Gay Erotic Stories

My brother, Tom, had just come back home after 3 years in South Africa. He is 20 and 2 years older than me. He has to stay with us for several months before he moves on. Our house is quite small, and the only bed available for him is a second single bed in my room. I'm studying hard for my Highers and want to go to college. On the first night that he was home he came to bed at eleven o'clock, just as I was finishing some work, and was about to strip for bed. I went to the bathroom to wash, and when I returned Tom was in bed. He was doing very well, and as I hadn’t much cash, I thought I would tap him for a few pounds. "Could you lend me £10," I asked. "You could earn more than that," Tom replied. "How?" I inquired. "I like being wanked off," he said, "very often. I’ll give you £5 for each time you toss me off." I was a little surprised by his direct approach, and swallowed hard, and trembled somewhat. "OK," I said huskily. He was lying on his back. He put his head backwards, looking at the ceiling, and said,” Come on then, pull the duvet back." I moved to the bed and gradually folded the duvet back. First I saw his chest, then his abdomen, and then - God, what a penis. He closed his eyes and thrust his hips upwards so that his penis arched over and touched his belly just below his navel. I took hold of the middle of his tool and held it firmly. He sighed. I then began to move it slowly. He was breathing heavily. I was handling at least 8 inches. I move it gently up and down. Then I moved the soft skin over his head, and then pulled downwards to his balls. His cock was extremely hot, and kept throbbing. The large vein on the underside kept swelling as I stoked. I had got a real hard on by now, of course. Slowly I increased the speed that I was pumping him. He began to move his buttocks in rhythm with my hand. As I moved downwards towards his hair and balls, he thrust upwards, and when I moved towards his belly, he went down. Gradually we increased the speed. His head was right back with his chin pointing to the ceiling, and his arms spread out and he was panting heavily in quick gasps. Suddenly he stopped panting and held his breath, as his thighs lashed out at my action, and I knew that he was on the brink. He gave a moan as I pulled downwards, and I felt his penis swell, so I held it firmly at its base. He released a jet of semen, which went over his right shoulder, and then another spurt went onto his right nipple. Then he fired again to his shoulder, and then two squirts onto his belly. I thought that he had finished, but he raised his buttocks and a jet landed on his hairy chest, and then his penis oozed more onto his belly. He was out of his mind with this orgasm. Gradually his twitching slowed down. Without opening his eyes he whispered that I should get some toilet paper and clean him up. I let go of his stiff cock and fetched the paper. He let me wipe the spunk off of his shoulders and chest and belly without opening his eyes, then he turned over for sleep and I covered him with the duvet. I went to the bathroom, and with only a few strokes I shot my load. I thought that this would be a fine way to earn money. Early next evening I was working in my room when Tom came in and gave me a £10 note. "Payment in advance," he smiled, and started to strip. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, and spread his legs wide. "Come on. Earn your cash." I knelt between his legs. I put my right hand round the base of his cock against his wiry hairs. With my left hand I started stroking his nob, and moved my hand downwards. He sighed in ecstasy. I began to work both hands together, pointing his penis at the ceiling. I could feel him wriggling his buttocks. "Stop, stop," he gasped, but I just increased my pace and hand pressure. Suddenly he exploded and spunk shot into the air and came down over my hands. His fountain shot several jets upwards. The semen oozed down his shaft and into his hair. When he had finished I cleaned him up. He said, "When I fucking say stop, fucking stop. That was fucking good, but too quick. I want at least half an hour next time. I'm going out for the evening. I shall be ready when I get back. At about 11 o'clock Tom came into the bedroom. I was horny and ready, and stripped, and got under the duvet. The same happened as on the previous night. As he kept tensing up ready to ejaculate, I paused many times. Tonight I was desperately sexed up, and decided that when he shot his bolt that I would try to catch some of it in my mouth. I had been gently but firmly stroking his most sensitive veins down the length of his cock, when he hissed "Now". He shot a powerful jet over his belly. I put my head near to his belly and felt spunk hit my cheek. I turned slightly and a spurt enters my mouth, and a second one. He slowed down and I went to the toilet for paper. As I looked in the mirror I saw spunk in my hair and on my cheek. I swallowed what was in my mouth. I cleaned Tom and he promptly went to sleep. The nest evening he came into the bedroom, and without a word, took his t-shirt off, peeled his tight jeans down, and wriggles out of his tiny briefs. "I'm dying for it," he said. I planned to catch his spunk in my mouth again. As I was bringing him near to coming, I put my head down and slightly touched his belly. He started, but gently moved my head downwards. I knew what he wanted, so I took his head into my mouth. He thrust upwards and his cock went further into my mouth. I lay still with my head on his warm belly, and he bounced up and down fucking my face. He shot his load into me and I swallowed with difficulty in large gulps. I remained until he had finished. I pulled off, and he whispered. "You are good. What else can you do?" I covered him and went for an urgent wank. In the middle of the night I was fast asleep. I stirred and felt an arm round my shoulder. I then came to and realized that tom's naked body was pressing round me. He put his hand on my chest then moved to my belly, then to my waiting erection. "Please," I gasped. He wanked me steadily. As he did this he licked my shoulders and neck and thrust his penis against my buttocks, and I wriggled against it. He started to gasp, and so did I. I was a on a knife-edge, entering oblivion, when I suddenly felt a spurt of hot spunk shoot up my back. This did it. I blasted spunk everywhere. As we calmed down, he kissed my neck and went back to his own bed. The next evening I was trying to study hard, but my mind kept thinking of Tom. He is slim, dark and very good-looking. I had always admired him, but now I was beginning to adore him. I kept stoking my penis through my jeans. He came into the room and my heart leapt. He came across to me and kissed my neck. I was trembling and in paradise. I turned my face to him and he kissed my lips tenderly. I stood up and we locked ourselves together in a passionate embrace and kissed deeply. I was overpowered and melting in his arms. "I'm going to fuck properly now," he whispered in my ear and put his warm tongue in my ear. "Take your clothes off." I could not disobey him, so I was soon standing naked with a hard penis raging to be touched. He led me to the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. He approached me from the bottom of the bed. He slowly stripped then he opened my legs and pressed his upper legs against my groin. He kissed my cock, then came on top of me and kissed me so hard that I thought the bed would collapse. He bent up again and I saw his knob shining purple and tight and oozing juice. He sucked my cock and gently stroked between my balls. I was far-gone. I thrust my hips up as far as I could. He slowly moved his fingers round and touched my anus. I tensed. He then licked his finger and touched my anus again. This time he pressed upwards into me. It felt good so I pressed towards him and his finger went fully into my arse. I sighed and wriggled and he slowly moved his finger in and out. He took his finger out and stuck two fingers in to his mouth, covered them with saliva, and pushed them into my rectum. I was opening well. Then I saw him kneel between my legs, and he helped me lift my legs onto his shoulders. I could see his dripping cock, and I knew what was coming. He spat on his hand several times and moistened along his penis. "I shall soon loosen you when I'm inside, " he gasped, and placed his nob to my anus. Holding his penis he slowly put pressure against my opening, and his nob went through the tight muscle into me. I pushed towards him. I wanted him desperately. He could have stuck a knife into me and I wouldn’t have minded. Gradually he pressed further into me, and then I felt his hard upper thighs against me and I knew that he was fully in. He remained still. He bent over me and kissed me tenderly. "Please, please, fuck me, tom, fuck me, fuck me," I yelled. Then he pulled out a few inches than back again. "Please, please, please…" I gasped. He pulled out a few inches again, but this time he hammered his penis into me. I yelled with the suddenness of it. "Is that how you want it," he said with cruelty in his voice. "Yes, yes, yes," I said submissively. He started to pound me with sudden, powerful thrusts. I felt totally trapped, dominated by his lust, and he was like a fucking -machine which once switched on does not stop. "Don’t stop. Don’t come yet," I begged. "I'm fucking near," he hissed. He stopped hammering me, and paused with his penis fully inside me, and his orgasm subsided just in time. I felt wonderful as we were locked together. I felt that I was causing his ecstasy as well as my own. I wriggled my buttocks and he started to fuck again. This time I knew that this was it. We moved together as one body, like one machine. His balls were wacking against my groin as he thrust his piston into me. We were like climbing up a slope, then to the top, and then down a steep incline. As we sped down the slope towards orgasm, we pumped and gasped and increased pace more and more. It was to be a long, fantastic orgasm. "Now," he yelled, and I felt his penis swell as spurt after spurt went into me. I kept pulsating and tightening my anus in rhythm, trying to suck out every last drop of his spunk. We did not subside, but remained locked together, and he remained rock hard inside me. I murmured, "Wank me." It didn’t take me long, and as my muscles contracted as I shot spunk he started to move again, and he quickly had a second orgasm. "You have earned £100", he smiled. "No, I said, "a £1000," and I pulled him down to me and inserted my tongue into his mouth.