Gay Erotic Stories

I was exhausted when I got home from school that day. A circle jerk yesterday, and a locker room suck and fuck fest today! Was it only a week ago I learned how to jerk off? God, but it is great to be young, and vigorous! Not that Mr. Miller and Mr. Anderson weren’t vigorous, despite their advanced ages; I knew Mr. Anderson was thirty, he’d told us that in class once, and Mr. Miller was about the same. Didn’t Mr. Miller tell us that he and Mr. Anderson had been at school together? I’ll bet they used to do stuff like we were doing together all the time! I got some milk and cookies and sat at the kitchen table, eating silently, lost in my own thoughts. Mom noticed that I was kind of quiet, and felt my forehead again. Still no fever, so she was relieved, but gave me a worried look as I put my milk glass in the sink and went to my room. I laid down on my bed, put my hands down my pants, and thought about everything that had been happening to me lately. Wasn’t it wonderful? Yes, but why did it seem that there was something missing? I wasn’t sick, as mom thought. I was just confused. I rolled over and ground my pelvis into the bed covers, but I didn’t get hard, and I didn’t jerk off. I just lay there, wondering. About a half hour later, my older brother, Frank, arrived home and I heard mom talking to him downstairs in the kitchen. She must have asked him to try to find out what was bothering me, because he came into my room and closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on my shoulder. “So, sport,” he said, “what’s up? Anything I can tell Mom?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said, but he knew I was lying. “Come on, guy,” he persisted. “We ain’t got no secrets now, do we? You been messin’ with Carl again? Something go wrong? Something you didn’t like? Tell me about it.” My face must have reddened, because he latched onto that thought and pursued it. “So, what did you do? Jerk, suck, or fuck?” he said laughingly. “You can tell me. I’ve done all that myself, you know!” I looked at him and he smiled, a knowing smile. I decided to tell him what had been going on. “Sort of all three,” I said hesitantly. When his face lightened up at the thought of it, I rushed on, and told him everything. I told him about the punishment exercises in the gym, and about Big Mitch, Billy, and Henry. I told him how Mr. Miller kept yelling at us that we had to take showers, and so we did, but we got turned on by all our naked bodies, and then we were caught by Mr. Miller and Mr. Anderson during our circle jerk in the locker room, and how they fixed it so they could get together with us this afternoon for the very first real big-time orgy of my life. “Holy shit, man,” Frank said, “you guys were set up! Coach Miller set you up good. He’s always looking for sport with the guys. Big Mitch, Billy and Henry? He’s been after their bodies for about two years now. I know. They’re in my class, and I’ve seen him looking at them, especially Big Mitch. Mitch wears real tight shorts in gym, so you can see his package. He used to grope himself in class, and everyone would laugh, even Coach Miller, but while the others were watching his face to see his reaction, I was watching his crotch. I saw him swelling there, every time he was near Mitch. I saw him smelling him too - you know, leaning close and taking a big whiff. Mitch even smells sexy, all the guys in class know it, even the straight ones. Mitch turns us all on, and he knows it. But I didn’t ever hear that he did stuff. His two best buds were always Billy and Henry, but I never saw them do nothin’. They musta been jerking off together all this time! And they didn’t invite me!” Frank added that last part with a big grin on his face. “And Mr. Anderson? Well, that doesn’t really surprise me either, though, I never noticed him looking at guys in class when I was in his room. He and Miller hang out together. I’ve seen them downtown. They must have cooked this whole scheme up between them. Anderson must have suspected what you guys were doing that day you played hooky. He knew how horny Carl was getting, and he knew Carl’s older brother, so he figured Carl was doing stuff. He probably had the hots for him. Maybe that’s why he made Carl repeat the grade! “Miller was after Big Mitch, and Anderson must have thought they could get you guys in on the act too. It was his idea, you said, to send you to Miller for your punishment? Mitch and the others were already going. You and Carl and Ernie just happened to get into trouble at the same time. That’s why you got roped in.” We sat there, silent for a little while, while I absorbed all that Frank had said. Finally, I spoke. “There’s something missing,” I said. “What do you mean? You don’t like jerking off?” Frank asked. “Oh yes,” I said, quickly. “I love jerking off, and sucking, and fucking. But there is something else. Something missing. A feeling. I don’t really know what it is.” Frank lay there for a few minutes. Then he sat up and looked at me. “So you’re not really satisfied with this kind of stuff, eh? What you need is a real fuck!” he said. “Jesus, Frank, I just came from a fuckfest! What makes you think I need a fuck now?” “Not that kind,” said Frank. “You need a girl! You need to see which you like best, cock or cunt!” “Fuck, Frank, I ain’t never thought of girls like that,” I said. Actually, that wasn’t really true. I just didn’t know enough about sex, with boys or with girls, to have fantasies of any kind before last week. I was learning so fast, I was confused. Throwing girls into the picture might just make things even worse. But Frank was not to be set aside, once he thought of it. He opened the door and went out. He returned moments later with his locked box. Shutting the door behind him, he walked over to the bed and put the box down beside me. He fished into his jeans pocket for the key and with a grand flourish, threw the lid back. Inside were his magazines and condoms and other stuff. He rooted down to the bottom and came up with the magazine we had been looking at that first day - the one with the girl and the two guys. Then he had been showing me what guys do. Now he wanted to focus on the girl. “See her tits?” he said. “Straight guys really go for big tits, the bigger the better. Look at these!” He turned the page and there was this girl with a massive set of knockers. I thought they were gross. I liked the picture of the younger girl with the small tits better. Was it because she looked more like a boy? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t like those big tits. Frank turned another page. There were the two guys and the girl, the picture we looked at the other day. “There’s her cunt,” he said, pointing at the picture. I looked at it, but didn’t find it at all interesting. Certainly, it didn’t stir me up the way looking at cocks did. “No hard-on?” he asked. “These pictures not doing anything for you?” I looked up from the magazine. “Nothin’,” I said. “Pictures are no good anyway,” Frank said, tossing the magazine back into the box and locking it again. “Not like the real thing. When I smelled my first cunt, I thought I’d go berserk!” “You smelled a cunt?” I asked. “You had sex with a girl?” “Not sex, like fuckin’, not the first time,” Frank answered. “She wouldn’t let me fuck her. I didn’t have a condom with me then, you see. It was my first time. But she let me lick her pussy, and finger fuck her. That’s when I smelled cunt juice for the first time. And she gave me a blowjob, too, my first from a girl.” “And which do you like best?” I asked. “None of your business,” he said. “This isn’t about what I like, but about what you like. Now, I gotta find you a girl, one that’ll let you go all the way, the first time. It won’t be hard. There’s lots of them just beggin’ for it. I bet I’ll have a girl for each of us tomorrow.” “Boys, supper’s ready,” Mom called. Frank returned the box to his room and then we went to the bathroom to wash before we headed down to supper. If I was confused before, I was even more so now. If I was worried about tomorrow yesterday, I was terrified of tomorrow today! As you might expect, tomorrow came as always, and the day was relatively uneventful. I had really forgotten all about Frank’s quest by mid morning. Mr. Anderson informed Carl, Ernie and me that Mr. Miller wasn’t going to be available to give us our ‘punishment’ after school because he was called away to a Phys. Ed. conference. We were excused for the day. Carl, likewise, wasn’t available for anything after school because he had to go somewhere with his father. Ernie hinted that he was willing and available to do something after school, but despite his marvelous cock, I didn’t like him much. I needed to be in a real horny mood to have sex with Ernie, and today I wasn’t. I headed for home instead. I didn’t get far, though, when a car pulled up beside me on the side of the street. “Hop in,” a familiar voice called. I looked into the car and there was Frank. He was in the front seat with a dizzy blond girl from his class and the girl was driving. He had his hand on her knee, and she was giggling. He stuck it up her skirt and she squirmed, but didn’t try to make him stop. Frank pointed his thumb to the back seat and I looked there. In the back seat was another girl. Frank’s offer to find one for me was coming true, I realized. I climbed in beside her, and the car sped away from the sidewalk. “So, your brother tells me that you are a virgin,” the girl says right out. No small talk. She got right to the point. “He says you’re not sure whether you like boys or girls. Is that right?” I glared at Frank, and he just laughed. “Don’t you worry none,” the girl said, putting her hand on my thigh and sliding it up slowly towards my crotch. “When I get through with you, I just know you’re going to pick girls.” She took my hand and placed it on her thigh. “Go on,” she said. “Explore a little. Feel me up. I think you’re gonna like what you find.” By now, she had her hand on my crotch, and I was already getting hard. The car sped out of town and headed for the wooded area near Fox Creek, where Frank and I used to go swimming sometimes. I reached my hand up under her skirt, and she parted her legs and hunched her hips forward. “That’s it, sport,” she said. “See what you can find up there. Bet you’ll never see anything like I got for you!” She was tugging on my zipper now. I reached over and undid the button on my jeans and the zipper slid right down. My hard cock was standing up against my stomach, a large wet spot appearing on my white briefs. She reached in and took my cock in her hand and squeezed. I groaned. “Do me, boy,” she whispered. “You gotta get me in the mood, too.” I reached right up her skirt and found that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her cunt was there, and my finger slipped right in without even thinking about what I was doing. With my other fingers, I could feel her course hair, thick and curly, all around the opening, and I could feel the heat from her body. My finger was wet with her juices. I began to massage her slit, and she began to moan. “Oooh, Frankie,” she cooed to my brother in the front seat. “You said he was a virgin! Where did he learn to do that?” I hadn’t learned, actually. It was beginner’s luck! The car came to a stop and I looked out the window. Trees surrounded us. We were at the edge of Fox Creek, in a lonely sort of place, but there were tire marks, so people obviously came here to be alone. There was no one else here now, thank heavens. Frank leaned over the seat and looked at us. “Shirley, meet my little brother,” he said. “He needs a fuck in the worst way!” Shirley had my cock in her hand and was pulling the foreskin back to expose the moist head. “Oooh, Frankie, he ain’t no little brother,” she said. “He’s as big as you are where it counts!” Frankie laughed and turned back to his own partner. Shirley turned all of her attention on me. She tugged at my jeans, and I knew she wanted me to lift up so I did. She pulled my pants down to my knees, then to my ankles. I spread my knees as far apart as I could. Now with two hands and a clear path, she really started to work my cock and balls. My hard cock stood up tall and straight. It loved the attention. “Remember,” she said. “You got to do me too, otherwise, I’ll lose the mood. Now you wouldn’t want that, would you?” I made very sure she didn’t lose the mood. I had two hands up her skirt now, and placed my mouth on her hard breast, sucking at her nipples right through her blouse. “My, but you are an eager little virgin,” she said, pushing me away from her. “Undo my blouse before you ruin it.” I left her cunt and started to undo her buttons. Her breasts were large, but not like the ones in the pictures. Not gross. Actually, kinda nice. I undid the front snap on her bra and released its prisoners. She arched her back and thrust them forward. I buried my face in them, and then started to lick and suck at the nipples. She grabbed one of my hands and brought it back to its former resting place. I began to rub her there and without knowing what I was doing, I must have found her clitoris because she began to moan and hump her hips up at me. She also began to work my cock faster and harder. “Now,” she panted, breathlessly. “Do me now. Where’s your rubber?” A rubber? A condom? I didn’t have one. Shit! But again, Frank came to my rescue. He passed one over the back of the seat. Shirley grabbed it and opened the wrapper. She reached down and rolled it onto my throbbing cock. “There’s a good soldier,” she said, giving my hard cock a kiss. “Now, do your duty, man. Fuck me!” I rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. I fumbled a bit, trying to fit my cock into her cunt. She reached down and guided me in. What a glorious feeling as it slipped in, right up to the hair on my stomach. I wanted to cry out in ecstasy, but held it in. I began to rock my hips, and thrust up and down, plunging into her hot cunt as far as I could go, then withdrawing again only to plunge back to the waiting depths. A couple of times I came right out altogether, but Shirley soon had me back in. She squeezed her muscles and the wonderful feeling mounted. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. We were both panting by now, and she had her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me to her, her head over my shoulder, her hot breath whistling past my ear. “Fuck me, virgin boy,” she said, “fuck me hard!” I tried to pick up the speed, but I was going all out already. And then I knew the climax was coming. I could feel the cum gathering, ready for that mad eruption that I had come to love so much. “I’m going to cum,” I said. “Do it,” she said, “do it! I’m ready. Blow your load!” And I did. I came and came and came. I didn’t stop my in and out motion, but I grunted and groaned, and groaned again. Finally, however, the fountain subsided. Spent, I fell onto her hot body. She hugged me to her and sighed. “How does that compare to doin’ it with a boy?” she asked. At that point, I couldn’t even think of boys. This girl and her tits and her hot cunt were all that mattered in the world. I was there, lying on top of her, my cock softening inside her, her arms wrapped around me. Our bodies meshed together as one. Our spirits joined forever. This is what sex is supposed to be! This is what was missing with Carl and the others. I was in love! But Shirley wasn’t. As soon as she recovered from her own orgasms, she rolled me off her, my soft cock in its plastic coat slipping out of her cunt, looking silly and feeling even more so. “You guys finished in the front?” she said as she shoved her breasts together and snapped her bra in place. She began buttoning her blouse. “Get off me, boy,” she said. “You’re wrinkling my skirt. Frankie? You done? Where’s that $20 you promised me?” I sat up and pulled the sodden condom off. I threw it out the window and reached into my pocket for a tissue to clean myself with. With Carl, there was never anything left to clean up. He licked me so clean I never ever had to wipe anything with a tissue. I pulled my jeans up and buttoned them. I tucked my shirt in and sat back against the seat. Now that she had done what she agreed to do for Frank, she wasn’t interested in me anymore, and I sat there, totally disgusted. Carl would never have done this to me, I thought. Even Ernie wouldn’t even have done this to me! Frank lifted himself off his girl, and looked over the top of the seat. He passed Shirley a $20, and I was sure he had another one for the dizzy blond he had fucked in the front seat. “So, little brother. How was it?” he asked, as he straightened his own clothes. “On a scale of from 1 to 10, the fuck was a 7,” I answered. “Not bad for the first one,” Frank said. “But the partner was a 2!” I continued. Frank laughed, but Shirley didn’t. She didn’t care, really. She was only in it for the money, and I was less than a piece of dirt to her. We all drove back to town in silence. So much for boy-girl sex, I thought. It was a hot act that left me cold.