Gay Erotic Stories

Tommy was my next door neighbor's son. After he graduated from high school a month ago, he moved in with his father. And my life hasn't been peaceful since. This young man was certainly an eye-popper. The first time I saw him was the day after he arrived. I was outside weeding my flower beds when I heard John's lawnmower start. Since he usually mowed on Saturday's, I didn't think much about it. After about twenty minutes, I popped up over the fence to say hi. What I saw both shocked and amazed me. There was Tommy, shirtless and wearing tight cut-offs, sweat pouring down his hairless chest, forming little rivulets on his tight, muscular stomach before running down behind his pants. His young manhood filled his tight pants, and shifted back and forth as he walked. He saw me staring at him-I must have been a sight, with my mouth gaping open-and lifted his arm to wave. Underneath was a tuft of brown hair, matted with sweat. "Hi!" he shouted over the din of the lawnmower, then turned to mow another row along the lawn. As he moved away, his tight ass rippled behind the wearing fabric of his shorts. A damp line appeared along the crack of his ass where the sweat from his back had been collecting. After finishing another row, and noticing me still watching him, he killed the motor and walked over to the fence. "You must be Chris," he said as he walked up to the fence, his hand extended. "My dad told me you and he were friends." His grip was firm, and as he shook my hand he once again raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He had dark brown hair and the most beautiful doe-brown eyes; his face showed a couple days' growth of beard, but the spotty kind indicating that his adolescent hair follicles had not yet fully matured. "Hi, Tommy," I smiled, weak in the knees at the sight and the touch of him. His musk filled my nostrils and I longed to lick the sweat off his chest. "It's nice to meet you. Your father's told me a lot about you." He blushed slightly, his face turning even pinker than it already was from the heat and the exertion of mowing. "He's pretty excited about you moving in with him." "Yeah," he replied very politely. "Since I turned eighteen I could decide where I lived, and since I never really got a chance to spend much time with dad while I was growing up, I decided it would be a good idea to spend some time with him. Besides, I'm going to be going to the university this fall, so living here will save a lot of money." His voice was soft and caring, and I immediately fell head over heels in love with him. We chatted for a few minutes-small talk, nothing else really-then he decided to get the lawn finished. During the course of our conversation he told me that his father had left on a business trip and would be gone for a couple of days. So as he turned, I said "It's been awfully hot today. After you've finished, do you want to join me in the hot tub and soak a little." He flashed a broad smile, showing me a mouthful of beautiful white teeth. "Sure, that sounds great!" My heart leapt at the thought of having his young, supple body submerged close to me, and I could hardly wait for him to finish his work. * * * About a half-hour later the doorbell rang, and I opened the door to see Tommy standing there in a bikini swimming suit with a towel around his neck. His almost hairless body looked like it had been sculpted from white marble, and his suit was obviously hard-pressed to contain the equipment between his legs. "Hi!" I exclaimed. "Looks like you're ready for a good soak." "Thanks for having me over, Chris," he replied. "I was awfully hot and a good soak sounded good." We made our way through the house and out into the back yard. Moments later we were both relaxing in the tub, leaning against opposite ends of the tub. "Wow, this feels so good," Tommy exclaimed as he quickly ducked beneath the water. When he popped back up, he raised his hands to his head to push the water from his hair. As his elbows lifted, his armpits opened to reveal their warm, soft hair. "So, Chris, my dad says you're gay." I froze for a second-not because I was ashamed of being gay, but because I had no idea that John had told him so much about me. "Yeah," I responded cautiously, waiting to see what his response would be. I hoped he was as open-minded as his father was. Hell, what I really hoped was that Tommy himself was gay and would tell me. "Great," he nodded. He didn't say anything more, so I wasn't quite sure how to respond. As it was, I didn't need to worry. "So, what's it like?" he blurted out, seeming uncomfortable. "Well . . ." I said slowly, not quite knowing how to proceed. He had caught me off guard with his frankness. I looked at him, and he stared back intently, clearly expecting me to answer and obviously curious about what I was going to say. "Well, it's not much different than being heterosexual, it's just that I'm attracted to men instead of women." He thought for a moment, then said, "Are you attracted to me?" Wow! I'd never really been around teenagers before and was quite taken aback by his directness. "Would it offend you if I were?" I responded, attempting to take back some control of the conversation. He blushed, and I knew I was successful. Looking away from me he answered, "No. I mean, I don't think so." I decided to take a chance-something told me he was interested, but obviously too shy and inexperienced to take the lead. "Can I come over on your side of the tub and sit next to you?" I pushed my foot out until it found his leg. He looked up at me, but didn't pull away. Tommy nodded his consent, and I quickly moved over to sit beside him. He looked up at me, his face still wet, and looked into my eyes. Suddenly I felt his bare foot against mine. His breathing was shallow. "It's okay," I assured. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know. I mean, I don't know what to do." I put my finger on his lips, telling him silently it was okay. "Just relax, Tommy." He inhaled deeply. "Okay." Seconds later our lips were locked together. I felt his part, and moved my tongue quickly inside his mouth. At first he pulled back a little, then pushed his tongue forward to meet mine, warming up to my efforts. I put my hand on his chest, working my way down to his nipples, which were erect. After massaging each breast, I continued my downward plunge, landing between his legs. His cock was rock hard behind his swimming suit, and I gently squeezed it. This caused him to inhale and gyrate his hips slightly. I moved my hand down to his knee, then moved slowly up his inner thigh. When I reached his crotch, I jumped it up and behind the elastic waistband, taking his balls in my hand. As I squeezed them, he pulled his lips away and tossed his head back. "Can I take off your suit?" I whispered. He nodded, looking at me intently as he slowly lifted his hips. It took me three seconds to tug down on the bit of cloth which separated me from his complete nakedness. Seconds after that his suit floated up to the surface, followed in quick order by mine. I straddled him, placing my knees on each side of him, and we kissed again. Our cocks were rock-hard and, in the bubbling water, waved back and forth, bumping against each other like two dueling swords. He began raising and lowering his hips, pushing his rod into my stomach then pulling back. As my left hand caressed his head, my right hand plunged beneath the surface to grab his manhood. It seemed to grow even harder under my touch. After several more seconds I pulled away from his warm, moist mouth, and gasped "Tommy, if we keep this up much longer I'm going to come." "Yeah, me too," he whispered. "Do you want to go inside with me?" He nodded, and I took his hand. * * * We both arose from the frothy water like Venus arising from the sea foam, only we weren't discreetly covered. We walked arm in arm toward the house, our penises jutting outward, waving proudly, announcing their lust and excitement to the bright summer sun. When we reached the porch, I took his towel and began to dry him off. I rubbed it up and down his back and chest, across his shoulders, down each arm. Then I kneeled in front of him. His erection pointed directly at my face, begging to enter my mouth. I took the towel and dried each of his glorious legs-besides his head, underarms and crotch, this was the only area of his body which had any hair, and it was so light as to be almost unnoticeable. As I picked up each foot to dry it off it occurred to me that I had never been intimate with an adolescent before; in fact, I had never really been attracted to younger guys. But there was something different about Tommy-he exuded an almost animalistic sensuality which really turned me on. Dropping the towel, I ran my hands up behind his legs, grabbing his buttocks and squeezing them. I looked up him and grinned. He smiled back as if to give me permission, and I took no more time to open my mouth and swallow his erection. As my lips closed over his rod, he gasped. My tongue performed its magic, darting up and down his hard shaft, encircling the soft, warm tip, tickling the sensitive area underneath. Simultaneously I massaged his scrotum, gently squeezing and tugging on his two luscious balls. As he writhed under my gentle moist barrage, I sensed he was getting close to ejaculation. So I pulled away, and stood up. Grabbing him, I pulled his naked young body against mine and kissed him again. I felt his hands move up and down my back, exploring my own nakedness, squeezing my butt cheeks. Soon one of his hands moved between us and he grabbed my erect penis. "Suck me, Tommy," I sighed. And he sank to his knees to comply. Although awkward at first, he soon warmed to his task and I watched his brown-haired head bobbing up and down on my manhood. His enthusiasm brought me to the edge of orgasm, and I pulled out of his hungry mouth so I wouldn't come. "Let's go into the bedroom," I whispered. Tommy stood up, his cock still hard and moist with my saliva. We walked arm-in-arm to the bedroom where we fell upon the bed. I moved my crotch up against his youthful face and maneuvered my own face between his legs. For several minutes we fucked each other's mouths. His tongue was warm and slick against my willing rod, and I was hard pressed to control myself so I didn't come. Soon my own skillful oral work had its desired effect, and I felt a warm flood in my mouth. He pulled away from my cock and cried out in delight as his orgasm shook his young body. I put my arms around his legs and pulled him tightly into my face; his sperm gushed down my throat, and I greedily swallowed every drop. As his eighteen-year-old tool softened and his orgasm passed, I let it slip from my mouth and moved up to kiss him. The taste of his cream was still on my lips, and I wondered if he could taste it as our tongues locked together. As we kissed I reached for the tube of lubricant I kept on my bedstead. Since I jacked off at least once a day, I kept it handy for whenever I was in the mood to relieve myself. Dipping the middle finger of my right hand into the lotion, I then moved it down underneath his ball sack, finding the object of my desire-his virgin asshole. Gently I pushed until his body opened to me and my finger slipped in. I pushed it as far as it would go, and I felt him gasp at this new sensation. "I'm going to fuck you, Tommy. Would you like that?" "Yeah," he gasped as I continued my digital assault. Soon I had two fingers up his ass, then three, then four. His sphincter was now relaxed and fully lubricated, so I prepared my manhood for its next task-fucking my neighbor's son. As I rubbed the lotion on my dick, Tommy instinctually moved his body so his legs straddled my body. Reaching down below his ass, I gently lifted him up onto my thighs, then positioned myself for my pleasure. Putting the tip of my burning rod against his rosebud, I gently pushed. Because I had done my job well, I easily slid inside of him and sensed that he felt no pain. Moving his legs up onto my shoulders, I began a gentle thrusting, pushing deeply inside of him then pulling back almost to the point of slipping out. "Fuck me, Chris," he moaned, and began to sigh with each of my pelvic thrusts. As the pace of my thrusting increased, his vocalizations also increased. Soon he was hard again and began masturbating and screaming with pleasure. "God, Chris. Fuck me. Yeah, fuck me, Chris," he cried, and his wild abandon finally triggered me. I began to shoot deep into his gut. Almost simultaneously his hand triggered his own orgasm and his cock pumped a fresh load of jism so hard it hit me in the face. Together we emptied our balls into and onto each other before collapsing. My face landed on his chest, which was dripping with sweat. As I felt my deflating cock slip out of his bottom, I nuzzled his armpit. His young male musk was overpowering and I reveled in its exciting smell. We lay there for several minutes, virtually motionless both recovering from incredible orgasms. Finally, I whispered "So now you know what it's like, Tommy." He smiled. "Yeah, I do." "Did you like it?" He leaned forward and kissed me. "Uh huh. You want to come over to my place tonight? My dad's gone." "Will you cook me dinner?" He laughed. "It might poison you. I've only been a bachelor for a day." "You don't need to cook. You can always suckle me. After all, your milk seems plentiful. And it sure is good!" "Chris? I don't ever want to get dressed again. I want to spend the rest of my life completely naked, lying next to you and fucking my brains out." "That could be arranged, you know." * * * And it was. John was at first shocked when Tommy told him he was gay. Then he was even more shocked when Tommy told him that he and I were lovers, and that he wanted to move in with me. But John was also open-minded and accepting, and he loved his son enough to know that this was what he wanted. And even though Tommy would be living with me, he would also be living next door to his dad and could see him every day. Tommy graduated from college four years later, and his dad and I proudly attended his graduation. Today Tommy is a high school teacher and coach, and we are still passionately in love with each other. Late at night when he's asleep in my arms I stroke his hair and wonder what his boys would think if they knew their teacher and coach fucked men.