Gay Erotic Stories

Mickey crossed the square and walked towards the arches. He wanted to arrange some fun with Gary. Just thinking about the time in the bog in the Vic was getting him half hard. He walked inside and looked around.

"Gary?"

A figure slid out from under a car.

"Wotcha Mickey."

"Oh hi Minty. Is Gary about?"

"No mate. He's got the morning off. Can I help?"

"Thanks but no mate. I'll catch you later. Bye."

"Alright mate. Seeya."

Minty slid back under the car and Mickey turned back towards the square. He quickly crossed it and knocked on the door of the flat that Gary and Minty shared.

Gary had woken late. He had had a long shower and after toweling himself down wrapped his robe around him. He walked into the front room and slumped on the sofa. He was horny. Fuck. He was always horny. He considered putting some porn on but decided just to have a bloody good wank. He slid one hand inside his robe and began running it over his chest. He squeezed first one nipple and then the other. His flaccid cock began to thicken and harden. He remembered all the fun he had had with other guys; his last frantic session with Mickey. He'd never really thought about the roles people liked to adopt about sex. Passive or active. Dominant or submissive. He knew he liked to be the guy in control. He pulled the tie holding his robe closed and opened it so his cock was released. He wrapped his fist around his cock and started wanking, long and slow strokes encompassing the whole length of his shaft. What he wanted now was a guy on his cock. Riding him with their hard cocks rubbing against his belly. He was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Fuck! He was just getting into his wank. Reluctantly he pulled his robe around him and tied the belt. He got up and went into the hallway and opened the door.

"Wotcha Gary."

A broad grin crossed Gary's face.

"Wotcha Mickey. Wot brings you here?"

"I just saw Minty and he said you were home this morning. Thought I'd come and seeya."

"Alright mate. Come in."

Mickey walked inside followed by Gary. He hadn't really got a battle plan but he reckoned Gary would be up for some fun this morning.

"Sorry to be a pain mate but would you mind taking your trainers off? We've got a fucker of a landlord who's a bit precious about his carpets."

"No problem mate. Makes sense to me."

"Cool. Why not go the whole hog and go barefoot like me? It's pretty comfy mate."

Mickey pulled his socks off and tucked them into his trainers. He stood up and faced Gary who had sat down on the settee.

"So Mickey. Up for doing what I want you to?"

"Er I think I am mate."

"Yeah? Do you like doing what you're told?"

"I reckon I'm up for that."

"Okay. Take your tee-shirt off."

Mickey took hold of the hem of his tee-shirt and lifted it up over his torso. Once past his head he discarded it on the floor.

"You've got a nice body mate. Bring it a bit nearer."

Mickey walked towards Gary who was looking relaxed on the settee. He was sat back, legs apart. Mickey glanced down and could see the beginnings of an erection under Gary's robe. Once he was close he stopped, wondering where events would turn next. Gary felt smug. He reckoned he could do anything he wanted to with Mickey. Time to start finding out where the borders began and finished.

"Mmmm. You look good Mickey."

Gary lifted his hands up and put them on Mickey's hips. He slid them up over the lads stomach and then over his chest.

"Nice and hairy mate."

His fingers touched Mickey's nipples and ran over them feeling them harden. He gently squeezed them watching the expression on Mickey's face. The lad's face contorted slightly; a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Like that Mickey?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's better. Okay. Turn around."

Mickey did as he was told. Gary's hands touched the back of his thighs and slid upwards until they were grasping his arse. He squeezed his cheeks, digging his fingers in. Mickey didn't say a word. Gary was rock hard now, his prick was tenting his robe. He reckoned he could do whatever he wanted to do to Mickey. Just the idea of having that much control over another man was so horny. An idea suddenly came to him.

"Put your hands behind your back Mickey."

Mickey did as he was told as Gary took his hands from his mate's arse. He undid his robe and slid the tie from its loops. Gary wrapped the tie around Mickey's wrists and knotted it.

"That's better mate. Now turn around."

Again, without saying anything, Mickey did as he was told.

"Nice mate. Now you're all mine to play with."

He glanced down at Mickey's crotch and saw the bulge there.

"Looks like you're quite excited about the idea as well mate aren't you?"

"Yes Sir."

Gary put his hands on Mickey's inner thighs and ran them upwards until they met over the lad's contained erection.

"Better see what's going on in here I think mate."

Gary slid Mickey's zip down and slipped his fingers inside which then ran up the length of his pal's hard cock.

"Nice and horny mate; better get a better look I reckon."

Gary manoeuvred Mickey's shaft out of his flies. He ran the tips of his fingers back and forth along either side of the hard cock. Gradually he applied more pressure so that as his fingers moved towards Mickey's body they pulled the lad's foreskin back. Once the head of his cock was exposed Gary leaned forward and stuck his tongue out. He drew it up along the underneath of Mickey's crown and looked up happy to see the lad stood there with his eyes closed. He repeated the action several times and was rewarded by the taste of pre-cum on his tongue. That was enough of a cue so he licked his lips and then pursed them before sliding over the end of Mickey's knob and then gradually engulfed a good length of the lad's cock in his mouth. Keeping his lips tight he pulled back but didn't allow Mickey's cock to leave his mouth. He moved forwards again and then back getting Mickey's cock slick with spit. Looking up again he could see that Mickey still had his eyes closed albeit there was an expression of rapt pleasure across his face. Still mustn't let the lad get off too soon. He pulled back and let the lad's cock fall from his mouth.

"That's enough pleasure for you right now matey. Time to give some back to Master Gary. Let's see you on your knees now mate."

Mickey opened his eyes. This was too many of his sexual fantasies coming true at once. He had thought that Gary just liked things rough and frantic and yet he'd just shown an unexpected soft and gentle side. Mickey sank to his knees. Gary smiled as Mickey did this and parted his legs a little more. His cock was still rock hard and he opened his robe so that Mickey could see it.

"Okay my nice and dirty little horny fucker of a friend. Get your lips round my cock and give it as good as a sucking as you gave it last time."

Mickey opened his mouth and leaned towards Gary's cock. It was odd not being able to support himself, but his lips connected with Gary's cock and slid down the thick hard shaft. Gary looked down as Mickey's mouth swallowed and sucked him. Yeah this was right, a nice and willing shag pal servicing him just as he wanted. He put his hands on Mickey's head, running his fingers through the lad's hair. He held his head still and pumped upwards with his thighs. Yeah giving it to that warm and welcoming mouth. Mickey let himself be used. His cock was still rock hard. It was rubbing against the edge of the sofa and he was turned on by that roughness. Gary let go of Mickey's head and just let the lad suck on him. He slipped his arms from the sleeves of his robe and stretched them out along the back of the sofa. He looked down again at Mickey. What to get the lad to do next? He put his hands behind his knees and gradually slid back bringing his arse upwards.

“That's it Mickey. Go further down. Lick my nuts.”

Mickey leaned inwards and began running his tongue all over Gary's sac; first one ball and then the other.

“Fucking lovely mate, keep going further down. Tongue my arse.”

Mickey slid the tip of his tongue from Gary's nuts and found that dark musky hole. He pushed his tongue in.

“Oh yeah mate. Get it right in there'”

Gary put one hand on the back of Mickey's head and pulled the lad towards him feeling his tongue enter him. Gary held him there for a while enjoying the swirling motions as Mickey's tongue roved around and in him. Eventually Gary had had enough of that for a while and pulled Mickey away from him. He put his legs down.

“Time to pleasure you a bit more I guess matey.”

He stood up, naked now and moved behind Mickey. He slid his hands under the guy's armpits and brought him to his feet. He ran his tongue over the lad's neck, nuzzling and biting it. He slipped his hands across his hairy chest and once again squeezed each nipple until they were hard. He slid his hands down across Mickey's stomach and un-did his belt followed by his jeans. Mickey's cock had become hard again and with one hand Gary pushed the jeans down and with the other he slowly fisted the lad's erect cock. Behind him Mickey could feel Gary's firm cock. He gripped it as well as he could with his tied hands and squeezed and wanked it. As his jeans slid to his ankles he stepped out of them. Now as naked as Gary. Gary had one hand on Mickey's shaft and the other was cupping and massaging his nuts.

“Like that Mickey?”

“Oh yes Sir.”

“Let go of my cock for a second my horny lad.”

Mickey did as he was told and Gary began sliding it up the crack of Mickey's arse.

“Want this inside you matey.”

Yes I do Sir.”

“Good one matey ‘cos that's what you're gonna get.”

Gary ran his cock up and down Mickey's crack. The pre-cum he was leaking was a start to getting it wet but he wanted to get the lad nice and slick. He moved round to face Mickey and got down on his knees. He put his hands on the lad's hips and began licking all the way up from his balls, along the length of his shaft and then swirled his tongue around the head. He then repeated the action in the opposite direction and sucked on Mickey's nuts eliciting moans from the guy. He looked up at Mickey.

"You'll like this matey."

He stuck his middle finger in his mouth and once it was wet with spit he pushed it up between Mickey's cheeks into his hole.

"Oh fuck Gary. I mean, oh fuck Sir."

Gary pushed his finger in as far in as he could and then withdrew it. He kept doing this with one hand whilst with the other he drew back Mickey's foreskin and began circling his tongue around the crown of Mickey's cock. He ran his tongue along the underside and then pursed his lips and let the O shape he had formed slide down the length of the lad's shaft. Mickey couldn't help himself. Gary's finger fucking him and his wet mouth sucking him was just too much.

"I'm coming Sir."

Gary smiled to himself and quickly pulled his mouth away from Mickey's end. He used his hand and caught the hot come that fired from Mickey.

"Just what I need Mickey lad."

He stood up and pushed Mickey towards the table. Once close enough he had Mickey bend over. Then he smeared the lad's fuck juice over his hole. He took hold of his own cock and ran it around the moist hole and then he pushed it inside Mickey.

"Oh yes. Fuckin' lovely."

His cock slid easily into Mickey. He gripped the lad's bound wrists and pulled himself deeply into him.

"Oh fuck Sir. You feel fuckin' huge."

Mickey was caught between the slow release of having just shot his load and the feelings that were stirring in him again as Gary fucked him. Impossibly he felt his cock begin to stir again. Gary's shaft bored all the way into him. Gary let go of Mickey's wrists and held the lad's hips. He shoved his way as deeply as he could into the lad. Then he slowly withdrew and then pushed forcefully into him again. He gradually built up speed. Fucking Mickey was bloody ace!

"Like it Mickey? Like me pounding my way into you?"

"Oh yes Sir. That prick of yours feels so good."

Mickey's own cock was hard again now. He couldn't believe how quickly he'd got stiff again.

"Will you un-tie me Sir?"

"What for boy?"

"I want you to hold down my arms and shoulders while you fuck me."

"You are one dirty fucker Mickey. Yeah of course."

Gary un-did the tie and pushed Mickey's arms forwards. He held them down on the table as he leaned over the guy. His stomach was pressed against the lad's back as he slid in and out of him. He was entering the guy's arse all the way up to his nuts. This was fucking fantastic. His hips bucked back and forth as he fucked Mickey. He began licking the lad's neck, taking small bites which elicited moans from the lad he had pinned below him.

"So want me to shoot it lad? Want me to blow my load inside you?"

"Oh fuck, yes Sir. Wanna feel you blow your load in me."

With a surge of complete horniness coursing through him Gary sped up his pace. His hips were racing back and forth, he was sweating like the animal he was. One arm was turned so that his forearm held Mickey down across the shoulders whilst the other hand grabbed the lad's hair and pulled his head back.

"Take it you dirty fucker."

Gary was panting heavily as he screwed Mickey. Both of the guys were slick with sweat. Gary came first.

"Yes, yes. Oh you dirty cunt. Have my fuckin' load."

He stood upright as his sac emptied into Mickey. As Mickey felt the soft explosion of his shag pal he too blew his nut. His come spattered the underside of the table and the floor. Gary lay on top of him. He kissed him tenderly before slowly withdrawing.

"Come here you."

He wrapped his arms around Mickey and they sat together on the sofa embracing.

Kevin Wicks waited as the tube train stopped and got into the crowded compartment. It was only one stop away from Walford station but he was feeling too lazy to walk that distance. In a sardine-like fashion he positioned himself inside the carriage and waited for the inevitable jerk as the train started moving. He looked at the lad in front of him and with a shock of recognition realised that it was Martin Fowler. He manoeuvred himself closer to the lad.

"Wotcha Martin. Alright?"

Martin turned towards the guy behind him.

"Oh wotcha Kevin. Yeah alright mate. Going home?"

"Yeah next stop mate. Just like you."

The train lurched into motion and they were momentarily pressed against each other. Kevin's hand brushed Martin's crotch and he smiled to himself wondering if he could be cheeky enough to cop a feel while they were on the train. Martin noticed Kevin's hand as it briefly crossed the front of his trackies but he didn't think anything of it. Then suddenly the train abruptly halted. The two men were thrown close to each other and Kevin let his palm firmly encompass Martin's cock and balls. As they righted themselves he lessened the pressure of his touch but didn't take his hand away. Martin was shocked. Kevin had definitely just touched him up! His hand was still suspiciously close to his cock. Then Kevin closed his hand feeling the firmness of Martin's shaft. He looked at Martin.

"Bloody crowded in 'ere mate."

"Yeah. Right Kevin."

Martin's cock began to firm up. He couldn't help himself. This was so public and so horny.

"Tell you what Martin. I've got something to show you."

"Oh yeah? What's that then?"

Still keeping one hand on Martin Kevin reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He navigated to the picture library and brought up a picture of Martin and Bradley. The two of them were lying naked on beanbags in the shed in the allotment. They were wanking themselves. Kevin pressed a button on his phone and the next picture appeared. This time Martin had his hand around Bradley’s cock. Kevin pressed the button once more. This time Martin could be clearly seen with his lips around Bradley’s cock. Martin’s own cock was hardening at the sight of these pictures. He wasn’t helped by Kevin gently playing with him. The tips of Kevin’s fingers squeezing the tip of Martin’s cock. Kevin put his phone back in his pocket.

“Pretty good snapshots eh Martin?

“Yeah. Not bad Kevin.”

In the crush of bodies Kevin reached for Martin’s hand which was by his side. He took it and brought it towards his own hardening cock. He pressed Martin’s hand against his crotch.

“It can be fun playing around mate.”

Martin got the idea straight away and began to touch up Kevin.

“Why don’t you come over to the port-a-cabin this evening mate? I’ll show you the rest of my pictures, oh and the vids I took.”

“Er yeah alright Kevin.”

The train lurched into motion and quickly made the two minute journey to Walford. During that time Kevin and Martin didn’t speak but carefully felt each other up. Neither gave away any sign of what was going on but by the time the train doors opened Martin’s trackies had a circular damp patch at the front and Kevin’s erect thick prick would have been obvious to anybody that looked down. They tumbled out of the carriage.

“Right Martin. I’ll see you about eight mate. Come dressed like you are lad. Alright?

“Okay Kevin.”

They walked off in different directions.