out-of-my-mind hot for him. He finished stripping me and I stood naked for him with my cock straight out. Tommy just stood a little away from me and touched his index finger to my cockhead toying with it intently. This gave me a chance to look at him once more before I stripped him down. I wanted to taste his precum and I wanted to have him come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow purple jeans guy's steams of cum. I wanted to be fucked by him. I wanted so much. Tommy pitched his shoes and socks away and just stood in front of me, the bulge in his jeans inviting my turn at him. I got behind him so that I could feel him all over as I pulled those tight jeans down over his ass, off his powercock and down over those well-developed thighs. He wore black bikinis under those purple jeans and he popped a cock in them that was a solid seven inches of fuck pole. I took hold of it and pulled myself around to his front without letting go. The moans he made began with a relieved, grunted "Oh-uhh!" at my first touch of his meat. Soon, the two of us were naked to one another. I let go of him and stood back just the way he did with me. I touched his cockhead with my index finger just the way he did with me. I looked at him realizing that we weren't just horny, we were looking for real love-making. His eyes called to me and said "Don't leave me, don't turn away from me." I reached out my hand and we walked to my bedroom. From behind the closed door you could hear him say, "Oh Daniel I love your lips on my cock. Yeahhh--oh, oh, ohhhh." And after I took him in my mouth we went to my bed where we recovered from the first round by just lavishing touch upon parts of the male body that are wonderful in the hands of your lover. Fingers in each other's hair, on ears and noses, strong necks and clavicles. Love handles, thighs, knees and feet. The lower back. A drifting of fingers in the cleft of the ass cheeks. More of that. I wanted a lot more of that. Tommy obliged. Round Two had begun. But he wanted to taste my cock before he entered my buns with his tool. I got it. Oh, his mouth, it was so wonderful I curled like a withered leaf. I shriveled with pleasure as he slurped up the goodness of my 6 x 6 dick, rock hard for him. My cum was churning. "Tommy, fuck me. Now's the time to fuck. Please do me!" Easing away from my cock, he opened up my tight hole for his fucking tool. KY time. Fingers one, two, three. "OHHHHH, Tommy!!" And his hard cock, so stiff, so ready to give me the best fuck of my life pressed at my ass. Silent and powerful he made his opening into me and my rings of passion tried to keep him out even though I wanted him in. He pressed harder. "That's right man, FUCK ME!" A little withdrawal and then he bore into me like a drill press into soft pine. I screamed in pain, which within just seconds, turned into screams of "Oh so good, do me harder, man!" I could feel the size of Tommy's powerdick filling my guts. This, this was fucking. I felt so fuckin’ good and he was groaning with pleasure in a rhythm that was opposite my cries of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Thrust and buck, thrust and buck we were going to cum straight up tight and pop the cork! I heard him give me the lead line to prepare me for his load. "Daniel, I can't hold it--I'm, oh I'm going ta cum! NOW! NOW! NOWWWWWW!! I felt it! My dick popped its saved up load and I came with Tommy! "You fuck great!! Give me it all!!" The zing and tingle peaked in each of us and held us suspended in mid-air in that eternity of lovers who share their bodies. Sharing Tommy's body became something I do a great deal. I even get to borrow his hot purple jeans. Oh man, I do love you so much.

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27 Gay Erotic Stories from Billy Jay

A Durable Sex Life

A guy with a really hard slap-shot erection feels like his tool is bound with cinched-up thick leather straps and at the core of this bull-leather fuck tool he carries a totally awesome sensation like something is jammed down the center of his cock, an inflamed wire that spreads out with leads to both his balls, feeling like they're pulsing and radiating something that must happen,

A Major Fuck

Sir, Can I have a pull on your dick? Yes, but you must start out with the lightest touch you can. I like to feel it. I like to feel it good. Crunching down his boxers in a move devoid of strain, a move that was athletic and masterful, he exposed his organ and I almost took it in my mouth when I felt the shock that came from seeing his erection. He was a major and I was a

Andanda's Way

Pops, darts and twirls. Twinkling of half looks at one another. Longtime stretch of this partytime non-encounter is that he and I can't seem to get close enough to one another to satisfy the need to have each other in full view. What agony. I'm seeing enough that I have a drilled heat shimmering in my insides that is intensified by the absolute necessity to appear cool as I move in

Big Dick in Evenin' Time

Teddy was a pick-up artist, which was clear. And me, I stay clear of trickers--AIDS is big in my head and that's not my game, to die of AIDS. I'm always doing a self-test of what it is I think I'm doing when I head into a gay bar: I don't drink. I'll order a gin and tonic and nurse it with a big tip up front. Basically, I'm looking for a clean guy for some kind of relationship that

Different Strokes For Me And Franky

Wildwood was our target. The 'Coney Island' of South Jersey is what it is and is the only place to go when you want to hang out looking for excitement. Franky and I worked for Sears in Receiving and got each other hooked on the idea of taking our three days off on the 4th of July in Wildwood. It's a place for guys on the make and just about anybody who's lookin' for a good time.

Farmboy Foolin', Part 1

Sitting on the edge of his chair at the kitchen table, Ned's right leg was bouncing rapidly and as he leaned over the table his muscular arms encircled the bowl of Cheerios he was spooning into himself while he gazed blankly at the sports page. Baseball season was in its early days and he liked seeing photos of the players in their tight pants more than he liked the game.

Farmboy Foolin', Part 2

Whoever said it was OK for guys to be gay? Dumb question. But not for Ned. And Lord knows this dumb question must be around--it's rare for dumb questions to exist isolated in only one individual. That would be genius, wouldn't it? No this dumb, right-on question that was aching inside Ned was in Lester's gut, too. In Ned, whose unrealized vagrant sexuality was throwing the furniture

Farmboy Foolin', Part 3

Jim O'Brian stood behind his wife on their farmhouse porch with his arms wrapped warmly around her, rocking the two of them gently side to side. After 30 years of almost non-stop labor they saw in their family and abroad their hundreds of acres of well-tended farmland something that filled them with deep joy. The pleasure of this particular morning's snuggle on the porch was knocked

Farmboy Foolin', Part 4

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

Farmboy Foolin', Part 5

Les was certain as any virgin boy could be that he could tease and seduce Ned just by fitting himself into a perfect pair of cock-and-ass jeans. Seeing himself in them got him to feeling like a rooster and he let out one hell of a Rebel Yell to let the world know he was ready to let ride, oh yeah, Sally, oh yeah, RIDE! But it was that yell that jumped out of him that brought Ned

Farmboy Foolin', Part 6

Back when Ned was in the 10th grade at McFarland High, he tried doing something that gave him a lasting scare. He had seen the way Lonnie, the class queer, walked and Ned, who had just admitted to himself that he was gay, wanted to try walking like Lonnie to see what it was all about. He picked a place where nobody could see him and in a few minutes he had it down: he could walk as

Farmboy Foolin', Part 7

"Did ya swallow it?" Les looked up at Ned with a sly look, his mouth partly open. At each corner of his wide mouth were small streams of cum and you could see on his tongue a little lacey evidence of the creaming he had gotten from Ned. But he stuck his tongue way out the way a kid does and said, Yeth, I-think-I-god-eth-awe." Then, to drive his joke home he switched to a mock snob

Farmboy Foolin', Part 8

Ned's eyes popped open when he felt his dick getting hard again. He had been having a dream that he was a trapeze artist and that he was coupled with Les high in the circus tent having sex, and the excitement was derived from their swinging so high with a degree of pride that was above all fear of death. The high-flying dream of sexual prowess worked on his recumbent cock and, with

Farmboy Foolin', Part 9

Les left Ned's hot embrace and scampered to the bathroom to prep his ass so that Ned could do everything to him that comes with a good fucking--his first. Their first. Ned was left alone in a highly aroused condition. Even without an aching hard-on he hated being apart from Les. He picked up Lester's bib overalls from the floor and went through his buddy's pockets to find the condoms

Farmboy Foolin', Part10

Les's mother died when he was twelve. She died suddenly from a ruptured aneurysm just minutes after she saw Les off on the school bus that October day. Blue sky day, but it was horrible. The tragedy was compounded when Les's father, who had always been a little sharp with his kids, became ever more irritable and his children were not exempt from his angry outbursts which worsened each

Farmboy Foolin', Part11

Two naked lovers jostled one another intentionally in the hall as they made their way to the shower. Ned pushed and tickled Les and Les came back laughing with his own poking finger. They were making some headway towards the shower the way Daffy Duck of cartoon fame made headway--bouncing off walls. Les took up the goofy thing and turned the tables on Ned, pushing him up against the

Felling The Big Pine

The windows are open and a light cool breeze is blowing into my room where I'm stuck in a pile of books required for my Landscape Design 102 course. The finals are close and I have already shot half the weekend reviewing the course materials. It's Saturday night and I'm dull to the books, drifting into a dreamy thing that is a mix of this text which covers the varieties

Flyer Boyz Obligato

He's wearing dirty white jeans and a gray T-shirt. Bondage and masturbation indicated. He doesn't look the type--they never do. But fuck man, he's got the bod I like an' in this soaking rain we've gotta hustle to get a whole sack of damn flyers delivered to four blocks of houses. I'd dump them, but the bastard told us he'd drive around to see 'em before he paid us. We're keepin'

Fratboy High Rollers

"Gotta tell you somethin' you already know." "Yeah, what's that?" "You've been checkin' me out." "Yeah, you like that?" "Yeah--yes I do. But it drives me nuts not doin' somethin' about it. The other guys went up to Newgate and won't be back ‘til tomorrow. Like to see what I really look like?" "I'm game. But tell ya what--we both make an entrance to the room and come in on the

Gettin' Him Good

Soren and I had just about had done all we could in making a clearing near the pond for his family's upcoming reunion picnic. With mowers and saws and whackers we sweated up a hundred foot space for a half dozen picnic tables and a couple of bar-b-ques. "Kirk, take a drink of this." I was handed a bottle of Mountain Dew and knocked it half down before I got a jolt from Soren who

Hot Cock Rules!

Just a few minutes before Bram and I were standing shoulder to shoulder on the wooden porch drinking our beers, looking out at this strange town that sits alongside the Schuylkill River, which here, sixty miles north of Philly, is just a broad shallow creek good for skipping stones and fishing. It's late November we're only standing outside because the wood frame house I inherited

Just On The Rocks

Mac Had A Switch

Even the nastiest blue collar jobs have this in common with the executive positions of any kind, they all involve a great deal of time just standing around. There are exceptions to this, like the pot washer and the miner. But from what I've seen, even when you're geared to do a job there are just times when you can't do a thing because you have to think it through or because you're

My First Time Doing Phone Sex

I remembered that John told me one time that he did phone sex and because we had just begun living together it was just an item I tucked away, I guess, for today. He's taking a summer course in Toledo, Ohio, and I'm stuck here in Philly. I'm horny and it's phone sex time--9 PM. He'll be studying and now I'm gonna blow him away. Billy: Hi John what cha doing? Could I string you up

Stripping Down The Speedos

I'm Klick and my best friend got his nickname at the same time I got mine--he's Ridge. How? We were always taking out war movies and it's always the same story in the infantry: "Hey, how many more klicks do we have to go? Answer: About another three klicks across this ridge." Etc. So our friends named us Klick and Ridge. We were always hanging around one another. With four years

We Oughta Get Up

My cot was jammed next to Terry's in the Senior Counselors tent, so close that I could reach across to his cot. I had kicked off the blanket and top sheet in the night, so wearing just a white tee and white boxer briefs I was laying in a bed with everything in a tangle. The sweaty sheet that I was laying on had come loose and exposed the lumpy old mattress. Laying on my

Wranglers Workin' It On The Side

When you want a guy you want him. So I wasn't going to play games with Lee. Here was a guy who was tall and so lean that his dick was something that lay in his jeans like a fist. This cowboy wore his Wranglers like they were part of him and he was the sexiest bastard I ever saw except for myself. I had a picture of what I wanted to happen. Those work jeans, tight and torn and

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