Gay Erotic Stories

My cousin Matt is twenty-three. He¹s the youngest of my cousins - David Is the eldest, and then Mary. My aunt (their mother) is twelve years older than my mom, so Matt was already 8 when I was born. My mom and aunt are really close, so I saw a lot of my cousins growing up, and, even though they were quite a bit older, they still liked to do stuff with my sister and I. As I grew up and became a teenager, David and Mary were getting married. Matt graduated from high school just as I entered puberty, and I didn¹t see him much until he got out, when I was a senior in high school. That was last year. It was the year my aunt moved down the street from us, and, as Matt was still living at home, he moved with them. That fall, my parents went away for the weekend, and my sister went to stay with my grandparents. My mom and dad thought I was old enough to stay home by myself - I was excited, finally able to have some freedom - but put my aunt in charge of making sure I was okay. Friday night was the first night I was home alone. Maybe my aunt got worried or something; there had been some crime in a neighborhood near us recently, and she may have been concerned for my safety. So she called me, and told me Matt was coming down to stay with me. I said okay, and I was excited. See, since I started to "mature" in more ways than one, I had realised that girls just didn¹t excite me, but guys - especially my cousin -did. Matt was attractive, soft-spoken, and a baseball player. When I had been over to their house before, and when no one was around, I¹d sneak into his room and go through his dirty laundry, finding to my joy, some discarded jockstraps there. I took them into his bathroom, and put them on, finding that my dick fit very nicely into the contour of his. The other thing that had excited me, was that Matt had never had a girlfriend. In fact, that was the thing that my mom and aunt always got on his case about, and he would just say "I'm just not interested." I wondered if my cousin felt the same way I did. I was about to find out. It was late when my aunt had called, and Matt arrived about five minutes later, having grabbed an overnight bag. I noticed that he was wearing sweats and a tee-shirt, and...could it be true? I thought I saw a long pole in his sweats, without anything hindering it, except the waist band, which I thought must be holding his dick up, if what I was seeing was real. I decided to go for the risky, and drop little hints. "I thought I'd just bed-down on the couch, if that¹s okay with you." He said in that soft-spoken way of his. "Um...I guess." "Do you want me to stay in your room?" I thought I saw his pole move. Maybe he saw that I was staring at his crotch. "If you¹d like to. I woudldn't mind." I said, hoping he'd see that I desperately wanted him to. "Do you mind if I have something to eat? I just got off work." He said. "Sure, go on ahead to the kitchen. I'll go put your stuff upstairs, if you want." I took his bag and scampered upstairs as Matt went into the kitchen. Once in my room, I made a rash decision. I took my own jock strap out of the drawer, and tossed it casually on the floor. I was downstairs in a flash. Matt had made himself a salad, and was turning on the TV. I went, and sat down on the couch. Matt had found the changer, and sat down next to me. Our thighs touched, and I my dick was instantly hard. I had made the mistake of wearing boxer-briefs that were a little too loose, and my dick slipped out of the front pouch and against my leg, where it had more room to grow. I looked down, and saw that it was sort of poking up. I couldn¹t tell what was going on in Matt¹s pants anymore. If he noticed my prick, he didn¹t say anything. He was flipping through the channels, and I hadn¹t noticed he¹d stopped. I looked up. I don¹t know what channel it was, but it must have been some movie channel, for the scene on the TV was that of a locker room. Guys were coming in, presumably from gym or something, and taking off their shirts and pants. Filmed from the back, a couple of them were hitting the showers. Close up on what must have been the protagonist - he was shirtless, and quickly becoming pantless. He and his friend - both with exquisitely carved chests - were discussing something. "Wow!" Matt said, much to my surprise. "He¹s got a nice body." I was floored. Was this a hint? As if to confirm my wonderings, he put his arm back behind me, and then it found my shoulder. He was putting his arm around me. My penis, unable to handle all of this, flew up from it's Already precarious position. Matt looked down. "Looks like you can appreciate a nice body on a guy, too." He said, looking into my eyes, and then down at my jeans. I noticed then that his penis was now, without a doubt, fully erect. "You too, huh? That looks like a nice dick." "If what I noticed on you when you were born is still as good as it was, you've got a pretty nice-looking dick, too. I remember thinking that you'd have a nice pecker some day. Was I right?" "I don't know," I began, my voice shaking. I "I'd never had one of my fantasies come true like this. "I don't see a lot of dicks to compare it with." "Do you...do you want to? I'll show you what I've got, and then I can judge for myself how good you still are." My mouth was sweating, and something cool ran down from my sweating armpit. I swallowed. "I'd...like that." "Why don't we go up to your room?" He whispered. I nodded, and tried to get up, but failed. "Here, let me help you. First time?" He said, as he offered me his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up, so I was touching him. He was about three inches taller than me, and I could feel his prick through his sweats. "Yes." I said, in answer to his question. How I got upstairs I never knew. But I did, and he shut my door, coming in after me. "I didn't wear any underwear, because I hoped that this would happen." he told me, sitting down on the bed. "See, I found out last week that someone had been tampering with my dirty clothes - my jockstraps to be particular." He noticed mine on the floor. "I see you¹ve got one, too. If you¹re too nervous to take off all of your clothes, you might want to model this for me. I really go for jock straps." I nodded, and quickly slipped out of my jeans and boxer-briefs, hiding everything underneath my long shirt. I slipped the jock strap on, feeling its coolness against my hot and throbbing dick. I turned around. "You'd better take your shirt off." Matt said, and I did. His eyebrows registered approval with me: "You're as fine as the guy on TV." He told me. "And it looks like you¹ve grown considerably - in one area - since I saw you at three." Matt then took off his shirt, and I had a chance to savor his amazing build. "Go ahead, touch it." He said, and I complied. He was standing now, and I faced him, and ran my finger against his pecs. Then I took both hands and began squeezing and massaging his chest. It was smooth and hot. Meanwhile, Matt had reached his hands around behind me, and snapped the two elastic bands of the jock against my butt. I grinned up at him, and he slowly pulled the jock down, exposing my dick for the first time. It was as big as it had ever been when I'd masturbated. Matt nodded. "It looks a lot like mine. You think dicks run in the family?" He pulled his pants down to accentuate this remark. He dick was a lot like mine - red, tall, and pretty thick. His hair, however, was blonde, like that of his hair. For some reason, this threw me into ecstasy, and before I knew it, I was running my fingers through it. Matt had reached his hands back around me, and reached through my legs, grabbed hold of my sack, and pulled, causing my dick to stand straight out from my body. The edge of his hand eased up into my crack, and I thought I would cum right there. I took my mouth to his chest, and my hands to his dick, sucking and pumping with all my might. Matt moaned, and pulled me onto my bed, which creaked under our weight. He grabbed my ass, and pulled himself into me, so our penises knocked together. Our pecs touched, and he kissed me as we pressed against each other, rubbing furiously. We both came at almost the same time, our cum splattering against each other, and becoming mixed. Usually, once is enough for me, but I was coming without losing my erection or drive. Matt must have had the same experience, for he quickly thrust a finger up my ass, and I practically screamed with wonder and pain. He was kissing me hard now, and our abdomens and dicks were slipping all over each other, as the cum became like jelly between our bodies. My hands were all over his back, and I reached now in front, and took his dick in my hands. I felt the cum of both of us on it, and I pulled up, pulling his foreskin around the head. He moaned, and got up on his knees. From here, I had the perfect angle, and took his dick - the first time I¹d ever held another man's dick, much less in where I was taking it - into my mouth. Matt was working furiously at my ass, and I sucked and licked for all I was worth. I was moving and rotating my hips and ass as I did this, and my dick found his leg. I began rubbing my dick against his leg, feeling his leg hair against my dick¹s smooth front. He came into my mouth before I came onto his leg, and the feel of his semen in my mouth drove me wild, wanting more and more. I sucked until I was ready to choke on his semen, and he withdrew from my mouth, putting his still hard dick against my shoulder blade, and then running it down my chest, between my pecs. I came onto his leg, and he took his fingers, ran them into my cum, and began to suck on them. Now I was sitting with my legs extended over the foot of my bed as Matt kneeled between them. His dick was on my chest, and I stuck out my tongue as far as I could to lick the little peeping of cum coming from his slit. It drove him wild, and I continued to flit my tongue across the top of his dick as he pulled my dick up his ass. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced, and I came quickly - the third time so far. He just kept cuming and cuming in bursts, and I couldn't stop either - he fell onto me, and we rolled off the bed, becoming a crazy whirl of male bodies. In the ecstasy, I couldn't tell which was his dick and which was mine; we were both cuming so hard and wiggling all over the place like two seals, that our entire bodies became lubricated with our mixed juices. We finally slowed down as we found ourselves in a sixty-nine position, sucking madly on each other¹s dicks as our hands caressed each other¹s backs and asses. I finally came for what I thought must be the last time; my dick and balls almost hurt for all of the cum I¹d spurted into Matt's different orifices. Then he came, and we lay back, facing each other. Matt reached over, and kissed me hard, our semen mixing in our mouths and dribbling out. He pulled me into the bed, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me tight. It didn¹t take long to get to sleep. To be continued...