Gay Erotic Stories

Back when I was a single guy, I met a lady who had kids from a prior marriage. I was primarily gay but, because of the military, was keeping up appearances as being hetero. What got my attention about her was mostly her oldest son. He was a fine looker, in his mid-teens, slim build, blond, with a fine piece of meat between his legs as I found out later while camping with scouts and boating.

As I was involved in scouts, I enjoyed it because of the campouts and the chance for guys to really get together and enjoy just being guys on guys’ terrain – mostly outdoors and far away from civilization. We even had some guys who were into Indian dancing to the max, and what came along with that was that they had managed to develop some really fine hard bodies from all the dancing.

David, one of the older dancers, who had been with the dance group for some time and was soon graduating from high school and would be leaving for college, had developed his body to the point where his thighs and hips were just the answer to every man’s prayers. They were firm, smooth, shown off to the max, and you just drooled whenever he took the ring. All of the boys usually wore shorts under their costumes. But David as time went by and he developed his dancing presence, gradually cut his shorts shorter and briefer to the point where he eventually switched to wearing those thin nylon tricot shorts without liners. He’d already cut out the liners and eventually was even cutting those legs shorter and shorter. Eventually, especially when it was just guys around, he began to depend on just the feathers of the outfit to cover him and didn’t seem to have anything holding the feathers on. With that he seemed to get his head into the dancing even more.

The kid appeared to be a sex demon in his performances always looking for any way to better show off his body. His testosterone was obviously on a high and he dared anyone to counter him as he was game to play at whatever games they wanted to.

Eventually, I had to counsel him about what he was doing only because some of the other adults were concerned. David came into my tent area in costume after performing and stood there in full costume with those hard leg and stomach muscles tensed up. When I mentioned that he was not wearing shorts under his outfit, he said that he’d realized that Indians didn’t have shorts, and he was just being realistic.

I praised him for his performance, but asked him to sit down – that I needed to talk with him for a bit. He asked me if that is what I really wanted so soon after his performance. I wasn’t sure just what he was getting at but it soon became obvious. I told him yes, we needed to talk now. With that he said that he had to take off his costume to be able to sit since he didn’t want to damage the feathers and that I was in for a little surprise. I just wasn’t sure what he was talking about but soon found out.

He began to pull off his dance costume by first removing his leggings and then the headdress and then his chest piece which was mostly a bone harness with a leather back and bones covering his chest and stomach.

Once he’d removed all that, he only had on the gear covering his hips which were a fully feathered rig that covered both the front and back. It appeared to be just suspended against his body with no apparent belt to hold the two pieces on. Before when he’d asked me if him removing his costume was what I really wanted, I wasn’t aware just what he was asking me. I guess he was feeling me out as far as how accepting I was of his other side. I have to admit that I was quite surprised at what followed.

He told me that he usually removed his costume in his own tent or in private. That should have been a hint, but I told him we needed to talk and he just needed to get out of costume and sit down. With that he showed me all too quickly just how he’d set himself up with the costume based on his own imagination. I’d have never thought about it until he started to remove it. He’d come up with a cock/ball sack with a drawstring to hold him in similar to what now is called a foreskin pouch.

He stood up and standing there mostly naked with the feather pieces suspended in front and back of him, started to remove the front piece. It took him some doing but he reached behind the feather piece and began untying something. It was a leather thong that attached the piece by being tied around his cock/ball pouch. Once removed, all that he stood there wearing on the front was this cock/ball bag that enclosed his privates. It was tied off with a leather draw string that tied off the bag and enclosed everything in a fairly small pouch. What was surely noticeable was the large amount of wetness on the front of the pouch. I suspected that it was mostly pre-cum or piss – I just wasn’t sure which.

That’s when I also found out he kept himself smooth. He was fairly smooth anyway with a very short fine blond hair – mostly on his arms and legs. But I soon noticed that he also kept himself smooth in the groin as well. When I mentioned it, he told me that was so the costume didn’t pull on the hair and besides – weren’t most Indians smooth as well with little or no hair?

Once he set the front piece aside and stood there in his glory, he asked me is I was really ready for him removing the next piece – that I probably wouldn’t approve of what he’d fashioned – that it was not as the Indians had truly done their costumes.

I told him whatever and that he needed to be able to sit down. Whatever he’d done was his problem and to continue. Of course, with the removal of the front piece, he’d already gotten my attention and I was already drooling. There was no doubt that this young man had a fine piece that needed working on and draining. Damn – I hated it when the kids took control and had higher testosterone levels.

He then proceeded to bend his knees and squat down. That got my attention for sure. Then he just grunted and pushed out something and grabbed the feather back piece, pulling it up behind him. That is when I noticed that it was attached to a J-shaped piece of metal and on the end was what most of us would have considered a fairly large butt plug. It was similar to an ass-lock unit seen on sites like Fort Troff. It had been in him the whole time during the performance and that is why, as he explained to me, he kept his cock and balls enclosed in the sack so his cock didn’t really extend from the sensation on his prostate.

I was a bit surprised by what he’d pulled out, although I’d enjoyed the same thing over the years, so it was not the overwhelming surprise that he’d expect from a totally straight dude. I just told him that he’d surprised me but that it was a nice sized plug. He said that he’d suspected my reaction from what he’d observed around camp and from what he’d found out from some of the other guys in the troop. Damn the luck for sure.

In any event, there he stood with his cock and balls encased and dripping, and a plug just having been pulled out of his ass after prancing around in front of a bunch of guys while dancing. He said that as much as he enjoyed Indian dancing, he enjoyed the head games even more. That was obvious judging by how much additional juices were flowing and saturating his pouch.

Suddenly, with David standing there in just the pouch, it was obvious that he was beginning to grow inside the pouch. I had to admit that I was as well and it just couldn’t be controlled. Since most of us wore just jog shorts and t-shirts around the campsite whenever we were camping in the warmer months, it was a little difficult to hide what was happening. He said that it appeared both of us were suffering from the same problem – that we were getting hardons. The conversation had suddenly changed and the focus now was on me getting my mouth around David’s cock.

David walked over and just stood there in front of me with his pouch almost even with my face. I reached out and grabbed his ass cheeks and brought him closer to me so I could engulf his cock inside the pouch in my mouth. The sensations were great with the slight smell of his sweat from the dancing and the taste of his wet pouch. It was a combination of both pre-cum and piss. He said that he was sorry, but once the costume was on, if he had to take a leak, he didn’t have any choice but to just piss in the pouch and let it drain out. I told him I didn’t mind if he didn’t mind me sucking his cock head thru the pouch.

David just smiled and said he was enjoying it. It wasn’t long and he started to buck in my mouth and started to cum. Luckily he’d made or gotten the pouch out of fairly thin material so we both got good sensation but also that I was able to suck his cum thru the material. It would have only been better if I could have had his whole tool down my throat, although I was able to on later campouts.

After David had shot his load and relaxed, it was obvious that I was the only one who was still in distress. He said he could handle me by either giving me a blow job or, since he was already undressed for it, he’d sit on me and I could fuck him. Besides, since he’d already had the plug in, he was already open for use. I told him hell yes, turn around and sit down. He lowered himself onto me and began a great ride. I was able to reach around and fondle his pouch and it wasn’t long and I was shooting my load deep inside his guts and at the same time he was cumming inside the pouch once again.

Once I’d began to slide out of him, he stood up and turned around and asked if I wanted to suck his cum from the pouch. I was glad to oblige and drank it down with gusto. By standing there, he was able to clench his ass cheeks and hold my load in without loosing any. I asked him if he wanted to clean up before leaving and he said no, that he was used to having a load in him. He just reached over and grabbed the rear set of feathers with the plug attached and pushed it up into himself. That way he would keep my cum load inside while he performed his next dance or until he was able to get back to his tent. He finished putting on his costume and said thanks and he looked forward to the next time.

David said that there were a few of the other guys, including my stepson, who knew the way he’d rigged up his costume. Sometimes, he would play with them, especially after a performance and after he’d pulled out the plug. He enjoyed getting fucked by the guys and then having the plug reinserted so he could go back out and dance with an ass full of cum and the plug holding it all in. He said there were times when he’d even had to change to a larger plug after being fucked to make sure that it didn’t slide out during a performance. At least now he could say that he’d had both the son and the dad, although we weren’t the only dad/son that he’d already done.

Now, that was really getting our “counseling” session moving in a totally different direction.