Best Gay Erotica 2005

by Richard Labonté

  Goddamn Mama for takin’ the boy to church! “It’s only a sin if you’re caught,” he said.

  “I don’t think we’re s’posed to be touchin’ each other that way,” Doll Boy said, getting up to leave. Jed grabbed his wrist.

  Jed’s eyes filled with an unsettling urgency. He stared into Doll Boy’s face. “Don’t look like all of you agrees,” he hissed.

  Doll Boy’s free hand moved to cover the pitched tent in his crotch. “Jed, leggo of me,” he whined.

  “How’s ’bout this: If it’s wrong for us to touch each other, how ’bout we touch ourselves?”

  Though Doll Boy was sure this wasn’t right either, he wasn’t quick enough to say why. And even if Jed’s suggestion was immoral, his dick sure needed some release. In the big scheme of things, Doll Boy reasoned, jerking off in front of his cousin was not as big a sin as sucking his cock. He pulled down his boxers, exposing his stiff dick.

  Jed’s lips curled into a lecherous grin as he feasted his eyes on his cousin’s thick tool, admiring its plump head and the way the shaft bowed slightly. Just looking at it made his cock jump. He took his own rod in his hand, stroking it as he stared at Doll Boy’s dick. “Play with it,” he commanded.

  Doll Boy, his face crimson, slowly circled his hand around his cock. “Ain’t never done this with people watching before,” he stammered.

  Jed said nothing, just eased back in the tub, his hand on his dick and his eyes on Doll Boy’s. Doll Boy was watching him, too, though he’d look away whenever his eyes met his older cousin’s. “You can look,” Jed said, his voice low and deep. “I want you to.” Doll Boy became less self-conscious about watching Jed jack off, though he still wouldn’t look him in the eyes.

  The two stroked their dicks with greater speed. Jed lathered his hands with soap for extra lubricant, while Doll Boy relied on his own spit. Pleasure burned through Jed’s body. For a few seconds he forgot his poverty, the mistake he’d made, the revenge he’d wreaked earlier in the night.

  His eyes popped open when he heard Doll Boy’s sharp, whiny moan: “Oh, I’m comin’.” Jed leaned forward quickly and cupped a hand under Doll Boy’s dick. But Doll Boy’s cock erupted with a fierce geyser of jism, shooting straight up and landing against his own abdomen, missing Jed’s hand completely. The next few spurts had less velocity, and Jed was finally able to catch some cum in the palm of his hand.

  “Oh, yeah,” he gasped, bringing his palm to his face and dipping his tongue in the pool of Doll Boy’s sweet spooge. Smacking his lips, he grabbed his swollen cock with his cum-slick hand. He jacked off wildly, grunting and thrashing in the tub, creating a mini-tidal wave in the gray water. It was a wonder he didn’t rouse his mother, still snoring downstairs.

  Suddenly, he froze. He groaned, but tried to inhale it before it left his throat. He fired his load, ejaculating with such force his wad landed in his chest hair. Doll Boy’s lower jaw slackened in awe.

  Jed caught his breath, and glimpsed Doll Boy staring at his furry torso, splattered with cum. “Kinda’ makes you wish you sucked it, don’t it?” Jed sneered.

  Doll Boy fumbled for his drawers. “Ah…I…gotta get to bed,” he mumbled guiltily, hiking up his shorts and scurrying out of the bathroom, not even pausing to wash the cum off his belly.

  Jed shook his head. “Shee-it,” he chuckled, absent-mindedly poking one of the globules of his own cum floating in the water.

  Doll Boy woke up to an empty house. He vaguely remembered Jed’s waking him up earlier, long enough to say he had to take Aunt Wanda—Jed’s mama—to town. It was early and Jed was grumpy. When he slammed Doll Boy’s bedroom door behind him he was mumbling something about “that goddam bitch.”

  Doll Boy slept another hour before he got up. Though it was early, the summer air was already hot and heavy. He spread fig preserves on a cold biscuit, poured a glass of milk, and stepped onto the rickety front porch to eat his breakfast.

  The car—shiny, black, and foreign—pulled into the Bolshears’ driveway as Doll Boy chewed the last of his biscuit. The driver cut the engine and stepped out. He was dressed as if he was going to church, wearing a tailored gray suit. Shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand, he looked right at Doll Boy. “Excuse me, are you Jed Bolshear?”

  “N’sir,” Doll Boy said, wiping crumbs off his face with the back of his hand. “He’s took Aunt Wander to town.”

  “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

  “No tellin’. Probably not till after dinner.”

  The man grimaced, looked away, and cursed. He stared into the bleak horizon for several minutes before his gaze returned to Doll Boy. “Are you here by yourself?” he asked. Doll Boy nodded. “Mind some company?”

  “Guess that’ll be all right,” Doll Boy said.

  The man stepped onto the porch. He was tall and filled out his suit nicely. His handsome face reminded Doll Boy of someone he’d seen in a movie, though he couldn’t remember the actor’s name. Doll Boy wasn’t good with names.

  “I’m David Castell,” the man introduced himself, offering his hand. “I’m one of the owners of the paper plant.”

  When they shook, the man looked directly into Doll Boy’s face. Though he wasn’t quite sure why, the man’s gaze gave Doll Boy butterflies. “I’m Doyle,” he said sheepishly. “But people call me Doll Boy.”

  “I bet they do.” David Castell smiled.

  Doll Boy realized why the man’s gaze was making him feel funny: Jed looked at him the same way last night. He withdrew his hand. “What you want with cuz’n Jed?”

  “Just some business,” David Castell said, taking a handkerchief from his coat and wiping his hands and then his brow. “Seems I could use his services to haul pulp wood, like he did before my company bought the plant and set up its own hauling service. Someone set fire to my trucks last night. Not a one of them worth a damn now. Even poisoned the guard dogs! Can you believe that?”

  “Why’d they do that?”

  The man exhaled. “Don’t know exactly, but I have my suspicions.” He lightened his tone. “You mind if we go inside? I’m burning up out in this sun.”

  Inside, in the living room, the man took off his coat and carefully draped it over a chair. “You’ve got the right idea, I think,” he said, nodding in Doll Boy’s direction and loosening his tie. “It’s not the type of weather for wearing a lot of clothes.”

  Doll Boy, wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans, folded his hands across his smooth, bare chest as if he were cold. David Castell removed his tie, and then started to unbutton his shirt.

  “Just us guys,” he said, noticing Doll Boy’s surprise. “Don’t worry, I’ll be decent before the womenfolk arrive,” he added with a wink.

  David Castell had a body like Jed’s, thick with muscle and hair—though his body hair was jet black. Sweat glistened on his bronzed skin, yet he smelled like he just had a bath.

  “Never seen a man without his shirt on?” His voice was mocking.

  Doll Boy wasn’t aware he’d been staring and looked away. “Sorry, sir,” he muttered, his face growing hot.

  “No need to apologize.” The man’s voice was soft. He stepped closer. “I don’t mind. Hell, I can barely take my eyes off you.”

  The visitor’s admission sent a surge of excitement and fear running through Doll Boy’s veins. Like when Jed asked him to suck his cock last night.

  “You’re cute when you blush.” David Castell stepped closer. Doll Boy stepped back.

  “Maybe…maybe you should go, sir,” Doll Boy said, his voice wavering.

  “After I drove all the way out here? Your mama taught you better manners than that.”

  “My mama’s dead, sir.”

  Undeterred, one of David Castell’s hands settled on Doll Boy’s shoulder. Doll Boy flinched at the touch. Only moments ago the man was several feet away; now there was barely two inches between them.

  David Castell’s warm, soft hand slowly descended the slope of Doll Boy’s firm pecs, sliding toward
one of his hard, rosy nipples. “You have a very nice body,” he whispered, pinching one.

  Trembling, Doll Boy exhaled. This stranger was making him uncomfortable. Yet despite his apprehension, his dick was like iron in his pants.

  His hard-on did not go unnoticed. David Castell’s own stiff prick poked at the front of his trousers. Circling his arms around Doll Boy’s athletic body, he pulled the young man against him, their bare torsos and bulging crotches pressing together.

  Doll Boy started to protest. “I don’t think….”

  “Sssshhh. Just relax.” The man’s hands cupped Doll Boy’s full, round ass, gently squeezing it, as if he were testing the ripeness of fruit.

  This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, Doll Boy thought, though he couldn’t think why, exactly. The more the man fondled his butt, the less clear his thinking became.

  When David Castell started unbuttoning the boy’s shorts, Doll Boy didn’t protest. He slid them off, breathing a barely audible “oooh, yes,” as Doll Boy’s full-grown boner emerged. He curled his fingers around the shaft.

  “That feel good, Doll Boy?” David Castell asked, pulling on the swollen cock.

  Doll Boy gasped and nodded. Another wave of guilt shot through him, followed by Jed’s voice from the night before: It’s only a sin if you get caught.

  “You won’t tell nobody ’bout this, will you, sir?”

  His plea elicited a hearty roar of laughter.

  “Just call me David,” was all he said, before leading Doll Boy back to the faded sofa and forcing him to sit down.

  Doll Boy sat, motionless, as his visitor took off the rest of his clothes—not as carefully as he’d removed his coat, tie, and shirt. He didn’t even bother draping his pants over the back of a chair, just dropped them to the floor. He yanked off his silk boxers. The man’s long, thick cock transfixed Doll Boy. It was even bigger than Jed’s—but something else intrigued Doll Boy.

  “Yer pecker…looks different,” he stammered. “Ain’t seen one like that before, with that extra skin on it.”

  “You mean uncut?” David stepped closer to Doll Boy, who was sitting, legs splayed, on the sofa.

  “You want to play with it?”

  “Um, I…I….”

  David rested one knee on the sofa, his fat, uncut cock bobbing inches from Doll Boy’s sweet face. “Go on, touch it.”

  With some trepidation, Doll Boy reached for the dick. Its pulsing, purplish head bloomed from a sheath of tan foreskin. Doll Boy carefully rolled the skin away from the glans, marveling at the nuances of an unsnipped cock. “Now it looks normal!” Doll Boy exclaimed at the dick’s transformation.

  “Put it in your mouth.” Doll Boy looked apprehensively at the strong, handsome face above him, and rightly saw little chance of reprieve. Sucking cock was an order, not a request.

  Slowly, Doll Boy brought his lips to David’s dick, taking a deep breath before closing his mouth over the head. His tongue pushed against the engorged glans. Doll Boy, who’d expected a dick to taste funny, was relieved the taste was not bad.

  “That’s it. Try to take as much as you can in your mouth.”

  Doll Boy managed three more inches before his throat rebelled. He pulled back an inch before he choked, then concentrated on sucking the first third of the cock. That was enough to please his visitor, who rolled his hips, gently pushing his big dick into Doll Boy’s virgin mouth.

  “Yessss,” he moaned, placing one of his hands on top of Doll Boy’s blond head. “Feels so good.”

  Doll Boy pushed at the thick foreskin with his tongue, tracing the deep groove that marked the separation of the cockhead and its collar of skin. David sucked his breath in sharply. A lightly salted fluid oozed out of his piss slit and onto Doll Boy’s tongue—the boy’s first taste of a stranger’s pre-cum. The man was close to shooting his load. Abruptly, he pushed Doll Boy away. Strands of saliva hung from his cock as it popped out of Doll Boy’s mouth.

  David then crouched on his knees, taking Doll Boy’s hefty, curved dick in one large, strong hand. He stroked it, squeezed it gently, milking it for the first drops of pre-cum. Doll Boy closed his eyes, drifting on a cloud of pleasure. When David’s mouth closed around his cock, his eyes flew open. “Oh, mah Lord!” he squealed, as if he’d just been goosed.

  David’s mouth moved down Doll Boy’s shaft, his lips stopping only half an inch from the base, the tip of his nose tickled by Doll Boy’s golden pubes. With well-practiced skill, he slurped on the young man’s tool, and played lightly with his pendulous balls.

  The oral stimulation was more than Doll Boy could bear. He writhed and squirmed, moaning and whimpering, begging his visitor: Stop, stop, please stop, no, don’t stop, please, ohhh…. He was on the verge of shooting his load when David abruptly pulled his mouth off Doll Boy’s prick.

  “Turn around,” David instructed. “Kneel on the couch. I want to eat your ass.”

  Doll Boy considered the command: Eat my ass? It sounded nasty—but not so nasty that Doll Boy refused.

  His hands gripping the dusty backrest and his pert butt turned invitingly toward David, Doll Boy was ready for whatever came next. Breathing heavily, David kneaded Doll Boy’s succulent asscheeks roughly, slid his fingertips down the channel between Doll Boy’s smooth buttocks, and paused at the wrinkled pucker of his furry asshole. “I don’t know about this…” Doll Boy protested meekly.

  David ignored him. He pressed his face into the warm, musky trench and began lapping at Doll Boy’s hole. Doll Boy offered no further resistance as the man’s tongue circled and prodded his butthole. He moaned softly. And when the tongue plunged deep and hot inside his ass, Doll Boy cried out so loud he startled the chickens resting in their coop outside.

  “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” he hollered like a repentant sinner at a revival. He pushed his ass back to meet the wet stabbings, his body trembling with ecstasy. David feasted on Doll Boy’s ass so enthusiastically he sounded like a hog at a trough. He pulled his mouth away, and Doll Boy begged him not to stop.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll like this just as much.”

  Spitting into his palm, David lubed his pulsing dick with his own saliva. He positioned himself behind Doll Boy, pressing the head of his cock against the young man’s asshole. Doll Boy resisted.

  “Don’t! It’ll hurt!” he wailed.

  “I’ll start slow.”

  “Don’t stick it in,” Doll Boy insisted. “Just…rub up against it?”

  “We’ll start that way,” David said patiently. He spit on Doll Boy’s butt crack and smeared slick saliva into the fleshy crevice with his drooling dick. Doll Boy’s pliant buttcheeks enveloped his schlong. He humped Doll Boy’s ass slowly, his cock pressing against the young man’s hole. The friction was intensely pleasurable, and David all but forgot about fucking Doll Boy’s ass.

  The smoldering excitement of David’s sturdy cock rubbing his asshole had Doll Boy reconsidering the idea of getting fucked. His second thoughts came too late, however, or else David came too soon. Letting out a monstrous howl, he fired his load across Doll Boy’s back. With David’s dick pressed against his ass, Doll Boy felt it pump out the last heavy drops of cum.

  Save for the heaving of two chests, there was no movement. Doll Boy hoped this wasn’t the end of their encounter. He still had to get off…and then David told Doll Boy to stand. He then lay on his back on the sofa. His next instruction: “Sit on my face.”

  Doll Boy positioned himself astride the older man’s face, stiff cock swinging over his forehead, drizzling it with pre-cum. David clamped his hands onto the younger man’s muscular thighs, and guided his ass down to his waiting mouth. His tongue slid past the twitching sphincter, lapping up the salty, sticky vestiges of saliva, sweat, and cum.

  As he rode the eager face, Doll Boy stroked his engorged cock, coming closer to orgasm every time his fist traveled the length of his shaft. He twisted his hips, rotated his ass against the counter-swirl of tongue, hissed, whimpered, and whined as the tingling p
leasure—more intense than anything he’d ever experienced when he jacked himself off—overtook him. His body jerking as if he’d been struck by lightning, Doll Boy came forcefully, his jism raining down on David’s forehead, matting his dark hair, even spattering the sofa’s upholstery.

  Spent and light-headed, Doll Boy slid off David’s body and stretched out against the full length of his solid, manly body. For the first time, man and boy kissed.

  Eventually—who knew how much time had passed?—David urged Doll Boy to get up. “I need to clean up,” he said, gathering his clothes. “Where is your bathroom?” Doll Boy directed him upstairs. When he returned, dressed and scrubbed clean, he was carrying Jed’s dirty clothes, reeking of gas, oil, and smoke, found in a pile on the bathroom floor.

  “Tell me, Doll Boy,” asked David, holding the soiled, reeking—and incriminating—clothes away from his clean suit, “do you know where your cousin was last night?”

  There were two cars in the driveway when Jed and his mother returned. One he didn’t recognize. The other was easy: Pearl County Sheriff’s Department was emblazoned on the door.

  “What’s this about?” Mama gasped. Jed knew.

  The sheriff and his deputy appeared at either side of the truck. “ ’Fraid I’ll have to take you in for questioning, Jed,” the sheriff said, almost apologetically. His deputy helped Jed’s astonished mother from the passenger side of the truck.

  Sitting in the other car, the one that was shiny, black, and foreign, David watched as Jed Bolshear was handcuffed and hustled to the police car.

  Doll Boy was by his side. “Don’t worry,” he said, squeezing Doll Boy’s thigh. “Everything will be much better for you now.”

  Romulus

  Bruce Benderson

  The bedroom in Syracuse, New York, where I’m lying is boxy and low ceilinged, but the space around my codeine-fueled fantasies is tall and drafty. At the best of times, the drug undulates in and out of nerve cells; my whole body disintegrates into a low-resolution image; my tipsy cells sacrifice their binding power to new Technicolor pictures of Romulus, the Romanian.