Gay Erotic Stories

“Yeah, that’s him, cum sucking little faggot!” Earl spit a wad of brown juice into the river below.

“Let’s go fuck with him … you can bet he’s got a cooler full of beer. He always does.” Bobby nudged Earl with an elbow.

“Shit. I can’t stand that sissy! He don’t like me, neither. He ain’t gonna give us no beer!”

“He will if you act nice, Earl. I reckon he gets lonely, nobody ever talks to him or nothing. He always buys me a beer down at the Tap, even if I just say ‘Hi’. He ain’t so bad.”

“Shit. He wants to suck your dick, dumbass. That’s why he buys you beer!”

“Hell, he can have my dick. I ain’t using it, anyway. Buy me a few beers and I might just let him have it.”

“You’d fuck a goddamn snake if it bought you a beer!”

“So? You never get thirsty? You got a long line of women waiting for your pecker? Fuck it. I’m going down there. He’s got a bottle, see it? Bet it’s Budweiser!”

“Wait up … let me reel in. I’ll walk down there with you. I been craving a beer all afternoon.”

“Shit, Earl. When did you NOT crave a beer?”

It was shady in the slew. Cooler. The backwater ran way back up into a pine thicket and curved away out of sight of the road. The two brothers picked their way carefully down to the bank. “Where’d he go?” Earl muttered.

“Look, there he is.” Bobby Lee pointed farther into the green shadows. “He’s fishing for catfish, I bet.” He stepped out onto a rock ledge that hovered just above the surface of the water. “Hey! Toby!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and called.

Earl looked up towards the road, nervously. “Goddamn, Bobby Lee. Tell the whole fucking world we chasing that faggot, why don’t you?”

“Fuck you, Earl. You always worried about what folks think … Folks think we’re a couple of no good red neck drunks. Who gives a shit?” He called again, “Yo, Toby!”

“He heard you, dammit, shut up.” Earl grumbled. The small aluminum boat had turned and they could hear the low growl of a trolling motor. He cut the motor and stopped a few yards off the rocks.

“Hey, Bobby Lee, Earl. How ya’ll doin’?” Toby Martin called in his light, pleasant voice.

“Fine, Toby. And yourself?” Bobby Lee answered with a wave.

“Pretty good. Ya’ll catching anything?”

“Nawh, nothing so far. We was casting off the bridge, thought we might see a brim or two, got too hot up there.”

“Hot and dry.” Earl added.

“You hit any cats?” Bobby Lee shaded his eyes.

“Got a nibble or two but ain’t got no supper catch so far. Thought I’d head up the creek, cooler water up there … might be a cat still awake in the shadows.”

“Yeah, they don’t like the heat at all, do they? We’ll ride up there with you if you let us … we ain’t doing no good around here.”

“And dying of thirst, too.” Earl put in.

“Well, hell, guys! Sure. I’d be glad of the company. I got a cooler full of Bud if you’re thirsty, Earl … would you drink one with me?” Toby grinned.

“Well, don’t mind if I do, Toby!” That’s all Earl was waiting to hear. He stepped off into the knee deep water and started wading towards the boat.

“Uh, Earl? Might be easier for you fellows to get in the boat if I pull up on that gravel shoal over there?” Toby pointed to the bank.

“Yeah… uh, that’s where I was heading, Toby.” Earl made a slight correction to his direction. The water was up to his waist before he climbed out on the shoal. Bobby Lee came around the long way, via the bank, and joined them just as Toby used an oar to push closer onto the gravel.

“Hell, he would have swum out to you after you offered him a beer, Toby!” Bobby laughed.

“A man that knows what he wants is ahead of the game, Bobby. Ain’t that right, Earl?”

“I just took the shortest route.” Earl shrugged, looked down at his pants. “Hell, I been wet before. Ain’t as bad as being dry.” He looked at the red cooler with a grin.

“Here, no point in waiting.” Toby tossed him a bottle and Earl caught it with more speed and coordination than you could rightly expect from a tall and gangly red neck. Looked more like the basketball player he was back in high school.

Bobby Lee laughed. “Good catch, Earl. Never seen you miss a beer, yet. Gimme a hand, Toby.” He stepped awkwardly into the boat and sat down with a sigh. “Come on, Earl. You don’t have to drink it all before … Oh, you done finished it.”

Earl tossed his bottle to the deep middle of the water and climbed into the boat. He didn’t sit down until he’d drawn a second bottle from the cooler. “Mighty nice of you, Toby … real cold goes down good!” He sat down as he turned up the bottle. He didn’t pause until the last drop rolled down the long neck. He licked it off and let out a huge belch. “Ah! This is looking like a mighty fine day after all.” He grinned all around.

Toby handed him another beer. “Don’t get up, Earl. I’ll pass to you.” He handed one to Bobby Lee. “Here you go, Bobby. There’s a bottle of Jack in that tackle box at your feet. I know you like a shot of Jack sometimes. He looked around, shoved off from the bank and started up the little trolling motor as Bobby leaned down to search for the promised treasure.

“Man, I’m sure glad we ran into you, today! This could turn out to be a real good afternoon!” Bobby looked up at Toby and grinned. “Yes sir. You might catch more than you expected today. “

“Mmm. Hope I don’t catch nothing can’t be cured.” Toby grinned. He aimed the boat for the darkest shade in the slew and slowly moved deeper and deeper under the over hanging pines. They approached a long low bank covered with moss and ferns. A flat gray layer of stone projected out from the bank and formed a jetty. Toby pulled up alongside. “I’ve been in this boat all day. Need to get out and stretch my legs a while.”

“Yeah, and take a leak, too.” Earl muttered.

“It’s a real purty spot, Toby. I never been this far back in here.”

“Yeah, you have. We used to come up here to skinny dip, remember?” Earl looked back at him. “Well, you was just a kid … maybe you don’t remember.”

“Yeah! I DO remember, now. With daddy and Uncle George? Sure, I remember. Been a long time, though. I’d forgot.”

“You skinny dipped in here?” Toby grinned, interested.

“Yeah, us and our cousins … boy cousins, you know? And even Dad and Uncle George. Damn, how could I forget? That was some good times.”

Earl was pissing at a tree up above the rock ledge. He turned to add to the conversation and his long dick swung into view. He was still shaking the last drops out. Toby glanced up and watched. Bobby Lee watched Toby and grinned.

“You remember the time Luke claimed he saw a water moccasin and everybody went yelling, climbing up the bank while he just laughed. He was lying and Uncle George spanked that naked ass until it was red! Luke squalled like a baby but he never did call snake again!”

“Toby sees a snake right now, Earl. But he sure ain’t running and trying to get away!” Bobby Lee laughed.

“Why, this here ain’t no poison snake, Bobby Lee.” Earl grinned and shook his dick. “This here is just a pocket pet. It never bit you, did it?”

“Hey, Toby …” Bobby quickly changed the subject. “You got anything to eat? I sure am hungry.”

Earl came back down the bank to where the other guys were tying off the boat. He still had his dick out in his hand. “I got you a little snack, Bobby Lee … eat some of this.”

“Okay, okay, Earl. We done seen enough of that thang. Why don’t you put it up!”

“I’ve got a couple of sandwiches in the cooler and some chips … a few boiled eggs, too. Help yourself, Bobby … you’re welcome to anything I got.”

“Thanks, Toby. I’m sure … Earl! What the hell are you doing, now?”

“I’m taking off these wet pants, man. What’s it look like?” Earl stripped off the soaked pants and peeled down his drawers. He hopped, barefoot, on the rock ledge as he kicked off one leg, then the other. “Hell, I’m going in for a swim. No fish biting, anyway.” He stripped his tee shirt over his head and spread his arms wide. “Man, naked out in the woods! Feels just as good as it ever did. I always loved skinny dipping. You guys coming in, too. Right?”

Toby just stared, his lips hung open, his eyes wide. Earl was a naturally lean and long boned man. It was the fine long bones that got Toby’s attention. “My god! He’s hung like a goddamn mule!”

“Yeah. He always had a big’un.” Bobby Lee looked up with a sigh. “I’ll come in with you, Earl. Just a minute, eating some of this here ham … mighty good, Toby.”

“Honey cured?” Earl came down the bank to them and squatted beside the picnic hamper. Toby couldn’t help but notice his dick dragging the ground as he sat there on his heels.

“I brought some smoked sausage, too.” He remembered.

“Man, you packed enough food and beer for a damn party, didn’t you?”

“Well, sometimes I find a little company. Never hurts to have plenty.” Toby spoke but never looked up from Earl’s crotch.

After the brothers had plundered the hell out of the picnic basket, Bobby Lee stood to strip off his clothes.

“Hurry up, Bobby Lee …” Earl splashed off into the stream. It was little more than chest deep in the middle.

Toby was spreading a blanket on the rock ledge. Bobby called to him. “Ain’t you coming in, Toby?” He unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off.

“Yeah… I guess. Sure.” He came down to sit on the rocks beside Bobby.

“Afraid I ain’t got a long dick like Earl.” He muttered as he dropped his jeans. He didn’t wear any drawers. “Not much to look at.” He kicked them off and looked down at Toby’s face.

“God, Bobby Lee! But it’s thick as a beer bottle! You could really hurt somebody with that thing!”

Bobby grinned, touched himself. “Nawh, I’m real gentle, Toby. I just slide it in real easy.” He shoved his hips forward and Toby leaned a little closer.

“You guys gonna come in or start fucking around already? Better let him wash it first, Toby! He ain’t had a bath in a week!” Earl laughed.

“Come on in with us, man. You never been skinny dipping?”

“Bobby Lee! I’ve got a hard-on for god’s sake!” Toby laughed.

“So what? We all gonna get hard pretty soon, right?”

“Are we?” Toby grinned.

“Well, sure!” And he jumped off the rock, splashed into the water and grabbed at his brother’s neck, tried to dip him under. They yelled and hollered like kids.

While the boys were distracted, Toby slipped out of his clothes and eased himself into the warm water. It was a wonderful feeling. Not at all like the sparkling blue pool at the gym. This was sensuous and languid. It was green and dark below the surface. It was like being a part of nature, sinking in and belonging. He closed his eyes and floated, relaxed … until Bobby Lee jumped on top of him with a loud hoot and shoved him under.

They played like twelve year olds, splashing and throwing hands full of red mud. Bobby’s favorite trick was to climb on Earl’s shoulders and let himself be lifted as Earl stood up then he fell off with a loud shreik. “Come on, Toby… do it!” They both encouraged him, shamed him until he did try it. Earl crouched low in the water and Bobby Lee helped him climb up, held his hand to steady him as Earl slowly stood and Toby’s head zoomed up to the level of the pine limbs and he reached up and grabbed a handful of needles just as Earl tilted and sent him flailing, flying to crash in the warm, welcoming water. It was dizzying, exuberant, fantastic!

Toby and Bobby Lee squatted side by side for Earl to try and climb up on their shoulders. Neither one could lift him alone. Toby felt Earl’s long dick slide against his back and he savored that close knit intimacy, that brotherhood-of-men feeling. He thought he had never felt so at ease with men before in his life. Just as Earl stepped high to set his foot on a shoulder Bobby Lee grabbed his long swinging dick and gave it a hard jerk. Earl yelled and they all went crashing under water as Earl fell on top of them. Bobby came up laughing hardest but Earl laughed, too … Toby knew he was in love with both these overgrown kids, these natural wonders.

Later, in the heat of the afternoon, they climbed out and fell, exhausted, onto the blanket. Toby was in the middle and it was just where he wanted to be, where he wanted to stay the rest of his life.

“Bobby.” Earl grunted. “Fetch us another beer.”

When Bobby got up Earl rolled onto his side and looked down at Toby. “Sure glad we found you, today. Best day I’ve had in a long time. ‘Preciate the beer and the food, everything … specially the beer.” He grinned. “We got something for you, too.” He looked down the bank. “Bob Lee? Bring the tin box, too.”

Toby sat up, curious. Bobby Lee was grinning. He came back to them and handed out beers then dropped a small tin box near Earl’s shoulder. Toby frowned. “What’s that?”

“A little herbal medication, that’s all.” Earl grunted.

After they’d lay there a while, nearly finished the beer, Earl opened the tin box and took out a fat joint, lit it up and passed it to Toby.

“Mmm. Nice. You grow it?” Toby’s voice sounded funny, trying to hold his breath.

Bobby took the joint. “Yeah. We been growing our own for two generations, right, Earl?”

“Best weed in the county, probably the whole fucking state!”

It was a fat, slow burning load. They got four or five hits each before Earl pinched it out and they all lay back and let the chemistry work.

“Mmmm. Shit. I can feel my hair!” Toby muttered. It seemed a long time, maybe an hour, maybe two minutes … then Earl mumbled, “Can you feel this?”

Another time lapse, then Toby realized Earl had his hand … He was rubbing his hand on a big, hard dick. Toby wasn’t sure which man’s dick he felt or if it was his own. “Yeah. It feels good.”

And Bobby Lee was leaning over him, grinning. “Damn, bro …”, Bobby Lee giggled.

Toby thought it must be his own dick because he could feel fingers on his balls. No, he felt a wet head in his palm. Fuck it, it was a dick. It felt good. He closed his eyes. He drifted. A face nuzzled against his neck, scratchy chin … He wrapped an arm around warm shoulders, squeezed. A fist gripped his dick, tight. A snake crawled up to his ass hole and tried to slide inside … no, that was Earl … he guessed … a tongue searched his ear, roar like a sea shell, the wonderful scent of musk flooded his nostrils and crisp hairs tickled his nose. He opened his eyes and watched the ripple of abdominal muscles above his face, close … He smiled and discovered a hard cock in his lips. He sucked. Bobby’s fat dick slid across his face and found Earl’s mouth. He watched from an inch away as brother tasted brother. Earl’s face went away; Bobby’s dick came back to his lips, wet. Earl’s gnarled hands came around from behind Bobby, held the fat member and guided it, caressed it. Earl’s snake entered him, wriggled its way deep into his bowels, and became a living part of him, warm and writhing around his spine. Somewhere in his depths Bobby’s dick met Earl’s, they kissed. He opened his legs wider, wrapped his calves around a hot, pulsating torso. His dick exploded softly, again, again, then again … He drifted to the limb of a pine tree, far above and looked down, watched the tangle of male bodies. He couldn’t identify his own from the two beautiful men and that pleased him. They were all beautiful, all strong, all trusting and kind and loving. He fell from the limb and drifted to Bobby Lee’s mouth, his swollen lips, and his hot tongue.

It was Earl’s chin with the bristles. That was Toby’s waking thought. He looked over at Earl’s profile beside him in the soft sunset light. Golden glints darted over the man’s unshaven chin. A long thigh lay with weighted pleasure over his own. They were tangled, all meshed together. Toby tilted his head and found Bobby Lee on his shoulder, tucked under his encircling arm. That softer face was as wonderful as his older, harder brother. Bobby Lee looked innocent and blissful as a child; his long lashes fanned like tiny palm fronds … Toby floated back into sleep.

It was dark when they got up at Earl’s insistence. Toby had a flashlight, naturally. It all felt different, now. The world seemed flat, again. They dressed amid small coughs and sniffles. Clothes felt harsh. They piled stuff into the boat at random. Toby and Earl climbed in and sat down. Neither of them had the energy nor the impulse to hurry Bobby Lee. The kid stood on the flat rock shelf and looked around. His ragged, loose clothes masked the golden and lithe body. He seemed a shadow of a real man, lit by starlight and the gleam off the water …and he looked lost. He seemed to be searching for something. At last he climbed into the boat and Toby started up the trolling motor.

They parted under the bridge. In the truck, on the way home, Earl had a long bout of coughing. He scratched at his crotch. “That fucking faggot. No telling what I caught off him.”

Bobby Lee didn’t answer. He was still trying to remember what he’d left behind. He rubbed at his hollow, empty feeling chest; sure it was something he’d miss. Miss real bad.

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