Gay Erotic Stories

Years ago when I was 18 an event happened one summer afternoon that took me by surprise, but pleased me. I was at our local public pool one steamy summer afternoon. It was a Wednesday and the pool should have been busy, but for reasons unknown the number of people there was surprisingly small. When I arrived, there were perhaps a dozen people there, but within a half an hour they had all but disappeared. I looked around and saw that I and three other people were the only swimmers there. The lifeguard made five. The three other swimmers consisted of two girls whom I knew, but did not call friends, and an Adonis of an older fellow who looked to be 19 or 20 years old. I had never seen him before, but wished that I had. He was perfectly built with well defined muscles, narrow waist, broad shoulders, beautiful pecs that were well covered with a short growth of jet black hair that matched his crew cut head. He was fair skinned, had blue eyes and rosy cheeks. I am not exaggerating, he was stunning! His face reminded me of the movie star John Gavin (that will give you some idea of long ago this was). And to make thing even more perfect, he was wearing a pair of black brief swim trunks that barely covered his package. I was mesmerized. He stood there near the pool conversing with the two girls. I could not hear the conversation, but they talked for maybe half an hour with lots of laughter and chatter. At some point, the tone of the conversation changed and they became less and less cheerful. It was apparent that something had changed and their attitude shifted. I became somewhat bored with the trio and lack of people, and seeing none of my usual friends, I decided to leave the pool and head to the movie theater nearby. I entered the dressing room of the pool, opened my locker and began to dry myself. I heard the pat of bare feet on concrete and looked up and saw my Adonis enter the locker room with an expression on his face that I later surmised was one of frustration. He snatched the door of his locker open in a noisy fashion and muttered 'Shit!'. He angrily grabbed a towel from his locker and looked in my direction and said, 'What are you looking at, Turd Ball?" I was thoroughly intimidated and sheepishly grinned and looked away. Seconds passed and as I continued to dry myself, I stole a glance at him just as he peeled the tight fitting briefs off, and to my surprise he had a full erection. His dick was standing straight out from his body and was to my estimation, kind of average in size. I stared for a second and he snapped his eyes in my direction and caught me looking at his package. "You little shit........what are you staring at?", he hissed. He then grabbed his dick, thrust his hips forward, and jacked it several times while looking at me with an angry glare. "You like this? Huh?" And with that said, he quickly walked over to me and grabbed my arm and squeezed. "How old are you anyway?" I was too overcome to even answer. This fellow was bigger and stronger than I was and I was in a situation that I had never even imagined. "You queer or somethin'?", he asked. "You got a dick? You ever play with it.......Huh?" And with that, he reached to the waistband of my trunks and pulled them down to my thighs, exposing my hard 5 inch dick. "Well.......Look at this......he does have a pecker!" He then sat down on the wooden bench in front of the locker with his left hand squeezing my right arm and looked down at my crotch. "Ever get any pussy? Ever finger-fuck a girl? Ever jack off?" All of this was said in a teasing and angry fashion. "Let's see what he can do." And with that he reached down and touched my dick. I could not remember ever before having another person's hand on my package, and sucked a breath of air into my lungs as he cupped my genitals. Still maintaining a grip on my arm, he fisted my dick and started jacking me off. "Let's see if the little twerp can cum." My head was reeling in pleasure as he roughly stroked my dick. In seconds I felt my ass cheeks tighten and my nuts pulled tightly to my body. My legs began to quiver and I struggled to keep my knees locked and standing upright. I involuntarily reached out and grabbed his shoulder for support as my load emptied. I grunted loudly as two strong jets of cum squirted out and my hips thrust forward in a sudden jerk. I looked down at him and the ropes of semen had hit him in the chest and hung on the black hairs over his pecs. "Looks like the little boy pulls his pecker from time to time", he teased. Then he said, "You're gunna' see what a man's dick tastes like now!" He then stood and grabbed a fistful of my hair in his left hand and holding his dick in his right fist, pulled my head downward to his crotch as I knelt on the floor. He pushed the head of his dick against my closed lips and spoke rapidly through what sounded like clenched teeth, "Suck it.........suck it.....". His hips pushed toward me and his knees flexed as my mouth opened and took in his root. He pulled my head against his crotch and what seemed like the whole length of his dick entered my mouth. I could taste a salty liquid on the tip of his dick and I gagged and turned my head away. "Take it.....suck it....you shit!' He pulled my head to his dick and entered my mouth again. This time I was able to tolerate the full feeling in my mouth and did not gag as before. He let go of my hair and now held my head with his hands on the back of my head, and began to slide his prick in and out of my mouth. What was unpleasant only seconds before now became pleasure to me, and I put my hands around his rock hard buns and felt the strong muscles of his ass pulsing with his thrusts. Now he began to grunt with each jerk forward and I could smell an odd musky odor coming from his body. As seconds passed, he began to bend his knees and caused my head to angle downward to keep his dick in my mouth. A long low moan came from his throat and he suddenly began to hunch his hips upward very rapidly. His hips jerked so quickly that my hands made soft slapping noises on his cheeks as he came. I could feel the hot salty liquid cover my tongue. Several jets of it squirted out and I felt one of the jets on the back of my throat. Each jerk of his hips was accompanied by a soft "Hunnnnh........hunnnnnh....". I had never even tasted my own load and the sensation of another guy’s load in my mouth was a surprise. He suddenly stood completely upright and pulled his penis from my mouth. I swallowed his load and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. He gripped his still hard dick and milked out a big drop of semen which clung to the end of his dick. He snapped his dick downward sharply to fling the drop to the floor. "Keep your fuckin' mouth shut...you shit." And with that, he turned and went to his locker and began to dress. I got to my feet and stood there in a mixed state of shock and euphoria: my first blow job! He was dressed in seconds and as he left he turned and glared at me and held out his hand with his index finger pointing at me and said, "Remember!". With that, he then gave me the universal 'Fuck you' with his middle finger and left. And that is the account of my first head job.