Gay Erotic Stories

I suggest you read the four part story of “A Tale of Texas Ranchhands” to get the full meaning of this story today. This story starts, Sunday morning after that story being on Saturday down in Texas. I will assume you have.

With the dawning sun only beginning to light my room at the ranch, I came suddenly wide awake. I realized that I had been dreaming of Ronnie, my cousin, who was sleeping only two rooms away from me and I had been ravishing him in my dreams.

Dressed only in my Calvin Kline briefs and with a white cotton robe around me, I went to Ronnie’s room and opened his door which I had remembered was unlocked the night before.

Ronnie had kicked off his covers and was laying on his bed, stark naked.

Hoping my new found cousin was still wanting training to become a good cocksucker and a good pleasing piece of ass for some new friends, I came close to his nude body and felt his limp cock that I had drained dry at the party. The touch was sufficient to wake the sleeping man up.

“Oh, hi, Bob.” Ronnie said as he blinked his eyes to get them working again, “I thought you were going to come to my bed last night when you got home from Big Jake’s party.”

“Big Jake worked it so I was the star entertainer in the closing act of the party and I got fucked by about twelve or fifteen guys. I was really beat when I got home here and got my gut cleaned out.” As I spoke, I slipped my briefs down and, as bare ass naked as Ronnie was, I got on the bed with him.

“You feel good,” Ronnie stated as he grasped my cock in one hand and his matching cock with the other hand.

“You know, Cuz,” I said with a smile, “We should have practiced French kissing yesterday. It is a real hot way to meet and greet the right guys.”

“Hell, I’ve been doing French kissing since I was fifteen and the girls sure thought I was from Paris,” Ronnie roared with boyish laughter.

“Well, gay guys like to be kissed like that… or at least a lot of us do,” I said as I licked the head of his morning hard on. With just that large drop of pre cum on my tongue, I gave Ronnie a deep French kiss and he responded by slipping his tongue into my throat, something new for me.

“Would you give me just a little fucking, Cuz? I want to see if it is still the same feeling I got yesterday.” My cousin said and he rolled on his stomach so his bubble ass was up and inviting.

Playfully swatting his rosy buttocks, I gave the novice some good advice. “After you have been fucked and better still before you venture out to get fucked, you should clean out your lower bowels with a douche or an enema. You lose friends fast if your fucker pulls out and finds he has a lot of your dinner on his dick.” Ronnie made a grimace but he asked if I had a douche bag he could use. I asked my cousin if he wanted help using the bowel cleaner and he said I could assist if I wanted to. I wanted to.

I will skip what happens with a douche. If you want to know, ask your doctor. Just learn to take it like a man.

When the nasty part was done, I did slip my rampant cock into Ronnie’s butt hole for maybe six inches and for five or six strokes. It felt good but I knew there was other work to be done.

“Have you thought about what you want to do, Cuz?” I asked as I went down on Ronnie’s beautiful cock that looked so much like my own did.

“Yeah, I have,” Ronnie began to lay out his plan, “I have to fly to Austin Monday at 8:oo A.M, which means 7:00 A. M. in the airport at Dallas. Listen to my idea. Let’s take the GM station wagon and drive to Dallas starting in say an hour. It should take about two hours but we will take our time. We can pretend we are two brothers, you a gay cocksucker and me bi-curious who wants to learn more about being fucked and sucking dicks.”

“Sounds like a fun trip but will there be more than you and me?” I asked.

Yeah, we will pick up a hitchhiker on the road I know that is used by some of the military bases and a couple community colleges. Our story will be that we are from Houston and I want to learn to suck dicks as good as you do. That much is true enough.

“OK.. Sounds hot so far.” I said.

“I will be in the back seat and we will try to get the guy to come back for a blow job or a chance to fuck my ass,” Ronnie continued. “I could have my cock out or do you think that might scare some straight guy? Anyway, it will be fun for a Sunday and we can stay overnight in a cheap hotel and maybe pickup some more meat to use.”

An hour later did find us on the old road to Dallas. Our overnight bags were packed with KY, Rush, various sizes of condoms and a tube that could be attached to almost any sink faucet that had an irrigator end that could be used as an enema, We planned to eat lightly, something I learned at an early stage of my development. The day was nice and we did see a couple guys hitching a ride but they did not appeal to either Ronnie or me. Finally, after passing a church that had just let out, we saw a young guy walking along the road and he turned to thumb a ride.

“I like his looks,” Ronnie stated and I replied that I did also.

I stopped fifty feet ahead of the young man striding along. When he saw our car standing there, he hurried up to the passenger side door. “How far are you going, Sir?” our quarry inquired.

“Depends on how far you will go,” I replied with a licking of the lips.

“Hey, Dude!” the young man exclaimed, “I am not a fag.”

“You don’t need to be a fag, Buddy,” I answered. “You will find we have two fags already just aching to service you in the car. How far were you going to hike?”

“About five or six miles down the road to my girl friend’s house.” came the reply.

“How would you like to get to your girl friend with your cock already sucked dry and maybe with a good piece of ass already enjoyed?” I asked and then I added, “That’s my virgin brother back there behind me and he wants to learn to suck cock as good as I do. You can teach him all you know and we will spring for your lunch later.” The young man stepped back to look at Ronnie. “Damn! That is a huge cock he has out playing with. You sure he won’t try to make me suck that or try to fuck me with it?”

“The only thing he wants from you, Pal, is what you give him on or from your cock,” I told the fidgeting young man. “Or do you want to try a man’s peter in your mouth also?”

“No, Sir. I am curious about getting sucked off and fucking his ass but not if I have to get screwed too.” our quarry finally agreed and he got in next to Ronnie. “I ain’t never done this afore, but some guys in the barracks say it happens all the time along this road.”

“So, you were hoping for this all along?” I asked.

“Well, kinda. A good buddy told me he got laid just down the road maybe a hundred feet last week end.” The guy reported as he flipped his six inch cock, already as hard as it could get, out for Ronnie to suck.

As I drove off, Ronnie had the young man’s pants and shorts to the floor and was sucking away like he knew what he was doing. I drove until I found a quiet place in some trees and I waited and watched and wished it was me who was sucking off the stud. I studied my cousin’s technique and made mental notes on what to tell him to improve for the next guy we picked up.

“I’m ready to throw a fuck into your hot ass, Ron,” our guest stated as he got off the bench seat in the vehicle so Ronnie could use it as his bed.

With Ronnie stretched out on the bench seat, his pants and shorts now off, the young man who had by then told us he was in the army, using a condom he had in his pocket and KY we furnished mounted my cousin and fucked him slow but good. I could tell Ronnie was enjoying the neat equipment the soldier had between his legs. As the soldier climaxed, he laid on Ronnie’s back for five minutes. As I started the car, the man rolled off and tossed his filled condom out the window.

“Hey, Sirs,” the soldier announced, “that was a great blow job and the piece of ass was outstanding. I had one damn awesome time with you guys. Thanks for picking me up and if you want, I can be here next Sunday also.”

We soon came to a roadside café and the soldier took the ten dollars we gave him and we went on our way.

The next guy we found was ten miles down the road. A 20 year old farmer or farm hand. Clean overhauls and white shirt like he was dressed for a formal country party. He, however was not hitch hiking. He was in a neat little country town.

I waited until our quarry was a hundred feet ahead of the other strollers on the little town’s main street which was clearly marked, ‘’Main Street.”

“If you were looking for a good hamburger, Pal, where would you go? “ I asked.

“Bide-A-Wee Café, the obviously young German looking man replied.

“And if you were looking for a good blow job, Pal, where would you go?”

“In this town I would have to wait until someone like you came along,” the farm hand replied with a big smile. “Only one cocksucker in this town and he is not always a good one.”

“Get in the seat behind me,” I replied and before any of his neighbors could get near, I slowly drove off. The farm hand opened his fly and took out a thick seven inch plump uncut cock for Ronnie’s next pleasure. Ronnie took to it like it was dessert for the first dick he had sucked just a few minutes before.

“This guy is a good cocksucker,” our new friend stated. “I know where there are three of four farmers who would like some new guy sucking their whangs.” he added as he caressed Ronnie’s hair. Following his instructions we pulled in behind a feed store almost out of town. “Stay here until I find out if now is a good time.” the farm boy said as he restored his saliva covered prick into his overhauls. The man went inside the building thru a door close to the car.

“This is working like a charm,” Ronnie said. “Suppose I will get fucked here with these guys? He added.

“Soon find out,” I said and thought that was a stupid thing to say.

After a short time, the farmer came out of another door and motioned for us to come over there. “There are six guys in there and they are all hot to trot. Now three are like 18 to 23 like me. Three are a little older. Older like 40 and 45 and one is Gramps Horton who is 72. Gramps will probably screw whoever he gets the hardest of all the rest of u. That reminds me, is he,” pointing to Ronnie “the only suck and fuck boy or do you swing the same way?”

“You found me out, Pal. Yeah I swing the same way and I will get plowed like my brother here,” I replied with a smile. We left the car and went into the rough looking unpainted building.

We were shown into a clean room with a sofa and a cot. “This is the best we can do right now,” our farmhand friend told us, “If we knew we would have company today we could used the cafeteria at the school house but we have to let Greek John know ahead of time.”

“Is Greek John in the crowd today,” I asked. I watched as Ronnie stripped naked and took over the sofa leaving me the cot.

“He wasn’t but Frank called him so now there is another guy on his way and he is hung like a plow horse.” The farmhand was stunned when he saw my dick and Ronnie’s dick. “Hell, you guys know about big cocks all along. Greek John is not as big as either of you guys. I almost forgot, Georgie, the druggist, the town’s regular cocksucker should be back from church in time to help you guys out.

I was later told that the other men were in the washroom washing their various sizes and shapes of penises since that was the rule that Georgie had laid down for them to follow on Sundays. The crowd began to come into the room we were in and our naked bodies fascinated most of them.

“My horse, Old General, wishes he had a cock like that,” one farmer said looking first at Ronnie’s and then at mine.

“Which one is going to be the one we fuck?” one older farmer asked and I heard the reply from the crowd, “We get to fuck-em both, I think.” Another unidentified voice, “Well let’s get started. My cock wants action and I gotta be home in lessen’ an hour or the old woman will rake me hard.”

One of the younger partially naked men approached me with his seven inches in one hand. “OK, fag, I guess me and you are the openers. On your knees and start your best suck job.” With that, I followed directions and the show was on with me slurping on that young Texan cowboy. Another of the younger guys took command of Ronnie who was soon on his knees also with what looked like a Mexican cock working in his mouth.

I stopped sucking my man’s nice dick to look about to see what we were in for and I counted three more of the younger guys and three of the older men all bare ass naked but still wearing their blue work shirts. My man told me, “Keep sucking, fag boy, you ain’t even made a good start on me yet.”

I heard one of the older men say, “We ain’t had a gang bang like this since that guy that was the hobo sucked us good for two hamburgers.”

Another voice in the crowd said, “I sure got my rocks off that time. He sure had the tightest butt hole to fuck. Do you remember, Jim?” I guess it was Jim who replied, “Sure I do! I kept him on the ranch for three days fucking him a couple times a day ‘fore he went on to California.”

Either Ronnie got a guy with a short fuse or he had become a cocksucker that was better than me as his man unloaded his sperm load in my cousin’s throat while I was still being mouth fucked by my first man. In fact, I have to admit, that Ronnie had sucked off the two older guys and two of the younger guys while I was servicing three of the younger guys. Gramps had been moving about being vocal but just stroking his eight inch cut cock with the gray pubes.

About then, a fussy man with glasses and a thin mustache showed up. “Hope you queers have been keeping things clean around here.” As he spoke he was shedding his suit coat and pants, revealing his white boxers. As his classy underwear went on the neat pile his other clothes were stacked, we saw his five inch dick standing up hard. Nude except for his shoes and socks, the newcomer applied KY to his asshole and told one of the recovering young guys to come to him to fuck him. That was Georgie, the druggist, His choice of fuckers was a guy I had sometime before sucked off and he was quickly up to fuck our helper. Another young man proffered Georgie his prick for a blow job and the man was obviously happy in his chosen work.

Georgie, from a lot of practice, got on his hands and knees with his face into the groin of his suck master and was soon being well and soundly fucked by the young cowboy. “Hey, Joe,” the druggist said, after a bit of time, loud enough for all to hear, “I have been thinking of this ever since the collection plate was passed. Screw me good, Joe, that sermon was a hell and brimstoner and I think the preacher was talking about me.”

Gramps got the idea he wanted to fuck me but I talked him into fucking Ronnie instead as I thought my cousin needed that kind of experience. Ronnie was allowed to lay face down on the sofa and Gramps climbed on without any foreplay. It was lucky that Ronnie was well lubed as the old man had more stamina than most of the younger guys I was sure. I watched the two on the sofa as Gramps played his cock in and out of Ronnie like he was trying for a baby. Ronnie’s facial expressions went from pain to pleasure and I was sure I knew when my cousin had his first involuntary ejaculation but since he was on his stomach I could not be sure.

My turn to be fucked had arrived when our first friend told me to lay down on the towel he had so he could use my fuck hole. While waiting for my soon to be fucker finished lubing me up, I noticed that Gramps was hard fucking Ronnie without a condom but then I thought that would be good experience for my cousin.

I knew our orgy was about over when I heard a few of the sated men getting dressed and excusing themselves by saying that the cows needed to be brought into the barns for milking or some other such excuse to leave. I noted that none of them said that they were just fucked out or their cocks would not stand up to another fuck or blow-job but I could not blame them. We still had Gramps to bring to a climax and Georgie was blowing one of his regulars. I was without a sex partner so I started cleaning up our play pen.

Fully dressed, I loaded the van and when I returned to the scene of the orgy, I found Gramps standing over Ronnie with his cock dripping cum on my boy’s well fucked anus. Ronnie pulled on his pants and shirt but went to the car barefooted. “I gotta have an hour of rest at least,” my cousin muttered as he got in the back seat and stretched out on the bench seat.

Following road signs I drove on into Dallas and parked in a small park while Ronnie slept for two hours.