Gay Erotic Stories

This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and "My Uncle's Bachelor Party," parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike's old college roommate and lover, is introduced.

At 6 pm in the long summer afternoon the wedding party assembled at Alice’s family’s home, where the wedding would take place the next day. Alice’s father was a very successful commercial real estate agent, and he had built a faux French provincial showplace on a large lot with extensive lawns and gardens in the back, surrounded by imposing hedges and handsome brick walls. Carpenters had built a dance floor over the pool, and the gardeners had outdone themselves, though the florists would in effect gild the lily tomorrow with mounds of cut flowers.

Alice, Mike and I arrived just in time, and for the first time I got to meet Alice’s family, though with only the most perfunctory introductions all round. Her parents were conventionally agreeable, handsome, rather sporty-looking people. But it was Alice’s sister who preempted all my attention, from the first moment I saw her across the lawn.

Anne was, in effect, a younger, slightly shorter version of the beautiful Alice herself. She was 17, but a ripe 17, and very womanly, but with the almost the same golden hair, simply cut, the exact same light clear blue eyes, and the same California tan, and the same confident air so characteristic of Alice: but married, somehow, with a pert insouciance that I’d never associated with Alice, who, though warm and welcoming, I would never have considered to be frivolous in the slightest. Wearing short white shorts to display her beautiful, athletic legs, and a little pink sleeveless top, Anne was stunningly gorgeous. With a wide, bright smile, she shook my hand and said, “Oh, Mikey! It’s such a pleasure to meet you at last! Alice has been talking about you for years!” I don’t know why I hadn’t known that Alice’s sister was…well…impossibly gorgeous. But before we could exchange more than a word or two more, the proceedings got underway. Alice’s uncle, a county judge, would preside, but it was a wedding planner who directed the rehearsal. Actually, it was pretty straightforward, though the chairs would not be set up until tomorrow and the aisle-to-be was indicated by yellow nylon ropes laid on the grass. My duties as best man were simple as they were deeply satisfying, to stand by my inexpressibly wonderful uncle, and later to escort down the aisle the maid of honor, who was, quite splendidly, Anne herself.

As we marched down the “aisle” with Anne’s hand lightly on my arm, I could not help from turning and grinning at her, despite the need for a measure of solemnity. But once we had made it to the row of tree roses that marked the end of the aisle, I clasped my big paw over her little hand, and rubbed it slightly, and she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye that unmistakably telegraphed a real interest in me.

My own parents’ plane had been delayed, and Mike and Alice were busy with some of her relatives, so there was no reason why Anne and I couldn’t take some time to get more acquainted, and we grabbed a couple of drinks from a passing waiter and took a small table on the patio, rather away from the main crowd.

“Gosh, Mikey, it’s kinda spooky how much you look like your uncle,” she said, adding with a grin, “I’ve always thought he was just about the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen.” What could I say except to tell her I couldn’t believe how much she reminded me of her sister, “who just knocked me out first time we met. What a total e-class hottie she is!” “You’ve come to know her pretty well, haven’t you?” she grinned. I had absolutely no idea what her sister had been telling her, and I was frankly at a loss for what to say. Of course I couldn’t tell her what I really thought, that I loved every single inch of Alice, every millimeter, every hair, every eyelash, I was totally enslaved by her, and that what I wanted more than anything else I could think of was for her to fellate me like she deep throats my uncle, and what I wouldn’t give to fuck her, slow and hard, while I kissed her slow and easy: things that I could only dream of, but things I did dream of. I couldn’t tell her of the paradise I had been in, just yesterday, when I bathed her beautiful round butt with my tongue, and sucked my uncle’s cum, mingled with her fragrant quim, from her precious cunny.

So all I said, equivocally, was, “Yes, I’ve come to admire her above all women. She’s just amazing.” Laying her hand on my forearm and lightly running the tips of her fingers through the thick golden hair there, Anne said, with a smile that I thought looked mischievous, “She says you’ve got a lot of surprising talents for someone so young.” I wasn’t sure whether Anne was being wicked (probably, I thought), though possibly just a little flirtatious, and again I was totally uncertain how to respond, so I just smiled shyly at her and took a sip of my champagne, but in my pants my cock was suddenly pushing against my shorts, and it didn’t help any at all that that’s when Anne decided to move her hand from my forearm down to my thigh. We were more or less out of view of the others, but the little table had a glass top, and looking down, Anne could see that my shorts were now seriously tented out. She grinned quite widely, and even under my tan, I felt myself flush.

“Mike, you like to run, don’t you? I’m on my school’s cross-country team and tennis team, and I like to get out and have an early morning run when I can. How about joining me tomorrow?”

I said I’d really love to, and she said she’d meet me at the front gate of the house at 6.15 tomorrow morning. We exchanged cell phone numbers and she said that, unfortunately, she had a date and would have to leave in a few minutes, and then suddenly she got up and waved at a blond guy loping gracefully across the lawn in our direction.

“Ren, Honey, Ren!” she hollered, and I thought he must be her date. He was quite astonishingly good looking: about 5’9”, trim, but his muscular frame showed beneath his little white polo shirt and tennis shorts. And when he got closer, I was amazed at how much he resembled Anne and Alice in his coloring, for, though he was more deeply tanned, he had the same striking light blue eyes and fine, cascading over his forehead the same pale yellow hair; and when he smiled his lean face showed the same dimples that so distinguished Alice and Anne. As he approached, Anne sprang up and the guy swung her into his arms, and gave her a very enthusiastic kiss right on the mouth, and then she burst out in a laugh as he ran his hands up her ribs. “Oh, Rennie, it’s so great to see you!”

But Ren wasn’t Anne’s date: he was her brother, just arriving home from Princeton, where he had been finishing his second year. He’d spent the last couple of weeks with a fraternity brother at his home in Greenwich, Connecticut, practicing tennis and generally partying. He had arrived late, too late to participate in the rehearsal: He was one of the groomsmen.

“Oh, Annie, it’s great to be home. Sorry about missing the rehearsal, though. How’s everything going?”

“Just great, Rennie, just great. Hey, this good-looking brute is Mike Cavendish, Mike’s nephew and his best man. We’ve just met. Mikey, this is my brother Renwick. He’s 20, and he’s studying math at Princeton, when he isn’t busy playing tennis. He’s on the varsity team.”

“Hi, Mike, great to meet you. Yeah, of course, you’re “Mikey.” Tell the truth I’ve been away back East a couple of years and I haven’t seen that much of Alice and Mike, but I do remember Mike always talks about his nephew. You’re him, of course! I finally get to meet you, guy!” So you’re the best man, eh? So you could show the ropes, tell me what I missed at the rehearsal.”

“Great to meet you, guy,” I said. “Sure, nothing to it really. Anytime you like.”

“Aw, Rennie,” Anne said, making a moue, I have a date tonight and I really have to leave. Will you take care of Mikey here?” She kissed Renwick again, and sort of air-kissed my cheek, and she was off. “See you tomorrow morning, Mikey,” she said over her shoulder as she left.

“Hey,” Ren said, “I’m ravening. Do they have any food around here?” It reminded me that my stomach was growling too. Mike said, “Hey, man, let’s get some grub and sit down.”

We went over to the buffet and laded our plates and came back to the same little out-of-the way table. “So, man, tell me a little about yourself,” he said, taking a big bite out of the sandwich he’d made with the rare roast beef and slices of brioche. “Where do you go to school? Do you play tennis?”

I explained that I lived in New Hope, Pennsylvania, and was was still at Central Bucks High, and he said, “Hey, that’s only about 20 miles from Princeton, isn’t it?” I said, yeah, and that my sports were baseball, basketball, and football.

It’s funny how well we hit it off right from the get-go. I liked him enormously from the moment we met, and it was clear that he liked me. You know how it is: Direct eye contact, and gradually we shifted until we were closer and closer together, even as our conversation came to be warmer and quieter and more intimate. In thirty-five minutes we covered a lot of territory, and by then he’d had two drinks, and he was loosening up, and whatever inhibitions he had were dropping away. Soon he had his arm around my shoulders and his right leg was nestled alongside my left one, and he was, quietly, telling me some story about a fraternity brother and him sharing a girlfriend during the whole last semester. Really sharing. It was a pretty hot story, and, yeah, again my cock was poking up my shorts. He reached down to “adjust” his crotch, quite visibly, and I had to do the same. “Man, that’s a hot story,” I said. “Yeah,” he said, now with his hand actually down the front of his shorts, “it was a hot time.”

He looked at me right in the eyes and said, “Hey, my bags are still in the front hall. Wanna help me carry ‘em upstairs?”

I followed him to the house, abandoned except for the kitchen help, and grabbed his duffle as he grabbed his overloaded backpack, and I followed him upstairs to his room. Really it was a suite, with a large bedroom, well-lit by a wall of windows overlooking the back gardens, a dressing room and large walk-in closet, and a bath with every luxury. Renwick dropped his duffle in the middle of the floor and flopped down on the king-sized bed. He beckoned me with just a pat of his hand on the bed beside me, and that’s all it took: In one second I was lying beside him, and then suddenly he had rolled over to me, and then actually suspended himself over me, and begin kissing me. And I was kissing him back. It was amazingly sweet.

His kisses were urgent, demanding. And his hands were all over me. He pushed up my shirt, exposing my belly and chest, and so I just pulled it the rest of the way over my head, and suddenly Ren had both his hands on my chest, riffling the fine golden hair there, and kissing the space between his hands, and then, shifting his hands to my right pec, he attacked with kisses and licks my right nipple. I just fuckin’ couldn’t stand it, and I called out, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, man! That’s enough right there!” But by then anyway Ren had begun working his way down my stomach, laying down a track of kisses right down my hairy belly, and he rather roughly and urgently jerked my shorts and under shorts off, right over my Nikes, almost in one motion. I kicked the shoes off and I was absolutely naked. Ren was kneeling between my legs and he had both hands on the shaft of my rigid cock, and he had the cockhead buried in his mouth, and was working his tongue all over it. I had never experienced anything like this, this urgency, this necessity, this greed. So different from the deliberate, the slow and easy, the carefully paced that I was used to, but for me it was a huge rush! I felt partly like I was the biggest prize at a carnival booth – and partly like the victim of rape. But I was loving it, as Ren’s head bobbed up and down in my crotch, and in no time I was right on the verge of coming.

Though it seemed to require superhuman effort (at that point!), I seized Ren first by the ears – getting his attention, that’s for sure! – and then grabbed him by the arms and flipped him over my leg and onto his back, and rolled over and pinned him. It was easy: I outweighed him by over 30 pounds. “Hey, man, what’s…” was all he got out before I clapped my hand over his beautiful mouth.

“Man, from now on, I’m running this fuck, so you just relax,” I said. I still had Ren’s wrists immobilized and I was straddling his waist. I said, “Cool it, man, cool it,” and I slowly eased my hands off his wrists, and Ren was calm. I systematically pulled off his Pumas and sox, unbuckled his shorts and pulled them and his briefs down over his muscular legs, and, finally, pulled his polo shirt over his head, Ren cooperatively holding his arms up over his head, and at last he was as nude as I was, and, for the first time I got to see his remarkably beautiful body. It was very compact and muscular, highly economical. Though he was only 5’9” he had notably broad shoulders and comparatively big guns; but it was his legs that disclosed the secret of his success on the court: they were perfectly developed, and seeing them, somehow I was reminded of Alice’s long leg muscles. Ren’s thighs seemed even larger than they really were in comparison to his slim hips.

Ren’s forearms were thickly covered with golden hair, bleached almost white by the sun; and likewise his calves; but his trunk was mostly smooth: only a half-inch wide stripe of thick golden hair led from his navel down to his pubic patch, which itself was dark blond and well controlled. I supposed that he trimmed it, for he was remarkably well groomed.

He wasn’t six-packed; he was eight-packed: his belly being a study in perfect, economic development, and his cock, though not huge – it was probably not seven inches – was as if carved from ivory, ridged with veins, and with a quite remarkable cockhead, flaring notably beyond the diameter of the beautiful shaft. His balls were big and heavy, and scattered with golden hair. The space between his balls and his anus – the perineum – was covered with dark but remarkably shiny hair, quite different in quality from the nearby thick golden hair of his thighs.

I grabbed Ren’s cock, which cleaved to his belly. “You got any slick’em, man?” I asked, and Renwick gestured to the bedside table. I reached over there, my cock incidentally doing a little dance with Ren’s as I stretched across his body, and quickly found the bottle. Pouring a generous amount into my hand, I clapped my hand over Rennie’s cock and slowly, lightly stroked him. He was remarkably responsive! At almost my first full stroke, he cried “Oh, Mikey, Mikey! That’s so fuckin’ great, man!” and “Awwwh, yeah, Mike. Do it!” I added a few spiraling moves, twists, to my action, and Ren was ecstatic. “God, that’s great, Mike!” and “Ooooh, god, yes!”

I slowed my pace a little, but grasped the shaft just a little tighter, and as I moved my fist up his cock, first one, then the next, then the next finger slowly rode over the highly defined ridge of his cockhead, and as each separate highly-lubed finger slid from the penile shaft over the rim of his glans to the broad smoothness of his cockhead, I made sure that the contact was slow, firm, and secure. From his extremely strong reaction I wondered if he’d never had a really, truly good hand job before, or whether, perhaps, he was just one of the most sexually responsive individuals I’d encountered to date. As it turned out, it was the latter. He opened his beautiful eyes, so reminiscent of Alice’s, fringed with long beautiful golden lashes, and looked me right in the eyes, and said, “Mikey, fuck me, man, fuck me.”

As for me, I was extremely glad to oblige, for my cock was felt like it was just about to explode: and besides, in the last hour I had developed an overwhelming fondness for this beautiful boy, soon to be my kinsman.

I slathered my cock with plenty of lube and, kneeling between Rennie’s legs, which he drew up so that his knees were flexed and his feet were several inches off the counterpane of the bed, so that his rear was perfectly accessible, I pressed my cockhead against his rosebud, the wrinkly texture teasing the very tip in a most pleasing way. A little more pressure, and the well-slicked member slid right in the first inch.

Rennie grimaced. “Mmphh,” he moaned quietly, and then I felt his sphincter spasming around my firm, fat cockhead, and then suddenly relaxing; and with continuing pressure I introduced my cock another inch, and Rennie, his beautiful blue eyes locked with mine, smiled very broadly. “Do it,” he said, and I sank my phallus down to its root in one slow, steady plunge. And then, most intimately connected, I used my practiced muscles to twitch my phallus, and leaned down, supporting my torso with my arms, to meet his lips with mine, and my tongue invaded his mouth, so that I was doubly impaling this remarkably handsome guy. I felt frankly lordly, like some sort of highly privileged aristocrat, to be fucking a guy like Rennie.

But after a long moment, I broke the kiss, and shifting my body weight somewhat backward, begin long slow stroking, on the outstroke almost severing our fleshly connection, but then on the reciprocal, regaining every centimeter of our union: again and again and again, to Rennie’s moans of pleasure.

Soon I knew I could take only a little bit more, so I shifted once again, so that I was more or less erect on my knees, though my phallus was still buried to the hilt within the body of my beautiful new friend. After re-lubing my hand, I grasped Ren’s cock again, as tightly as before, and resumed my slow, powerful stroking, immediately eliciting from Ren louder cries of pleasure. Once I had established a slow rhythm, I resumed my pistoning of his rear, and after a few more moments of the most exquisite pleasure, building in intensity with every stroke, until my body stiffened and jerked and, with the profoundest sigh, I came deep within Rennie. Immediately, within less than a second, Rennie shuddered and called out “Mike, Mike, Mike!!!” I felt a great twitch of his phallus and he sent a jet of cum across his belly and chest and even onto his beautiful square chin.