The following is a gay erotic story. You're not gay? Stop reading! You're not eighteen? Stop reading! Wanna copy and reproduce? Go ahead. Just e-mail with comments at Nancyboy@gay-isp.com.
The Rent By Nancy Boy
My name is David Emery and I am in the biggest mess imaginable. How did end up in such a mess? It started simple enough. I just had to get away from home. There was tension enough between me and my stepfather, Len Sumner, and it was only gonna get worse. Len works construction and had married Mom when I was three. He's the only father figure I have ever known but he disliked me as a kid and hates me more now. Len doesn't know I was gay yet and when he gets that tidbit there was gonna be hell to pay. Not that I'd done anything yet. I only knew girls, even ones like Mary Lewis who was willing to go all the way during Christmas break did anything for me. Now, guys? My best friend Mac Udell could get me sporting wood just by bending down to pick something up. If he knew about how many times he'd starred in my fantasies when I beat off me and Mac probably wouldn't have been such good friends.
Anyhow, that's how I wound up moving from Albuquerque to Phoenix between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'd earned enough credits to finish school early, had some money saved up, and figured it would tide me over until I got a job that would pay rent and all. Mac was a year behind me in school and was due to start ASU come fall and I'd see him then probably. My mom cried but her husband assured her I was doing what a man's gotta do. Funny how my stepbrother didn't need to do the same? The asshole was paying the way for his kid one hundred percent. Not that I hold that against Lucas. He was a good guy and couldn't help who his dad was. Our mutual half-brother Jacob needed someone at home to watch out for him so it worked out.
Well, worked out except for the whole supporting myself thing. You would have thought I'd have gotten laid at least but I had no clue how to spot a gay guy. I'm cute enough, I'm told. I'm almost six foot and have a swimmer's build from all the years I put in on the swim team. I have brown hair I keep short and brown eyes to go with full lips and what grandma always called a button nose.
I had some clothes and my computer but could barely keep my head above water working as a night stocker at Wal Mart. The place I was staying was a hole and I couldn't even afford cable or a phone. That's when one of the other stockers became my angel.
Del Tyler is a great guy but I don't want you to get the wrong impression. He's old enough to be my dad. The stocker job is just one of his jobs. He drives a bus during the day. Del, a widower, has four boys, Thomas, twins Paul and Saul, and Jude. He says I remind me of his youngest. I should have been insulted since the youngest is fourteen but Del meant it as a compliment so I took it that way.
Del gave me a ride home one night in the middle of January and was horrified to see where I lived. The Square is sometimes the highest crime neighborhood but it was only second worst when Del drove him. There just happened to be a few extra hookers out and the first road he turned down had been closed because of a gang shootout. Del decided then and there I didn't belong there. It was the work of twenty minutes for him to pack me up and move me into a bigger apartment that was over his garage. Del's brother had been staying there but had gotten a job in Seattle a few weeks ago. I could tell Del's oldest, Thomas, wasn't happy but didn't give it much thought. At seventeen and a high school Junior, he was too young top be given the apartment I was now using.
A few weeks later and life was good. I still hadn't had sex with a guy yet but I now had cable and the internet. There were very few gay websites I hadn't been to and I now knew where the gay bars all were. All I really needed was a car and I'd rid myself of my virginity once and for all. Maybe I could even find some guy that looked like my Mac and do it up good.
And the rent? All Del asked for was what they considered the cost of the electricity and whatnot I used times two. Half of the money he was putting in a bank account that I could have when I finally moved out. But that isn't the money that matters. There was another price that I never saw coming.
The dreams were getting hotter and hotter and were gonna make me do something soon. In these dreams I get to do everything that I've only seen on the websites I've finally been able to check out again. Then came the day when one dream was the most intense ever.
It was a normal enough scenario. One of the many sleepovers me and Mac had growing up turned sexual. In this one I was on my back in the tent in my backyard and Mac was straddling my chest. In reality I've never seen his hard cock but it was long, steely, and thick as it thrust in and out of my mouth.
Then I woke up and very little had changed.
True, I was in my bed in the garage apartment but I was still spread out on the bed with a huge, hard dick pumping my face. The shocker though was who I was sucking off. Looking up a sleekly muscled torso I saw the face of Thomas, the son of Del's who had been originally promised this apartment. Thomas was a Junior in high school and one of the stars on his school's soccer team. He was tall for his age, probably five foot eleven and was all muscle. He had the darkest hair, kept shaggy, and eyes an ice like blue. The kid who could easily have modeled was crouched over me with his dick pushed into my mouth!
For a moment I was too shocked to react. Plus there was something so wonderful about finally having sex with a guy. Thomas smiled down at me when he saw that his hard cock had finally gotten me to wake up. Then the downsides hit. I was blowing the son of the man who had taken me in and who'd kill me if he found out. Then there was Thomas' age. Consent in Arizona is eighteen and despite how big his cock is, Thomas is only sixteen. Forget Del throwing me out. Sex with Thomas could mean jail time!
"What the fuck are you doing?" I managed to ask when I wriggled my way from underneath the kid. He laughed, and not in a nice way.
"Um, I'd think it was obvious," Thomas sneered. His spit wet cock bobbed in the air between us. He moved to shove that thing in my mouth but I rolled off the bed.
"Stop it, Thomas! I'm not into this shit!" I lied. That only got another cruel laugh.
"That thing between your leg says you love this. A lot." In my panic I'd forgotten how hard my dick was. I might not be as long and thick as Thomas but what I have was standing at full attention and leaking precum like mad.
"You're gay too?" I asked as Thomas went over to my computer. He chuckled as he clicked on a program I knew I hadn't been running when I fell asleep.
"Gay? Shit, no. I just want my dick sucked and me and my buds don't hang with any girls that put out," he said as he climbed on my bed and spread his legs wide. He smiled when he saw my eyes were riveted on his fist as it worked up and down his hardon. "That's where you come in. I know queers love sucking dick so I think we're a perfect match!" My mind is reeling. It does sound good but the downsides still won't go away.
"Thomas, you're too young and your father would kill me!" He's planned for this apparently.
"Look at your computer. See what I did." My still hard cock points the way as I head for the computer. Shit! He used my webcam! He recorded him face fucking me and sent it to his computer. I look at him in horror. "You'll never be able to get to the file. I'll show it my dad and tell him you were forcing me into this shit. Be a shame to go to jail and lose your place to live and never even get to finish what we started, eh?" He has me and he knows it. I have to admit, part of me is thrilled. I get to suck that beautiful cock of his and with so much less guilt.
I crawl onto the bed between his legs. The smile on his face is one of victory but I've won in a way too. After so long of wanting to do something like this, it's finally here. I take his hard teen dick in my hands. It feels so cool. It's soft feeling despite it being as hard as any dick I've ever seen online. I stroke it up and down a few times and get a low groan from my blackmailer. There's also a few drops of precum leaking out. I lean down and lick them off.
"Don't tease, man. I gotta cum something fierce." I do as I'm told, taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. This is my first time but my mouth knows what to do by instinct. It's as great as I knew it would be.
I slowly start taking more and more in my mouth, an inch or so more very time I move downward. The taste of flesh and his precum has my own dick just as hard as the one in my mouth. At first Thomas is content with letting me do all the work but the pleasure becomes too much for him.
Thomas' hands went to either side of my head. They gripped on to my hair and took control. He started forcing my head up and down even as he started thrusting his cock upwards. All I could do was try breathing through my nose as I continued to suck that delicious teen cock. This may be a nightmare but it' also a dream come true.
My own hard cock was rubbing against the sheets but I barely thought of it as I thrust against th fabric. I could have taken matters into my own hands but there was so much else to do. Thomas groaned his appreciation as both of my hands started playing with his nipples. I was not gentle and the way he sounded, I knew he appreciated that.
We lasted as long as we could but we were both turned on as hell. Every muscle in the high school Junior's body was tense as he thrust at incredible speed into my mouth. His grip on my head was almost painful. I had just managed to start deep throating Thomas when the end came.
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Eat it, fag boy! Drink it all!" And with that, Thomas erupted. It was so cool. It was like every one of his muscles locked him in place and Thomas' dick got the hardest yet. There was this wild rippling along the flesh and the salty taste of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop and as I did, my own cock shot its biggest load in ages into the sheets. I kept sucking until there was no cum left and let Thomas' softening member reluctantly slip from my mouth. When I looked up at him, I saw someone feeling very, very satisfied.
"Not bad for your first time, David," he said as he rolled out from under me and started looking for his clothes.
"How do you know that?"
"Dude, you write every stupid thought you have on your computer and there's no password on anything," he said as he wriggled back into his T-shirt. "I got bored while you were at the mall the other day and decided to check out your stuff."
"You went through my stuff?"
"Whatcha gonna do? Tell Dad? After this, I don't think so." Thomas finished dressing and came over to where I sat on the bed. "Look, we each got something we wanted."
"Thomas, this wasn't right. There's gonna be so much trouble..." I can't look at him now. All I can think of now is how much trouble I'm gonna be in. Thomas roughly takes my face in his hand and makes me look him in the eyes.
"There's gonna be nothing, Davey, just so long as you keep on doing what you did just now." Uh oh. "I'll see you tomorrow when I get off school for more of the same, dude. You keep on doing what you've always wanted and I get my rocks off regular. "You can't be serious." The potential for disaster is huge but I really don't think Thomas is joking.
"Serious as a heart attack, dude. Think of it as part of the rent," he chuckles as he walks out. Yep. This is one hell of a mess I've gotten into.