Gay Erotic Stories

My mothers parents were farmers. They lived for years on the farm and I visited them as a child during the summer. I typically left the city and spent 2 or 3 weeks with them. It was great. I enjoyed the pampering that my grandparents gave me and the opportunity to get out and explore the countryside on my own was a real treat. And each time I went to the farm, I had a playmate named Jeff. Jeff lived on the adjoining farm about a quarter of a mile from my grandparents door. Jeff and I were the same age and shared a birthday in the same month. We played endlessly and ran free on the farmland and wooded areas. I can't recall any time in my life when I had a better time. There was always something for us to do, and we took every opportunity to do daring things. When my grandfather passed away, my grandmother remained on the land and leased the farmland to of all people, Jeff's parents. For fifteen years after my grandfather's death, I still returned to the farm to visit my grandmother for at least 2 or 3 days each year. She remained active and as always pampered and catered to my every request for food. She is a wonderful lady. During one particular visit, I was 29 years old. I had been working as a tax consultant for years and wanted to take my usual summer break. I returned to the farm. Grandmother was pleased to see me and we chatted for several hours catching up on what had been going on for the previous year. During our talk, she stopped and said with some excitement that my childhood buddy, Jeff was home visiting his parents as well. This was great, I thought. I'll go and visit him and we can catch up on all that went on since we last saw one another. Grandmother had told me years ago that Jeff had gone to college and was doing well. I cautiously asked if he had married. Grandmother laughed and said "No...Just like you, he's too busy to get married." I said nothing more about Jeff, but the fact that he was still single like me caused me to momentarily wonder. The following morning, I awoke and feasted on biscuits, eggs and Bacon--like no other in the world. After a second cup of coffee, I told grandmother that I was going to take a walk out on the farm. She told me that some changes had been made in the farm since Jeff's parents had been leasing the land and gave me instructions on where to go and what to look for. I said nothing and listened politely. I had explored every inch of the land and knew it well since age eight. I walked out the door and began a walk toward the "back" of the property. About an hour later, I found myself at the "back barn". It wasn't a barn, but rather an old 3 room residence house abandoned years ago. My grandfather had used it for equipment and tool storage, and apparently it was being used for the same purpose by Jeff's parents. It was still in fair condition, and had been crudely re-roofed recently, to keep the weather out. I stood on the porch of the house and admired the surroundings. As I stood there, I suddenly noticed a man walking across the field towards the house. I could see that he was a young man and was wearing a tee shirt and jeans, just like myself. In an instant I knew it was Jeff. I smiled and sat on the steps of the old house and waited as Jeff approached. He was wearing a big grin as he paced off the last few yards. We shook hands warmly and exchanged informal greetings. It was good to see him again and I told him so. I said nothing about his appearance, but instead secretly admired his good looks. Almost immediately, we began to swap stories about what we had done since our last summers together, and we must have spent a half hour catching up. Jeff lit a cigarette and offered me one. I seldom smoke, but accepted anyway. Jeff lit our cigarettes and sat down on the steps beside me. Then Jeff began talking about our younger days and things we did during our summers on the farm. He then began talking about our excursions out to the creek and our skinny dipping. We chuckled and agreed that it was fun. Jeff then continued talking about the skinny dipping and how we had compared our bodies development each successive summer. He related how each summer we had approached puberty and turned into young men. I silently recalled that Jeff and I had never had any direct sexual contact during those years, but instead had just looked and compared our bodies. I made the comment that "Those days are gone forever." With that comment, Jeff looked directly into my eyes and surprised me by saying, "They don't have to be." I was silent for a moment. I looked at Jeff's brown eyes for a few seconds, and then let my gaze move down his flat abdomen and looked at his crotch. He was obviously not wearing underwear and his erect penis lay along the left leg of his jeans. My own dick began to swell and I felt a flush of blood run to my crotch and abdomen as I envisioned what was to happen. Jeff reached out his hand and placed it on my forearm and firmly squeezed. All but immediately, I began to breathe heavily, and bent forward toward his face. His lips parted and his eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his. Our tongues met and caressed. Jeff placed his hand behind my head and pulled me even closer. I moved my hands to his body and felt the firm skin beneath his tee shirt and smelled the exciting odor of fresh perspiration on clean cotton. My heart raced. Jeff moved his hand to my crotch and pressed gently. He then began to massage my dick and balls, making my erection Painful, since it was held down by my jeans. I moved my hand to his tool and felt the warmth of it as his dick muscles caused it to repeatedly strain against the confinement of his clothes. "Let's move inside." he said. We stood and walked into the small house. Jeff immediately put his hands to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans. Kicking off his shoes, he quickly slid out of his jeans and stood there wearing only his tee shirt. I raced to keep up and shed my clothes just as quickly. Seconds later, we stood nude facing each other. Jeff had a beautiful body. Nicely developed muscles and a very sexy growth of body hair. Our penises were very nearly the same six inches and cut. He reached out and placed his hand around my dick and stroked gently. I did the same for him. We stood there in the old house for some minutes, continuing to stimulate each other. Then once again, our lips pressed together, we embraced. Jeff then pulled away from me and looked around the room. "Let's move some of these feed sacks." We pulled some of the sacks of grain off a stack in the corner and laid them out like a bed. Then, reclining on the sacks, we continued our session. We seemed to be kissing and caressing each other more and more. Our breathing was heavy and each of us trembled and gasped as waves of pleasure shot through our bodies. "I want to make you cum." Jeff said. With that, he gently forced my shoulders back against the sacks and leaned over my face and looked into my eyes. Still looking into my eyes, his hand fondled my dick and balls. Lowering his lips to my chest, he placed them over my nipple and began to gently stimulate me. I closed my eyes and arched my back as the sensations swept over me. His hand began to jack my penis as his tongue darted over my nipples. The grip of his hand on my dick was light and he seemed to be concentrating on the area just below the head of my root. This continued for a few seconds, and I heard the sound of my pre-cum begin to lubricate the actions of his fingers. The fluid began to spread over my dick and the clicking sound of frothy pre-cum was the only sound to be heard. I had previously had my hand on his dick and balls, but I realized that I was approaching my orgasm and could no longer give him any kind of coordinated stimulation. Instead, I was now all but out of control of my actions. My arms collapsed to the floor as I felt the peak approaching. My eyes squeezed shut and I heard myself making long moaning sounds. Jeff never stopped his sucking of my nipple nor his gentle action on my dick. My legs tensed and extended, my feet all but cramping as they curled under. I felt the full feeling in my dick and balls increasing, and my dick increased in diameter and length as the spurts began. My load doesn't shoot very far, and so my semen tends to fall just above my pubic hair. That is what happened this time as well. I all but yelled as the thick pudding like cum jumped over Jeff's fist and fell in the thin growth of hair on my lower abdomen. My balls must have been full because the volume of fluid surprised me. My body tensed and jerked with each pulse of semen. I felt the warm fluid cover my body. Jeff, still sucking my nipples, made muted sounds of "Uh-huh....Uh-huh" as if to indicate his approval. Jeff's stroke expertly slowed down as the last of my cum fell. He then lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "Now it's me." he said. He then sat astride my thighs in an upright position, his dick curling upward toward his stomach. He reached down and pushed some of the cum on my abdomen into his cupped hand. He quickly placed a cum filled hand on his dick and began to stroke, using my juice as lubricant. I placed my hands under his furry balls and gently squeezed. He groaned aloud and tilted his head backward as he squished my cum on his swollen dick. He softly spoke and said how he loved the smell of my semen. I used the moment to gently pinch his nipple and he groaned his approval as he kept up the hand action on his dick. His orgasm was about to begin. I felt his scrotum tighten and wrinkle as his nuts pulled upward under his dick. Jeff's stroke increased in speed slightly and he began to make a long continuous moan. I knew the moment was there when his hand slowed and the stimulation he gave himself concentrated on the end of his penis. As I looked down at his dick, it was milky white with the froth of my own cum, and still making loud slurping noises. Jeff suddenly became silent and suddenly bent his chin downward against his chest. As the cum spurted, Jeff hunched his back and jerked his chin against his chest again and again. His load left the end of his penis in rather thin white streams. It shot forward and fell over my pectoral muscles and stomach. I could smell the odor of it and it made me dizzy with it's strong scent. I kept up the gentle pressure on his balls as he ejected the last few pulses of cum. He then completely stopped his stroke and exhaled. As he breathed out, a shudder went through his body and he collapsed into my extended arms. I hugged him tightly to me, our fluids making his chest slide over mine. We kissed again and again. We lay there on the sacks and held each other and spoke quietly for at least half an hour. We decided that it was time to get up and dress. As we stood, we both laughed at the sight of our body hair speckled with half dried cum. "How are we going to explain this?" I asked. "We don't." Jeff replied. "Let's go down to the creek." We pulled our pants on and with our shirts and socks in hand, put on our shoes and walked the few yards to the edge of the creek. Peeling off our jeans, we waded into the water and sat down in the shallows washing and lounging in the cool water. It was nearing 10 o'clock when we decided to part company and return to our homes. Jeff and I did not repeat our meeting while I remained at my grandmother's house, but instead exchanged phone numbers. Jeff lives in Fort Worth and I in Dallas. It has become a regular week end ritual for us to get together and enjoy each other's companionship. During the past year, our friendship has grown and we are talking about moving to a shared apartment. We both feel very satisfied that a friendship that started when we were barely eight years old has continued and grown. Jeff is quite a man.