Gay Erotic Stories

With the onset of summer, we started using the pool at home more often. The beaches were getting crowded, all the young kids running around getting on our nerves. On one 30-degree day, Andrew, our next-door neighbour, who was the same age as me, stuck his head over the fence, and asked if he could join us. Naturally, with him being a spunk, we said yes. He arrived in a pair of cut-offs and a singlet. He had just arrived home from work, and wanted a swim before he even contemplated going inside to get changed. I was sitting around the edge of the pool in a pair of white Speedo's. I liked white, but only wore them around home. They always seemed a bit 'posey' to my way of thinking, and I felt self-conscious in them when in public, due to the obvious show they put on, so didn't wear them to the beach. Pete had talked me into cutting the modesty panel out, which I had done. When they were wet, my cock and balls were on display for all to see. Pete loved it! I had shaved my pubes off for summer, so got a nice clean line under them. Pete, as usual, was looking like a hunk in a pair of pale blue Speedo's, also with the modesty panel removed. He bulged at the best of times, and the nylon just seemed to emphasise his fantastic cock and balls. The particular pair he had on today were getting a bit ratty, which made them look really horny on his stocky body, riding down on his slim hips, emphasising his butt. When they were wet, he looked like full-erection material. His cock and balls fully outlined by the blue nylon, his cheeks perfectly separated by the wet fabric, the legs slightly gaping from age and wear, a hint of his balls and the head of his cock as he walked around the yard. I had sucked him off a couple of times through them, tasting the chlorine mixed with his sweat, his cum, his suntan lotion. When Andrew arrived, Pete was sprawled on a towel in the sun, the mounds of his butt encased in the still-damp nylon. I noticed Andrew taking a good look, and then turning his eyes to me, giving me the once over. 'I haven't got my swimmers on,' he stated. 'Hope you guys don't mind me in my Calvin's!' He dropped his shorts before anyone replied - as if we would complain. 'I've been sweating like a bastard. Can't wait to hit that cool water.' He wandered towards where I was sitting on the edge of the pool. His Calvin's were damp with perspiration, and you could see the more than ample bulge of his cock and balls encased in the sweaty cotton. They were emphasised by the sweat, and a hint of his head was obvious through the fabric, near the fly. He reached the edge of the pool, stretching down with his hand and slightly lifting the bulge of cock and ball, as if to free it. He dived into the pool, the mound of his buttocks quickly glimpsed as they slid beneath the water, and he splashed around for a few minutes, coming over to the edge for a quick rest. He poked his head right between my legs, which were dangling in the water, peering straight at my crotch. 'Don't leave much to the imagination, do you Greg?' he asked, staring straight at my very-obviously-on-show cock. I smiled. 'Coming in to join me?' he said, pushing himself back on his back to float away from the wall. The prominence of his cotton-clad cock came into view, water running off it, causing the cotton to mould itself over the bulge. The briefs were now transparent, and his cock was starting to get hard, pressing itself against the wet fabric, slowly unfolding to its full length. He flipped himself onto his stomach, and started to swim away, his equally presented butt moving quietly through the water. I dived from the edge, and started to follow him. I dived down to the bottom of the pool, and watched as Andrew swam above me. His erect cock was on full show from below, and I reached up my hand and grasped it, feeling my own rising to attention. He ducked his head and looked down at me, and I felt him push his bulge down into my hand. I surfaced, to find him pressing himself against me. 'I've wanted to fuck you and your brother for so long,' he whispered into my ear. 'You are such fuckable boys. I wank over you all the time. I even sneak your swimmers and jocks off the clothes line sometimes, just to be able to wear them for a quick tug.' He smiled at me, treading water as he spoke, his free hand kneading my cock through my Speedos'. 'I've even had to rewash a few things, after I've blown all over them,' he said, still smiling. I smiled back. It made me really horny to think of this hunky neighbour wanking and blowing his load in my jocks. I'd thought about doing him myself on several occasions, but thought he was straight! Pete was going to enjoy this too, I thought, as he had mentioned on several occasions how Andy was maturing into a bit of a spunk. We worked our way up to the shallow end of the pool. Pete was facing away from us, so couldn't see what was going on. I reached into the fly on Andrew's briefs, and felt the smoothness of his throbbing cock. I ran my hand under his balls, feeling there weight, running them lightly around in my palm, the light fuzz of hair on them tickling my hand. He sighed, then sat up and pushed his hand down the top of my swimmers, pulling my cock out. He ducked his head down and took my cock in his mouth, pushing the full length down his throat, stimulating the underside of my shaft with his tongue. He pushed the Speedo waistband down under my balls, causing them to drape over the top, slightly pushed out from the angle they were now at. I felt his cock get harder, throb a bit more as my hand wanked him. This boy was really horny! He sucked on my cock, rubbing my balls lightly as they draped over the waistband, letting his fingers creep up the back of the trunks, massaging my butt through the wet nylon, probing my hole with his fingers. I pushed him back on the edge of the pool, my cock leaving his mouth with an audible 'plop'. He leaned back. His whole huge erection and balls were on full show through the wet cotton. A slight secretion of cum sat where the head poked forward through the briefs. I put my lips around it, slowly sucking it off. Shit, didn't it taste good! I massaged his balls with my other hand, kneading them in my palm. He grabbed the fabric between his legs, and pulled it up, causing a ball to pop out on each side of the legs. I ducked my head between them, muzzling each ball in turn. He sighed noisily, and I glimpsed Pete looking over, seeing what was going on. I reached into Andrew's fly, and pulled out his red, throbbing cock. I crouched over him, and then shoved the hot shaft up the leg of my Speedo's, causing his cock to rub up against mine over the waistband. I reached down through the waist of my Speedo's, gripping our cocks together, running my hand up and down them, wanking them together, watching a thin dribble of cum on the head of his spread over onto mine, creating a thin sheen down both shafts. I then reached down, pushed his a bit away from mine, and wrapped my balls around the head of his cock, rubbing them softly over the head. I could feel his pre-cum dribbling over them. Looking down I could see he was in ecstasy. Suddenly Pete appeared at the edge of the pool, looking down. His own erect cock was prominent up the leg of his Speedo's, and from where he was sprawled on the concrete; Andrew had a full-on look at it. He reached up his hand, slowly running it up the length of Pete's cock. Pete smiled. A drizzle of cum showed through the pale blue Speedo's, and he suddenly crouched down over Andrew's face. Andrew reached up his hands, spread Pete's nylon clad butt cheeks, pushed them apart, then buried his face in the nylon, sucking hard. Pete groaned. His cock was so hard that it pushed out both the leg and the waistband of his Speedo's, his rock-hard shaft prominently displayed. He had his hands on each side of Andrew, leaning over to allow Andrew to push the nylon tighter into his butt. Andrew was sucking furiously, and Pete pushed his chest forward in pleasure. I ran my fingers lightly up the length of Pete's cock, teasing the shaft and head through the gaping fabric, then used my fingertips to work the flowing pre-cum over the fabric. Pete blew! Great wads of thick, ropey cum squeezing its way out through the nylon, soaking it, making a sticky transparency over the swimmers. I reached my mouth down to it, sucking the salty fluid off the Speedo's, watching Pete jerk and ejaculate more. Andrew reached around with his hands, and grabbed Pete's cock, pulling it out the leg of his Speedo's, and thrusting it in his mouth, sucking out the last of the cum. Andrew rolled onto his back, thrusting his arse at me. 'Fuck me Greg! Shove that hard cock of yours right up me! Ram me hard, you fucking spunk! Dump a huge load up me! Make me cum in bucket loads!' It was an invitation I wasn't about to say no to. Pete lay back, relaxing for a minute after his cum explosion, watching me and grinning. I grabbed Andrews’s hips, and buried my face in the still-wet cotton of his briefs. I could smell the male of him, and it made my cock leap hard to attention. I tongued his crack through the fabric, and then slowly started to work the waistband down over his hips. His arse was literally begging for a good fucking, and every time I bent down to lick his throbbing hole, he would push back onto my tongue, working his hips up and down to give his hole a good basting with my spit. I pushed the cheeks apart, and probed the hole; pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. He moaned. Pete moved himself to take Andrew's cock into his mouth, and I could hear the moans as Pete started to slam it down his throat. 'Get into me!' Andrew yelled, 'For God's sake, ram me with that rod of yours!' I moved back, and pushed my Speedo's down far enough to get them out of the way. I spat on my cock, and rubbed the spit up and down my now huge shaft. I could feel the warmth before I even got near his hole. I placed the head of my cock just at the entrance, and rubbed it up and down, letting him know it was there and was getting ready to give him some pleasure. He reached back, and spread his cheeks for me, but I slapped his hands away, and spread them myself. I could hear his heavy breathing. I inched my hips forward a fraction, and pushed. The whole head disappeared into his hole, and I felt the muscle clench around it. Before I knew it, Andrew shoved himself back, and my whole shaft disappeared up his butt. The sudden rush into his muscled void caused me to gasp, and I heard my balls slap him between the legs, then felt his hand gently muzzling them as they swung backward and forward. Pete's hand joined them, and suddenly I felt my balls being mauled from all directions. I started to plunge my cock backward and forwards in Andrews dream of an arse. It was tight, warm and moist, and I could feel my cock responding to the heat, could feel the pleasure building up. I would draw myself almost all the way out, then with a forward lean would slide back in again. I pulled right out a couple of times, then jammed my cock in, down the full length of my shaft, ramming hard against him. It didn't seem to matter how hard or how fast I fucked him, he just wanted more. Pete moved behind me, and started to chew out my arse as I fucked Andrew's. I could feel his probing tongue, his sucking mouth. He stood up behind me, and slipped his now erect cock between my legs, probing my balls with his moist head. He reached around me and started to massage my nipples, a favourite spot for me. He ran his fingers gently around the mounds, nipping them occasionally with his fingers. I felt him run his hands down the full length of my chest, softly muzzling the trail of hair from my belly button to my shaft. He reached down a bit more, allowing my cock to slide between his fingers as it moved in and out of Andrews arse. Whenever I pulled all the way out, he would quickly massage the head of my cock, then by leaning on me, would push me all the way back in. With the feel of his erection sliding between my legs, and my balls being pounded by his cock head, it was one hell of an experience. 'When you blow in Andrew's arse, little brother, I want you to pull out before you dump the full load. I want to taste that boy’s arse on you dick while I suck the rest of the load out of you!' That was all the encouragement I needed. I felt the pressure build up in my balls. 'I'm gonna dump my load up your arse any second now!' I whispered into Andrew's ear, and saw him nod, unable to speak from the peak he was in. I pulled all the way out. And Pete grabbed the head as it exited the hole, rubbing it hard. The explosion happened so quickly, I almost didn't get back in, but Pete shoved me hard with his hips, and I slid back into the hole, cumming as it plunged forward into the warmth. I yelled, and then pulled out. Pete spun me around, and took my still erupting cock into his mouth, swallowing hard as the load pumped into it. I felt Andrew collapse on the ground behind me. Pete grabbed my butt, pushing my cock deep down his throat, sucking the full length of it. At last, sated, he took it out. 'You sure taste good!' he said to Andrew, smiling. He lay down on the concrete edging to the pool, and I collapsed next to him, laying my head on his chest. He stroked my hair, and then beckoned Andrew over to join us. Andrew stepped out of his briefs, and picked up Pete's Speedo's as he moved over to us, as he slipped his legs into them, and cupping his cock and balls hard as he pulled them up. 'Just knowing that you've had them on, while I was getting off with you, is enough to get me going again!' he said, laying down next to Pete. Pete picked up the Calvin's, and standing for a second, slipped them on. 'I'll give them back to you later,' he said to Andrew. 'A little something for you to wear to bed tonight!' He lay down between us, and we all cuddled up for a few minutes. 'Anyone for a swim?' Andrew asked. 'Yeah, let's have a quick dip,' Pete replied, 'But I'd like you to wear those cut-offs. You are one hot look in those. You must drive the guys on your construction site mad wearing things like that. Do you wear a strap under them?' 'Sure do!' Andrew replied. 'In fact, I've got today's in my bag over there. Want me to get it?' 'Sure. Why not?' Pete replied, watching the guy's butt in his Speedo's as he wandered over to the bag he had dumped near the front gate. He rummaged in it for a second, and then returned, a jockstrap dangling from his hand. As he passed Pete, he draped it over his face, and Pete moaned, gripping it to his nose and inhaling deeply. Andrew picked up the cut-offs, removed Pete's Speedo's, and was about to step into them. He paused, and then said to Pete 'Want to put the strap on for you as well?' 'I reckon Greg might like to wear this,' Pete said, looking at me as he dangled the jockstrap from his hand. 'He's the expert in jockstraps in this house. Shit, none of my used ones are safe!' he laughed. Andrew pulled the cut-offs up, and you had to admire how hot he looked in them. His balls, unsupported, draped out the leg on one side, and the head of his cock draped out the other. They clung to his butt, giving prominence to each cheek. At the front, the metal button on the waistband was gone, so the waist also gaped open, revealing his treasure trail of dark hair. I could see Pete's cock getting hard again in Andrew's Calvin's. He threw the jockstrap to me, and I stood up, aware that I was also getting hard again. I took the jock. It was soaked with sweat, as was to be expected in this heat. I placed my hand in the pouch. Though it looked filthy, it was just very old, very stained. It was frayed at the edges, and the pouch was coming away at both waist and leg strap. There was a ladder right up the middle of it, and how it supported the size and weight of Andrew's cock and balls was beyond me. He must spend all day adjusting himself! I smiled at the thought of what that must do to the guys he worked with! I slipped my legs into the damp straps, and pulled the jock up, my erect cock jumping out the side of the pouch as I pulled the waistband into position. Andrew laughed. 'Does exactly the same thing with mine. I should get another one for work, but…well… a couple of the guys like it the way it is, so I wear it just for them.' Pete smiled. 'Come over here and sit down,' he said, patting the towel next to him. Andrew obliged. Pete reached between Andrew's legs, and started to massage the head of his cock, now poking erectly from the leg. Andrew sighed, and started to rub Pete's cock through the Calvin's, watching as it got harder and harder. I wandered over, and stood above them. Pete moved his head, and buried his nose into the sweaty pouch enclosing my balls. My erect cock had no hope of being restrained in the aged pouch. Pete unbuttoned the fly on Andrew's shorts, and pulled his erect cock out, freeing it to get a better grip. He started to slowly wank Andrew, running his hand lightly but firmly up and down the smooth shaft. Andrew reached his hand into the fly on his briefs, sitting low on Pete's hips, and pushed Pete's cock out over the top of the waistband, pulling the briefs down below his balls. He started to wank Pete, using the same slow, firm motion Pete was using on him. The head of both cocks glistened in the sun, and sweat started to run down our bodies. 'Hey, I'm feeling a bit left out over here,' I said, moving to stand between them. 'Crouch down,' Pete said. I did. Andrew let go of Pete's cock, and grabbed mine instead. He bent forward quickly, and buried his face in the pouch of his jock, currently supporting my balls. 'Is that what I smell like? Damn, that's hot, especially mixed with your scent!' he said, rubbing my cock a bit quicker. Pete reached over and gripped Andrew's cock, and we all started to wank each other in unison. We were all breathing heavily, hands occasionally dipping down to cup and massage balls, then resuming the strokes, moving up over the head, rubbing the free-flowing pre-cum over the top of the shaft, drawing the sticky fluid down. I felt Pete starting to swell, his shaft engorging itself, getting thicker and longer. Suddenly, he drew in a deep breath, and Andrew and I watched as the thick, milky cum flowed out the eye of his cock and over my hand. I milked him for all it was worth, and heard Andrew gasp. I turned to see the stream of cum running down over Pete's hand. I couldn't hold back. As the cum erupted from the head of my cock, I pulled it out of Andrew's hand and slammed it on his chest. A stream of cum covered him from neck to waist. I ran the pouch of his jock over the stream of cum, and then worked it into the jock. Andrew started to lick his hand, slurping the cum off his fingers. Pete reached over and started to lick the drips off Andrew's legs and balls, and then I started in on Pete, sucking the salty fluid off the now drooping length of his shaft. We all fell back onto the concrete, breathing deeply. 'Now, does anyone really want to go for a swim this time,' Pete asked. We all laughed. 'Yeah, definitely a swim,' I replied. 'Can I keep your jock? I'll swap you for one of mine,' I asked. 'Get the guys at work to mess up another one. Then you can return it to me, and tell me what it's been up to while I get off in it!' 'Sounds good to me,' Andrew replied. 'Only, can I have your Speedo's as well. Every time I have them on I'll be thinking about your cock bulging out of them.' 'Come on, you guys. We'll be having sex again before we know it, at this rate. It's not that I mind, but I'd like to cool down between bouts.' We all laughed as we dived into the cooling water. Tim Alderman Copyright 2002 Timothy James Alderman talderman@ihug.com.au