Gay Erotic Stories

This is the second part of the story. Thanks to everyone who emailed me to tel me they enjoyed part one, sorry the sequel has taken so long to materialize. Please email me - benscott55@hotmail.com "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome onto the stage our second brave and delectable boy, Jamie Logan!" The audience rose once again into cheers, wolf-whistles and screams as all 6'2 of Jamie Logan appeared on stage. Jamie is a football (or soccer if your American) player with long-ish black hair and deep green eyes that didn't only say "come-to-bed", but also seemed to promise to keep you there for hours... He was beautiful, and wearing his football kit - white shirt and blue shorts. The only way I can describe him is to say that he is a cross between Jared Leto and David Beckham, but with darker hair. Of the three guys, Jamie was the one I knew least - I don't think anyone knew him well, he has that aloof quality that I always find so sexy. Because of this I didn't know how far I could go. But that wouldn't stop me trying... "As you can see ladies and gentleman, Mr Logan is here waiting for your bids. This finely made football shirt, which Jamie has told me, has not been washed since he played soccer in it earlier today. Would anyone like to make me a bid..." The words had hardly left my mouth before a barrage of bids erupted from the audience. That item fetched £40, and I sidled over to this tall beautiful boy and began to run my fingers underneath it. As I pulled it over his head, revealing that taught perfectly defined body, I couldn't help myself from exploring every contour: his six pack abs, those nicely toned pecs, and those small nipples. I went behind him, and ran my hands up and down his back, kissing his shoulder blades. My hands were beginning to shake as they made their way back round to his torso, circling those tiny nipples. I began to gently kiss the back of his neck, moving his hair to get nearer and nearer his lips. Then I flashed my trade mark cheeky smile to the audience, and handed the shirt to its purchaser. Next came the shorts. The thin material could not disguise that behind it lay a very impressive package, and this obviously did not escape the attentions of the guy who paid over £100 for them. I got down on my knees in front of Jamie, slowly untiing the string with first my hands, then my teeth, allowing my face to get nearer and nearer that awesome bulge. I felt his hands on my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers, and my breathing got quicker. I put one hand on his thigh, allowing it to run up that well-built football-sculpted muscle, whilst the other sought out his butt. Then, in one very swift movement the shorts ripped off, leaving Jamie on stage wearing nothing but a jockstrap hiding his cock that was already semi hard. I ran my hands around his ass and licked the small trail of hair than ran down from his navel. I took the bids for the jockstrap without ever getting off my knees or turning to face the audience. I just wanted to take it off. Fuck charity, I would have sold it for £1 if it meant I got to take it off quicker. I can't remember how much it sold for; my mind was too preoccupied with this beautiful boy. I grabbed at his cock through the jock and massaged it through the cotton, feeling it get harder and grow under my grip, as his precum begin to leave a mark on the cotton, i licked it, and began to play with his cock head through the strap. It got harder and harder and the flimsy piece of underwear was struggling to keep it in. You could clearly see the outline of his 9" cock through the moistened cotton, but i kept pulling and playing with every inch of that huge uncut dick, pulling back the foreskin occasionally, but without ever removing the jock. I got to my feet, and moved even closer, one hand still gripping his cock, the other moved back round to exploring his butt hole. With my back to the audience, I was completely obscuring their view of Jamie, which, considering what happened next, was a good thing. Jamie undid the fly on my trousers and slipped his hand onto my rock hard cock, and began to mirror my actions on his. He moved his hand faster and faster, only occasionally stopping to lay with my balls. Then, suddenly, he came inside his jock, the hot jism seeping through the already damp and taut cotton. Just as I felt I was about to blow my load, he stopped, removed his hand, and whispered "Later" into my ear. In a way I was glad, a cum stain on my suit would be difficult to explain. Jamie stepped out of the jock strap, exposing his now soft, but still almost seven inch, cock to the world. The cheering was deafening, and I handed that soggy jock to some very happy guy on the front row. Jamie, it seems, was not only a keen footballer. He also used to be a gymnast when he was younger, and began to treat the audience to a series of tumbles, somersaults and cartwheels with his big uncut dick slapping joyously against his gorgeous washboard stomach with every movement of his lithe body. Finally he came back over to me, so close that I could feel his cock pressing against mine, and whispered "As I said, later", and put his hand lovingly on my ass, then walked, with a bow, off stage to the showers. "I am afraid, boys and girls, we have only one lot left, but, as with the best shows, we have saved the best for last! Mr Will Owens...!" To be continued..... If you've enjoyed the trilogy so far, tell your friends, and tell me! Email me on benscott55@hotmail.com, and I promise to reply to everyone!