Gay Erotic Stories

My First Condom It was hard to believe that we could have had so much sex is such a short time! Carl looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 11:30. School would be getting out for lunch soon, and we were famished! “A quick swim, and then we can go home for lunch,” he suggested. Without waiting, he crawled to the edge of the water and splashed some of it on his face and arms. “It’s not too cold,” he reassured us. “Come on.” With that he stood up, his naked body a pleasure to see, with his strong chest, arm, and leg muscles shining from the sweat he had produced through the morning’s exertions. He didn’t wait for us, though we were not far behind. He took one step into the river, then dove into the water and disappeared from sight. Ernie was next in, but I was right behind him – close enough to admire his round, bubble butt, and wish that I could grab it with my two hands before it disappeared under the water. My cock was semi-hard again just from looking at their naked bodies. The water was not so cold that we couldn’t swim, but it was cold enough to settle my cock down a bit. We didn’t stay in the water long and dressed quickly when we emerged, shivering, our cocks flaccid, and our bags drawn up tight beneath. Carl and Ernie lived off to the far side of town, so they set off at a run. I walked home, hoping my hair would dry before I got there. Luckily, Mom wasn’t home. Instead, my brother Frank was there, finishing off a carton of milk held in one hand with a sandwich held in the other. He nodded at me when I came through the door, but didn’t stop drinking till the last drop was gone. He lowered the carton, and I saw his milk mustache turn up in a smile. “Mom’s gone back to work already,” he told me. “She had to go early ‘cause she took the morning off. Good thing, too,” he hesitated. “Your teacher called.” I had forgotten completely about Carl, Ernie and I playing hooky from school this morning. My face must have revealed my surprise and sudden feelings of guilt because Frank smiled even more. “He said you and two other guys from your class were missing, and he was just checking up on you. So, you were playing hooky. I thought so,” he said. “With Carl?” “Yeah. How did you know?” I asked. “And what did you say to my teacher?” “I told him you were sick in bed with the diarrhea, and that Mom had gone to the pharmacy to get some medicine,” Frank said. “I could hardly tell him you were probably jerking off somewhere with Carl and the other guy!” Again my shock must have shown on my face. Frank knew! How? “How did you know?” I asked, when I had recovered my speech. “Shit, boy,” said Frank. “I’m jerking off with Carl’s older brother. Have been since the week we moved here. Actually, he taught me, Just like Carl taught you.” I tried to get control of my facial features and looked into the cupboard to get the peanut butter and bread. I was hungry, and needed to eat. I made a sandwich, but continued to listen carefully to every word Frank said. “When you took that bath after you and Carl came in yesterday afternoon. I was pretty sure from the look on your face that you and he were doing it,” Frank went on. “I saw your crotch bulging out, and I saw a white powdery mark on your shirt. Your cum, or his? I could tell you were as horny as hell. I figured you were taking a bath so you could jerk off in private.” I stopped eating and looked up at Frank who was still standing by the fridge, empty milk carton in hand. With his other hand, he reached down and massaged the bulge that seemed to be growing in his shorts. He looked me in the eye and smiled. “Come on upstairs,” Frank said. “I got some things to show you.” I followed Frank up the stairs and into his room, which was across the hall from mine. He went to his closet and took a large, locked box from the top shelf. I remembered that he had gotten it as a birthday present from our father the summer before he left us. His sixteenth birthday. I never ever saw him put anything in it, or take anything out of it for that matter, but then, since we stopped sleeping in the same bed and had separate rooms for the past three years, we didn’t spend a whole lot of time together. Frank put the box down on the bed and reached into his pocket to draw out a key. He unlocked the box and threw back the lid. “Take a look,” he said. “Ever see anything like this?” In the box was a small pile of magazines, some small packets, sort of like tea bag packets that you get in cheap restaurants, but different, and a long, plastic thing that looked a bit like a cucumber, without the prickles. A closer look told me it was a large, plastic cock! What was that for? I wondered. I picked up the top magazine and opened the cover. Frank laughed at the look that passed over my face. The picture showed two guys naked, one guy on his knees in front of the other, his head right into the other guy’s crotch. I didn’t need him to tell me what was going on. I had just done the same thing to Carl this morning. “Holy fuck!” I said. “No, holy suck!” Frank said, and then he laughed at his own joke. “There’s more. Look at some of the others.” The next magazine showed a woman with big tits and two men: One was rubbing her tits with one hand and the hairy bush down around the hole in her front with the other; the other guy had his hand wrapped around the first guy’s cock, his mouth close and open. “You wanna see the cunt?” Frank asked. “There’s more pictures in there.” I opened the magazine to the middle and there was a full-length picture showing the same girl lying on her back, the fingers of one hand stuck into her hole - her cunt, as Frank called it, and the index finger of her other hand in her mouth. She was smiling. “Is that it?” I asked. “Is that a cunt?” “Ain’t you never seen a cunt before?” Frank asked. “I didn’t even know girls had them before yesterday,” I confessed, and Frank laughed again. “Jeesh, you really are a virgin!” he said. “’Least, you were a virgin till you met Carl, right?” “Yeah,” I said, a bit more comfortable about talking about sex with Frank. I turned the page and there was a man, his massive cock in his hand, pushing the end of it into the girl’s cunt. Her head was thrown back, just like Carl’s when I - we - Ernie and I - were sucking his cock. I knew that feeling. Her hips were thrust forward, almost as if she was pushing her cunt onto the big cock. The man was looking down, kind of guiding it in. Fuck, but I wish this was a movie instead of a still picture! “Look at another one. Try this one,” Frank said, rifling through the magazines to find the one he wanted. He flipped past several pages before showing me the picture he was looking for. “This is my favourite.” I looked at the picture and saw three handsome, well-built young men in a haymow of a barn. It made me think of the loft where Carl and I played strip poker. Was that only yesterday? One guy was standing, the head of his huge cock pushed into the second guy’s ass. The second guy was leaning over, fondling the third guy’s tits, and sucking on his cock. The third guy, who was lying on his back on a bale of straw, had his hand wrapped around the middle guy’s rock hard cock, obviously jerking him off. By now, I was so horny, my cock was standing straight out in my shorts. I wanted release in the worst way, but the other objects in the box intrigued me. I had to know what they were. I picked up one of the little packets. “What’s this?” I asked. “You don’t know what that is?” Frank asked. “Fuck, that’s a condom. You gotta put one on if you’re fuckin’ a girl so she won’t get any cum in her.” I knew about that. Carl had explained how cum in a girl meant babies. “You should wear it if you’re fuckin’ a guy too,” Frank continued. “Otherwise, you might catch something bad - like AIDS.” I had heard about AIDS in Health class at school, but the teacher had a way of telling about it that meant he skipped the bit about ass fuckin’. He steered clear of the sex side, I guess, and talked about using dirty needles and stuff. Just then, we heard the back door open and close and we knew that mom had come home. Frank put everything back into the box, except the condom which I slipped into my pocket, and locked the box. He put it back on his shelf, we both straightened our hard cocks, which were softening quickly, knowing our mother was in the house, and we went downstairs. Mom, it turned out, had just come home to pick something up and offered to drive us back to school. How could we refuse? Besides, I wanted to find Carl and Ernie and show them the condom I had in my pocket. Sure enough, I saw them both together as I got out of the car. I crossed the field and joined them just as the buzzer rang. “I’ve got something to show you after school,” I said. “Wanna come to the barn again?” Carl said yes, and Ernie agreed, too. The afternoon passed quickly. I had to explain to the teacher about my speedy recovery, and Carl and Ernie both had stories to explain their absences, too, but I think he knew we were lying. He looked at my crotch several times as I stood in front of him, telling my lie, and I noticed he did the same thing when talking to Carl and Ernie. I wasn’t sure if teachers jerked off or not, but I was pretty sure he knew what we had been up to. The minute the buzzer rang to end the last class, we were out the door and down the street, heading towards my house. With cookies in hand, we crossed the field and got into the old barn and up to the loft. Ernie looked around and Carl told him how we had played a game of strip poker here earlier in the week. He wanted to play again, but I was in too much of a hurry to bother with that sham. I wanted us naked and hard right away. Without waiting, then for the usual preamble, I reached over and started rubbing the front of Carl’s jeans. He looked surprised, but his cock reacted immediately. Ernie moved closer, and I started rubbing him, too. They both reached over and started rubbing me, Cal squeezing my nipples and rubbing my chest, Ernie getting right to the root of the matter and taking my balls in his hands, squeezing me right through my jeans. I pulled back, now that I had their attention, and reached into my pocket for the condom. “Know what this is?” I asked as I displayed it proudly. “It’s a fuckin’ condom,” said Carl. I nodded and Ernie moved closer to see. I figured, like me, that this was the first one he had seen. Carl, obviously, had seen them before, perhaps even had one on? I wanted to find out. “But how do you use it?” I asked. I had no idea, really. I’d never seen one, except in the picture of the guys fuckin’ in Frank’s magazine, and then you could only see the bit near his stomach. The rest of it, and the cock it covered, was embedded in the other guy’s ass. Least ways, I figured that was what that bit of plastic was that I saw on the guy’s cock that was stuck in the other guy’s ass. “Open it,” Carl said. He moved closer as I tore into the top of the package. I lifted out the little rubber circle and held it up. “Wanna put it on?” Carl asked. “Here, I’ll help you.” He reached down and opened the top button on my jeans, then pulled the zipper down. My pants hung there, caught on my rock hard cock. He tugged at them, and they fell to the floor. Then he reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. With his other hand, he pulled my underwear down. “You sure are ready to model a condom,” he said. “Give it to me.” I passed the condom to him and he placed the rubber ring on the end of my hard cock. Then, with one smooth movement, he slid it all the way down to my stomach. My cock was encased in a tight, rubber balloon! “That’s how you wear it,” Carl said. “Now you got it on, you don’t want to waste it.” He began to jerk my cock slowly. Holding my cock in his hand, he backed away towards the bales of hay, and I followed so as to keep my cock in his hand. He reached for his school bag and set it on the hay. He took out a jar and said, “Open this for me, lessen you want me to let go your cock?” I opened the jar. There was a sort of jelly in it. “Get my pants down,” he said, breathing heavily now, and still working my cock in its plastic sweater. I reached for his belt and opened it, then the button, then the zipper. His pants dropped to his knees, then to the floor. The front of his underwear tented straight out. I reached in and found his hard cock, throbbing, leaping at my touch. With my other hand, I pulled his underwear down. Carl held out the jar. “Put some on your cock,” he ordered. I did what he said. I slathered it over the condom, taking my own cock in my hand, and rubbing the jelly-like substance all over its entire length. Carl turned and bent over, placing his hands on the end of the hay bales. “Now fuck me,” he said. “Slip your hot cock up my ass hole. Shove it in hard, all the way.” I moved into position behind him and pushed the end of my cock in its plastic shroud up to the hole which was pinched shut. I pressed against it, and suddenly my cock slipped right in, right up to the hilt! Oh, God! I thought, as the pressure tightened around my cock. What a wonderful sensation! And the pleasure mounted as Carl tightened his bum muscles, squeezing my cock all along its entire length. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed. “You said the magic word, man! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Carl said, and he didn’t wait for me to initiate the action. He began to move his hips back and forth and my cock slid out, then in, then out and in again, over and over. “Do it, man!” he shouted now. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Give me everything you got!” After two or three tries, I got right into it, and got into the rhythm Carl had set for me. In and out my cock went, in and out, in and out. Sometimes he squeezed tight and I thought he was going to push me right out, like a lump of shit, but then he would loosen up, and I would slide right back in again. In and out, in and out. He was moaning, and so was I. Of all the experiences I had these two days since I was educated to the ways of boy sex, this was the best! I worked faster now, and faster still, wanting the moment of climax to come, that delicious moment of highest pleasure, that wonderful moment of sudden release, but at the same time not wanting this feeling to end. The need to cum took over, however, and I plunged into him, as deeply and as forcefully as I could. If I could do it, I would have pushed my hard cock right through him and out the other side. Lord knows, I tried! And then I came! uunnNNGGGHHH! Spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt! Was it possible? Did I really spurt six times? The pleasure of the moment was so great, yet I was trying to count, trying to see how many spurts I could make now. Yesterday, I could only make the one, and you could hardly call it a spurt: more of an ooze! Now, I spurted six great globes of cum into the condom in Carl’s ass! I couldn’t believe it! Then, the moment passing, I felt weak in the knees, and fell forward, draping my hot, sweaty body across Carl’s back. My hips stopped their convulsions. My cock started to sag, and slipped out of his ass. He leaned to one side, and I fell onto the end of the baled hay, exhausted. I looked down at my now flaccid cock, the end of the condom hanging loose with a big wad of white liquid in it. What a wad it was! Did I make all of that? “What a great fucker you turned out to be!” said Carl. “But what about me?” asked Ernie, who had been waiting and watching all the while. I looked and saw that he had his pants down and was slowly jerking his own hard cock. “I want to be fucked, too!” “Gimme a minute to catch my breath,” said Carl, “and your ass is mine!”