Gay Erotic Stories

In 1976 when I turned 19 years old I went to Mexico with a friend, Pablo. Having been raised in the U.S., Pablo also said that he had family ties in Mexico and we had always planned a trip to see his so-called relatives. Pablo was 20 years old, a freshman in college and very handsome. He was well over six feet tall, weighed 185 pounds, played basketball all through high school and in college, so he was in pretty good shape. The times that I would shower with his class I noticed that he did not have the biggest dick, but by far he was not the smallest either. Flaccid he was a good four inches long and very thick. Fat is a better description. As for me, I was six feet two inches, 165 pounds, in shape. I was tall and skinny and just getting over a dragged out battle with puberty. I had a nice package, even if I do say so myself. Pablo and I had been friends through a mutual female friend, Debbie. Debbie was the class fuck, anytime and anyone, anywhere and she always got you there. She was known for it. Debbie was blowing me when Pablo walked in on us. He just lifted her ass up, unbuckled his pants, pulled out his dick and fucked her pussy from behind. Pablo smiled as he gripped my shoulders for added support and thrust. As Pablo fucked harder, Debbie blew me better and the rest is history. Pablo and I became better friends after that. The trip by bus took 22 hours, stopping only for picking up passengers and for the ‘piss breaks’ as Pablo called them. He was not shy; he just wiped out his fat dick and pissed, God save you if you were down wind. He had good pressure, and he knew how to use it. When we finally got there he asked for directions and a mule to take us to his family's home. Two hours more on smelly mules and my ass has had it. I got off to walk and do some serious butt rubbing, when Pablo was told that the village was over that hill. With anticipation flying high we smiled until we got over the hill. It was about four loosely built homes somewhat distantly separated and the plumbing, from what I could tell, was nonexistent. Manuel, a 60-ish man came out to greet us, followed by the whole village, seven adults, of which two were women. Twelve children of all ages but none seemed to be over 20, three of which were girls. Pablo said that the pickings were very small. After the greeting we were shown to our shack where we were going to sleep. A boy named Rodrigo was told to be at our guide while we were there. Rodrigo looked 15 years old. He said that he was 18, but that was stretching it some. He had straight black hair that shined blue in the sun. He was very thin; and I had mentioned to Pablo that I had not seen very many heavy people since we left the bus. Pablo just laughed and smiled at Rodrigo. Our shack had two straw mats on the floor, and two bunks with similar bedding. Rodrigo took our sacks and placed them on each of the bunks. He opened a window and lit an oil lamp for better lighting. I fell in love with the place, though Pablo was not that pleased. Pablo asked where we went to the restroom and Rodrigo showed us an outhouse at the edge of the village. Pablo asked where we showered and Rodrigo told us to follow him. We walked for about 10 minutes, through some brush and over another hill there it was, a clear pool that Rodrigo said the mountain spring provided. It was a male only pool, meaning women bathed at the other end of the pool nowhere close for us to see. Pablo was dusty and tired and a dip would not have seemed all that bad at this moment. "Mi casa es su casa," Pablo said and with that he sat on the limestone and proceeded to undress. I followed suit and I motioned for Rodrigo to follow and, laughing, he did. In a matter of minutes we were all naked swimming in the cool pool. After some 30 minutes of swimming we all crawled out of the pool and lay on the rocks to dry off in the late afternoon sun. It was great, cool, warm and refreshing all at once. Lying on our backs, with our dick fully exposed and pubic hair rustling in the breeze, Rodrigo got up to pee over at a dry shrub. I noticed that he had a great bubble butt and almost no hair. "I don't believe he is all of 18 years old,” I told Pablo. "They sure don't age fast around here,” Pablo said. "Don't believe in circumcision either,” I said as we watch Rodrigo walk back to us. Rodrigo's dick was a full six inches long and fat with a lot of veins along its side and a thick patch of pubic hair with a nice set of low hanging balls. Rodrigo sat and looked at us. Speaking to Pablo he asked where our skin was. Pablo laughed and told him that we were cut when we were born. Rodrigo kept asking questions about it, like did it hurt, does it still hurt, things along that line when he unexpectedly reached and grabbed mine. Shocked but thrilled I let him have his way. He pulled on it, looked under it even smelled it but only shook his head. Noticing my ever-growing erection, Rodrigo smiled and released it landed with a loud slap on my lap. We all laughed and got up to get dressed and headed back. After eating and drinking at the local pub, Pablo and I were ready to head to our shack and sleep. Rodrigo got in between us to guide us to our home for the week. As we got in, Rodrigo closed that door. We got undressed down to our underwear. Pablo asked Rodrigo to undress down to his underwear and he said that he was not wearing any. Pablo told me what Rodrigo had told him and off our underwear went. Rodrigo unbuckled and dropped his pants. We all laughed. It was a full moon that night, so we decided to leave the window uncovered. The moonlight made the whole room glow. The moon lighted every nook and cranny. The unyielding moon exposed everyone. As I turned to Pablo I saw that he was working off a boner, while Rodrigo was just looking at him and me. I gave my own dick I flicker and it began to rise. Pablo saw this and he really began to jack off. Rodrigo, being closer to me moved over to my bunk and sat on the ground watching. I invited Rodrigo to touch it. At first he smiled and nodded no, but after some more gestures he complied by wrapping his hand around it and with a little help from me got him to jack me off. Pablo saw us and sat up on his bunk. He motioned to Rodrigo to take me in his mouth and he smiled, got on his knees and put me in his mouth. He sucked real well. With my hands on the back of his head I established a good pace, up and down, going deeper with every thrust. Rodrigo finally settled into a pattern where he only needed his mouth and got on all fours. I called out to Pablo, "Remember Debbie?" He said, “Yes” and moved in behind Rodrigo. He began to eat his ass and Rodrigo sucked me harder. That was all that Pablo needed. He stuck his big, fat dick up Rodrigo's ass with little trouble. Rodrigo stopped sucking me momentarily until Pablo got into his pace. Then we got down to business. Pablo pushed in, Rodrigo went down, and I pushed up. With my hands behind my butt and my elbows acting as counter weights we grooved until I felt something warm hit my lap. I touched it and brought it up to my noise and I immediately knew what it was Rodrigo who had shot his wad on my lap. I licked most of it and went down for seconds when I just exploded my load into Rodrigo's waiting mouth. He swallowed without missing a beat. I raised my hand full of Rodrigo's sperm and showed it to Pablo. When he opened his mouth, I wiped his tongue with it only for Pablo to shout "SON OF BITCH!" He froze and Rodrigo shouted out a long shhhiiitttt! We all had shot our load. Pablo fell on Rodrigo who in turn fell on me. There were three heavily panting bodies on one bunk. What a sight we made. Rodrigo spent the whole week going from Pablo to me and vice versa, never complaining or saying no. We must have shot about 30 loads each in either Rodrigo's mouth or ass. From what I could tell he wanted more. That trip to Mexico that made me work harder than I ever thought I would.