Gay Erotic Stories

Frank was already out in the garden when I finished my breakfast. He was using the hoe to pull out the weeds that had invaded Mom’s carrots and radishes. I moved the tomato plants out into the sun - Mom planted them in planters so she could put them in the shed at night if she wanted. I put the pepper planters out too, and then watered everything. With both of us working, it didn’t take long to finish the job. Mom loved gardening, but we did most of the heavier stuff for her. I was just putting the hose away when I heard Carl’s voice.

“Hi gays,” he called loudly as he walked into the back yard. It had been two weeks since the day we played hooky, and Mom was easing up on not letting me hang out with him. I glared at him, and looked at the door to see if Mom might have heard him, but she was not there.

“Fuck, Carl,” I whispered vehemently. “Cut the gay stuff. Mom’ll hear you.”

“Sure kid, sure,” Carl said laughing. His smiling face was so bright and handsome that I wasn’t able to stay mad for long. Soon all three of us were kidding each other, and the next thing you know we were in a three-way wrestling match on the back lawn. Carl and Frank are older, bigger and stronger than me, but I was able to hold my own, at least at first. It didn’t take them long to pin me down, however, being two against one.

“What’ll I do with him, Frank?” Carl whispered, pressing his hand onto my crotch and squeezing my balls gently. He could feel that familiar stirring there, though I was trying not to get hard, just in case Mom might look out the window and see.

“I’m sure you’ve got lots of ideas,” Frank whispered back, “but nothing you can do here. Mom’s home. Anyone home at your place?”

“Nah,” said Carl. Ma’s gone shopping. Reggie might be around somewhere, but that’ll be all right. He was out late last night, and I didn’t see him this morning.”

Reggie was Carl’s famous older brother. He was the one who taught Frank about sex. He also taught Carl, and Carl was the one who taught me. Suddenly, I had a great desire (and that is the right word) to meet Reggie.

“Let’s go over to your place, then,” I said, trying to roll to one side to knock the two older boys off my stomach and legs.

“Sure,” said Carl, getting up at long last. “Comin’, Frank?”

“Can’t make it this time,” Frank said, “But I’ll take you up on the offer another day.”

We called in to tell mom we were going to Carl’s and then started down the street. Carl was sort of dancing around, throwing light punches at me and groping me whenever he thought no one was looking. Guys do that all the time, and even if someone saw us, they wouldn’t think much of it, but I knew he was really anxious to get his hands on the goods, my goods, that is.

It didn’t take long to get to Carl’s place, and once inside he didn’t waste time, but started to strip his shirt off as he led me up the stairs to his bedroom. He had his shirt off before I even got through the door.

“Fuckin’ warm in here,” he said, throwing his shirt on the dresser. “Get comfortable.”

I was staring at him, of course. He was such a handsome boy, strong and muscular, but not overly so: more of a swimmer’s physique than a weight lifter’s, if you know what I mean. He had blond hair, now cut short, just to the top of his ears, and he had a dusting of blond fuzz on his chest. I had reveled in it the first time I got to rub his chest with my hands. His waist was narrow just above his belt, and I could see the lines that defined his thigh muscles curving down into his jeans, which hung low enough that some of his pubic hair showed above the belt. His back was broad, and tapered to his waist. I got hot just looking at him.

I started to take my T-shirt off over my head when I got a good whiff of B.O. from my armpits. “Fuck,” I thought. “Why didn’t I have that shower before coming here?”

Carl saw me hesitate and reached over to pull the T-shirt the rest of the way off. I put my arms down, trying to hold in the smell. He looked surprised at first, but then must have figured out what I was doing and laughed.

“Got B.O.?” he said. “Fuck, guy, I love armpits - the smellier the better! Give me a whiff!”

With that, he stuck his nose up real close and pried my arm up and away from my body. He moved his face in closer, then reached out with his tongue and licked me. I felt a shudder rack my body. Then he licked again, this time drawing my armpit hair into his mouth and sucking on it, like it was cotton candy or something.

By now, Carl had his hand down my pants, and I opened the belt buckle to give him more room. We crab-walked sideways to the bed and practically fell on top of it. Carl moved from my armpit to my nipples, which had grown hard under his expert licking tongue.

So, there we were, finding new ways to tease each other’s body when there was a noise at the door. I heard it, but Carl didn’t. When I looked up, there was Reggie, nearly nude, dressed only in his jockey shorts, his hair wet, and a towel over his arm. Like Carl, he was amazingly handsome but bulkier, an all-American type, a football player at school, and a weight lifter to boot! Where Carl had blond hair, Reggie had dark brown, almost black when it was wet, like now. Like Carl too, he was a lean, young Adonis - he could have been the model for that statue of David - except for David’s little pecker, of course. We used to look at the picture in books in grade school and giggle. For a guy with such big hands, his cock sure was small! Not Reggie’s, though. I knew that any brother of Carl’s had to have a cock as big, if not bigger, and I figured out very quickly that I was going to find out just how big it was very soon.

“Is this a private orgy, or can anyone join in,” he said, as he tossed the damp towel on the floor and entered the room. I stared at the large bulge in the front of his jockeys and almost drooled.

Carl looked up. “Join in, Reggie. You ‘member Frank? One of your jerk-off buddies? Well, this here is his kid brother.” He moved over as Reggie approached, and the older boy reached down and gently pinched one of my rock hard nipples. It hurt, but it was pleasurable, too. I thrust my chest forward, and felt his hand caress my smaller chest’s downy hairs.

“So you’re the little cunt Carl’s been playing with?” Reggie said. “He’s been tellin’ me ‘bout you, and how quick you are to catch on to his little tricks. He didn’t say you were Frank’s brother, though. Frank and I know each other very well. Perhaps it’s time I got to know you too. What do you think?”

Reggie stood in front of me and pulled down his Jockeys so I got my very first look at what he had to offer. His cock was bigger than Carl’s if you can believe that! Where Carl had to be ten inches, Reggie was at least twelve! And where I could barely reach my fingers around Carl’s cock, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to reach all the way around Reggie’s. He was like a fuckin’ horse!

“Holy fuck!” was all I could say.

“Yeah,” said Reggie. “I kinda like it too! You’re not going to see equipment like this very often!”

His cock was only semi-hard, but what a masterpiece! I reached up tentatively to touch it, and drew back again.

“Go ahead,” Reggie said. “Play with it. It might spit at you, but it don’t bite!”

I wrapped my hand around it and, sure enough, my fingers would barely reach. I felt it stiffening as I squeezed, trying to get my fingers all the way round, and as it thickened, the gap between my fingertips and the palm of my hand grew wider.

By now, Carl had his pants off, and he was tugging at mine. I lifted my hips and allowed him to draw them to my ankles. He untied my sneakers and drew everything off so that I was naked there on the bed, beside Reggie.

I was already working Reggie’s cock, so he reached for mine. Carl took his own tool in his hands and soon we were all pumping away at hard meat. I leaned down to lick the first pearls of precum off Reggie’s cock.

“Umm, nice. Wanna suck it, kid?” he asked, shoving it closer to my face. “Think you can handle a real man’s cock?”

I pulled back, startled. There was no way that I could take that huge cock into my mouth and throat. It was massive enough that it might have choked me. I licked at the head, and down the shaft, and then licked his hairy bag. Then I took one of his balls in my mouth and rolled it around. Reggie moaned in pleasure. Encouraged, I moved back to his cock and tentatively drew the head and part of the shaft into my waiting mouth. That was about all I could handle, but Reggie didn’t seem to mind. He arched his back and thrust his legs out straight.

“Suck it, man,” he gasped. “Suck my cock!”

So I sucked it. It filled my mouth to the breaking point, but I managed to take in just a bit more of it, and soon I was riding it with my mouth and Reggie was moaning and groaning. He started bucking his hips, trying to drive his cock further into my mouth, but I managed to control him and set my own pace. My hot lips and teeth and my strong right hand all worked his throbbing meat until I could tell that he was about to explode. With a mighty gasp, he blew and his hot cum hit the back of my throat. Spurt after spurt struck me, faster than I could swallow it, and it was leaking out the sides of my mouth and dripping down onto his balls. Thrust after thrust, and then he subsided, still groaning. And then he lay still.

Carl had been stroking his own hard cock and as I watched, his cum arched out and up, falling on his chest and almost on his face. I pulled myself up and licked his cum, mixing it with Reggie’s that was still in my mouth. Carl’s body shook with the pleasure he had given himself but finally he turned all his attention to me. He forced me onto my side on the bed, and crawled up between my legs, taking my rock hard cock into his mouth. He began sucking and licking, and I could feel that wonderful feeling rising within me. Before I could cum, however, he pulled back, leaving my cock unattended for a while, and licked at my balls. The pressure subsided. Then he started on my cock again and soon I was raised to an even higher level of pleasure than I’d felt before. This time, he didn’t stop. He sucked me to the brink and I shot my hot cum down his throat, spurt after spurt, driving my cock as deep into his throat as my five inches could go. At last I was spent.

And there we lay, three boys, our cocks spent, the results of our labors still clinging to our chests and lips.

“Pleased to meet you, boy,” Reggie said, taking my hand and shaking it. “Carl, you should have brought this little cunt home before this. You shouldn’t try to keep fresh meat all to yourself.”

He leaned over and reached under me, his finger sliding up the crack in my ass. He found the opening, pressed tightly closed, and leaned over to look into my face.

“We’re going to have to open you up a little bit before your back passage can take a cock like mine,” he said, “But don’t worry. I’m a patient guy, and I’ll take my time. If not today, then maybe next time, but believe me, when you’re ready, and I fuck you, you’ll know that you’ve been fucked!

I smiled, tentatively, relieved. I wanted it, and wanted it bad, but I would wait. I knew his cock was too big for me right now. I could barely take Carl’s which was enough to stretch me to the limit. If I were ever going to take Reggie’s, I’d have to practice! The thought caused my five inches to stir, and Carl, noticing, reached over to wrap his hand around its head. This was going to be a wonderful day!