Gay Erotic Stories

Subject: Two kids"tell m. Don't try this at home, kids.

The X Monster

If there's one thing I like about being head boy in an all boys school, it's that you can get away with anything.

One day, while I was taking a leak, and thinking about what I would do with some of those really cute kids, I smelled something ... I looked around and saw smoke curling up above of one of the cubicles. I banged on the door, "Open up!" I yelled. There was a rustle, a flush and then the door opened slowly, and there stood Matt Hardy, one of the troublemakers of the school, and a real stud, and reeking of tobacco. I thought about what to do, and then had an idea that I didn't think the headmaster would approve of, but which I most definitely did.

"OK, Hardy, you know what you were doing there, and I know what you were doing there, so don't try to argue about it," I told him, in my most authoritative voice. "I'm prepared to let this drop, and not report you for it, if you come in on Saturday to do a job for me." Another great thing about being head boy is that I have keys to the school and can come in whenever I want to.

"Uh ... what would the job be?" he asked, nervously. It was great fun to watch this handsome stud, normally so superior and aggressive, and who could have floored me with one punch if he'd tried, reduced to a nervous little kid.

"You'll find out on Saturday." I had him over a barrel, and he knew it. If I reported him to his teacher, he would be in serious trouble, and right now he was in enough already, and he couldn't afford any more. Hmm ... Matt Hardy over a barrel ... yum ... Snap out of it, I told myself, you've got plenty of time for thoughts like that later.

Now all I needed to do was get a hold of another good-looking kid, and everything would be ready. And I knew where I would like to get a hold of hold them, too.

Two days later, I was walking through the lunch hall, when an opportunity presented itself. A scuffle broke out in the queue, so I wandered over to sort it out.

"You, tell me, what do you think you're doing," I demanded of the ugly, fat blob of a kid who I had seen started it.

"It was him, he pushed me first," the blob whined accusingly, pointing at Graham Lawrence. I had seen that Graham, probably the cutest kid in the school, had only been an innocent bystander, and although he was always in and out of the headmaster's office for minor misdemeanors, we usually saw eye to eye and he would never cause trouble when I was around. But he had been close enough to the fracas for me to get away with blaming him for it.

"Come with me, Lawrence," I ordered. He started to protest. "Now!" I shouted. I took him out into the corridor, and started to tell him how the head dealt with kids who fought while at school, how he could be expelled, how it would be on record for ever that he was not to be trusted, how he went looking for trouble.

His piercing blue eyes opened wide with fright. "B-b-but I didn't do anything," he stammered.

"Oh, come off it, Graham," I said. "I saw exactly what happened. Now, I should really report you, but I don't really think you're a troublemaker, so I'll forget all about it, if you come in on Saturday, to do a job for me."

"OK," he whispered, as tears started to well up in his beautiful eyes. I watched his tight little butt as he walked off. This was going to be fun, I thought to myself.

Graham was the first to arrive on Saturday morning, his fair hair flopping down neatly, framing his gorgeous face, with a rueful smile. Matt was - typically - late, wearing a tight black T-shirt, accentuating his hard, rugby player's body, and looking sullen. "I need your help making a short film," I told them, as I took them into the gym, which I had been preparing earlier. This came as a surprise to them, but was understandable - Graham was involved backstage with every school play there was, and Matt had appeared in quite a few, although he was no great actor. They looked unseeingly at the video camera perched on the gymnastics equipment, and at the mats scattered on the floor. Then, as I locked the door behind us, their eyes showed shock, as they saw the half a dozen condoms of all shapes and sizes, and the tube of lube, on the table.

"That's right," I told them. "This is a film for me to enjoy. You two fucking each others' brains out."

I told them the 'script'. "We'll start off with you two sucking each other off. Not at the same time, though; one after the other. I think you should probably have all your clothes off for that. Then once you've each blown, you can get down to the good stuff. I've brought protection for you, so you don't need to worry about that. Then when you've both taken it up the arse, we'll see what you want to do after that. And remember, whatever you do has got to turn me on!"

The two of them stood looking at each other as I walked over to the camera, unsure of what to do next. "Get your kit off!" I called over to them, and set the camera rolling.

Matt, on every sports team and well used to wearing his birthday suit in the locker room, quickly started to strip off. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, well-built chest, his firm six-pack, already coated with a liberal helping of thick, black hair. He dropped his tight jeans and stepped out of them, showing off his thick, muscular, and very hairy legs, and stood in his bulging striped boxer shorts. And what a bulge! Those shorts should have been baggy, but he packed them right out, and it didn't look like he had even started to grow yet.

Graham, shy, was slower in baring himself to the gaze of others. By now, he had his shirt off, to show his slim body, and only a light dusting of hair under his armpits, none on his chest or smooth stomach. Feeling my impatient stare, he quickly took off his trousers, exposing his skinny, smooth legs, and a tight pair of red briefs.

Neither of them would go any further. Matt wanted to assert his dominance and seniority by forcing Graham to show himself first, and Graham was too scared of being the only one there naked. "Oh come on," I yelled. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three!"

They took off their underwear as I finished the count. Graham stood, slightly hunched, not too keen for us to see his short, circumcised penis, hanging lightly above a pair of small balls that were squirming around each other. Matt stood proud, his dick, framed by a thick black bush, was more impressive; thick, long, with a nicely tapered foreskin, hanging straight down over his bulging bollocks. Although only just sixteen, Matt, with his hard, athletic and hairy body, could have easily passed for 18 - especially if he was naked - while Graham, only six months younger, looked several years his junior. It was not hard to see how Matt had got his reputation as a stud - he had allegedly fucked half the girls in the town - while Graham's nervous behaviour led me to think he had never seen anyone get their kit off before - and I was dead sure he was still a virgin. But not for much longer.

"Get over here," Matt demanded, walking backwards to lean on a vaulting horse. "Get your head down, and start sucking!"

Graham complied, meekly. He knelt down, and took Matt's still limp cock into his mouth, and started to work his tongue round it. This was clearly turning him on, as his own knob quickly grew, to stand 5½ inches, rock hard, curving up to his stomach. Matt's weapon was also filling out inside Graham's mouth; Graham started to gag on it, and tried to pull away, but Matt grabbed his hair roughly and held him. Graham was clearly in pain, impaled on Matt's erection, and was struggling to breathe. As Matt relaxed his grip, Graham jerked his head backwards, gasping for air, and I could see why he had been in difficulty. Matt's cock, now fully engorged, must have been ten inches long, his cockhead huge and purple, his shaft as straight as an arrow and thick as my wrist. Graham tried again, but he could not take this monster right into his mouth now, so he sucked and licked and sucked and licked around the top, over the head, down the sides back over the head. Matt was having a good time here! An experienced and practiced stud, Matt could hold back for a long time. After quarter of an hour, Graham's mouth started to ache, and his pleasuring was flagging. Matt again grabbed him, and started to pump his throbbing member in and out of Graham's gob, face fucking him for another five minutes before he tensed, and went into rapturous spasms, as he pumped load after load of his warm, sticky cum into Graham's mouth. He shot so much, that as much as Graham was trying to swallow it, most of it dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin, landing in gooey lumps on the floor.

Matt directed Graham to lie down an a bench. He straddled him, and sat down on his ankles, leaning forward. As he did so, his now drooping knob flopped against Graham's leg, and still covered in his thick manjuice, dripped onto the bench. Graham's own dick, still hard, was starting to ooze precum, as Matt took it between his warm, wet lips. He licked and he sucked, with his hands, he fingered Graham's balls and arse, and after only a couple of minutes, Graham's chest started to heave, and he emptied his balls into Matt's waiting mouth. Matt easily swallowed the small load, and licked Graham's cockhead clean.

"Your turn to fuck me, now," Matt said suddenly, much to Graham's surprise. Graham walked slowly and apprehensively to the table, and started looking at the condoms, not sure which one to choose. He picked up a cheap one and opened the packet, when he realized a slight problem - his dick was deflating, and no way could he hold a rubber on it as it was. He looked up at me. I shrugged my shoulders. What did he want me to do? He was the one who had to get hard, and he was going to have to do it all by himself. He dropped his right hand and started to tug on his little friend. For a couple of minutes he continued to pull on it, massaging his shaft and his balls, pausing only to spit on his hand to speed up his erection. He looked up at Matt, lounging against the wall, who raised his dick to it's full size in just seconds, without even touching it. Graham's jaw dropped, and he redoubled his own efforts.

Eventually he was erect again, and he quickly unwrapped the rubber and fumbling, inexpertly, put it over his cock. Matt, seeing he was now ready, again took the lead, and lay face down on the bench they had used earlier, his legs dangling over the side, his huge dick squashed under his stomach, resting in the pool of cum he had deposited before, his firm arse raised in the air. Graham walked towards him, then realized and went back for the lube. He put some on his hands, and rubbed it into Matt's hairy crack, sticking a finger up his hole. He leaned forward, until the top of his dick was pressing gently against Matt's arse, and gingerly pushed. Matt grunted as Graham broke into his virgin shitter. Despite his numerous sexual conquests, Matt had only ever been with girls before, and no-one had ever entered his backside before. It was not too painful, though, as Graham's well-lubed skinny member moved slowly in and out. The feeling of Matts' flesh pressing against him, squeezing him, was just too much, and after only a few thrusts, his small body convulsed, and he dribbled a little cum into the end of the rubber. He withdrew, looking pained, as his knob quickly shrank, and he took the condom off and dropped it on the floor.

Before he knew what was happening, Matt grabbed him roughly, and threw him down onto the bench, so he was lying on his back in the growing pool of sticky semen. Graham lay there quietly while Matt walked over to the table, grabbed the largest rubber there and with a practiced hand rolled it down his thick piece of meat. He picked up Graham's legs and pushed them up and back towards his shoulders, and started to lube his tight backside. He leaned forward, and Graham could feel the huge, swollen cockhead pressing against his bum, and could feel Matt's warm, coarse breath on his face. Matt eased forward, pushing his head just inside Graham's anal ring. Graham cried out in pain, as he felt his back passage being violated. Without waiting, Matt plunged in, burying his massive shaft in Graham's arse, his enormous bollocks slapping against Graham's tender skin. Graham screamed, as Matt mercilessly pounded in and out until the anguish subsided. Matt grabbed Graham's shrunken prick on one huge, rough hand, and his shriveled balls in the other, and toyed with them as he thrust his manhood into the poor kid.

It was not long before Graham was once again hard, his prick pressing hard against Matt's pounding stomach, tickled by the hairs. As Matt continued to masturbate him, Graham realized he was not going to be free of that rod that was penetrating him from behind. But it was all he could do to keep himself erect, he couldn't get properly aroused with this animal on top of him, filling his face with his foul odor, dripping sweat onto him like rain. Matt carried on fucking Graham for nearly half an hour, not once relenting, until with tears in his eyes, Graham came for the third time, a few small spots of the white liquid dribbling into his belly button.

As he did so, Matt picked up the pace, and his pulsating head exploded deep inside Graham, filling the rubber almost to bursting point with load after load of his thick, creamy manjuice. He pulled the rubber off his still hard pole, and tauntingly held it over Graham, dribbling cum all over his face. Then, as his hard-on subsided, he bent forward and slapped his dick against Graham's tender face.

That's a wrap! That was the best video I ever owned, and it has given me hours of pleasure since. I hope you enjoyed the tale.