Gay Erotic Stories

* Just a Note: This is my first story. If you like the story please E-Mail me. And I now understand why there are so many typos in these stories. Its tougher than it seems. Enjoy it, studs.*** My grandmother’s house is a big fortress above the California Cliffs in Northern California. The stone walls rise up into ornately carved stone work. Ivy grows all over the western wall. A thousand windows, it seems, open onto the blue Pacific Ocean. Tonight, though, the ocean was white with a storm. Bolts of lightning arched down for the ocean. A path leads down to the beach below her house. Huge trees fly out toward the Pacific. Coast Highway is visible from the North side of the house. The very rare occasional car drives very carefully on the road. A large balcony flew out over the cliffs off the living room. Inside, the house was occupied by six of us. My grandmother had died nearly ten years ago, and she had left it to the whole family. There are 12 cousins, six guys and six girls. It’s like a double Brady Bunch! (sorry, I get a little eccentric) However, it was just the guys tonight. It was a late night. The rain continued to splash down between the huge bolts of lightning. Flash! Another yelp in my grandmother’s living room. We all laughed. It had been quite a long night. None of us were ready to go to bed, though. There was a whole bunch of us cooped up in the big old mansion. My two cousins Jared and Peter were on the couch across from me. My brother Tim was next to me on another one. Another flash. Tim jumped and accidentally grabbed my thigh. “You fucking fag." I said jokingly. He punched me hard. My brother Tim and I look very similar. His hair is brown while mine is blonde, but both of us have short hair that on him falls around his brown eyes framing a chiseled face with sensual lips like Val Kilmer. Mine, Spiky and straight up, almost like a Marine style. My face is very similar, chiseled, sensual lips, etc. My cousin Brian walked in. He had a bottle of rum. Brian, 19, was the youngest of us all in the room, beside myself. He was just into college and played for Tulane College's Football Team in New Orleans. He's got sexy blonde hair that falls down around his blue eyes that shown like sapphires in the dark night around us. He's very built, he's got the best pecs I've seen, just a perfect body, and a sweet brown happy trail that leads to quite a package it looks like. Tulane is literally just up the road from his house in N'awlins. He has the sexiest accent in the world. Unfortunately, I thought as I watched him walk in, he's taken by Sarah, his girlfriend. That Bitch, I thought sadly. Meanwhile, my two other cousins, Jared and Peter, the twins sat across from me and Jared took a big swig from the bottle of whiskey. They are also delectable. Both identical, they're 20 years old. They have a nice thick pelt of hair over their whole bodies. They both swam back in high school on the swim team. I used to go to watch them swim in their tight black Speedos and watch their cocks flop as the dove in the pool. It was so hot to see all those swimmers patting each other on the ass after a good swim. They hadn't lost their physiques, either. Yum! Their pecs are almost black with the hair. As Jared passed the bottle to Peter, their hands brushed against each other. "Sorry." Jared said to Peter. The last member of our drinking party, Kyle, yet another cousin, walked in. Kyle, similar in looks to Brian, was the caretaker of the mansion. He was 23, a quantum leap from me at all of 18 years. He was also the most mature in the house, at least, mentally. His eyes, alternatively to Brian, were deep green. His body was far hairier than the others. He wore tight blue jeans and a white wife-beater tank top that fit to his hairy chest nicely. He wore a cowboy hat on top. He always takes one of our grandma’s horses out for a ride in the mornings. She's got a good size stable on the property, and he fancies himself to be a cowboy. He's got a real hairy butt especially, but a nearly hairless back with all its sexy back muscles. Just a huge patch that leads down to his crack and we all affectionately call him- "Squirrel Ass, sit the fuck down!" My brother Tim said top him. He kicked him in the shin. "Hey, shut the fuck up Timmy." He said in his angry voice. We all laughed. He then looked at Peter who was taking another swig from the whiskey. "Whoa, Alchy (As in Alcoholic) slow the hell down. Share the wealth" Brian, the football stud and standard jock, grabbed the bottle from the two guys. Well, the war was on now. Brian, Kyle and Peter all started pushing and shoving jokingly. Kyle grabbed Peter’s leg and Pete fell right over onto the wooden floor. Kyle jumped down on top of him. Then, Brian got on top of them. Pete pushed them off of him. Brian fell back and hit his head on a granite coffee table in the middle of the room. He groaned and fell on the floor. Kyle and Peter stopped wrestling, sitting there in essentially a doggy style position. I got hard real fast. Tim stood up over him and looked for a second before saying, "Guys, he's out cold! He's not breathing." Jared stood up and bent down close to him. "I need a pillow or something. Fast. Kyle, how bout your shirt." Kyle pulled off his wife-beater. I would of gotten hard again, but I was freaking out about Brian being knocked out. Jared put it under Brian’s head. He began giving him CPR. Pretty quickly, it seemed, unfortunately I might add, Brian was awake and sitting up. Kyle and Peter were still on each other, and Kyle now shirtless on top, wasn't going anywhere it looked like. Peter rolled over and pushed Kyle up, putting his hand right on Kyle's right pec. Kyle groaned softly. Everyone stopped and glanced over. "You know," My brunette brother Tim said almost to himself, "I recognize THAT kind of groan when I hear it." Peter's hand dropped off the pec. Kyle smiled despite himself. "What kind of groan is that?" he said. "Dude" Brian said, "Are you retarded? If I was still half dead I'd have sworn you two were fucking." They glanced at each other. Peter chuckled uncomfortably. Kyle flashed a toothy grin. Damn he looked sexy with his shirt off. The room was completely quiet. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a horse neighing. Loudly. Louder than the storm. Kyle's smile dropped off his face. "Shit. Something’s wrong!" He sprinted out the living room door. He ran toward the main hall and went out the front doors. He was headed toward the stable. We followed close behind. We saw the problem immediately. An umbrella from the beach, now just the metal, had driven into the roof of the stable like a spear. Now it was a lightning rod. A huge bolt sliced through the sky and hit it. The stable lit on fir. The thatched roof burned quickly. Kyle jumped in. He came out with three horses by the reins. The fire was all across the roof now. "Is that all of them?" Jared screamed at him. "NO! The pony is till in there. Be back" Kyle jumped back into the fiery building. The roof caved in across the south side. "Holy Shit" Peter yelled out. We watched as the pony sprinted out through the stable door. The roof caved in except for the main beam on the far side. "Oh Lord. He's fucking dead." I yelled. Suddenly Kyle broke through a window on the far side. His jeans were on fire. We ran down to him. The horses sprinted across the front yard for the forest. Kyle fell on the ground and rolled in the mud. He pulled off his jeans. We reached him as he lay on the ground, half covered in mud, down to just boxer briefs. He stood up as his jeans finished smoldering. "Damn, those were my favorites." he said as he sat up. The stable collapsed and the last flames burned out. "The horses are gone." Brian said in his sexy accent. "They'll come on back." Kyle replied. "Jesus. Look at me. I look like shit. Ash, Mud, I can't go in like this." "You don't look that bad." Tim replied. I saw him adjust his dick in his baggy cargo pants. Our clothes were starting to cling to our bodies. I realized that in my mesh shorts and white shirt, my dick was clearly visible right along with my chest. I turned and walked to the house. It was pouring rain. I turned without thinking and slammed right into Brian. My dick pressed against his own hard shaft. "Oh, Shit, Sorry dude." I said, unsure of what to say exactly. "Oh, yeah, well, I'll see you back in the house I think." Now I was sorta freaked out. "Alright man, is that really okay? You follow." Brian replied. He grabbed my right shoulder softly. "Try and be more subtle, asshole." I whispered. He massaged a little. "I'll see you up in your room tonight I bet." Tim, meanwhile helped Kyle up to his feet. I glanced back and grabbed my cock as I walked away. Damn, Kyle looked so good. Jared and Peter walked toward the house with me. Brian walked alone toward the house. I saw him stumble and fall over in the mud face down. I turned back and ran right as Tim and Kyle reached him. "Help us out. Get him in the house." My brother yelled at me. I grabbed his feet and they grabbed his arms. We got him into the living room. We were tracking mud everywhere. I dropped him on the big blue velvet couch. They dropped his arms. They looked up at me. Kyle was basically nude. His boxer briefs were see through, and his cowboy hat lay on the ground by his wife beater. I could clearly see his pubes. But his dick was hanging just below the arm of the couch. As he turned to walk to pick up his hat, I could see it. Hanging down a solid, thick 5 inches soft. I gasped silently. Jared and Peter stood up and said they were going to sleep. "Damn Squirrel Ass! I see why you work with horses." I said to him after they'd exited. "Why's that?" he replied as he donned his sexy Cowboy hat. "Cause your hung like one." I replied. Kyle laughed. A good, honest laugh. Tim and I reciprocated. "So, does it run in the family?" he said in a chuckle. I glanced at Tim. He looked away from my eyes. I knew what I wanted, and had, to do. I pulled down my white mesh shorts. My hard 7-inch cock flopped out pointing for the sky. I saw Kyle quickly come to attention. "I see it runs in the family alright." Tim looked at me. "Holy Shit, bro. What the fuck is that out for?" Tim yelled out. "C'mon Timmy, everybody's doing it." Kyle said. I looked at Tim. He unzipped his cargo pants, and ran his fingers through his soft brown hair. He pulled his dick out. Hard too, we all stood laughing. Kyle, now at a thick 7 and a half had dropped the briefs, myself at 7 and Tim adding on another 7, I was practically salivating. I moved closer to the two of them. "So, boys, who's longest?" Kyle said. We lined up and shoved them to each other. "Like always, the biggest stud in the house." Kyle replied laughing. "Yeah, fuck off." Tim said to him. Tim pushed on Kyle's chest. Kyle grabbed his arm and twisted it. Tim fell down on one knee and Kyle kept twisting. "Hey dude, you're hurting him." I yelled. I jumped on Kyle's back. Tim now on both knees tried to stand up. Kyle put his other thick arm down on Tim's left shoulder. I realized I was in a perfect position, my hard dick pressed against that sweet hairy ass of Kyle’s and I began to rub against it. Kyle groaned slowly. Tim turned and, still on his knees, began to suck on Kyle's 7 and half-inch cock. Kyle reached up and grabbed the cowboy hat on his head. He closed his green eyes and pulled the hat off. He ran his fingers through the blonde hair. He leaned back, and my dick neared his hole. He shoved further into Tim's throat. I felt my cockhead press against his warm opening. "Do it, stud. Fuck me, please." I pressed closer to his inner warmth. Kyle groaned. "Do It Now!" I jammed my dick in. He screamed "AAAAHHH! FUCCKKK" "Damn, you're so fucking tight. Shit, cuz." I ran my fingers through his chest hair. I started pinching his nipples. He started fucking Tim in the face. Tim reached up and started stroking his cock and rolling his balls around in the sack. His gyrations started making me go in and out of his ass. It felt great. "God Cuz, God Damn! You are such a stud." I screamed at Kyle. We kept fucking harder and harder. Kyle turned his head and started kissing me. I explored his mouth with my tongue. The sweet taste of him almost made me cum right there. I grabbed my own brothers head and started forcing him deeper down on our cousins cock. I stopped kissing him and tongued his neck. He put his other hand over mine as it ran its fingers through his chest hair. His right hand reached back and grabbed my head. He forced me to kiss him again. He gently massaged my hand as it ran through his chest. He started groaning. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum... Oh God... Oh God!" My brother Tim picked up his pace of sucking. I jammed my dick further, faster and harder. I was getting close. "I'm going to Cum! Oh Shit!!! Oh yeah!" I screamed. Kyle began to shiver a little. I felt him begin to push over and over. Then suddenly, he pumped into my brother’s mouth. I felt each wave like it was my own. I began to flood his ass with my cum. "OHHHHHHHHHH!!! GOD! YEAAAAH!!!" I yelled. Kyle grunted heavily, groaning. I came for what seemed like minutes. I shoved deep in him. He squeezed his ass, making each drop squeeze out. After I was finished, I bent down and licked my cum out of my cousins ass. I tasted my cum mixing with his sweet holes own taste. My brother, now certain he had the last drop, stood up. I stood up and leaned in and kissed my brother. We swapped cum. He licked my mouth and then Kyle stood forward and got in on us. There we were, the three of kissing, all licking and us. Suddenly, Brian sat up. We froze. He looked over. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He yelled. I heard Peter and Jared run down the stairs. We tried to grab our clothes, but it was too late. Pete, Jared and Brian sat and stared. There were their cousins, naked, half hard, smelling of sweet cum. Jared and Pete looked at each other, their hairy bodies clothed only by boxers. Brian, groggy and sleepy, stood in Jeans and a T-Shirt. Pete cracked first. His dick popped through the fly. Jared followed fast behind. "What the fuck? Are you all gay?" Brian said softly to himself. "Runs in the family, dude." Tim said. "You bet it does." Brian said as he pulled his shirt over his head. TO BE CONTINUED... * If you want me to write more, e-mail me at Tommy4bz@aol.com