Gay Erotic Stories

In the spring of 79, right before graduation we had just turned 18. It was a cool Thursday evening. He and I were going away with his parents on a trip to Tennessee. The night before we were to leave, everyone turned in early except for us. We were doing the usual, playing records, talking and looking over the porn magazines that we always found bundled with string and thrown over the hillside in the woods. Everyone in the house was asleep. We were reading porn by flashlight.

That night he decided he wanted to tell me something. He was nervous. Instead of telling me he decided to show me. He reached under the dresser drawer where he kept our found mags. He pulled out a couple of magazines with men on them "Honcho" was printed across the top. Inside were pictures of older, hairy chested men with big cocks. Many of them were daddy types... hung and uncut.

He told me he was gay. We discussed it for a while and then we sat and looked through the mags. Eventually he got up his nerve.There is something else. I want to suck your cock. It will be just between you and me. I won't ever tell anyone.

The more he talked the more nervous I got. The more nervous I got, the harder my cock. It was throbbing in my tight white underwear and gym shorts. I got up to go to the bathroom. As I started to open the door , he said "Don't jerk off while you are in there."

As I crossed into his brothers dark room and into the bathroom, my cock was hard and throbbing. I was so hard I had to sit down to pee. That was not easy. I thought my cock was going to explode. I knew I wanted him to do it!

When I returned to his room he had pushed my cot up against his bed. We laid in the dark for a few minutes, You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Finally he said, well, can I ?... Can you what? I said. You know what I mean , he said. I promise I won't tell. I said, OK, but If I say stop you have to stop.

I had already taken off my underwear, so the only thing between my cock and his mouth was the red pair of gym shorts. I felt his hand reach over to the cot and under the sheet. Then I felt his hand run down my leg. I told him to go higher. His hand went lower to my thigh. I grabbed his hand, pulled out my cock and guided his hand the right direction. When her grabbed my cock I thought I would shoot in his hand. Then he got under the sheet and opened his mouth around my stiff meat.

As he started to stroke my cock with his deep wet throat, I felt him jerking off against my leg. As he picked up the pace I had to keep pushing him off. Finally I got to close to shooting a load down his throat. At that point I thought this had gone too far. I pushed him off and made him stop. Yes, I stopped the first complete blow job In my whole life. I was stuck between how much I wanted it, and the guilt.

He was fine with that. I am not sure if he got off that night or not. Without him knowing, I jerked off under the covers, depriving him of the hot thick shot of cum that he wanted so badly.

For the next few days we shared a hotel room with his parents so nothing happened. We did spend some time in a locker room at a water slide. We had a private place to change but nothing happened. The evening we returned everyone went to bed early. We sat up like always. Eventually I said what do you want to do? He said, You know what I want to do. I was once again unsure, but throbbing under the sheet. I kept thinking about how good it felt. Finally, I gave in.

This time he went right for my cock. He opened his mouth wide and went right onto it. His mouth was deep wet, slick and warm. His suction and the speed of his pumping was perfect. As he pumped my cock I had to push him off several times. I was ready to explode over an over again.

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. His pace picked up, and I whispered I'm gonna shoot! I started to spasm and then I shot several thick cum shoots down his hungry throat. At the same time, Ben shot his thick load on my leg.

We did that a lot after that night. We did it in gas station mens Rooms, abandoned buildings, state parks, even in the woods. Each time we played a similar game, but it always ended with me shooting a load down his throat.