Gay Erotic Stories

Heat Strokes “It sure is hot!” I said to no one in particular. It was about three o’clock on a July Saturday afternoon. Danny, Ernie and I were lying on our backs on the dry grass under a large elm tree that stood at the back end of my family’s garden. We often spent time there, usually climbing the tree, or hanging upside down from one of its limbs, but that day was just too damned hot for that. I had my back against the trunk of the tree and Danny and Ernie had their heads propped up against my legs, one on each side. Danny was pulling blades of grass from the ground and holding them to his lips, blowing across them to make a whistling sound. Ernie was watching a wasp circling and diving and circling again. The canopy of green leaves provided us with a small area of shelter from the hot sun that blazed down from the clear, blue sky, but there was no breeze and it must have been 100 degrees, even in the shade. “You’re fuckin’ right it’s hot,” said Danny. “Even my balls are sweating!” He reached his hands down to straighten his shorts and perhaps give a little air to his sweaty balls. Now, normally, the thought of Danny’s sweaty balls would have been enough to make me puke, but I must admit that mine were damp and sticky, too, from the heat, and at that moment I was as horny as a ten-peckered toad! That’s a saying we have around here, but you get my drift. Just thinking of Danny’s balls made my semi-hard cock start to go rigid. Ernie, who was lying with his head closest to the heat I was generating down there, couldn’t help but notice. A gentleman would have ignored it. “Hey! Buddy’s springing a boner!” he called and he reached up and grabbed my now hard cock right through my jeans and squeezed it. Ernie, as you can see, was no gentleman! “Fuck off!” I said as I twisted my body to shake his hand free, but Ernie held on and I must admit I enjoyed the feeling of his hand pressing into me there. I didn’t struggle too hard or too long. After all, he was the one touching me. Why not just enjoy it? Still, for the sake of appearances, I had to make a protest. “Shit, man,” I said. “It’s only the heat. It’s got me all horny.” “It’s Danny’s balls that got you horny,” Ernie said. “Feel him, Danny. Go on feel him. He’s got the hots for your balls and he’s as hard as a rock. Shit, feel his cock! It’s a big one!” Danny tentatively reached his hand over and pressed it into the front of my jeans. When I didn’t do anything to stop him, his hand replaced Ernie’s and he felt the length of my rock hard cock. “Geez, is it ever!” he exclaimed, leaning over to get a look at the bulge I was making in my jeans. As tight as they were, there was a definite tent forming there from the pressure within. “Can we see it, Buddy? Come on, show it to us!” Now, Danny, Ernie and I had been friends since grade school. Although we had often spent nights at each other’s houses, and even went camping overnight together with our fathers at the Nature Park in the foothills near our town; and even though we went skinny dipping a few times and danced around on the lakeshore in our birthday suits (as we called our naked bodies back then), and even though we were now increasingly horny as most teenagers tended to be; we had never even seen each other with hard cocks. In fact, I had only recently learned how to jerk off (all by myself, actually), but I got the idea from things the bigger kids often said to each other on the school bus or at the park, and although I wanted to share this knowledge with my friends, I was afraid they’d think I was queer. Being queer was the worst thing that a guy could be in a small rural town like ours. There were queers around, of course, but everyone teased them and some of the jocks even beat them up, even though they never did anything to anybody. Perhaps I was queer even then, but I certainly didn’t want to be, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to think I was, even my best friends, Danny and Ernie. “Fuck, Danny,” I said. “Are you some kind of queer?” The best defense is a good offense, they say. I accused him to prevent him from accusing me. It took me a moment to realize that Danny didn’t answer, nor did he let go of my cock. Danny and Ernie looked at each other, and then back at me. “Maybe,” said Danny, in a serious voice. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. But I get urges, you know, and go all hard like you are now. Ernie does, too, don’t you Ernie?” Ernie just nodded and looked away. “Buddy, don’t tell anyone, okay? But Ernie and I do things together, fun things, with our cocks. Do you ever do things with your cock when it’s hard? Can you shoot cream?” My two best friends! They had been jerking off and hadn’t included me! “You mean jerking off?” I asked tentatively. “Yeah, that’s what you call it,” Ernie said. By now both boys were pressing their hands on my cock and balls and I was getting hornier and hornier. “Wanna do it?” asked Danny. “We were kinda hoping that you would want to do it with us, maybe, sometime.” I gulped and then said, “Sure, but not here. Someone will see us.” The thought of getting caught made both boys look over their shoulders and quickly draw their hands away from my throbbing cock. I wanted those hands back on my meat again as quickly as I could get them there. “Let’s go into the shed,” I said. “No one will see us there.” We had this old shed by the fence that closed in the back end of our garden. It was there when we bought the house, when I was about five. Dad was going to clean it out and make a playhouse for me, but mom wanted it ‘cause she thought she’d take up gardening. Well, we had lots of bugs and dirt too, and she soon found that she didn’t really take to gardening after all. So the shed stood empty, not a playhouse, nor a garden shed: just an old shed with lots of junk in it. No one ever went there. Not until today. The shed had a padlock on the door but the key went missing and once my father had to smash it off to get at something inside. He just pushed the plate’s screws back into the wood so there wasn’t anything really holding the lock in place but gravity. It was easy to pull the plate off and open the door. The shed had windows along the south wall and a big table set under them that was for bedding plants at one time. Now the table was covered mostly with junk. The floor area behind and under the table was clear, and we pulled an old crate into it and sat down on it. My cock had gone semi-soft now, and everyone was feeling a little awkward. You probably know what it’s like: the heat of the moment has passed, and we wish we could take back what we’d said or undo what we’d done. But we couldn’t. Here we were, three friends, and we’d started something that we had to see through to the end. Still, it was hard to get started. Ernie was the first to make a move. He reached over and put his hand on my crotch. “It’s gone soft,” he said. “Can you make it hard again?” “I don’t know,” I said. “It kinda gets hard when it wants to, not when I want it to.” That was really the truth. It kept getting hard in all the wrong places: on the bus going to school, in the gym, in Mrs. Benchley’s class, even in church, for fuck’s sake! And I certainly wasn’t thinking sexy thoughts on purpose there! “Want me to try?” Ernie asked. “Sure, if you want to,” I said, already feeling that familiar tingling sensation as his hand pressed into me. Danny moved over to get a better look and he reached out his hand to undo the button on the top of my shorts. “Put your hand inside,” he suggested to Ernie. “It feels better when you touch skin.” Danny was rubbing his own crotch as he spoke, obviously feeling his own rising sensation. Ernie pulled my zipper down and pulled the two flaps of my shorts aside. There, making a big tent in my white cotton briefs, was my now rock hard cock. “Lean back,” Ernie commanded, and I leaned back. He was trying to pull my shorts down further so I lifted my bum off the crate and Danny reached over to help him. They pulled my shorts down to my knees, and then to my ankles, but they didn’t touch my underwear; they weren’t quite ready for that. Ernie put his hand back on my cock and started to squeeze it, gently at first, then more firmly. Danny reached under to feel my balls. “Holy fuck,” he said, “you got big balls, too. Feel his balls, Ernie. They’re big!” Ernie let go of my cock and felt my balls. Danny’s hand went back to his own crotch and then he pulled his own zipper down and reached inside. “I’m hard, too,” he admitted. “Me, too,” said Ernie who stood up and opened his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Danny did the same thing. There we were, all three of us, in our underwear, our shorts down to our ankles, with raging hard-ons and not sure of how far we should go. Again, Ernie was the first to make a move. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said. “Me, too,” said Danny, who now had his hand down his underwear and was feeling his own cock. “Okay,” I said and, as if on a count of three, all of us pulled our underwear down at the same time. Ernie pulled his t-shirt up above his belly button and his cock slapped against his stomach. He had a light cloud of dark curly hair around the root of his cock and on his balls. Danny had more hair and it seemed to spread right down the inside of his legs. I never noticed he had hair on his legs before, but I did now. I had hair as well, but because I was blond, it didn’t seem to be as noticeable. There was one thing we all noticed, however, and that was the size of my cock compared to theirs: mine was a good seven or eight inches. Danny and Ernie both had at least five inches, maybe six, but no more. My cock was fatter. And my balls were bigger. “Shit, look at the size of it!” Danny exclaimed. “Can we touch it?” asked Danny, and before I could answer, he drew his hand out of his own underwear and began to rub the underside of my rock hard cock. The foreskin, which usually covered the head, was pulled back tight and pearly drops of clear precum oozed out the little slit at the end. Ernie, ever the more adventurous one, scooped up a bit of it with his finger and held it to his nose. Then he put it in his mouth. “Salty,” he said, “but good.” He motioned to Danny. “Try it.” Danny reached over and scooped up the next drop that appeared and, after smelling it, put it in his mouth. “Nice,” he said. Ernie wrapped his hand around my long, hard cock and began to slide the skin back. More of the head appeared until finally the tight foreskin slipped back and the entire head, swollen and purple, and glistening with moisture, appeared. I moaned and arched my back, driving my cock up into Ernie’s hand as if trying to shove it right through. Ernie got the point and began to slide the skin up and down the length of my cock, up and down, and squeezing just a little bit more as he did so. “Unnnggghhh,” I moaned. “Fuck, that feels sooooo gooood!” “Let me do it,” Danny said and Ernie let him take over, more so he could whip out his own throbbing piece of meat than to be polite. Soon he was jerking himself as Danny jerked me. I was able to reach over and feel Danny’s cock and balls, and he moved in closer so I could get a better grip. Once I had his cock in my hand, I started matching him stroke for stroke as he beat my meat and I beat his. Ernie was so caught up in his own solo session at first that he didn’t notice we were doing each other. Soon, however, he moved over and got close enough so I could grab his cock and he took Danny’s. By now, we were really sweating, and our moans were getting louder. Danny’s body was twitching as his excitement mounted and he was the first to blow. His load shot right out the end and landed on my chest and stomach but Ernie didn’t stop. He kept jerking and the cum kept coming until finally Danny pulled back and his cock slipped out of Ernie’s hand. Ernie was the next to cum. I had been jerking him as fast as I could, willing him to cum before I did myself, and with a great shudder and a moan, he did, his boy juice hitting me on the side and across his own hand. Ernie’s body jerked wildly and his cum flew everywhere. It was a joy to watch and to realize the extreme pleasure he was feeling at that blessed moment of release, for I was not far behind him. Danny was jerking me too slow, however, so I wrapped my hand around his and forced him to pick up the speed. It was another minute at least before I felt the pressure rising up from my balls and my creamy white fountain of youth exploded up into the air and down onto Danny’s chest. I was convulsing now, thrusting my hips into his hand and squeezing his hand so that he had to squeeze my cock harder and harder still. Finally, my fountain went dry, and I slowed, and we all stopped and sagged back together. “Holy shit,” Ernie said, when he had caught his breath. “Fuck,” Danny added. “Geez,” I gasped. “That was better’n doing it by myself!” And we lay there, on the shed floor, and we scooped up each other’s cum on our fingers and put them in our mouths, and our bodies were covered with sweat, and we were happy, three boys together, in the heat of a hot July day. And we didn’t care if we were queer or not. We were on to a good thing, and we had every intention of doing it again. But, that’s another story.