Gay Erotic Stories

I remember it like it was yesterday, and still enjoy the thoughts. I was a horny 18 year old virgin farm boy working my ass off on my father's farm. There were two houses on the property, ours and the "cabin". The cabin was actually a small two bedroom frame house, suitable for a single man or woman, but too small for family occupation. Adjacent to the cabin was a large barn and two garages. Early in the year a friend of my father's rented it, mainly because of the garages. He was in his mid-forties, 6'6",thin yet handsome. As the year progressed I heard rumors that he "liked boys". I discounted it even though he was single, after all he was my Dad's friend. During the summer, I saw him watching as I did my normal work routine, hauling hay, fixing fence etc. As I was always working in the heat, I was usually scantily attired when this occurred. I surely didn't think I was the center of his attention, being a skinny kid. I stood 5'6",weighed about 125# with unruly brown hair, and striking blue eyes. Really altogether unremarkable, except for the one thing I didn't think anybody but myself noticed, I was blessed with a 9" cock. The girls didn't notice, so why would anybody else? Early that fall a teen friend and myself went camping and wanted some booze. I worked up my nerve and asked Claude, our renter. He gladly got it for us and when he gave it to me suggested that I have a drink with him some evening. I was thrilled that he asked, but didn't mention it to anyone. A week passed before I took him up on his offer. I made sure I had an excuse to be gone all night(fishing I think) and made my way to the cabin. Claude warmly welcomed me and offered me a gin and 7,which I accepted with gusto. I drank rather hurriedly, being somewhat confused with my reaction to his attire, which consisted of briefs and nothing else. I wasn't embarrassed, hell it was his home he could wear anything he wanted. Being confused at this and trying to be coy, downed one and half of another before fate stepped in. I spilled my drink all over myself, while sneaking peaks at Claude's briefs (I could almost swear that he was becoming aroused). Claude insisted I let him launder them so my mother wouldn't bust me for drinking. I was in a fix now. I had no underwear on. I blushingly told Claude of my situation, getting even more aroused as I revealed this. He smiled warmly, and offered me a robe. I changed in the bathroom as he took my clothes. Another fix, the robe was cut mid thigh, with my meat I had to be careful as to not reveal to him my state of arousal. Well I did the best I could, even though I saw him glance, if not outright stare, at my crotch. As the evening progressed, I drank more and relaxed. He seemed to be closer, more tactile, and more erotic to me. God I was confused, and HORNY. Claude moved behind the couch and said he saw how hard I worked the last week, noting I must be sore. I admitted I was and he began to rub my shoulders with his long, strong hands. I was in heaven. My robe drooped open and I hardly noticed, but Claude did. Seeing my hard member, he kissed my ear as he rubbed. His hands crept past my shoulders to my nipples, pinching them both at once. He then turned my head and kissed my mouth that fired me up so much that I remember every detail to this day. I simply melted into his arms. I didn't care what was right or wrong, I just wanted to be loved. Claude's fingers stroked my hard prick and I shivered with pure lust. I opened my eyes to see his head disappear down my chest. I felt his tongue trail down to my navel, then lower. As he engulfed the first 6" or so I gasped--never had I felt such wondrous sensations. He kept traveling lower after 3 minutes or thereabouts, to my sack, then to my little bud. A shock went through me as he ate my ass ,then began to finger it, first one then two, all the while taking almost my whole shaft in his throat. His hard dick touched my lips, I hungrily sucked. It was about 6 1/2" and thin as the rest of him. He, to my dismay, didn't let me continue. With one quick maneuver ended my disappointment, throwing my legs over his shoulders began to enter the object of his affection a few minutes before. I gasped at the sensations but never experienced any real pain. Just joy at pleasing him as I obviously was. In 3 or 4 strokes he was buried to the hilt in my butt. He then began to drive into me with vigor, harder and faster. Every time my prostate was stroked by his member, my 9" jerked as of it's own accord, spewing precum. As he neared climax, he grasped my dick, stoking very fast. I exploded all over his chest as he filled my bowls with jism. Spasm after spasm, I came forever it seemed. Finally I calmed down, but it was just a breather, the rest of the night was spent making love. Our relationship lasted for several years, with him teaching me everything, and sharing me with a wide variety of men, and sharing with me a wide variety of experiences.