Gay Erotic Stories

And so began Alfie's first night of rampant sex. He hadn't imagined that he could have had so much fun with three other guys. As he occasionally supped whisky he involved himself in frenzies of sexual excess. At one point he was on his back on the floor. Jamie had parted his cheeks and was eating his arse while Mickey and Spencer took turns feeding him their cocks. Some time later he was on his knees urgently sucking each of the lad's cocks, spending a few seconds gobbling each hard shaft before moving on to the next one.

Later he was standing as Mickey rimmed him, Spencer sucked on his cock and Jamie licked his chest and bit his nipples before engaging in some passionate kissing. And finally it happened. He was kneeling and Mickey pushed one finger after another inside him to loosen him up. Then Mickey was kneeling behind him gradually entering him. The lad felt so big.

Then Spencer lay on his back on the floor with his mouth open telling Alfie to get on all fours so he could be sucked. On all fours Alfie was easier for Mickey to shag. Finally Jamie lowered himself onto Spencer's cock and as he rode the guy under him he told Alfie to suck on him whilst he was being fucked by Mickey. All four men began rocking together as they fucked and sucked. Alfie started to moan as pleasure coursed through him. The feeling of a man inside him. The feeling of a man sucking him. The feeling of sucking a man. The room became warmer and warmer as the men gave in to lust. They came together in a frenzy of sated desire. Sweat intermingled with semen and saliva.

Gradually they separated exhausted but satisfied. Jamie and Spencer left the main room. Mickey dressed and left. Alfie lay slumped on the sofa wondering what on earth had he done.Deano took another surreptitious swig from his hip flask. He was certain that nobody else in the bookie's had noticed. It was only when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice speaking in his ear that he realised that he had been rumbled.

"If Pat catches you using this place as a drinking den mate she'll lop your balls off."

Deano turned to see Jake smiling next to him. "Oh come on mate. She won't spot me unless you grass me up."

"Well I won't grass you up so long as you fuck off out of here mate."

"Jake mate. I just want somewhere to get a bit legless."

"Well how about a drink at mine this afternoon? I finish in about half an hour."

"Yeah alright mate."

So Deano found himself knocking on Jake's door not long afterwards. The door opened and there was Jake again smiling. "Come in mate. This is a better place to get a bit smashed rather than the bookie's."

"Too right mate."

Deano walked in and Jake showed him into the front room. On the table in front of the sofa were two half full glasses of whisky.

"So sit yourself down mate and see what you think of that?"

Deano slipped off his coat and put it on a chair before making himself comfortable on the sofa. He picked up the glass in front of him and downed it in one.

"Not bad mate."

"Well you're a complete muppet mate. That was a drop of ten year malt not some blended shite."

"Fuck mate. Sorry about that."

"Well no problem I suppose mate. I'll pour you another one."

Jake picked up the bottle and re-filled Deano's glass, "There you go mate. Maybe take it a bit slower this time."

He placed it in Deano's hands and the lad's fingers seemed to take longer than necessary ensuring he had a firm grasp of the drink. Stop it you twat thought Jake. You're just imagining it. Truth to tell he liked Deano. The lad was just a bit older than Spencer and nowhere near as skinny. Could he get him pissed as he had his cousin? This time there was no Danny around.

"Cheers mate."

Jake sat down next to Deano and began sipping his drink.

"So mate. What do you fancy?"

Jake's question was as provocative and suggestive as Deano's response.

"Dunno mate. What's on offer?"

The time between exchanged sentences seemed to warp as they interacted.

"How about the footie?"

"Sounds alright to me."

Jake picked up the remote and turned the telly on in the middle of a match. For a good while the two guys watched the football. As the level in their glasses went down they topped them up. Jake realised he was getting fairly legless and he hoped the same was happening to Deano. For his part Deano was very happy. He was getting pretty mashed. He liked seeing the players on the television. Even more so when they scored and ran about the pitch with their shirts over their heads revealing their stomachs and chests. Fuck! He was even getting half hard in his jeans. The match finished and Jake turned the television off. He had had a mad idea about how he could get it on with Deano. Now all he had to do was follow it through.

"Hey Deano. There's something I wanna ask your advice about mate."

"Yeah? What's that then Jake?"

"Give us a minute and I'll show you."

"Er okay mate."

"Help yourself to more booze and I'll be back in a tick."

"Alright mate."

Jake left the room and quickly ran upstairs. He went into Danny's room and stripped off looking for the few items of clothing he needed. Deano poured more whisky in his glass and necked it. He found himself remembering that moment in the bogs in the Vic.

Watching Mickey and Gary get it on; seeing Gary slide his thick prick in and out of Mickey's mouth. Fuck that was horny. He was interrupted from his reverie by the sound of Jake coming down the stairs. He looked up as Jake walked in.

"Blimey mate. What's this all about?"

"Well mate I said I wanted your advice. So I just wondered what's the best holiday gear."

Jake was standing in front of Deano apparently just wearing a short silk robe.

"So is that what you're wearing on the beach mate?"

"Don't be a muppet mate. Hold on. Let's charge our glasses first."

Jake poured more whisky into both of their glasses. He was nervous but excited. He sipped his but was pleased to see Deano sink his glass of spirits in one.

"So mate is this what I should strut my stuff on the beach in?"

Jake loosened the belt of the robe and slipped it off his shoulders discarding it on the floor. He was just wearing a pair of baggy beach shorts. Deano was gobsmacked. This was such an exotic and horny turn on. Jake had an average build but he was more thickset than himself and certainly a lot hairier. A thick pelt of hair ran over his pecs and lightly covered his stomach with a treasure trail leading down to the top of his shorts.

"So would this be best on the beach mate?"

"Er well mate. It looks alright. Give us a 360."

"You what?"

"You know. Turn around mate. I gotta see it all so you can have my considered opinion mate."

Deano smiled at Jake who smiled back. Sheepishly Jake put his hands on his hips and slowly turned around aware of Deano looking at him. Deano let his eyes rove over Jake's body. He was feeling so very horny with all the whisky running through him and still he wasn't sure whether Jake was coming on to him or not. Jake faced Deano.

"So will these do the trick mate?"

"They seem alright. Is there an alternative?"

"Oh, yeah. There is mate."

Jake bent down to the discarded robe and reached into the pocket extracting a pair of rolled up Speedos."I thought these might be fun."

"Oh right mate."

Deano wasn't sure what to say but Jake beat him to it."Right. Another large one and then I'll get these on."

"Okay mate."

Jake leaned over and picked up the bottle replenishing both of their glasses. Then he stood up and pulled at the drawstring of the shorts. He wasn't sure how to play it now. Flash Deano and see what the lad did or draw it out for a bit longer. He decided on the latter course and turned to one side before pushing the shorts down his legs and stepping out of them. Then he bent over to pick the Speedos up making sure Deano could have a good look.

Deano was gobsmacked by what he was seeing. He supped more whisky as he watched Jake strip. The guy had a fucking lovely body. He couldn't quite understand why he was so turned on. Jake's back and arse and legs were so attractive. His mind wandered to a wank fantasy where he got off with another guy in the shower after a match. His prick was hardening but he wasn't sure what to do about it yet. Jake stepped into the Speedos and pulled them up his legs and tucked himself in them before tying the drawstring.

He turned to face Deano. "So there you go mate. What about these?"

"Well mate you'll certainly get a better tan in those. Give us a 360 again."

"Right oh."

Again Jake slowly turned around. This time his arms just hung by his sides. He was getting horny and he could feel his prick begin to thicken as he showed himself off to Deano. He faced the lad again. The guy was certainly three sheets to the wind. He was obliviously sporting an erection in his jeans and yet he was just casually lying back on the sofa. His tee-shirt was slightly rucked up showing a little of his stomach and some fuzz of hair above the button of his jeans. Once he was square on to Deano the lad smiled and as he spoke Jake watched his eyes rove down the body in front of him lingering on his groin.

"Well mate. I reckon you should stick with those mate."

"Yeah? Why's that Deano?"

"Well like I say mate you'll get a much better tan with those on. An if you go swimming they'll dry a lot quicker too."

"Good point mate. Anything else?"

Here Deano smiled and coloured slightly. "Guess they don't leave much to the imagination mate. You know. Letting the ladies know what they might be getting."

"You're right there mate. And not just the ladies."

"Whadya mean mate?"

"Well I can be a bit easy in that department mate."

"What? Like messing around with blokes as well?"

"It's been known mate."

"Serious Jake?"

Suddenly Deano was leaning forward in his seat eager to explore what has obviously been on his mind.

"Yeah Deano. It's no big thing. You know just messing around with a mate. Bet you've had thoughts mate"

As he said this Jake moved a little closer to Deano. He had managed to stop getting fully hard but there was something very erotic standing almost naked in front of another horned up person. Even more so if that person was below you. Looking up at you, fascinated, eager and hesitant at the same time.

"Yeah Jake. It's happened quite a bit recently. You know. Wondering what it might be like."

Deano was overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through him. He was rock hard yet very nervous and very excited. He glanced again at Jake's crotch. What would it be like feeling another guy? Having a cock in your hand that wasn't your own. Fuck! He was even imagining it. He made a decision.

"Fuck Jake. It's fucking warm in here. Mind if I get comfortable? A little less clothed?"

Jake was almost disappointed. He had been expecting Deano to start touching him up, copping a feel or wanking him off.

"No worries mate. I'll get another bottle for us to sink."

Jake left the room aware of Deano staring at his body. When Jake had gone Deano slipped off his trainers and socks. He pulled off his tee-shirt and then stood up albeit rather unsteadily. He un-did his belt and then the button on his jeans. Next he slid the zip down and pushed his jeans down to his ankles before stepping out of them. He sat back down on the sofa in his briefs just as Jake returned with another bottle.

"You weren't kidding about getting more comfortable Deano?"

"No Jake. It's just fucking warm right now and you've already got it easy on the clothing front."

"Got a point there mate. Right. More looney juice mate."

Jake poured more into their respective glasses. He lifted his. "Right mate. A toast. 'Being yourself'."

Deano lifted his glass and the two guys knocked them together before drinking deeply.

"So mate. Where were we? Oh yeah. Trying out stuff you've never done before. Anything you wanna try?"

Jake watched Deano as he responded. Although the lad was now almost naked his erection had subsided. Deano knew Jake was leading him on. That it was up to him to make the first move but only if he wanted to.

"Well I saw two guys at it recently and that really got me going. Didn't know that could be so horny."

"So d'you wanna give it a try? You know. Have a bit of an experiment? Like I say mate. I'm easy."

Deano turned to face Jake. He finished his glass.

"Yeah alright I do."

Jake settled himself down on the sofa. "Alright Deano. See this body? Do what you like mate."

Hesitantly Deano lifted his hand and then placed it on Jake's crotch. He began fondling the guy, massaging his shaft and balls. Jake watched Deano as the lad groped him. At last he was getting what he wanted. The question was how far could he get the lad to go? Slowly his cock stiffened. Deano felt Jake's prick get stiff as he felt the guy up. It was so weird. Here he was doing to another guy what he would normally do only to himself. His fingers ran back and forth along Jake's shaft enjoying turning another guy on.

"Does that feel good Jake?"

"You're doing a great job Deano. Just keep messing around with me."

"Can I get it out Jake?"

"I ain't gonna stop you mate."

Deano reached for the drawstring on Jake's Speedos and pulled it. He slid his fingers down inside the trunks and grasped Jake's shaft. He pulled it so that it was now pointing straight up, the head sticking out over the waistband.

"Lift your arse up Jake. I wanna get you bollock naked."

Jake did as Deano asked and the lad gripped the waistband of his Speedos and started pulling them down. Once they were around his knees Jake lifted his legs and Deano pulled them clear, discarding them as easily as he had his own clothes. Jake settled back on the sofa Deano looked at the man he had just stripped. There he was. Bollock naked with a rock hard prick. What did he want to do? Jake had said he could do anything he liked. He started by wrapping his fist round Jake's cock. He pulled down exposing the head of the hard cock in front of him.

Then still retaining his grip he slid his hand up the shaft re-covering the crown. He repeated this slowly and firmly a number of times.

"Is that good Jake?"

"That's fucking lovely Deano. You just enjoy all you want to do mate."

Deano wanked Jake for a while. It felt so wrong and yet so right having another guy’s cock in his hand. He did to Jake all that he wanted somebody to do to him. His prick was getting hard now. He wanted to take things further.

"Can I suck it mate?"

"Yeah mate. Enjoy it. Play with it."

Deano leaned forward and opened his mouth as he slid his lips over Jake's thick shaft. He bobbed his head up and down as he took Jake's prick in his mouth. He could taste the salty pre-cum but didn't care. He was so pissed he wasn't even bothered if he got a mouth full of come. There was something good about this man to man thing. He pulled himself away from Jake's cock head and began licking the shaft and then sliding his tongue towards Jake's balls. He ran his tongue over first one and then the other. He lifted his head momentarily and looked at Jake.

“Mate. Why don't you turn and lie along the sofa? Then I could really get in there.”

“Sure Deano, whatever you want.”