Gay Erotic Stories

It was senior year of high school that things started to change. We were growing up physically and emotionally. I started to realize that I wasn't like other guys who were into girls, dating, and all that came with these. Dennis and I never really talked about that stuff. We did our thing and had fun. I did notice that we were getting closer. We did more than hang out. We supported each other and he really listened to me and I him.

It was on a canoe trip that things got a bit more physical. When the whole troop (adults and other younger Scouts) reached our camping site along the river, we set up camp and had fun. Dennis and I set up our tent away from all of the others and swam the rest of the day. Weeks before this, I caught myself staring at Dennis's legs. He was sitting Indian style on the ground wearing shorts. They were shorter Scout shorts and I could see his upper thighs. They were covered with light hairs. Sitting across him I could see the edge of his underwear near his crotch. I was starring at him wanting to put my hand where my eyes were transfixed. I think Dennis saw me checking him out at the time. Anyway, Dennis and I sunbathed along the river. He commented on how my chest and shoulders were getting tan. He rubbed lotion onto my back and I did the same to him. Later in the tent, wearing just our swim trunks, Dennis asked me to rub his back. He said it felt good when I put the lotion on. He turned so I would face his back and I rubbed him over. I loved feeling his back and I longed to feel more of his skin. Inside the tent air was very humid, almost sleepy. We switched places and he rubbed my back. I was screaming in my head for him to rub my chest as well, but he did not. When we switched again, I decided to go for it and I rubbed up and over his hard and built shoulders, the front of his biceps and down his thick arms.

Dennis was a good-looking young guy. He was about 5'9" blond/dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and a naturally defined body. He was about 145lbs. He had a nice coating of hair on his legs, arms, and armpits. He had some fine hairs around his nipples and across his backs that were really only visible by the touch. He had a greater collection of darker hairs around his naval, which went down into his shorts. His arms were built and his legs and thighs thick with muscle. His pecs were large and hard, but not too built, as he did no formal muscle toning. I was transfixed by his body, as it was harder and more hairy than mine. I am trim with some natural tone around my chest, but primarily thin and very smooth.

Back in the hot tent, I glided my hands across his back to his sides and onto his chest. I pushed my hands up his rounded pecs to his nipples, upper shoulders, then back down to his abs. I was surprised by the hair I felt under my palms. I explored his chest slowly and tentatively thinking he might protest or push my arms back. He did not. I got bolder and flicked his nipples with my thumbs. They were large and round, erect under my fingers. I planted my index finger tip on top if his nipples and rubbed them back and forth across the pad of my finger. I circled around his red areola and slid my hand across his pecs. At this point I was very hard in my swim trunks and getting light headed in the tent. He asked to switch and he gave me the same treatment. His warm large hands cupped my pecs and scratched my abs. He pressed his damp chest against my back and I felt his nipples glide across my upper back. My nipples were not as sensitive as his and did not get hard, although he played with them anyway.

This was the extent of our contact on that trip. On other trips that soon followed we repeated this "massaging" as we called it. As I took more pleasure in it, I felt it was wrong. I began to protest to his pleas of rubbing him. However, seeing him in tight white t-shirts, the way his chest filled out the cotton and the way his ass and crotch filled out his shorts drove me to continue to touch him, his back and chest anyway.

One week we made plans for me to spend the night at his house. I rarely went over to others' houses in high school. I told my mom we had a project to do and he had spent the night at my house the weekend before helping me with a research project. During this weekend he wanted to sleep with me on the floor together, but I said no, saying that he should sleep in the other bed in my room because my mom went through the trouble of making it up.

The weekend I was to stay at his house was a late birthday party for him. When we got to his house after school we went right up to his room, his mom was away shopping. We sat on his bed and he helped me take off my t-shirt and he turned his back to me, sat down, and I lifted the back of his t-shirt off. I straddled my legs around him and began to rub his hard, smooth back. With my legs on both sides of him, he took off my socks and began to rub my feet and legs. I pushed my chest against his back and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him, my palms over his pecs and thumbs flicking his sensitive nipples. It felt so good to embrace this warm and hard stud. He had trivia cards and to pass the time while we rubbed each other we would read the trivia questions and guess at them, letting them start conversations along the way.

I got more adventurous. The top waistband of his Fruit of the Looms white briefs showed above his low-riding pants. I would push my fingers just under the band above his ass and push my hands along his sides and to the front under the yellow and blue-stripped waistband. His skin was soft there. At one point he leaned back against my chest and tried to lean back to lay us flat. I stopped him, not thinking that he might want something more.

When we switched he felt under my waistband as well and pushed his hand down my back so he cupped my ass. Both his hands moved down and rubbed my ass and a little of the side of my thighs. He rubbed his face against my back and I felt the stubble of his face on my skin. He massaged my armpits. He rubbed the pressure point there and combed the hair out there as well. I massaged his legs and calves while he straddled me from behind. We were called down to his birthday supper. We quickly put our shirts back on and socks. I had to wear my shirt untucked to cover the damp spot of pre-cum that formed in the crotch of my pants. We had been shirtless and petting each other for a long time.

After dinner we went back to his room and helped each other remove our shirts again and our socks. This time I straddled him and began to stroke his chest again from behind. I want to touch all of him but I was afraid to go all the way and because I still felt as if this was wrong, even though I obviously enjoyed it. I loved the feel of his mature body and sensitive skin. I pushed my hands under his waistband of his underwear that was showing again and glided my hands to the front of his abs. I spread my fingers out under the waistband of his briefs and they went lower than his pants. I pressed close into his back and inched my hands down the front of his briefs slowly. I wanted to touch him.

He continued to read the question cards with me, not calling attention to what I was doing. I pushed my hands farther and felt some course hair meet the smoother hair that was around his naval. The tips of my fingers hit the base on top of his shaft and crotch. It was warm there and the hair was very thick. I pushed the fingers of both my hands down each side of his shaft, into the crease of his thighs. I felt more hair, pushed my hands together and felt the outline of his sack and then moved them back up to the top of his shaft, where I felt the hard base under his pubic hair. I inched my hands back up through and onto his lower abs again. I didn't really touch his shaft or his sack, just around it and I was thrilled by this. I hugged him from behind again and held him for a long time until we switched places and he was behind me.

He again started out by heavily stroking my back then my chest. He tried to move his hands up and down my chest just barely stroking my pecs and stomach to catch the ends of the fine hairs that were developing on my smooth front. He lowered his hand to hook his thumbs in my bet and pressed his body against mine. He then began to undo my belt. It was then that his mom called up for us to get his birthday cake. I heard him say, "Damn" under his breath as we whipped our shirts on, again untucked to show no evidence of our touching.

When we got back to his room from the cake we continued. I grabbed his Game Boy handheld game as he pushed my shirt off my back and off my head. He stripped his quickly by flipping it off cross arm and over his head. I marveled at his body as he did this. His body was almost chiseled in the definition. He nipples in the middle of this hard rounded pecs, the dirty blond hair in the muscled wall of his arm pits. The ay his shoulders tapered to his abs and the pants that hung loose around his waist and the hair under his naval.

I sat down on his bed and he straddled me again. He grabbed my shoulder and rubbed them hard then rubbed his chest into my back. He slid his hands down my arms and back up. Not wasting anymore time he moved his hands to my belt again. He flipped the top flap of my belt slowly and tightened it to get the pin out of the hole in my belt. He spread the belt back to each side and then placed his thumbs on my abs and his fingers on both sides of the button of my pants. As his fingers methodically turned the button and pushed it through the eyelet hole he spread the top of my pants open and pushed them down my waist with his thumbs. He then slowly undid the zipper and pushed the flaps of my pants to each side and further down my waist more. I could feel his quickened breath on my shoulders as he looked over them to see what he was doing.

He breath was warm and insistent. I could feel the warmth from his hands on my briefs he pulled the waste band down over my cock down and past my large balls. My dick flipped up hard exposed to the air. His hands explored my shaft slowly. He pushed my head through the inside of two of his fingers as his index finger on his other hand traced down my shaft. He cupped underneath my shaft, working more precum up to bead on the tip of my head. He spread his hand over the top of my dick and his other hand spread out under it, forming a warm pocket for my dick. I was breathing hard, pushing my hips into his hands. He began to kiss my hard shoulder and licked my lower neck. He continued to open mouth lick my shoulder as his fingers began to wrap around my head and stroke up and down slowly. It didn’t take long for me to feel a weird build up deep in my crotch. I began to breath deeply, heaving my chest up and down from around his arms, which were reached around from back. He kissed my neck and rubbed his hard chest against my damp back. My penis grew large in his hands as my cock head was pushed back forth his enveloping fingers. Then I knew I was going to come, I gasped and I felt cum pour up into my shaft and spurt out. I covered his fingers and cum landed on the top of his hands he continued to kiss my neck gently now. His arms on both sides of me pushed in to me in a former hug.

It was at this point that I freaked out. I had just released for the first time and the oddness I felt before settled in quickly. I pushed his hands away and bounded off his bed. I quickly hiked up my pants, grabbed my shirt off the floor, and barreled into the bathroom, which was right next to his room. I closed the door, locked it, and caught my breath. I cleaned myself up after a bit and returned to his room.

He was still shirtless on his bed. He asked if I was okay and I said fine. It was near bedtime and just then his mom called up for us to get a cot for me to sleep on in his room. I went down and got it quickly without saying much more. When I got back up stairs Dennis said he wanted to sleep with me in his bed, but I was too weirded out to say yes. I wanted to, but I felt like I had done something incredibly wrong. He pleaded with me but I said no. I went home early the next day.

To Be Continued...