2017 gay sex stories: Scratch that Itch – by dlcalguy. He caught me masturbating – but it turned out OK. Summer vacation after my first year at UCLA, my folks were busy travelling round the country on an extended college visiting trip with my sister.
2017 gay sex stories: Scratch that Itch – Part 1A
Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Boy, First Time, Gay, Oral Sex, Virginity
They were going to be gone four weeks and had leased the house through a rental agency to make a little money. I was pissed about it, because I’d been planning to make the house party-central for a month but, instead, I would have to stay with some family friends, George and Linda.
Linda traveled quite a bit and George worked from home so we had the house to ourselves all day and night except at weekends.
He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they’d given me watching videos and reading.
We didn’t have the internet at our house back then. (hard to remember those days.) But George and Linda did and I discovered the seemingly unlimited access to porn. So I was doing quite a lot of masturbating too.
At that age I seemed to have a never-ending need to jerk off. Everything got me hot, it seemed. I jerked off to all sorts of stuff. There had even been some gay videos. I was still a virgin back then with hardly any experience, so it all excited me, but some of the vids had inspired me to try tickling my ass while I stroked, and I found that I really liked the sensation.
One afternoon I was up there on my bed having a wank and George walked in without knocking.
I was lying there naked with some bi-sexual picture on the my laptop, beside me. I’d closed my eyes and was imagining what George’s cock might look like.
He had a stocky build and looked strong. I wondered if he had a nice cock. I imagined sneaking into their bedroom and watching him fucking Linda. Imagined his cock in her cunt. It was a wild fantasy.
I was miles away in my head and didn’t hear him enter. But I sensed a presence and looked up.
I was so embarrassed. I’d been lying naked with my legs apart stroking my cock and fingering my asshole. George had been watching. I jumped off the bed and down to the side away from him saying ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’. I felt my face getting hot with my shame.
George told me it was OK and apologized for barging in. He said he should have known better that to burst in on a young boy with time on his hands and laughed.
That made me feel better, but I was still hiding myself down by the side of the bed and wishing he’d go away.
But he didn’t.
He started asking me about what I was doing, how long I’d been at it, did I like it? Stuff like that.
I answered the questions even though they were very personal.
George saw what I had left on my screen and asked if I was gay.
“No, I don’t think so.” I told him.
“But that excites you?”
“Well, I guess so. It’s different.”
Somehow he made me feel more comfortable about the situation. He was so nonchalant about it.
He told me about a time when he’d been caught jerking off when he was a lad.
How an older man had caught him in the woods and it had ended up with them giving each other hand-jobs. George said ‘and some other stuff’ but didn’t go into details.
That was pretty exciting. I had only just been thinking about wanking off another cock and, as he told me the story, I felt mine, which had lost its erection when I bolted off the bed, start to harden again.
My hand dropped down to my lap as I sat there on my haunches listening to George tell his tale.
When he got to ‘and some other stuff’ he stopped talking and came round to my side of the bed and reached a hand down.
“Come on Paulie, if you’re still going to do it, at least be comfortable.”
I reluctantly took his hand and he hauled me to my feet.
George kept hold of my hand and looked me up and down. My cock was stiff and I made a feeble attempt to cover it up but it was impossible. Anyway, when I tried it, George told me not to; he said he wanted to see.
He turned me around and told me I had a sexy bottom. Bent me over slightly and ran his hand lightly over the curve of it. Then he turned me back to face him. He still held my hand in his.
I hung my head down so as not to look at him looking at me but then his other hand came into my view and he took my erect penis into his hand.
“So much nicer when someone else does it for you, right Paulie?”
I didn’t know, to be honest. I’d never even had a girlfriend do it for me at that point.
But it DID feel nice to have someone else jacking my cock. I mumbled something that was a reluctant agreement.
“Lay down” he told me, so I lay on the bed and he knelt between my legs, pushing them wide.
I looked down the length of my naked body and watched as he wanked me off.
He was looking up at me while he stroked my cock. And he kept up a running commentary.
“You like this, Paulie?”
“Nice to have your cock stroked, isn’t it?”
“You have a sexy cock. I like it.”
“Do you like it fast or slow?”
He varied the pace that he was rubbing up and down my shaft.
It all felt great and I told him so.
I laid back and closed my eyes. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Cumming!” I cried out and George aimed my cock so that my cum spurted out up my hairless chest. I felt it landing on my skin as he pumped me dry.
“Mmmm so much cum, Paulie!”
I moaned a bit.
With my eyes closed, I sensed him moving up on the bed so he was laying along side me.
Then I felt his fingers running up my belly and chest.
“Did you ever taste it, Paulie?”
“Taste your cum?”
I was surprised by the question. “No I never did that.”
He moved his fingertips up my body then I felt them against my lips.
His fingertips gently moved along my closed mouth, coating my lips with the cum he’d collected. I kept my mouth closed though.
“Go on, Paulie… you might like it. It’s OK. Just lick your lips… lick my fingers…”
I parted my lips slightly and traced my tongue along them. Brought my own cum back into my mouth and allowed my taste buds to analyse the flavor.
It was different. Nothing like I’d ever tasted.
It was weird to be tasting my cum.
But just a little smear on my lips didn’t tell me enough…
I opened my mouth and my tongue found George’s fingers. I was going to lick them but George pushed two fingers into my mouth and said I should suck.
I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked. Sucked the cum off them.
By then I was getting really turned on again. There was something about sucking his fingers…
And George was getting turned on as well. He was moaning quietly and making lots of encouraging noises next to me with his fingers in my mouth.
I rolled over onto my side towards him, still sucking his fingers and reached down and felt his hand rubbing himself.
We were looking into each other’s eyes now. My hand was on top of his as he rubbed himself until he moved it away. Then I felt it on top of mine, directing how I should stoke him.
He moved my hand up to his belt and I got the message.
Still sucking his fingers, I started to work on undoing his trousers. Drawing the belt through the loops and through the buckle… finally getting it loose.
I undid the button and pulled down his fly.
Slipping my hand behind the waistband of his boxers… it was awkward and he wanted to help. It was getting urgent for him.
He whispered to me…
“Should I get naked too, Paulie?”
I nodded, still sucking… sucking as he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and quickly stood and stripped off.
I lay there watching. Watching as he exposed his big dick. Smooth and hairless. I had never thought about shaving the little hair I had round my cock and balls, but seeing his completely shaved was amazing. His cock was pretty big anyway, but without any curls around it it looked even bigger.
George quickly lay back down next to me and my hand searched for his cock immediately.
We were face-to-face again but I wanted to take the same position that he had used on me. So I scooted down the bed and knelt between his legs, looking up at him.
I took his cock in both hands and started stroking up and down.
I felt so good. Big and stiff.
“Can I suck it?”
“You want to?”
I didn’t say anything, just lowered my head and took the head of his big cock into my mouth.
Felt his hands reaching down and holding my head there as he began gently rocking his hips upwards.
“Sweet lips. Sweet cock-sucking mouth, Paulie.”
I took him deeper into my mouth.
“Yes baby, suck me like that.”
He moved his hips up to meet my bobbing head.
“Take my cock, sexy boy”
I sucked and licked and my fist round his shaft moved up and down and he gently held my head and moved his hips up and down in time with me. It was so erotic for me. I’d never considered how nice it might feel. Maybe not to everyone, but I was discovering that I really enjoyed sucking cock.
I felt him tense and could tell he was going to cum. I didn’t know what to do but wasn’t sure that I wanted it straight into my mouth.
I pulled off him but kept my open mouth just above the head of his cock and stroked up and down faster and faster.
When he came his whole body went rigid and his hips lifted off the bed.
His cum spurted out of his cock onto my face and lips and some into my open mouth and it dribbled down over my knuckles gripping and stroking his hard shaft and down onto his hairless balls.
I swallowed what had gone into my mouth. Enjoying the taste of his cum now. Enjoying it so much I wanted more. I took his cock back into my mouth and licked along the entire length, Licking off his cum and swallowing. Then I went down and licked it off his smooth balls.
Finally I sat back up on my heels and we stared at each other as I licked the cum off my hand. Putting one finger at a time into my mouth and drawing it back out.
“You fucking tease!”
I smiled up at him.
“You fucking Siren!”
I was turning him on with how I was sucking my fingers. I don’t know what had come over me, but I was getting excited.
And so was George.
His cock had started to soften after his orgasm but now it was hard again, lifting away from his body as he lay there.