Gay Erotic Stories

Les was certain as any virgin boy could be that he could tease and seduce Ned just by fitting himself into a perfect pair of cock-and-ass jeans. Seeing himself in them got him to feeling like a rooster and he let out one hell of a Rebel Yell to let the world know he was ready to let ride, oh yeah, Sally, oh yeah, RIDE! But it was that yell that jumped out of him that brought Ned running from his room to Les wearing nothing but his skin and boxer shorts. What Les saw in the closet mirror and what Ned saw as he pulled 'round the doorway was this really neat farmboy showcasing a hard-on with the forward jut of his pelvis. In those well-worn white Levi's he showed a roll of hard cock, lying across the white denim as a clear sharp line of shadow. It was a heartstopper for Ned, whose own sex jumped up for duty. Ned's sky blue boxers had a taut fighter jet hard-on in an instant and this jet had a target with a load to deliver. Lester, wearing Ned's brother's hand-me-down skin tight Levi's found that his "come-on" cock bait was suddenly sex held in bondage. That rigid meat of his was no good unless the jeans, which showcased it, were stripped down. Les wanted Ned to strip them down and do it in slow motion, too. He wanted out of the blue, Rebel Pleasure: Their cocks would fly like the cat bird flies, in a low intense swoop. At this instant the boys’ long frustrated crush on each other ended and here, in the spare room, home to many of the O'Brian boys’ jack-off fantasies they were seeing their own arid fantasy for one another die and spring to life as something real. As hard as they were what each needed most from the other was a kiss. These two neat guys, both of them gay and virgin were being taken over by the rise of an awesome animal urge. This animal urge sought for an expression that was human, a kiss; a hot, lusty salutation. Finding this kiss, which had to be perfect in its lusty purity would come to them, but though their heads were together there was some sliding of lips across jaw lines to reach the well of life in each of them. And there at the well, men who kiss for the first time pay attention to the coupling, which could be likened to the precision of an oil well's coupling with the earth, to its necessary precision and the well-drilled gusher it gives. Here, in these boys, were probes set to touch in order to let the treasure remain to be tapped again and again. They obtained the lock of lips and mouth and it gave a shock of tingling nerves and multiple sensations up and down their bodies. Ned became almost desperate, grabbing Les tight and forcing his tongue so deep into his mouth that it was a depth counted not in inches, but in his need for Les in time, into eternity. In this kiss each boy sucked up each other's essence in terms of something that had to have no end. "Uh-ohhhh" and "Nooohmm" and "Th-ongingg" were some of their moans whose meaning is known only to them. They were letting it go, letting it go.... The kiss needed drums and each of them started banging their groins into the other. Locked at their mouths and beating their groins produced a transition that was away from sex as sex, into a head space where something coherent needed to be said, in silence, and each said it in his own way. The kiss stopped, the banging groins went still. They held the coupling of the kiss, but the kiss stopped for something to be said. In the time it takes to say "I love you," three times slowly, this thought came into each of their heads and hearts: "I am a man and I am with a man. This is so right for me." Frank, wide-open eyes met each offering everything to the other as only eyes can do. And now their groins began to grind hardcock against hardcock in preparation for the move to nakedness, which was to come. All that needed to be taken away was one tented pair of blue boxers and one pair of white Levi's. Les speaks: "Take 'em down." Ned stepped a half-foot back and making his large hands be felt on Les's lean squared off pecs and down his trembling abs he reached the first button. Les at the doorway to carnal pleasure changed from the slow-motion-man to the "Christ-get-'em-down" man. With nothing on under his jeans his hard cock sprung out at Ned, who grabbed that member and did a quick suck as though he were starving for it. Ned stood up and prayed Les would give him a little suck too. Those boxers came off without the quickie suck, but Les wanted Ned's awesome cock, so hard it curved up to its uncut head, to have the whole treatment. Les, taking care of business, said they needed to get to know each other better and he placed his hand around Ned's penis. (God, this is what it feels like!) Nothing...nothing feels like a cock--did Les say this or only imagine he did? Ned too got a-hold of his buddy's cock and while he held on to Les's shoulder with one hand, he dropped his head back and did a little dry wanking on Les's impressive bone. Naked farm boys playing with each other's dicks like "I'll-show-you-mine" kids do sometimes. Les pushed Ned down on the daybed near the open window, where the morning heat was beginning to build, so the breezes coming in were sometimes cool and sometimes warm and dry. "Blow job, honey?" "No. I want us to cum together--Honey." Ned didn't take to this honey business, but he sure loved Les and when Les suggested 69-ing that sounded good. "First, I want us to taste each other's cock without going all the way, then we can do 69 and cum. So, suck my cock, cocksucker." Les loved being called a cocksucker and went down alongside the daybed to approach Ned's long rod from the side giving him some sidestrokes. Ned, normally the quiet one went instantly into deep moans. When Les took cock all the way for the first time, the moan from Ned turned into a high pitched screech, which turned Les on and he was suckin' double-time. Tongue works, lip pulls, puckered lips all over Ned's wet meat. Going for his balls was one Ned didn't figure in and it almost got him to cum too soon: "Stop--stop!" Breathing heavy it was Les's turn down and he kissed Ned before he just lay back with his hands behind his head, expecting a good ride. Ned is the better farmer of the two and if he lacks anything it isn't in the planning department. Surveying what Les had to offer him to work on set up a plan of suck-attack. "Whatcha got there boy, dewdrops on your cock?" Ned took the dewdrops as his pay, up front, so to speak. "They're good, send me another order up, will ya?" While Les was working up more precum for Ned to eat, Ned took hold of his pole and held it with both his hands like he was carrying a flag in a parade. He's a cock lover. "Hey, don't pull the fucker off me!" Ned was a little excited, but he got about the business of being a cocksucker himself. Corkscrew around with his mouth must have been good, because Les left his hands behind the head casual thing and took hold of Ned's head, letting him know that this was driving him crazy and he wanted more of it! Ned didn't have much to do being ordered to do the screw job as he was, so he decided to up the ante by poking a dry finger up Les's ass just to see...by gosh, the boy really, really likes it! (I'm gonna fuck you, honey--do ya hear?) Les must read those thoughts in Ned's head because he started to buck wildly, with deep about to cum breaths. "Hold it, Babe. Let's make it last." Now, with hard-ons in each of their mouths, they begin the trip that'll get them to cum in each other's mouth. How low can you go? Gay boys know that this ain't low. Two virgin gay boys know. What you get is what you give and 69-ing is the hottest way for newbie gayboys to get off in the big leagues. Sending messages with their mouths around hardcock is fine art. They both are ready. They both want it now. When the mouth strokes and the moaning peak you're about ready to cum together. Farm boys cum together. Let everybody cum together. In their heads they scream silent things. As the cum rises to its shots we hear a mixed chorus of moans: "Ungh-nnuhgh!!" and "Hee-ithch-ka!!!" Thank heavens. The boys are OK. They'll do all right. To be continued