Gay Erotic Stories

Travis stood in the doorway of the bunkhouse, beer in one hand, the only place, really, to catch the evening breeze and at the same time avoid the black flies. It had been desperately hot all day, and he had been working hard - yes, hard was the right word. He had been hard all day. His balls were wet with sweat, and his cock was hard. Hard was a damn good word. His arms were sore from lifting bales of hay onto the back of the wagon and then loading them onto the conveyor belt that carried them up to the loft in the barn. His neck and shoulders were stiff - another good word, that, stiff. Yes, he was stiff, all right. Stiff in the neck, stiff in the shoulders, and stiff in the cock--what he needed was a fuck—that--or a good blowjob. Fuck, he might even have to resort to a hand job if the others didn’t get back from town soon. It was nine o’clock already. They were supposed to be back by eight. It was his birthday, for fuck sake, and he was all by himself. Travis and the others lived in the bunkhouse, eight men all together, for three months during the summer. He had been coming to the farm mid-June to mid-September every year since he got into some serious trouble back when he was fifteen. That was another good word, coming, only you gotta spell it different - c-u-m-m-i-n-g. Now that’s a good word. Christ, he was horny. Must be the heat. Another good word--heat. Fuck, but he was hot! Where the fuck were they? Like I was saying, Travis had been coming to the farm since he was fifteen because he had been caught breaking into a corner store back home. Stupid really. Someone’d left the window open and he just climbed right in. He couldn’t see too well, so he had turned on the lights. Real stupid. The police were there before he found anything he wanted to steal. It had been his first offence, but they decided that a summer of hard work for little pay would help him break away from committing and illegal activities in the future. So, when he was just fifteen, going on sixteen--two whole years ago--he was sent here to this farm for the summer. Actually, he liked it here. He came back at his own request ever since and his parents didn’t mind. ‘It’ll make a man out of you’, his father had said, and Travis liked the idea of ‘making a man’, if you get my drift. All that came later, though. He helped with the haying and to care for the cattle, and he learned to drive a tractor, and to ride a horse that first summer. Later he learned how to jerk off, and how to suck cock. It wasn’t till he was real good at both of those that he learned how to fuck. Eight guys, all hot and horny after working all day, no TV, no women within twenty miles, what else was there to do in the evenings? Drink beer, play cards, tell lies, and jerk off. That was about it. It was Micky what showed him how to jerk off, the first week he was at the farm. Micky was a year older. He probably learned from the guys who were working there during his first summer, the year before Travis had come. Come? Cum! Fuck, he loved to cum! Once he learned how, he would do it morning, noon, and night. He’d do it in the hayfield, he’d do it in the barn, he’d do it in his bunk, and catch all the cream in his hand and lick it up so as not to leave a mess in his sheets. He’d do it down by the river, saying he had to take a piss, but the other guys would know he went down there to jerk off. Hell, they were doing it too. He’d do it up in the haymow, while the other guys were sending the bales up on the conveyor belt. He’d have his jeans open and pulled half way down, jerk his cock a few times, grab a bale and pile it, then jerk his cock some more. That way, stopping and starting like that, he could jerk for ten, even fifteen minutes before he’d shoot his load all over the bales of hay. He was hard all the time, it seemed. Yeah, well anyway, Micky taught him good. You want to know how it happened? A guy always remembers his first time. Well, he was sitting on the top rail of the fence, just looking out over the farm, after work was over for the day. Micky came and sat next to him on the top rail of the fence. Sat real close, like, rubbing his leg against Travis’s and talking about how horny he was. Travis knew the word horny, and was pretty sure that the feeling he had deep down in his stomach, and even lower, where he was always hard, was what horny was. Yeah, I’m horny too, he’d say, and Micky would say, wanna do it? And Travis would say, Naw, not now, ‘cause he really didn’t know what doing it meant. Didn’t take Micky too long to figure that out. Fuck, he all but had to draw Travis a picture before he caught on. Then he said again do you want me to show you how to do it and Travis said okay, if you want. Micky jumped down off the fence and walked towards the barn. Travis followed. Once inside and up in the mow, Micky set to work showing Travis how to do it. He didn’t touch Travis, not the first time. No, he did it to himself to show Travis how it was done. He pulled the front of his tee shirt up over the back of his head so his stomach and chest were bare and then dropped his pants and his rock hard cock slapped up against his bare stomach. Micky rubbed it with his hands and moaned. That feels good, he said. Want to rub it? But Travis said I’ll just watch this time thanks. So Micky says you can watch this time, but then you gotta do it. Travis made no promises. So Micky starts to slowly jerk his cock. It’s a big one right enough, but Travis knows its not as big as his own. It must be at least six inches, but Travis knows his is longer - ‘cause when he stretches his hand out wide, fingers as far apart as possible, he can put his little finger on his stomach and his thumb won’t reach the end of his cock, and that’s a good eight inches. Micky was sliding the skin back and forth along his hard cock, and he was going faster now, and squeezing it hard, and his cock was turning almost purple, like it was going to burst. And then Micky kinda arches his back and thrusts his hips forward, and he does burst, least wise, white stuff flies out of the end of his cock and Micky shudders and groans real loud and jerks faster, in short bursts sort of, and then he slows and stops, rubbing the white stuff off the end of his cock with his finger and putting it his mouth. It musta tasted okay, cause Micky smiled and offered Travis a finger full, but he shook his head no. Travis was amazed. He was sure it musta hurt, especially when the white stuff shot out the end of his cock like that, but Micky said no, it didn’t hurt. It was a great feeling. The best feeling in the world, better than riding on a roller coaster and going over the top. That’s what it was like, going over the top. But Travis had never been on a roller coaster and had never gone over the top so he wasn’t sure if he would like that feeling or not. Why don’t you try it now, Micky asks. Want me to help? He reaches for Travis’s belt but Travis draws back. Naw, Travis said. I’m not in the mood. Maybe later. But you promised, says Micky. Did not, says Travis. Tomorrow? asks Micky. Yeah, maybe tomorrow. Promis, says Micky. No promises, but more’n likely tomorrow, and you can help if you want. Too tired tonight. Gotta get to bed. Travis made a fake yawn and stretched. He hoped his hard cock would not be too noticeable in his jeans. Fuck, he was hornier now than he’d ever been in his life! He jumped down off the mow and walked back to the bunkhouse, his rock hard cock making a tent in his jeans, pressing out against the fabric, wanting to be jerked. Now he knew what doing it was all about, he’d do it in bed, under his sheets where no one could see, the first time at least. It didn’t quite work that way, though. You been doing it yourself, so you know, you can’t do it quietly, not quiet enough when you’re in a bunkhouse with eight guys, and you’re the only one doing it. You’re breathing heavy, and you’re flipping the sheets, and the springs of your bed are squeaking, and when the feeling grows inside you, you start making little noises, gasps, groans, nose snorts, that sort of the thing. Well, the other guys hear you, and the other guys know what you’re doing because they been doing it themselves, some of them for years! And when you finish, and you shoot your very first load, and you weren’t expecting it so you cry out, everyone starts clapping and hooting and hollering. At first, you’re totally embarrassed, Travis was, that’s for sure, but then everyone is making a fuss, like you did something real cool, and so you start to smile, and then you don’t worry about doing it in bed anymore. You hear the same moans and groans coming from their bunks, and you know they’re doing it to, and you know that when you heard those sounds earlier in the week, every night you were there so far in fact, they were doing it, and you didn’t even know about it. Micky kept coming around ,though. He’d shown Travis how to do it, and he thought it was only fair that he let Micky watch to see that he was doing it the right way. More’n one way to jerk off you know, Micky says, and Travis nods yes, but he thinks, fuck, I only know but one way. Micky says come on, let me watch, and finally Travis say okay. Afterall, Micky let Travis watch that first time. So Travis sees the point of this, and he lets Micky watch. So its back up to the loft in the barn and its Travis who pulls his tee shirt up and over the back of his head, the way Micky showed him, and Micky reaches over and helps him open his belt and pull his pants down to his ankles. Any Micky tells him what a fine cock he has, and did he know how much better it is to have someone suck it that just jerk it yourself. Micky hasn’t been wrong yet, Travis thinks, so he lets Micky suck his cock, and Micky’s right. It is better. Now it seems that Micky sucks just about everyone, and he tells everyone else that he’s already sucked the new guy, Travis, and he has a cock like a young stallion, so of course, they all want to see it. Now, they could probably see it in the showers, though Travis kept his back turned so far ‘cause he was only here less than a week and was still kinda shy, but it wouldn’t likely be hard then, and they wanted to see it hard, and they want to see Micky suck it. They say come on Travis, its only us, and we know you jerk off. Hell, we hear you pounding your meat every night. And we let Micky suck us off, so why not let us watch him suck you? You can watch him suck us off next time. Promise. No secrets here, boy, they said. So Travis says all right, and the others make a circle, and Travis sits in a chair in the middle of that circle with his pants down to his ankles so he can spread his knees, and his cock just lying there, all kinda soft ‘cause he’s kinda nervous, having everyone watching, though he can feel the feeling start deep down inside, and Micky starts rubbing him up, to get him ready. And Jamie says, how fast can you make him cum? And Micky says, I don’t know, maybe five minutes, four minutes top speed, maybe. Why? And Jamie says I’ll pay five bucks to see you make him cum in less than four minutes. So Micky starts in rubbing in earnest now, ‘cause five dollars is a whole days pay for young farm hands. And Travis says what about me? I’m the one’s gotta cum, but Jamie says Micky’s the one gotta make you cum in less than four minutes, he’s the one doing the work. You’re just going along for the ride, and everyone laughs. So Micky’s working Travis’s cock now, you see, just getting it hard, and when it’s hard enough, Jamie says right, go, I’m timing you. And Micky goes down on Travis’s cock and starts sucking. He starts going up and down on Travis’ hard young cock, and starts playing with his balls, and rubbing the inside of his legs and anything that will make the cum come faster, and Travis is trying hard to cum as fast as he can, ‘cause he likes Micky and he doesn’t like Jamie much, and everyone is cheering and yelling, suck that cock, man, suck that cock.. And Travis blows his load in under four minutes, and everyone cheers and Jamie gives Micky the five dollars and every else says Travis was right, it wasn’t fair. He worked at it too, and he should get five dollars too ‘cause he’s the one who blew in under four minutes when he coulda lasted longer if he wanted, and they all chip in and give him five dollars too. Now that he knew what it felt like to be sucked, the guys thought he should also learn to suck cock, the guys thought he should practice doing it more and get to be real good at it, like Micky was. They knew he was practicing jerking off and getting real good at that, but it was a different skill, sucking cock was. So they all felt they should help Travis get good at it and they offered their cocks any time he wanted to practice. But Travis felt he owed Micky something and decided he would suck Micky first. And everyone watched and he did a good job, but no one bet on how fast he could do it because it was his first time. Between Micky, who was already good at doing it, and Travis, who was learning to be good at it, the other six guys got sucked off most every night the rest of that summer, some of them even got sucked off twice or three times a day, and Travis went back to the city at the end of the summer with more than five hundred dollars, and not all of that was for baling hay and milking cows, I can tell you. Now the next summer, Micky wasn’t there. He’d gotten into some kind of trouble at school. Something to do with sucking cock in the boys’ washroom, or something like that. He got sent to a special camp somewhere -a church camp, Travis thought. That’s what the guys told him anyway. Hell, they said, he’d suck the Jesus out of them at bible camp. Travis missed him though, that’s for sure. One of the older guys was gone too, but there were two new young guys that second summer, and they needed to learn how to drive tractors, milk cows, ride horse, jerk off, and suck cocks, and he was quite willing to help teach them. Hell, all the guys were willing to help. Nothing else to do, specially in the evening, the hot summer evenings when every hand on the place had sweaty balls and was hot and horny and wanted to be sucked off. One of the new fellows was called Billy, same age as Travis, and he knew things already, how to jerk off and suck cock, that is, not drive the tractor or milk the cows or ride horses. He definitely didn’t know how to do those things before he came to the farm. But he knew how to jerk off and he shot a big load of cream the very first time the guys got him in the circle, and he seemed like he had had lots of practice at it already, ‘cause he did things with his cock that we’d never seen done before. He even knew how to suck cock, so no one had to teach him that either. He finally ‘fessed up and told us he had been doing it since he was twelve, maybe even younger. Fact was, he taught the rest of the guys a new trick, and one he learned in the city reform school where he’d been the previous summer. It was called fucking ass. Now everyone knew what fucking was, not just the word that everyone said every time they opened their mouths, fuck this, fuck that, fucking right, but the actual thing - you know, when you stick you cock into a girl. You know what fucking is. Travis knew what it was, cause the guys told him, but he’d never done it. No girls here on the farm, and back home, his parents kept pretty tight reign on him and he had to stay home nights so he didn’t get to fuck any girls in school like every else said they did. Fuck, he didn’t even get a blow job in school, not from a girl anyway. But no one at the farm knew you could fuck a guy! Least wise, no one admitted it ‘cause the first time it came up everyone said it was dirty and they weren’t going to get shit on their cocks for nobody. It was all-new to Travis though. Hell, it wasn’t that long since he found out you were supposed to stick your cock in the girl’s front hole, and here Billy was, offering to stick his up Travis’s back hole! Some of the guys thought that was going a bit too far. Not normal. Not like jerking and sucking. Those things were okay, but sticking you cock up the back passage seemed dirty. They weren’t going to do it, no sirree! But Billy said it was more fun that sucking, and Travis already knew how much fun that was, so he thought he’d give it a try, just once anyway. It’s more fun doing it, Billy said, but since you don’t know how, I’ll have to do you first to show you. Then, if you like it, you can do me. Okay? Sure, why not? So they were up into the hay mow again and Billy told Travis to lean over a pile of bails with his jeans kicked right off and his legs spread a bit, and Billy stuck his cock up his back passage, and boy was it big! When you take a shit, you’re pushing out, but here he was, trying to push in. It took a minute or two and a pile of spit on it before Billy could get his cock in past Travis’ tight bum muscle back there, the one that keeps the shit from coming out when you blow a fart. Once he got inside, he must have rubbed Travis the right way, ‘cause all of a sudden Travis started bucking and said he felt like he’d died and gone to heaven! Billy started fucking him, and he was right! It was great! Travis loved it! And before long, he got to squeezing and then relaxing his muscle back there, and he could hear Billy gasp as his pleasure grew each time he squeezed. And it wasn’t long before Billy blew his half pint of cream right up Travis’ ass! Then he slowed down, and then he stopped, and he lay on Travis’ back, and Travis was laying on the hay bales, and Billy was pooped. Travis wasn’t though. Travis wanted to try fucking ass now that he learned how it was done. Billy sort of lost interest, though, after he fucked Travis, and wanted to wait till tomorrow, but Travis said a deal was a deal so Billy said all right. He dropped his pants and leaned over the bales of hay and said shove ‘er in, and Travis did, and he had a great time fucking Billy’s ass. Billy was right. It was fun being fucked, but more fun doing the fucking. But that was before, and this was now, and where were they? They took the truck into town to get supplies and some more beer and they said they’d be back before eight o’clock and now it was past nine thirty and it was his birthday and where were they?