Gay Erotic Stories

My autobiography in the third person. It was a typical Saturday afternoon, where the sky was clear and the sun was shining and young James Korjukes was looking at male porn on the Net. James was a fresh-faced, 18-year-old high school grad, who looked no more than 16. It was some sort of late development disorder the doctors said. He was so pissed that at age 18 he only had a few wisps of hair on his body, and could only maintain a short erection. He had the dick of a 13-year-old. That was why he always avoided the shower rooms at the gym. He wasn’t very confident about going to uni either. He had to live on campus and he wasn’t looking forward to that. Sharing communal showers was daunting, and having everyone see his tiny appendage was frightening. However, there was always one thing he was happy about his body: it was fairly trim. However flat everywhere, he had a soft six-pack, and enduring high school and knowing how many fat people there were, he was happy with his body. The construction of his family seemed normal enough: A mother, a father, an older brother and an older sister. But that was all that was normal about his family. His older sister, now 36, had moved out a long time ago, because she was getting too excited in bed with her fiancé and the house had thin walls. One could hear them screwing all over the house, and one day James’s mother had had enough and made her move out. His father was an ex-porn star. Frightfully straight, he was the head of the house and he enforced it all the time. Even at the age of 26, James’s older brother, Matt, still got beaten by his father. James and Matt both had seen it at a younger age, and it was indeed frightening. His father had a foot-long cock. No wonder he was a good porn star. James had his fair share of dreams of his father’s dick, and sometimes wondering how he got his dick into his mother kept him up all hours of the night as he leaned against he wall feeling his father bang into his mother and hearing her moans of ecstasy or pain. His mother was a stick-thin woman who could break down in tears at anything. She was fragile because she was dependent on heavy drugs as a child, and now that she had given them up because of their damaging effects, she feels like she is missing something in her life, so she makes it up by having sex with her husband. His brother, Matt, is 26. He left high school at 16, spent one year on the streets as a male prostitute, and joined the army at 17. As a prostitute he brought home many male “friends,” whom James could only dream about. In the army Matt was abused for his sexuality and he trained himself to be a brutal fighting machine without regard for his attacker. No doubt he was a big guy, just not as big as his father; he still regularly disciplines Matt. But Matt secretly enjoys it. James had seen his package before he moved out at 16 and onto the streets, because they used to share a bunk bed. Matt used to sleep nude and on top of his sheets, and as long as James could wake up earlier, he could see his tool in full-blown glory pointing towards the roof. He once saw his brother having a wet dream. James had just gotten up and he could hear Matt moaning. He got up and saw that his brother’s dick was twitching and he was squirming around. Suddenly, as James looked closer, it spurt out cum – seven shots – hitting the ceiling overhead. When he subsided, globs of goo were hanging off the ceiling. James would often lie in bed listening to his father banging his mother, his sister being screwed by Jim, her then boyfriend, and his bunk creaking crazily as his brother was jerking off in bed. Jim would often be the loudest when he came, and then his father would stop, bang on the wall to tell him to quiet down, then continue his screwing. When Matt came, only James would hear it, and Matt came pretty often: there were plenty of burn marks and peeling paint on the ceiling to prove it. James would usually endure this every night. His family was sex-crazed, and he couldn’t join in because of his disorder. email me: j-korks@email.com