Gay Erotic Stories

All the writers like to spell out how that day started so I will also even though I am not much of a writer. It started cold and cloudy and not at all like a summer day.

“Get up, Bob! Please dust down my car as I don’t want Wendy Klutson to tell everyone I can’t even keep my car clean.”

That voice and that request came from my Mom’s lips and then I realized that this was the Friday Mom was going to North Hollywood to stay for the week-end. All the details of the visit had also slipped my mind but I did know that it was something about the son of Wendy, whom I was in the habit of calling Aunt Wendy, was getting married. Of course I mean the mother was the one I called Aunt Wendy, not the son, whose name is Justin, and will be the subject of another story sometime soon.

The requested task was quickly done as Mom’s car gets a free car wash every time she has something done to it at the local Cadillac dealer and it is almost too spotless to be viewed a well used car by a women’s club member like my Mom is. The car is one year old.

Let me digress a few lines… I get plenty of sex when Mom is home but I get an extra large helping when she has left town on one of her visitations.

As Mom drove away, I pocketed the two clean twenty dollar bills she always thinks I might need and got out my older Mustang that could have benefited more from my slight efforts than the Caddy did.

First I called Carl, the next door neighbor’s boy, and he came over for coffee and toast. Carl had just broken up with his lover boy and was in the mood for a naked 69 on my unmade bed. Afterwards, I suggested that we go to the nude beach that Southern California is somewhat famous for but Carl said he had plans to spend time with Carter, the older man across the alley, and he begged off going with me. Carter is quite skilled at anal intercourse so I knew what those two would be doing.

Getting to Black’s Beach, the nude beach I plan to tell you about, is easy for me. I live several miles north of the beach and often go there just to pick up guys at the top of the cliff after they have struggled up. I won’t go into all that right now as that day I wanted to climb down the cliff and enjoy the beach itself.

Surfing is good at Black’s so there are guys and some girls in various stages of dress from full body wet suits to g strings and even less. Boys who plan to surf carry their wet suits down the cliff and change into them behind the rocks at the base of the cliffs.

I finally got to the beach and as I wandered around I met up with a guy who was naked and also wandering. We went behind some big rocks and got our rocks off. It was a good sign that I had picked a good day for Black’s Beach. Once I was naked and had put my skimpy clothes in my back pack, I fit in very well with the other naked guys on the sand.

If a guy knows where to look he will find sex affairs going on that can be watched or even joined into. That is how I met Andy, a tall gangling kid that was quite adequate in his sex equipment and a good talker also. It was Andy who pointed out my Mexican surfer boy for me and told me how to meet up with him behind some big rocks where he would be taking off his wet suit. Andy had great praise for the Mexican boy and I was intrigued to meet up with him.

Going up the beach to a less busy part, I saw the big rocks that Andy told me about. Walking around and over some of those boulders, I came upon my target boy who was just getting ready to remove his wet suit.

“Hey, Kid. How about a hand rolling his suit off?” the young kid asked me. I say younger as he looked a little younger than my and I am over 19 years old.

I moved my naked body into the space behind the really large rock the boy was behind and followed his instructions to where the boy was also stark naked in front of me.

“I could sure use a good blow job,” the boy announced as he turn to show me his stiff eight inch cock with the black pubes. I, thinking that a mutual party was in the works, knelt and took him into my mouth and found it very satisfying.

All I could say at that time was “Mmmmmmmmmmmm!”

“I figured you to be a queer fag,” surfer boy stated. As I looked up at him, the boy slapped my face twice. “You do as you are told, fag boy, or I will beat the shit out of you!” I was in the hands of a domineering want to be master and there was little I could do about it. The boy grasped me by my ears and began to deep throat face fucking my mouth. This boy had had experience.

When I finally was free of that young thick hard fuck tool from my oral cavity, I started to speak but my master stopped me when he said, “All I want from your moth, fairy boy, is a place to put my man tool or a place to get my a-hole cleaned out.” Saying this, the boy turned and forced my face into his ass crack and I, as a matter of habit, began to lick and suck on his crinkly black hair covered anal pucker . I know some guys don’t like to read about gross stuff but I do have to tell my readers that the surfer boy knew how to humiliate me even more by blowing a couple wet farts in my face. My cock could not get any harder, I thought but that sure made it try.

After a fairly long session of rimming the boy, he pulled away and ordered me to stand and bend over and grab my ankles. I heard a condom package being torn open while a finger was being used to open my anus. Where he had kept that condom I still am wondering.

The boy reached down and took my nut sack in his hand and squeezed it hard. That hurt but that was his intention. “Now, fuck boy, I’m gonna fuck you hard. If you don’t help by wiggling that butt of yours, I’m gonna squeeze your balls til you pass out…It is simply up to you.” The boy’s quite impressive cockhead forced it’s way into my anal canal and was soon balls deep inside of me.

Not wanting to feel that ball squeeze again, I wiggled and waggled my butt and found that I even enjoyed the way he was screwing my glory hole.

“Wow! I am cumming, fag boy! Arrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!” The boy loaded his condom full, I was sure. As he pulled out, the boy continued, “How was that? I started to reply that I had enjoyed every moment of it when I heard three other voices reply that each had enjoyed the show. I looked behind us and there indeed were three guys…two white and one chocolate brown. They were all stark naked as we were and they all had steel hard cock rods in their hands.

“You always put on a good show, Miguel,” the black guy said with a laugh.

“Yeah, Miguel, when you get done with them we know there is no sex act they can refuse us when we get our hands on them.” This was by the oldest of the trio who was no more than nineteen like me.

The surfer boy stepped aside and I was then fucked by the three guys who had been our audience. The black guy with his nine and a half incher was last and he split his condom during a particularly vicious assault on my colon and I could feel his hot cum spraying my gut walls.

The black guy, laughed as he looked at the damaged condom and said, “That’s the first time I found a guy’s asshole so good I broke my rubber in it.” The rest of the guys laughed except me since I was hoping he was clean.

Once it was over, all four of the guys left me without a word of thanks for the pleasure I am sure I gave them. I got dressed from my back pack and climbed up the cliff, very carefully and very tenderly since my butt hole really hurt.

At the parking place on the cliff top I saw my car. The three guys were thumbing rides from cars pulling out in the afternoon sun. Andy was there but he had a car and then I saw my first sex partner of the day and he had a motorcycle.

When the three guys saw me get into my Mustang they moved over to where I was but then I saw Miguel so I beckoned for the Mexican to get in my car and we took off.

“I live down by the border,” Miguel said. “Stop at that McDonalds and get me a couple of Big Macs, a coke and some fries and I’ll let you suck me off again when we get to my place.” Miguel settled back convinced his order would be filled.

I knew what I wanted and I pulled up to the outside drive-up window with a big smile on my face.