Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Blake and I've been seeing Aston Rider for nearly a year and a half. We had so much in common. We had a future, but my baby was stolen from me. He was taken from me and his family and there's nothing anyone can do to bring him back.

I'd been at Astons house on West Ruby Hill Drive, Pleasanton, and as usual we'd been well, you know, getting hot and sweaty. I was holding him against my muscled body while he was giving my pecs a good oral workout, his cute little Tongue flicking across my nipples, fully erect, as was my 10" man pipe, that's what Aston used to call it, and said he smoked a more healthy type of pipe! After he'd got me close to cumming, he dropped to his knees and got me nearly all the way down his throat, the boy had talent! He massaged my dick with his throat muscles and my ass was being squeezed and tickled with his cute hands. I loved it, the feeling of my ass being touched and played with, my cock bein looked after, and my boy looking up at me with his deep eyes. It always pushed me over the edge, and I was soon filling him with my hot hot seed. I could feel him swallowing it all, his eyes almost beggin me for more. He stood and pulled me into an embrace, then pulled me onto his bed, meaning he wanted me to fuck him. Now I used to fuck my exgirlfriend alright, shed complain that I was too big but then again she was a spoilt little girl. So fucking her made me feel good, taking away her inncoence, her goodness. But when it came to fucking Aston, I'd feel like I was ruining him. It would feel to me that my cock buried in his sweet ass was almost a sin. But it felt so damn good.

Like me Aston hated condoms. I hated the way they were clamped on to your dick in all the wrong places, making it feel uncomfortable, Aston in the other hand hated them because they didn't feel like a proper cock when they were in his ass. No problem for me! I'd lay him on his front, and lube his ass up with my hand, gently pushing a finger against his hole, after it'd got three fingers in and he was comfortable, I'd place my cockhead on his hole, I'd place a hand on his back and push. I'd feel his ass ring give and my head would pop into his delicate little ass, Id love the way he'd gasp with pleasure like it was his first time with me all over again. I'd give another push, and another 4" would enter him, I'd stop and wait for him to get used to me before I'd bury myself to my balls. I'd then slowly pull out so I was 6" out, before picking up a rhythmic pace and plough his ass. He'd occaisionally meet my strokes, and push so his ass cheeks would gently brush my hips. It was a great sensation. We'd fuck like that for a while before I'd hold him and rl o to my back, he'd either turn around or stay facing the mirror on the door (if we were at my house) and ride me like there was nothing in the world that mattered. And then I'd pull him down and hold him while my cock erupted into him, stream after stream of cum blasting into him, it made me so happy that we were together. Then we'd shower and I'd clean him up, I'd lather up his slender body and wait for him to soap up my athletic muscled figure, he'd alwys spend more time on my shoulders and arms, then I'd pull him into a tongue wrestling kiss and we'd plunge into the hot steamy water, cascading off our bodies, his hair would plaster itself to his forehead, I'd brush it off and kiss him again. He'd return the favor. We'd dress and go back down to either my tv and sofa where we'd watch the soccer or a film, or his pool or kitchen, and spend time with his family, his mom was a lively woman, always wanting to know how I was and if we'd gad a good day. Or if we were coming for breakfast, asking if our evening was good. Shed always take an interst you know?

So this time we'd been at his and we bothnhave things to do before we hook up again in the evening for a pool party at Leilas, she still talked to us! So I jump into my newly valeted A3, Astons stepdad did it for me as a thank you for cheering him up. And Aston got into his Moms Aston Martin DB9 Cabrio, cos his Acura had been written off from that accident :(

well I turned right heading towards the college and the soccer practise, Aston turned left, heading towards the mall, he was doing the family food shop. I hooted him and he did to me, I was at a stoplight watching him in my mirror, he had the top down and waved to me, as he pulled away to the main road, I felt my heart lurch, lime my heart was beig grabbed. Aston accelerated and turned right, as he did a White BMW M5 was overtaking a Nissan Maxima, the m5 was on the wrong side if a no overtake zone and was speeding. He tried to swerve to avoid Aston, but just crashed straight into him, I could only watch in horror as the M5 then career over the top of the DB9, it rolled off the drivers side and wedged itslelf on it's side between the Maxima and Aston. I slammed my car into reverse and sped towards te accident scene, a passer by already called 911, and what seemed lime hours later they arrived. Aston was unconscious, with severe cuts to his forehead, the forehead I'd been kissing moments earlier. They had him in the back of an ambulance and he was off. I rang Coach and told him I needed to be with Aston, at first he thought I was buying a new car, then he understood what i was tellng him. I rushed to the hospital, and was sat next to Astons bedsiden for a straight 30 hours before his heart, which was always giving him problems, gave up. Aston died. I watched with tears rolling down my face as the nurses and doctor tried to bring him back. His mom was standing next to me, holding my hand. We were never so close.

The Maxima driver broke her wrist and got whiplash from the force of the BMW slamming into her door. The BMW driver suffered no injuries at all, and tried to flee the scene because he was test driving the car. I spend every spare moment I can with My boys family, we still miss him though.

RIP ASTON R RIDER - September 30th 1990 - September 17th 2009

Nb: I haven't died! Me and Blake were talking about our biggest fears. He told me this. And I had to write it up. I told him my biggest fear was him going back to women and never talking to me again. I love him. So much.