A gay adult story: Gay Pleasures by pleasurelover ,
This is my story
Gay Pleasures
This is my story, a gay story, depicting both emotional and sexual situations. If you are offended by the depiction of or feel uncomfortable with sexual relations between two persons of the same sex and an obsession for cock, skip this story and read something else. If however even though you may not be gay but are open minded you might enjoy this story and even understand why we are what we are. Who knows, you might be tempted to try it sometime! It’s your choice.
Gay Pleasures by pleasurelover – Chapter one
I was born and raised on a Midwest farm, went to school in a small town a few miles away and had what you could call a normal childhood except for one thing: even though as a small boy I received my share of toy guns, trains, G.I. Joe’s…etc; however ever since I can remember I was more attracted by and secretly played with my older sister’s dolls and other feminine items whenever I had a chance. I loved to dress in her clothes and look at myself in the full size mirror of my closet with my little penis firmly tucked between my thighs wishing I was a girl.
As I grew up I would use my sister’s lipstick, wear her bra that I would stuff with tennis balls to look more like a woman. I must say I had large hips and a round ass and with my long blonde hair and my shaved long legs you could mistake me for what I wish I were. At school I had to pretend to be the ultimate macho (I am an expert horse rider) and play all the boys’ sports.
I was an excellent student, loved by the teachers, though considered a nerd by many of my school companions. Of course not everything was bad! By participating in the sport activities I was close to other boys and had the opportunity to be with them in the showers after practice. I furtively admired their muscular bodies and their appendage and I always had to exert considerable control to avoid having an erection, even though the inevitable happened in a few occasions when I had to run out of the showers to avoid being caught.
What I loved most was that a few times some of my friends who considered themselves well endowed would parade in the nude in front of us to make the ones that nature had not so favored envious and jealous. I realized that in comparison I was about average and would welcome these sessions when I could freely look at these beautiful cocks without any fear.
Needless to say I would always get a raging erection which I could not conceal but always explained that I wanted to show them that when I had a hard on I added a couple of inches to my pole and was not that much shorter than them, which of course was false but this provided an easy and plausible explanation. Once I was laughed at by one of the “machos” who invited me to touch him to see the difference. Needless to say he did not have to repeat the invitation and as I touched him with trembling hands I had my first experience with another cock and I was speechless and dizzy from the incredible sensations this provoked in the deepest of my being.
I felt like rubbing the hard member with my hand which lingered to the point that my friend must have realized something was wrong as he abruptly yanked his pole out and gave me a strange and puzzled look. I hurriedly went back home, locked my bedroom door, almost ripped my clothes off and had the most fantastic masturbation session of my whole life to that point, dreaming about the cock I had just held in my hand and alternating between caressing it and taking it between my wet and hungry lips until I could not hold it anymore and shot the heaviest load so far in my young life at the same time that I imagined my friend’s big cock flooding my mouth. I was lucky my parents were still in the field and my sister visiting a neighbor as my moaning, grunting and cries of pleasure when I exploded must have been heard all through the house.
Gay Pleasures by pleasurelover – Chapter Two
After that brief moment in the showers I was firmly decided not to waste anymore time particularly as my whole body was crying for some urgent relief. I had read about glory holes in a magazine a friend had lent me and had wished I could be in a booth sucking on a large pink head poking through that hole, so I went searching for an adult store in a larger town about an hour away. I found what I wanted in the phone book and hurriedly found my way to the forbidden place. I was furious and almost cried when they would not let me in (I was only sixteen at the time).
As I sat outside, despondent and trying to think what to do next, an older man, I guessed in his forties, who was coming out of the store tapped me on the shoulder and asked if he could be of any help. I was embarrassed, did not know what to say and looked at him silently with my sorry eyes for the longest time. After a while I realized his hand was still on my shoulder and, was it my imagination! I could swear his warm palm was softly rubbing me through the thin fabric of my shirt. I must have turned red because he asked me if I was feeling OK. I was finally able to talk and complained that they would not let me in the store. He smiled gently and invited me to accompany him to his house to view the movies he had just checked out. Incredibly I accepted without giving it a second thought.
A short while later I was comfortably seated on a big leather sofa in my new friend’s living room while he took out one of the tapes from the black bag from the store and loaded it in the VCR. Before starting on the machine Jack, that was his name, bluntly asked me if I didn’t mind seeing a gay movie. I tried my best to appear nonchalant and liberated, while a huge fire was in fact burning inside me, and told him there was no problem. I had never seen any gay magazine, much less a movie and my hands were tightly wrapped one around the left arm of the sofa and the other holding firmly my right knee.
As the movie started I was mesmerized by the scenes on the screen and my entire body was tense as a string as I looked at the beautiful naked bodies of men who were fondling and kissing each other. I was so taken by the action that I did not realize that Jack had sat next to me until I felt his hand lightly caressing mine on my knee. Surprised, I tried to withdraw my hand but he held it and asked me if I did not like it. I sheepishly told him I did not mind. Soon after, he put his left arm behind me and started running his fingers through my hair.
I was in such a state of excitement that I did not realize how close he had moved and when his warm lips gently touched mine’s I hungrily opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Meanwhile his right hand had moved up my thigh and was fondling my erect cock through my jeans sending electric waves throughout my body and I covered his hand with mine. Seeing my reaction he did not waste any time, unbuckled my jeans and lowered the zipper. Suddenly his warm hand was inside my boxer shorts and softly running up and down my shaft.