Gay Erotic Stories

As a senior in high school (18) I was your typical nerd. Good grades, unfashionable clothes, glasses, and a not much meat on a tall frame. I was lucky in that I carried my mom's family's genes for length and breadth in the cock department. I had seen my uncle and grandfather in the sauna and both of them were hung like beer cans, which I wasn't but it was close. I took great abuse from my classmates who had been taunting me with names like "queer", "faggot", and “cocksucker" for as long as I could remember. And when I walked down the hall there was usually someone behind me nagging in a low voice about the "girly" way I walked. In gym I was yelled at for "looking" at other guys; while on occasion I was looking, most of the time I was earnestly trying to stare only at the floor or the ceiling or my locker. It was hell. My high school counselor decided that I was too depressed and called me in to say that he had taken it upon himself to sign me up with one of the local psychologists for an appraisal of the reasons behind my depressed mood. I could have told him on the spot why I was depressed but I knew it would do no good and I couldn't just come out and tell him I really was queer and went to sleep every night dreaming of big, fat cocks dripping cum which I could lick up with my greedy tongue. On the day of my first appointment I had decided not to go but at the last minute who should appear to drive me but the school counselor...no way out it seemed. He saw me into the lobby of the office building and I signed in with the receptionist and sat down to wait for my psychologist to get to me. When I was called I was escorted into a nicely appointed office with a couch and overstuffed chairs upon which was seated a really interesting hunk of a guy in a tee shirt and cutoffs. I wondered if this was to be group counseling but the psychologist introduced the guy as Jeff, his intern from the local university, who was to be my primary counselor. I immediately was of mixed feelings....this Jeff was indeed one hot body but how was that going to fit in with my being totally honest which is what I had been told I had to be? Oh, shit, I thought, fucked again! Jeff led me down the hall to a much smaller and less luxurious office where there were two chairs and a sideboard for holding the phone and stuff. Jeff offered me a seat and took one himself, pulling his left leg up so that the foot rested on the seat and I couldn't help noticing that in this position his cut off gaped and left me with a great view of his snow white jockeys bulging with what I assumed was a couple of really hefty balls. I attempted to follow his lead and be really friendly and outgoing...not in character for me, I must say, but it was very difficult for me to keep my eyes off his package. I need to say here that I wasn't very experienced at gay sex having sucked only my cousin the summer before and circle jerked with a bunch of boys at a camp when I was 12. Now I was face to face with a totally radical stud who seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on my rapidly expanding crotch. Perhaps not totally oblivious as he suddenly asked if my erection had anything to do with his exposing himself to me. I gave the usual teenage answer..."say, what"...and he said "you know what I'm talking about, you can't keep your eyes off my crotch." So I admitted that he turned me on and he said "now, doesn't that feel better being truthful?" I had to say yes as it really did and for the first time in my life I opened up and shared with another human being my frustrations, my feelings and my "perverted desires" as I saw them. Jeff listened and when I wound down he said, simply, "I like to suck cock." I didn't think I heard him correctly but he went on to tell me that he had discovered that he was gay when he was in high school but that he had a much easier time as he was a "jock" and the other guys were more forgiving when it was a real stud and not just a nerdy guy with pimples. I guess my mouth gaped open and Jeff just smiled and said "you're going to be ok, in fact, I was just heading out to a buddies place for lunch and I think you might really enjoy it." I couldn't think why but he was making me feel so good I said yes and we were on our way. Jeff pulled up in front of a California ranch style house and we went up the walk and rang the bell. Jeff said to me just to be cool and go along with whatever happened. The door was opened a crack and a blond headed guy with piercing blue eyes stared around it and when he recognized Jeff he threw open the door and pulled Jeff into a big bear hug, kissing him on the cheek. I though this was very friendly for two guys especially when it sunk in that the blond was stark naked. Jeff pulled me in and shut the door. He introduced me as a friend who was a little confused about who I was and would it be alright if I stayed for lunch and the naked guy got a big smile on his face and said, "hell, yes! Why don't you guys get comfortable and then join us in the family room. Jeff said great and led me off to the side to another room where there was a bed and piles of clothes all over the place. I looked puzzled I guess as Jeff said, "look, these guys are all gay, they get together for lunch every week or so, and they do it in the nude...you are going to love it!" So I stripped down too, embarrassed as I was about my skinny body but Jeff took one look at my cock and said "not to worry....with that prick you are going to be very popular!" We walked into the den and I was immediately stunned by the half dozen or so guys spread out in various poses, all naked, around the room. One guy was wedged firmly between the thighs of another with his head bobbing up and down on a rather large shaft of meat whose owner was leaning back, eyes closed, making cooing sounds. I pulled my eyes away from that to another couple sixty-nineing on the floor and another guy getting fucked righteously in the ass. When I was able to focus I found that my own cock had slammed up hard and fast against my belly button and I was raring to take part in any and all of the lunchtime festivities. Jeff, who wasn't so bad in the cock department either, put his arm around me, kissed me on the mouth and said "what do you say you start with me..." and he put his hand on my head and pushed me to my knees in front of him where I met his cock face to face and devoured it whole. That lunch was "very" filling to say the least and I became a noontime part of the weekly gatherings. My depression lifted as my tummy filled with the delicious offerings of my new found friends and I guess I have to say that my "counseling" was very effective.