Gay Erotic Stories

I had just finished my customary morning swim and was relaxing in a lounge chair when he came into the pool. I had seen him from afar yesterday when he was helping his mother move into the neighboring building. He was wearing baggy shorts and a tank top then, and I fell in love with his lean, muscled body. Today, he looked even better in a pair of red and black striped Speedos.

He swam laps effortlessly for nearly a half an hour, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I imagined all kinds of things I would do with his handsome young body and my dick grew rigid in my shorts. Finally, I was so horny I couldn't ignore my hard cock any longer. I grabbed my book and my towel and headed for the shower room. Once inside, I stripped off my shorts and, closing my eyes under the warm spray, grabbed my throbbing 7-inches and slowly started jacking myself.

About 15 minutes into my session, I heard footsteps and I turned toward the wall just as he entered the shower area. I was close to shooting off but I didn't dare finish. He had turned on the shower directly across from mine. Discreetly, I watched him lather up his smooth body, making sure to keep my erection out of his view. He was about as tall as I was, and nicely muscled with a narrow waist and gorgeous ass (still covered by the Speedos). His skin was a little darker than chocolate, just exactly the shade I liked to dream about. I figured him to be in his late teens.

He stayed under the shower for several minutes and I realized that I had been there almost half an hour. Staying there any longer seemed awkward, so I grabbed my towel and walked into the locker room. But as I sat down at my locker, he followed me in. His eyes caught mine briefly, then he tossed his towel on a bench and strode over to a toilet area that stood in the corner of the locker room. Taking his place at the urinal, he grabbed his Speedos and pushed them down, exposing fully the luscious curves of his bubble butt. I heard the splash of urine as he drained his piss, but when it finished, he didn't move.

For a full minute, maybe two, he stood there at the urinal, his Speedos stretched like a rubber band between his smooth thighs, and I watched him in breathless silence. The tension was building, and it was finally too uncomfortable too ignore.

"Are you done pissin', kid?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"Yeah."

That was all he said and the silence resumed.

"You gonna move away from there?"

This time there was no response. Then I heard, "I figure it's your turn to move." His voice broke just as mine had done.

I could hardly believe what I had heard, but I wasn't about to ignore an invitation like that. I stood up and, as I turned toward him, I asked, "Do you know what you're saying?"

He didn't speak but his head nodded affirmatively.

I walked toward him, my hard-on leading the way. "Your ass is beautiful," I said quietly as I approached.

"Touch it, man. Play with my hot ass." He spread his legs, stretching his Speedos even further, and held the sides of the urinal to steady himself as I grabbed his firm, smooth cheeks. I rubbed him, squeezed him hard, as he moaned appreciatively and pushed his butt back into my hands. Soon his body was pressed against mine so I pulled my hands out and wrapped them around his waist, slipping my cock into the groove between his ass cheeks. As I slid it up and back, my pre-cum lubricated his ass crack.

My balls hung down, rubbing erotically against the streched-out top of his Speedos. I started exploring with my hands the contours of his chest and belly, then he grabbed my wrists and moved me to the places he wanted me to touch. He placed my hands on his rock-solid pecs and I squeezed them lightly, then rubbed my fingertips across his stiffening tits. There was just a little hair encircling them and he gasped as I tugged it slightly, then pinched and twisted his mini-Hershey-kiss nipples. He closed his eyes, arched his spine, and threw his head back with a moan. I leaned forward and sucked his neck as he reached back and rubbed my thighs. After another minute, I moved my lips toward his ear.

"You’re so fuckin' sexy," I whispered. He responded by squirming even tighter against my body. My cock, still thrusting up and back between his cheeks, was nearing the explosion point, so I backed off to prolong the feeling a little while longer. He brought his hand back around and took my wrist again, dragging it down his torso toward his groin.

"Touch my dick," he pleaded. "Please, man, stroke it for me! I wanna get off!"

I was going to do what he wanted, but I still wanted to take it slow. So I broke my hand free of his grip and moved it down to his patch of pubic hair. It wasn't very large, just a few inches of black curly hairs sprouting from the base of his cock. But I rubbed my hand around in it for a minute or two, then moved down and stroked his smooth inner thighs, the back of my hand rubbing against his balls. Finally, I slid my fingertip along the underside of his hard fuck stick until I reached the head and fingered his piss slit.

He moaned loudly and melted into my arms as I wrapped my fist around his swollen rod. It was pretty damned impressive--just as long as mine, and nearly as big around. I felt the blood rushing through his throbbing veins as I gently stroked him. He leaned against me, surrendering to the feel of my hands, and I kissed his neck.

His head turned in the direction of the kiss, so I pressed my lips against his. For several minutes we stood lightly kissing, periodically exploring each others' mouth and face with our tongues. I kept up my slow jacking of his cock.

Eventually, he slowly turned around to face me. Without breaking the kiss, he ran his slender fingers through my forest of light reddish chest hair and rubbed my nipples. I had released his hard fuck tool and it slid between our bodies, throbbing urgently next to mine as we thrust our crotches together in intensifying rhythm. My hands returned to his beautiful ass. Soon, he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my butt, then ran his fingers seductively up and down in my ass crack.

Once again, I felt the tingle of an impending orgasm, and I wondered if he felt it, too. But I wasn't ready for this to end. I backed off, breaking the kiss and taking a tiny step back. He opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly with deep brown eyes. I looked closely at his young-boy features for the first time and a terrible thought came into my mind.

"How old are you?" I asked.

He looked at me with a stunned expression. "Oh, man!" he moaned. "You're not gonna stop, are you? I gotta get off, man. Please, I'm so fuckin' close!" he pleaded.

I didn't want to stop either, but . . . you've got to be smart, too. I started to stammer an explanation. "It's just that . . . "

"Please, man, don't stop! I want it too much!" I pulled away but he grabbed my wrist as conflicting thoughts and desires crashed through my mind. He put his other hand on my chest and I looked into his face again. He parted his lips and ran his tongue sensuously around them. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate undistracted, but as soon as I did, he pressed his hot lips against mine and his tongue slipped quickly into my mouth. Almost instantly, our hands were all over each other again. He pulled me so close I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it, and I did the same to him, as our cocks throbbed mightily together. This time, there was no backing off, especially when he pushed his hand between our sweating bodies to grab at my cock and balls. "Oh, god!" I shouted as the first gush of cum shot from my dick on to his forearm and belly. He gripped my spasming fuck stick as I sprayed his chest and belly with a half-dozen gobs of thick, creamy jism. After that, he gently stroked my rod as even more cum flowed from the tip of my swollen cock-head. When my wad was finally spent, his hand and torso were fully coated with with my spunk.

As I caught my breath, he looked at me and smiled. "God, man, I have never seen so much fuckin' cum in all my life."

I had forgotten all about his age. "Baby, there's more for you if you want it," I said as I rubbed my hands over his cum-soaked chest.

He started to lean toward me for another kiss, but just then, the door to the locker room opened. One of the guys from the condo's janitorial crew, a Russian kid who speaks very little English, walked in. He stopped and looked at us with a startled expression--it was very obvious what was going on--but then hurriedly moved on through to the pool. My friend looked at me. "Maybe we better go someplace else to continue," he said. (There's another story about the Russian kid. Maybe I'll write it some time.)

"Good idea," I replied. "Is your mama home?"

"Yeah, we better make it your place. And we better hurry. I still gotta cum," he said breathlessly.

I looked down at his crotch. Amazingly, he had stayed hard even through our interruption. Quickly,

I grabbed his Speedos and yanked them up, but there was no way they were gonna hold his big cock. The waistband was stretched out a full two inches from his belly. I put my shorts back on and grabbed my bag as he retrieved his towel and wiped off my spunk. I directed him toward my building and we headed out the door.

We must have been quite a sight--the 42-year-old white guy and the hot teenage black kid (actually he was 18), both of us in swim trunks showing prominent bulges in front (mine was already returning, matching his). He stayed a step ahead of me and I watched his magnificent ass as I hurried to keep up with him. When we reached the door, he put his hands on my ass and kissed my neck as I fumbled to find my keys and let us in. The elevator door opened immediately when I pressed the call button, and we fell in together as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tight and frantically kissed my lips. He didn't let go, even when the elevator opened up on my floor. I had to reach out to keep the door from closing us in again.

My condo unit is just across the hall from the elevator, but we still didn't make it inside yet. I dropped my keys as he wrapped himself around me again and pressed his crotch hard against my ass. I spun around to face him and grab his butt. He attacked my face with his lips and tongue and I felt his hard-on thrust against my own. I reached down to grab his weapon and it fell free of his overly-stretched Speedos. "Careful, man," he moaned as I stroked him. "I'm close, oh god, I'm gonna ..... Aaah, shiiiit!"

I felt him tense and his cock spasm as it erupted with a long rope of milky-white boy cum. I looked down at his spewing hard-on and a second shot of jism hit me in the cheek and jaw. Now, usually, sucking cock is not my favorite thing to do (and I almost never swallow), but this kid had me inspired. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth to take him, and he thrust forward as I pressed his rod down my eager throat. Shot after shot of creamy jizz followed as he drained his balls into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. Finally, he relaxed. Easing off his softening cock, I looked up at him and smiled. "Is that all there is?" I joked.

"All for now," he grinned, "but give me another minute or so. I'll have plenty more if you want it."

Oh, god, did I ever want it, and I stood up and kissed him to tell him so. Soon, his tongue was exploring my mouth again, tasting the remnants of his load.

Finally, he broke the kiss and asked, "You got a bedroom up here? Or do you do all your fucking in public?"

I laughed and reached down to pick up my keys. He put his hand on my back as I opened the door and he followed me into the bedroom.

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