Gay Erotic Stories

Dag sat in the grassy clearing where he had first found Jadon. He sighed as he thought of Jadon’s sweet face and his petit, beautiful body. He noticed movement out of the corner of his right eye and turned to see Jadon off in the distance. He smiled and felt his cock pulse and grow. Jadon came into view wearing a black tunic belted at the waist with tight brown leather pants and the knee high boots that he had worn the day before. He carried with him the drinking water he had collected a satchel of berries and nuts, and a small brown paper bag. Dag was charmed by Jadon and laughed to see him playfully skip towards him. Jadon stopped in front of Dag, who was seated on the ground, propped up at the waist with his arms behind him. Dag’s loincloth bulged; this sight let Jadon know how glad he was to see him. Jadon teasingly hid the bag behind his back and giggled shyly when Dag asked him what he had brought. His sweet smile widened and he handed Dag the bag. As Dag was opening the bag Jadon seated himself on his lap with his legs straddled on either side, his small ass resting on Dag’s firm cock. Inside the bag was a small glass jar with an ornate lid half filled with Jadon’s sweet Fairy cum. Dag smiled, unscrewed the lid and was about to drink the sweet nectar from it when Jadon placed one slender finger on his lips. “Don’t spoil your appetite Dag”, Jadon purred, making his voice as low and as sexy as he could. “I could never get enough of you my beautiful Jadon”, replied Dag. He drank the sweet cum. After the last drop was gone from the jar he pulled Jadon to his chest and kissed his mouth, sweeping the inside of it with his tongue, sharing Jadon’s sweetness with him. Jadon swallowed hard, threw his head back and moaned. Dag placed sweet suckling kisses up and down Jadon’s slender neck evoking soft throaty whining noises from him. Dag unbuttoned Jadon’s tunic and untied the belt exposing his chest. He sucked and playfully bit at Jadon’s hard little pink nipples. Jadon wiggled his ass on Dag’s cock making it pulsate and drip. Dag lifted Jadon from his lap and stood up. He carefully removed the leather pants trying not to rip them like he had the leggings the day before. Jadon sighed and smiled at Dag. Dag knelt before Jadon and lapped teasingly at his cock. He enjoyed watching it twitch at each teasing lap of his tongue and was amused at Jadon’s sighs of impatience. He could tell that Jadon wanted to be sucked. He grabbed his hips and took his cock and balls into his mouth. “Oh Dag”, Jadon moaned. Hearing his name uttered in the sweet whisper tone of Jadon’s voice excited Dag and made Jadon all the more desirable to him. As Dag sucked Jadon’s cock, he reached around to play with his buttocks. Jadon squirmed a bit but did not protest until Dag tried to insert a finger into the tight swirl of flesh in between them. He squealed out in what was obviously pain and his once hard cock started to soften. Dag looked up at his face, surprised to see tears welling in his eyes. He brought Jadon to him and sat on the grass cradling him like a child. He caressed his hair and forehead as he inquired about the squeals of pain and the tears in his eyes. He was worried he may of hurt him when fucking him the day before. “No, no lover it was not you”, cried Jadon and he began to sob. Dag calmed Jadon and listened to him tell the story of how Jonis had forced him to be fucked in the bathing pool. Dag was angered but did not let Jadon know he did not want to frighten him. Dag layed Jadon on his belly and spread his buttocks. He lovingly licked his hole, which made Jadon moan and whisper “yes, yes”. Dag fucked Jadon’s sore hole with his tongue, darting it in and out as he fondled his balls. He stopped when he heard Jadon say, “Dag I feel as if I could cum”. He flipped him over quickly and sucked at his hard pink cock. The flow of sweet cum came quickly and Dag sucked it from the slit in his cock as it poured out. Jadon’s face was sweet and placid, Dag could tell he was exhausted. Dag lie beside Jadon, his cock still hard, he closed his eyes and listened to Jadon breath. He slipped into a peaceful slumber and awoke to find Jadon aside him, the tip of Dag’s cock in his delicate mouth. He tongued the slit in Dag’s cock as he tugged at his large bulbous sac of balls with both hands. He had not expected such treatment from the exhausted Jadon and came quickly because he was caught off guard. Jadon giggled as the Ogre’s cum pelted his red lips and dripped down his chin. Jadon, in a whiney childish way, told Dag he had to leave early his Da would be home before nightfall and expected him home when he returned to the cottage. Dag dressed Jadon, kissed him, then playfully smacked his bottom and sent him on his way. He decided he would follow Jadon home so that he would know where his lover lived, that way he could leave small gifts for him if he chose to. He followed Jadon to the edge of the forest, Jadon unaware of course. He smiled at the two-story cottage. It was made of stones and logs and was surrounded by beautiful wild flowers and cobblestones. The quaint, neat abode was fitting as he thought of his Jadon. Just as he turned to walk towards his own home at the other end of the forest he remembered that Jadon had not taken his satchel or the water home with him. He ran to gather them up, afraid that Jadon might be punished for returning home empty handed. He found them in the clearing and hastened to the edge of the forest. He was too late! Through the layer of trees at the edge of the forest, he could see Jadon bent over a sawhorse, his buttocks exposed, and his Da paddling him. He hated to see Jadon punished and decided he must emerge from the forest and make some excuse that would exonerate him and end the fierce paddling. He yelled to the older Fairy to stop beating his son it was his fault that he came home empty handed. Jadon’s buttocks glowed red from the paddling and he quietly wept, unaware of why his Da had stopped and Dag’s presence. Dag handed the older Fairy the satchel and the water and explained to him that he had pursued his son and made him trip. He continued by saying that Jadon had barely escaped his clutches and left the satchel and water behind. Da looked down trodden as he pulled Jadon to his feet and dressed his lower half. He pressed the lad to his chest and stroked his hair telling him, “so sorry wee lad, so sorry”. Jadon began to sob uncontrollably into his Da’s chest still unaware that Dag was there. Dag slipped into the woods; he did not want Jadon to know that he had talked to Da.