Gay Erotic Stories

Tasting Donnie I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face. I had slept like a baby, tired after working the evening shift at the Tasty Treat. Billy Butler and Chuck had shown me the ropes, as they say. I learned to make hamburgers and serve soft ice cream and, after the place closed up, I learned to suck cock, but that’s now an old story (See Tasty Treat, Tasty Treat 2, and Tasty Treat 3). It wasn’t so much the memory of what the three of us had done together in the back room of the ice cream stand that was making me smile, however. It was remembering how Billy and I had sneaked up on Donnie and his girl who were making out in his car in the parking lot. All we saw was Donnie’s white ass as he was plowing the blond bimbo, but my imagination was working overtime, and I liked what I saw in my mind’s eye! I had to find out if it was anything like reality. After a quick shower, a shit, and a shave, I got dressed, grabbed a pop tart and a banana, and headed out the door for school. Yesterday I met up with Billy before class, and we had it off in the washroom. Today, I wanted to find Donnie. It didn’t take me long. I just had to look where all the girls were. Donnie was very popular with the girls, tall, over six feet, and handsome, with dark brown hair and a deep tan, and it was only mid June. He played on the soccer team, you see, and they usually played skins against shirts. Donnie liked to be on the skins team. It meant that he could show off his body to the cheerleaders who were quick to show their approval. He could have any one of them that he wanted, and probably did. I wasn’t in his league, but then, I had been a virgin until two days ago. I wanted Donnie, though. For some reason, I was sure that he was going to be easy. I walked over to the girls and there was Donnie, the top buttons open on his shirt, his muscular chest showing, and his tight blue jeans just barely disguising the large package the girls drooled over. I didn’t get too close, that would be obvious. Instead, I stood a little ways off and waited till he happened to look in my direction. When he did, he looked right at me and smiled. I looked at him and smiled back. He kept laughing and chatting with his bevy of teen beauties. His eyes, though, were mine. After a bit, he stood up, picked up his books and started towards the school’s front door. Seeing where he was going, I moved over to be just slightly ahead of him. No one would guess I was following him, since I was the one in front, and no one would ever think he was following me, since I was a nothing, and he was a god! Together, we reached the door at the same time. I reached out to grab the handle, and he put his hand on mine, as if he too was reaching for the handle. He squeezed my hand before letting it go. I turned and looked at him, and smiled. “Good show last night,” I said. “So that was you at the Tasty Treat?” he asked. “Yeah, me and Billy Butler,” I said.” Hope you didn’t mind the audience. That was some show. You’ll have to teach me how to do it.” By this time, we had passed through the door, and had entered the building. There were quite a few kids in the hall, though none of them had seen him put his hand on mine. “I think we might have a few things to teach each other,” he said. “You working at the Tasty Treat again tonight?” “Yeah,” I replied. “This’ll be my third night. I’m getting pretty good at it. I’ve had good teachers.” “Yeah, I bet you had. I worked there last summer myself.” He gave me a knowing smile. I’d be back there again, but for soccer. Can’t work weekends, so they found someone new.” “That’d be me, then,” I said. “So, what’re you doing right after school?” Donnie asked. “I think we’ve got some comparing notes to do.” “I’m free till four-thirty,” I said. “Mom’s not going to be home. Wanna come over to my place?” “I’ve got the car. I’ll meet you in the parking lot at 3:15. Okay?” “Okay by me,” I said. I went off down the corridor towards my class and Donnie went the other direction towards his. Just along the corridor, I turned. I saw Billy Butler walk up to him, but I was too far away to hear what they said to each other. They looked towards me, and Billy waved. I nodded, and turned away to go into my Chemistry class. The only chemistry I was thinking about, though, was the chemistry two or maybe three guys could make together. I was hoping I would find out after school. 3:15 came soon enough and I found myself in the student’s parking lot. Billy Butler came by, and gave me a big smile and a wink. He pulled a video out of his back pack and waved it at me, then put it back in. I wasn’t sure what message he was giving me, but I knew it would be good. The porno magazine he showed me the first night after work made me horny enough. I’d never seen a porno movie. Donnie came down the walkway with two girls, one on each side and both giggling. When he got to me, he said, “Sorry girls. Gotta go now. Got something to discuss with these guys here. Man stuff!” He patted both of them on the behind. “Keep it warm for me, though,” he added. “I’ll see you around.” The girls laughed and walked away, not even bothering to look in my direction, or Billy’s. They only had eyes for Donnie. “Fuckin’ cows!” he said, when they were out of earshot. “All they want is my dick. I’m only too happy to oblige, but when it suits me, not them.” He turned to look at me and gave me one of his broad smiles. “Come on, hop in. We’ve got some talking to do.” I got into his car on the passenger’s side, and he hopped into the driver’s seat. Billy Butler, who had been standing off to one side, jumped into the back seat. When he saw the surprised look on my face, he said, “I hear your mom’s not home, and I didn’t want you to be late for work this afternoon. I thought I’d just tag along as see that you make it - to work, that is!” He laughed, and Donnie laughed, so I laughed too. This was getting better and better by the minute. It took about five minutes to reach my house, and another two for the three of us to get a drink from the fridge and head up to my room. “Where’s your VCR?” asked Billy. “I’ve got something to show you. You’ll like this too, Donnie.” “Over there,” I answered, flopping down on my belly on the bed. Donnie sat on the edge of the bed as Billy went to the VCR and slipped in a video he had been carrying in his back pack. “You’re gonna like this,” he said. There was none of the usual leaders you find in a store-bought video. This one went right to the action, and there on the screen was Chuck, our boss at the Tasty Treat. He was washing out the milk cans. Billy came back and sat on the bed, on the other side of Donnie. Just then, Donnie appeared in the video off to one side with a wash cloth in his hands, wiping down the counters. Chuck grabbed him by the crotch as he walked by, and they both laughed. “Where the fuck did you get that?” asked Donnie. “It gets better,” said Billy. I was sure it would, knowing Chuck, and I wasn’t disappointed. A few seconds later, there he was, unbuttoning Donnie’s shirt. “Fuck, you got a nice body,” he was saying. “I play soccer,” Donnie said, kind of shy. “I made this last year,” said Billy. You remember that night Donnie? You remember the night you had your first blow job from Chuck? Fuck, you were so frigging horny, you didn’t even notice that I had the camcorder, did you? Look at your face. It’s as red as a beet! You were sure some scared. Look at your face.” Donnie laughed, and I rolled over to look at him. I didn’t want to discover his body from a video. I wanted to experience it first hand. I reached over and touched him on the thigh. He didn’t move, so I pressed my hand into him, and moved it up a bit. I found his ball sack, and squeezed. He moved closer, and reached for the bulge in my jeans which covered my now semi hard cock. “I wasn’t sure if you guys were perverts or what,” Donnie said to Billy, as he gropped me. “And guess what? You were!” He laughed, and again moved closer. I slid my hand up to feel his meat and found that it seemed to go on forever. I traced it with my fingers, and felt it thicken as I squeezed it. “Christ, you’ve got a big one,” I exclaimed. “Why the fuck do you think the girls hang around?” he asked. “Word gets out about these things. You screw one cow, and they all want a piece of it. Most of them will blow me or jerk me off, but the real cows will let me fuck them. Shit, I’ve even had girls pay me to do it! When I want sex, though, I look for something more to my own liking, and I think I’m really going to like what’s under here.” By this time, my meat was hard as a bone, if you’ll pardon the expression. I was glad to see that my explorations had managed to stiffen his member as well. He reached over and pulled my zipper down. I did the same for him. We each let go for a moment to undo each other’s belts. “Here’s the good part,” said Billy, still watching the screen, but playing with his own hard cock by this time. “Here’s where Chuck goes down on you.” We looked back at the video and there was Chuck, face first in Donnie’s short and curlies. I looked back to the work at hand, however, and found that Donnie had as well. I had his belt open and his zipper down now, and his cock was pressing out against his white briefs. A large wet spot was showing where I knew the end of his long cock would be. I reached for it, rubbed it with my finger and brought it to my nose, then put it in my mouth. I loved the smell of his boy juices, and couldn’t wait to taste them. Donnie had my belt open by now as well, and was pealing my underwear back to reveal the head of my cock, precum oozing out of the slit at the end. Now Donnie shifted position, and helped me slide his jeans over his backside and down below his knees. “Now you,” he said. I followed suit. With our pants down to our ankles, we got down to business of examining each other’s cocks and nut sacks. Donnie’s was longer than mine, and thicker too, about eight inches long, and it filled my hand. His foreskin was loose and the head of the cock was sticking out. It was shiny and moist, and I licked it with my tongue. Donnie turned to get a better angle, and took my cock right into his mouth and began to lick at it with his tongue, like a little kid with an all day sucker. Again I followed suit. “Shit, you guys didn’t waste any time,” said Billy, who had now turned away from the TV screen to watch the live show on the bed beside him. He pulled his jeans down, and was carrassing himself with long, slow strokes, designed for pleasure, but not to make himself cum quickly. He reached in under Donnie and felt his cock as it slipped in and out of my mouth. “Jesus,” he said. “I think it’s gotten even thicker since the last time I felt it.” I licked the length of Donnie’s cock, and then searched for his balls, taking first one then the other into my mouth. Donnie moaned, and picked up the tempo on my hard cock. I decided to match him stroke for stroke, and prayed that I wouldn’t come first. I wanted to show him that I was every bit the man he was, even if I wasn’t on the soccer team. I could feel the pleasure mounting as he worked my cock, and I tried to keep ahead on his. It was working, for I felt his body stiffen, and felt him taking over, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the back of my throat. “He’s gonna cum,” said Billy, who was studying the action from the sidelines. “I want to see him blow. Get off his cock.” I let his throbbing meat escape my mouth, and grabbed his cock with my hand, jerking now, for all I was worth. I could feel the cum rising from my own balls, and desperately wanted him to shoot first. I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer, and arched my back as I shoved my cock down his throat as far as it would go just as he exploded, sending a shower of seaman spurting almost straight up into the air. It fell back on my face, and I reached for it with my tongue as he spurted again and again, and then I shot my load. Billy too had reached the zenith of his self-induced pleasure ride, and another hot shower hit me on the side of the face. The three of us spent, Donnie collapsed on top of me, and Billy too fell backwards across us. We each licked to other, cleaning up the mess of sticky cum with our tongues. “A good mouth is better than a slimy cunt any day,” Donnie said. Not having eaten at both ends of the banquet table as he had, I could only take his word for it.