Gay Erotic Stories

Every summer for as long as I can remember, my parents have gone away for a vacation to “keep the romance alive” in their marriage, leaving my older brother and me in the care of my grandmother. However, as nice as she is, my grandmother has become a somewhat senile 82-year-old, and this year was unable to make the trip to stay with me. Although I am now 18 and perfectly capable of taking care of myself, rather than trusting me, my parents convinced my brother to come home from college to “baby-sit” for a week while they were in Hawaii. I resented my parents’ lack of trust in me, but was glad to have the opportunity to see my brother John, as we had become good friends over the past two years. It was Friday morning at about 11:00, and I was just getting out of bed when I saw through my window John’s blue Prelude pull into the driveway. My parents were just leaving for the airport, but stopped, presumably to lecture him on the “Do’s and Don’ts” for the week. I was going to take a shower, but decided to go say “hi” to my brother first. I stopped in the bathroom to drain my piss hard-on and put on a pair of white CK boxers before heading downstairs (I sleep nude). It was all I could do to keep from popping a boner when I saw my 21 year-old brother standing across the kitchen. He was about 6’1”, with a thoroughly muscular 180-pound frame, short, dark blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. His gray sweat shorts did little to hide his ample package, and his tight white tank top clearly outlined his perfect six-pack. Although we look somewhat alike, I am 5’10”, and weigh about 150 pounds. I am not scrawny, but neither am I as built as my older brother, and I have light brown hair and blue-green eyes. “Hey, Bry,” John said as he hugged me, snapping me out of my trance, “good to see you again.” “You too,” I murmured. As we hugged, John’s soft dick brushed against my thigh, and I felt my member begin to stiffen. Knowing that my white CK boxers would do little to hide a hard-on, I quickly excused myself to shower. While in the shower, thoughts raced through my mind. I had never been attracted to a guy before, let alone my own brother. Sure, I’d jerked off with my best friend Joe in 8th grade, but that was only because we managed to get a copy of Playboy and were too horny not to beat our meat. This was different. I was actually getting hard looking at and thinking about my older brother. I must have lost track of time, because I was startled by a bang on the bathroom door. “Bryan, would you hurry up,” John shouted, “You’ve been in there for a half an hour.” At that, I shut off the water and grabbed a towel. After drying myself off and combing my hair, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. I was shocked to see John standing there buck naked waiting to take a shower. I couldn’t help staring at his low-hanging balls and thick 5” cut dick, and began to visualize how big he would be hard. I was again brought back to reality by John, who was luckily oblivious to my blatant staring at his genital area. “It’s about time, squirt,” he said, grabbing my towel and leaving me fully exposed. He smacked my ass with the wet towel, which prompted me to tackle him. I am a good wrestler, and had the upper hand until I realized that my brother and I were wrestling naked. Before I knew it, my brother had me pinned against the ground, and was holding the towel. “Nice try, Bryan,” he said, before taking the towel and entering the bathroom. He did not bother to close the door. Instead, he bent over to adjust the water, giving me a good view of his tight ass hole, and then took a piss. Before entering the shower, he came over and helped me up, and I walked back to my room. After getting dressed, I decided to get John off my perverted mind by doing a little summer reading. The diversion must have worked better than anticipated, for I ended up sleeping until 6:00. I had missed lunch, so I headed downstairs to find something to eat. I couldn’t find much, but John offered to pick up dinner at McDonald’s. I quickly obliged, as I was becoming increasingly horny, and wanted some privacy to beat my meat. When I heard John’s car start, I immediately went up to my room and stripped. After having a cigarette, I found some hand lotion and rubbed it all over my rock-hard 7” penis. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, caressing my cock with one hand while probing my tender ass hole with the other. Although I tried to think of my girlfriend, Cindy, the image of my naked brother constantly resurfaced in my head, and I began to imagine that it was his hand rather than mine that was masturbating me. “Oh, John, that feels good,” I moaned. “Bry, dinner’s...” John began as he burst through my door. “Whoa, sorry to interrupt, you horny bastard.” I was speechless. My brother had just caught me jacking off, and I had been fantasizing about him. I could only hope that he hadn’t heard me say his name. “Listen, John,” I began, “please don’t tell mom and dad about this. They’ll kill me.” “Don’t worry, I won’t. One time mom caught me jerking off to a porn mag, and she totally flipped. I’m not going to subject you to her wrath,” he said, half jokingly. “Just make a deal with me.” “What?” I eagerly inquired, somewhat relieved that he didn’t seem to have heard me say his name “I won’t tell mom and dad about anything that you do this week, short of killing someone,” he began, “and you do the same for me.” “Deal,” I said, and we shook hands. “Anyway, Bryan, I got you a Big Mac, so come on downstairs.” “Sure,” I replied, “just let me get some clothes on.” “Oh, don’t bother,” John said, “I don’t care if you’re dressed, and I think the air conditioner is broken anyway. Come on, the food’s getting cold!” As I followed my brother down the stairs, I realized that he was right about the air conditioning. I have a separate unit in my room, which was added on to the house, and thus had not noticed, but the rest of the house was uncomfortably hot. After getting a case of Bud Light from the car, John undressed before joining me for dinner. He offered me a beer, which I eagerly accepted, and I attempted to eat my Big Mac and Fries without focusing on my brother’s exposed dick. After dinner, I went into the den, and John joined me after grabbing us a couple more beers. I couldn’t help but admire his perfect ass, but somehow managed to keep from getting a boner. When he rejoined me, John also had a pack of Marlboro lights. After lighting up, he passed the pack to me and tuned the TV to the Yankee game. I lit a cigarette, and I think that my brother was surprised not to see me gag. I later informed him that I had been smoking regularly for two years, and we laughed about how both of us had managed to hide this habit from each other and our parents for so long. You ever smoked weed?” John asked as he light up another cigarette. After grabbing another cigarette myself, I shook my head. Inhaling deeply on his Marlboro, John said, “You don’t know what your missing, bro. Hold this for a sec.” After taking another deep drag, John passed me his cigarette and ran upstairs, giving me another look at his bronzed ass cheeks. John soon returned with two more beers, as well as rolling paper and a plastic bag that looked to hold about an eighth of marijuana, but this time sat down next to me instead of across the room. The touch of our bare thighs sent a shiver through my spine, not to mention my cock. After dousing his cigarette in an empty beer can, John took out a piece of rolling paper and rolled a joint. John placed the joint in his mouth and I held up his Zippo lighter, taking the opportunity to feel his muscular thigh as I leaned across him. John took two deep hits from the joint before passing it to me. “Oh, that’s good shit!” he exclaimed, putting his arm around me. “Good?” he inquired after I took my first drag. As it was my first time smoking weed, I wasn’t experiencing the effects as much as John. Still, I had a nice buzz from the beer and weed, so I nodded before passing the joint back to my brother. “So, how often do you get high,” I asked as John inhaled again. “Not as often as you beat off, Bry,” he said, playfully grabbing my hardening shaft before cracking up. “Five or six times a day is still pretty much weed, asshole” I joked, grabbing his balls with my left hand while I finished off the joint in my right hand. As John rolled another joint, I went to the kitchen to get a couple more beers. As I sat down, John passed me the joint he had just lit, and as I was taking a hit, asked, “So, how often do you really jerk off, squirt?” “Two, three times a day,” I replied, passing him the joint. “You?” About the same,” John said softly while exhaling a cloud of marijuana smoke. “Actually,” I said, pausing to take another hit, “I haven’t gotten off at all today, since you walked in on me this afternoon.” I let one hand fall on my flaccid member and began to gently fondle myself while I passed the joint to John. “Me neither,” John said as he finished off the joint. I noticed John’s cock coming to life as he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna beat off now.” With that, John’s right hand began to caress his dick, but he was too stoned to move his left hand from my shoulder. As a result, I had a great view of his thick 9” cock, and began to stroke my own dick in unison with his rhythmic thrusts. “Hey Bry,” John began, slowing his masturbation has he talked, “has Cindy given you head yet?” “No,” I replied, somewhat surprised by John’s question. “Hand jobs are okay,” he said, “but there’s nothing like getting a blow job.” “Cindy won’t even beat me off,” I complained. “Why do you put up with the bitch?” he asked, his temper obviously shortened by the weed. “With a body like you’ve got,” John said, absent-mindedly rubbing my balls, “you could do a lot better.” After giving my balls a playful squeeze, John began rubbing my hardening member. “Thanks,” I replied, proud that my brother was impressed by my physique, but surprised by the touch of his strong hand on my genitals. “Let me do you a favor, bro...” John started. Before I knew it, John was on his knees in front of me taking my throbbing 7” cock into his mouth. The image of the brother I had lusted after on his knees in front of me expertly licking my cock was enough to bring me close to the edge. “Oh, John,” I moaned, “suck that cock. Ahhh, that’s it, suck it, fuck yeah.” After about twenty more seconds, I screamed, “I’m cumming,” and, grabbing the back of my brother’s head, thrust my erupting cock down his throat. John swallowed most of my immense load before passionately kissing me, allowing us to exchange the remaining semen between our mouths. Lighting a cigarette, I said to my brother, “That was fuckin’ awesome. I’ve never felt anything like it.” After taking another drag on my cigarette, I passed it to John and knelt down in front of him, starting to lick his 9” cock while he finished off the cigarette. “Oh, yeah, bro, suck my cock, oh yeah, ah, fuck.” While I alternated between sucking my brother’s shaft and tonguing his ample sac, I reached around to his ass, massaging the cheeks before carefully inserting a finger into John’s anus. The sensation of my finger probing his ass hole sent John over the edge, and I soon felt his body begin to tense. “Dude, I’m gonna shoot! Ah, fuck!” John exclaimed as he forcefully thrust all nine inches of his cock down my throat. I gagged a bit as he began to spew a massive load, but managed to swallow most of his cum. After I had cleaned off his dick, John eagerly licked away the jism that had run over onto my face. I began to work my way up from John’s crotch to his lips, stopping on the way to playfully lick his nipples. We ended up with our lips locked, our tongues carefully exploring every crevice of the other’s mouth. “Bryan,” John said, breaking our kiss and lighting a cigarette, “that was the best fuckin’ blowjob I’ve ever had, and I’ve had my share. Thanks, bro.” After deeply inhaling the tobacco, John passed me the cigarette, saying, “You want me to spark another joint before we hit the sack?” “Yeah, man,” I replied, finishing the cigarette while John rolled us another joint. I again leaned over to light the joint he placed in his mouth, this time openly caressing his hard body while doing so. After finishing the pot off, I announced that I was going to bed, and told John that he was welcome to sleep in my room because of the broken air conditioner. John accepted my offer, so we clumsily made our way to my room, making a stop in the bathroom to piss out all the beer we had consumed. John and I shared a cigarette before crawling naked into bed. When I awoke the next morning, I felt my hard-on rubbing against my brother’s while he held me close in his arms. I didn’t want John to wake up, as I was afraid that once free of the influence of marijuana and alcohol, my brother would regret the experience that we shared. I quietly freed myself from John’s arms before exiting to the bathroom. After draining my cock, I entered the shower and stood under the hot stream of water contemplating the events from the previous night. I jumped as I felt arms reach around my waist and a warm body pressed up against mine. “Morning, Bry,” John said, turning my head and pressing his lips to mine. After breaking our kiss, John began to thoroughly soap up my body while I massaged shampoo into his hair. We then reversed roles, and while soaping up my brother’s hard body, I began to gently fondle his substantial cock. “Don’t, Bryan,” John began, his mild protests abruptly halting as my lips engulfed his 9” member. “Fuck yeah, suck that cock. Oh, yeah, man, that’s it, ahh. Yeah, bro, take it, ahhh.” With that, I deep-throated John, somehow preventing myself from choking as his thick cock filled me. I soon found my face buried in the confines of John’s thick nest of pubic hair “Oh, yeah, little cocksucker, fuck yeah, aaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhhh!” John suddenly pulled out slightly before grabbing the back of my head and forcefully thrusting his cock back down my throat. Within seconds, I felt the cum begin spewing out of his throbbing dick, and I swallowed all that I could, gagging just a little. After John’s powerful orgasm subsided, he thanked me with a passionate kiss and a blowjob. Finally, we washed off and finished our shower. As we got dressed, John broke the silence, saying, “I’m gonna head out to the store. I’m low on cigarettes, and after last night, my weed’s just about gone too. I’ll see what I can come up with. You need anything?” “Just a couple packs of Marlboro reds,” I replied. “I don’t like your lights very much. Oh, and I think we might be low on beer.” “Got it, cigarettes, beer, and weed,” John said. “We make a healthy duo. It might take me awhile, cause I don’t know where to get weed around here, but I’ll be back by dinnertime and I’ll bring some food, too.” “Sounds good, John,” I said, “see you then.” As my brother walked away, I couldn’t help but notice how his muscular ass filled his short, tight jean cutoffs. “Hey John,” I yelled, waiting for him to turn, “Nice ass!” John smiled before walking out the door. I wasn’t in the mood to call Cindy, so instead I had some lunch and enjoyed my last cigarette before undressing an climbing into bed for a nap. My clock read 6:56 when I awoke to see John sitting on my bed, still wearing his tight-fitting cutoffs. “Wakeup, squirt, come have some dinner,” John said, tossing me one of the packs of reds he had bought. I reached for my lighter and lit a cigarette, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs before throwing on a pair of boxers and joining John downstairs. We elected to eat our pizza as pizza was meant to be eaten; that is, with beer while watching a baseball game. “Well,” John began, taking out a large bag of grass and rolling a joint with paper left from the night before, lighting it, and taking a hit, “I managed to get some more weed.” With this, he passed me the joint and I inhaled deeply. “Thanks, bro,” I said, Frenching him before returning the joint. “Don’t thank me yet, Bry. This time I managed to score some hardcore shit.” After taking another deep drag from the joint, John reached into his left pocket and fished out a small packet that contained a fine white powder. “You do coke?” I asked, finishing off the joint and almost burning my fingers in doing so. I then lit a cigarette and offered one to my brother, which he accepted. “I’ve only done it once, and that was about a year back,” John said, pausing to draw deeply from his cigarette, “but man, the high is fuckin’ unreal. You wanna try a couple of lines?” “I don’t know,” I replied, “I’ve never really thought about doing coke, but I guess I’ll give it a try.” “Cool,” John said, taking a final puff on his cigarette before handing it to me. “I’ll be right back.” With that, John went off to his room, leaving the cocaine on the table. His tight jeans rode low enough that the top of his ass crack was visible. After finishing both of our cigarettes, I headed to the kitchen for two more beers. When I returned to the den, I saw John coming down the stairs with a dollar bill, a credit card, and what looked to be a small mirror. John sat down next to me, thanking me for the beer, and then emptied some of the coke onto the mirror, using the card to arrange the powder into four thin lines. “You sure you’re okay with this, Bry? I won’t do it if you don’t want me to, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to try it.” “No, that’s okay, I really do want to try it,” I replied. “We shouldn’t make a habit of it, though.” “Good,” John said. “I don’t think you’ll regret it.” I put my arm around John as he placed the mirror on the coffee table in front of us. He proceeded to methodically role up the bill into a narrow tube and leaned forward on the table. Placing one end of the bill inside his right nostril and the other at the end of one of the lines of coke, John used his left hand to close his other nostril. Finally, he snorted the first line, moved the bill to his left nostril, and snorted the second line. John sat up and moaned out of pleasure before doing the remaining two lines. “Ah, that’s the shit,” he cried. “You still want to try it?” I nodded, so John carefully laid out four more lines on the mirror and passed me the dollar bill. As I deeply snorted the lines of the powerful drug, an indescribable sensation swept over my body. Not knowing what else to do, I lit a cigarette. “Fuck, that’s incredible!” I exclaimed. “Ah, I know,” John replied. “The only time I feel better is when I’m having sex with you. Speaking of which...” John got on his knees in front of me and pulled me forward by my ass cheeks so that I was standing up. After lowering my boxers, he began to suck on my hardening cock while his hands explored my ass hole. “Oh, John, yeah, that’s it, ohhh, fuck,” I said as John pulled off my dick and began licking my balls. “Ahh, yeah, suck it bro, suck my cock” I cried, and John began licking my shaft again. I crossed the point of no return when three of John’s fingers entered my ass hole. “Ahhhh, fuck, man, I’m gonna shoot!” I could see a smile forming on my brother’s face as cum began to blast into his throat. John pulled off before I had finished shooting, allowing the remainder of my cum to coat his chest. He then stood up and embraced me, our lips locking and my semen flowing between our mouths and chests. When John broke our kiss, I lit a cigarette and began to speak. “Wow! Marijuana, coke, and an incredible blowjob, plus I get to look at your body all the time. How the hell am I supposed to pay you back?” “Well, there’s one thing,” John said, lighting his own cigarette, “but I think you’d enjoy it too. Remember when I said there’s nothing like getting a blowjob?” “Yeah,” I replied. “There’s something that’s better,” John said, pausing for dramatic effect and taking a couple of drags from his cigarette. “Anal sex. Do you want to try it?” After finishing his question, John finished his cigarette and began to roll a joint. “Until this week, I never would have considered it, but you haven’t led me wrong yet. I don’t know that I can take that monster of yours, but, what the hell, let’s try it.” Obviously pleased by my response, John sparked the joint, inhaled deeply, and passed it to me. “I’ll be right back, then,” John said, running up the stairs with his balls swinging between his legs. John soon returned with a few condoms and a tube of lube. “Let’s do a couple more lines before we fuck to ease the pain,” John suggested as he finished off the joint with a long drag. I agreed, so John again laid out four lines of coke on the mirror, two for each of us. I snorted a line into each nostril before passing the bill to John, who did the same. I at once felt the powerfully euphoric sensation overtake my body, and from the look on his face, John felt the same way. “Now I’m gonna fuck your tight ass, bro!” John exclaimed, unwrapping a condom and sliding it onto his immense prick. “Bend over the couch so I can get in your hole.” As I bent over, I felt two of John’s now lubricated fingers probing my ass. After inserting a third finger, John moved his digits around to expand my asshole as much as possible. Then, after removing his fingers, John said, “This is gonna hurt at first, man. Just try to push like you would to take a shit and tell me if you want to stop.” “Ahhhhhhh!” I cried as John eased his thick nine-inch cock into my ass. John pulled out a bit before ramming his slick, well lubed dick all the way up my ass. “FUCK!” I shouted, feeling his pubes up against my ass cheeks. “You want me to stop?” John asked. “No way,” I said. “Could you just leave it there a minute so I can get used to it?” “Sure, Bryan.” John said. “Here, sit on my lap.” Grabbing me from behind by the waist to keep his cock buried deep inside me, John sat down on the couch and I sat on his lap. I grabbed a Marlboro and lit up, taking several deep drags to satisfy my strong craving before passing the cigarette to John. John finished it, exhaling into my mouth as our lips met in a kiss. “You ready to go, Bry,” John asked after our lips parted. I nodded, and again bent over the couch. John was standing behind me, and began to rhythmically grind his cock in and out of my asshole. To be continued…