Best Gay Erotica 2012

by Richard Labonté

  “I’m going to make you come, Archie,” Oliver said withdrawing his mouth briefly from my cock. “I’m going to swallow your jism, and you’ll be a part of me forever.”

  “I’m yours, Oliver,” I whispered. “Oh, my cock is yours.”

  Oliver licked down my shaft and kissed my balls before he began toiling on my dickhead. He massaged the tip of my cock with lips that drove like the Batmobile, and when his tongue caressed my cock, I thought I’d die of the breathtaking thrill. I hovered on the periphery of rapture, unable to budge, hardly able to breathe, yet my cock was hard near to splitting and it leaked thin streams of precum into Oliver’s mouth.

  Oliver took my whole cock then, swallowing it into his throat. I nearly reeled as the sensation overwhelmed me. His throat was a tight, moist thing that encased my cock and drew me into the vortex of absolute orgasm.

  “Uh,” I moaned, unable to form coherent sentences. “Ah,” I gasped, hardly drawing breath as billows of staggering pleasure swept through my loins. If I’d wanted to resist, I would’ve been powerless. My cock was tingling, and it got the heavy feeling that alerts me when I’m about to blast.

  “Oh, ah,” I whimpered as the orgasmic waves deepened, and a tidal wave of pleasure caught me. My eyes squeezed shut as the wild surges washed over me, and I drowned in a gushing undertow of consciousness. The potent muscles at the base of my penis contracted tighter than they had ever constricted during masturbation, and I savored the prodigious spurt of jism springing forth from my cockhole and chugging down Oliver’s throat.

  “Oh, that’s so good,” I moaned. “I’m coming so heavy.” Waves of rapture rolled on and each arrived with an intense ejaculation of my life’s spunk. I kept coming and coming, wet, sticky spurts issuing from my dick. The muscles below my penis contracted time after time with blasts of spunk that filled Oliver’s mouth. I heard him gulping my semen down. I shot big squirts into his throat until my orgasm and contractions stilled.

  After we had ejaculated, and some of us had cum in our stomachs and others in our rectums, we pulled on our jockey shorts again and reread the adventures of Batman and the Boy Wonder. Finally, Maynard spoke: “I wrote to my Uncle Bob.” He was referring to Senator Robert Rice Reynolds.

  “You heard back yet?” Calvin asked. Maynard had just thrown a soaking wet blanket over our joys and desires.

  “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

  “I’ve been thinking about the signal corps,” Merrill added. “I know my way around a radio.”

  “Merrill’s been teaching me about radio,” Oliver informed us. “And I’ve been showing him everything I know about photography.”

  “Yeah,” I said bitterly. A horrible pit of darkness and terror had opened before me. We were all eighteen, two months from our high school graduation, and the armed forces were conscripting indifferently. You had to be blind, crippled or crazy to get out of the draft, and the deferment wasn’t all that certain for the crazy. Unlike my friends, I knew nothing about radios and little about photography, and I had no powerful relatives in Washington.

  “We aren’t exactly soldier material,” Oliver said. “Do they draft homosexuals?”

  A numbed silence fell; Oliver had employed the dreaded word, the soubriquet we never used. We were outsiders, considered strange by our classmates. We knew that we were homosexuals, but we never labeled ourselves with that fearsome appellation. The sound of the word homosexual conjured up images of persecution that we didn’t want to confront. We called ourselves after the laughing Boy Wonder, who wore a slinky costume, and was deeply loved by Bruce Wayne. Our high school principal had once referred to us as “lone wolves,” obviously intended as a euphemism for something unstated, when we got sent to the office for sneaking copies of World’s Best Comics, which became World’s Finest in the second issue, into class. That issue of World’s Best featured a story in which Batman and Robin unmask a witch who turns out to be a man dressed in women’s clothing. That impersonation, more than the comic itself, caused our history teacher to deliver us into the hands of the principal.

  “Don’t they put homosexuals in the stockade?”

  “No, they stick us in front of the troops they want to protect.”

  “The army would use us for cannon fodder,” I agreed at length. “Government-issue human sacrifices.”

  “At ease, boys,” Merrill offered. “We haven’t been conscripted yet. We’ll find a way out of it.”

  Monday, December 29, 1941

  We built the shack back in 1939, when the five of us were just turning sixteen. Then it had seemed important to keep the girls out, and truth to tell, we still felt that way. While our classmates were forming relationships, we had never developed any significant interest in the female of the species.

  Of course, our club did not begin as it later became. Since we were outcasts among our peers, we gravitated together. We discovered Going Wood, constructed our clubhouse and used it as an escape from our classmates, parents, teachers and other bullies. We played with ham radio and photography, shot marbles, read pulps and studied newspapers. Even at a tender age, we were aware that the war in Europe could affect our lives. Our first stunning blow arrived on October 16, 1940, with the passage of the conscription bill. The implications of the United States’ first peacetime conscription were not lost on us.

  To avoid thinking about the horrible realities, we retreated into comic books. We had discovered Batman with the December 1939 copy of Detective Comics and managed to trade the gems of our marbles collection for the previous seven issues, going back to the introduction of Batman in the May issue. In our clubhouse, we had multiple copies of every Batman story printed in Detective Comics, Batman, World’s Finest Comics, and the single issues of World’s Best Comics and the 1940 New York World’s Fair Comics.

  Our friendship transformed with the publication of the April 1940 Detective Comics, which introduced Robin, the Boy Wonder. We read the comic together, and ended up jerking off as a group for the first time. We continued jerking off as we established our clubhouse dress code during the next year. Some time elapsed before we began jacking each other’s dicks.

  Shortly after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, we fully crossed the line. Actually, I made the initial discovery. We had been engaged in our customary circle jerk when Calvin suddenly rose to his feet. Maynard had been stroking Calvin’s hard cock, and it was getting ready to blast. I left off playing with Oliver’s dick when Calvin abruptly turned so that his jutting erection approached so close that my eyes crossed.

  Calvin’s thick cock was leaking a thin stream of fluid. I was on my knees before I knew it. Calvin’s cock jutted before me. Without thought, I kissed it. The leaking cum wet my lips. I touched my tongue to the dripping hole in Calvin’s dick and shuddered with delight. His semen was delicious. It dribbled down my chin as I kissed the head of his cock. The head passed over my lips, entered my mouth and poured its juices onto my tongue. My own cock was fully hard, stiff even to bursting.

  Meanwhile, Oliver, Maynard and Merrill had circled behind me and were rubbing their own cocks over my shoulders. As they masturbated, they decorated me with their jism. Far from humiliating me, the wet cum dripping onto my skin made me feel incredibly sexy. My cock leaked my fluid as the spunk ran in rivulets down my chest and my back. A warm, wet stream slowly meandered into the crack of my ass, leaving a sticky trail until it dripped from my tight balls. My arousal lent impetus to my taste for Calvin’s cock. I worried it with my lips and tongue until the thick fullness in my mouth grew into the most wonderful experience of my life. I grabbed my cock, wet with my own precum and the dribbling spunk, and began jacking off as I received my first cock deeper into my mouth.

  I had no fear that I would choke. I knew that I could take it into my throat. Calvin’s leaking stream had been running a steady rivulet down my gullet, so the path was slicked for deep passage. Suddenly, I was deep-throating his cock. While I sucked, I masturbated faster. I had never felt so proud of myself
, pleased with my natural talent to make a cock come in my mouth, smug that my mouth would please. For his part, Calvin shuddered and a tremendous burst of semen slid down my throat. More and more followed down into my stomach. I swallowed until he was drained.

  Meanwhile, I was receiving a shower of cum. Oliver and Merrill had been jerking off along with me, for they started decorating me with thick squirts. Cum splashed over my neck and into my hair while more warm spunk ran down my back. I felt big splats hitting my ass, a virtual river of semen running down my crack. The cum was luxurious, a gay jubilance that clung to my skin. The warm goop made me feel special somehow, and I loved having it on me and in me at the same time. The upturn of my lips was embellished with Calvin’s sticky flow; my chum’s cock had put a smile on my face: a big, wet, cum-mouth smile, and I wanted to drown in a sea of spunk.

  I was still jerking off. My friends’ cum made a great lubricant that stimulated my cock all the way to the center. My balls were dripping heavier as more goop washed over me; Oliver was shooting directly onto my asshole. My cock grew heavier. I squeezed it with all the strength of my hand and jacked it hard until I passed the point of no return. Tremendous tingles rippled through the head of my dick as I thumbed it just there.

  “Blow me, too,” Maynard begged. For an answer, I grinned lewdly at him.

  Maynard’s dick slipped into my mouth as my orgasm increased, and I tortured it with my lips and tongue as the spasms rushed up my cock. My orgasm was so intense that I could hardly touch my own dick, yet contradictorily, I could not refrain from abusing my dickhead with my thumb. I was seized with a contraction that spurted my cum onto Maynard’s legs. I kept sucking wildly as the contractions continued. The intense ripples of pleasure did not quickly diminish, but lasted longer than any orgasm I ever had. My muscles contracted and I shot hard salvos of spunk, even as Maynard unloaded onto my face. His cum covered my face, and I was nearly blinded, but the next squirt spurted into my mouth. I sucked on his dickhead as Maynard exploded pungent juices down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, hardly able to keep ahead of the mouthfuls I was receiving. Meanwhile, I shuddered in the throes of orgasm and unloaded my own balls.

  Exhausted, I fell onto my ass on the hardwood floor of our clubhouse. I was drenched with cum and full of cum. I smirked at my friends. I had never been drunk, but I imagined that the sensation of drunkenness was akin to the euphoria I was feeling. What is more, my friends recognized that I was in a state of intoxication.

  “I’ve gotta try that,” Oliver proclaimed. “I want to suck a dick too.”

  “Oh, I’m drained,” Maynard moaned.

  “We all want to try it,” Merrill said. “We just gotta recover a bit.”

  “Does that make us sex deviates?” Calvin asked.

  Maynard pointed to the open comic book on the floor. “It makes us Boy Wonders. We’re the Robin Club.”

  Friday Evening, May 8, 1942

  Raptures exploding in my groin, I dangle on a thin rope while Batman humps my Robin ass. Hurtling from the tip of a towering skyscraper, we swing over Gotham City. Batman’s legs grip my bare ones. The Dark Knight tweaks my nipples and pounds my ass. Landing on the sidewalk at last, I slump over a fire hydrant. As I sprawl, upended, Batman’s cock dives again into my ass, bursting into gallons of hot spunk as it enters. His orgasm triggers my own, and wet jets of semen fly from my cock.

  “What are you daydreaming about, Archie?” Merrill asked, entering our clubhouse.

  I didn’t answer. I pulled Merrill’s shirt over his head before he knew what was happening. I slid my hands down his body, gliding over his chest and tweaking his nipples. As I stroked him, his cock twitched eagerly within his jeans. I unhooked his belt, unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. His cock tented the front of his jockey shorts, but despite my strange daydream, my fascination took a different turn. My hands explored his tight rounded buns; Merrill mewed like a kitten when my fingers found his crack.

  I stripped off the rest of his clothes. His dick and grapefruit buttocks popped into view. I caressed his hard, bare buns, dipped my finger into a jar of Vaseline and slid my finger into his ass. Merrill moaned loudly, so I pushed my finger in deeper and twisted.

  “Oh, yeah,” Merrill groaned. “Fuck my ass.” Merrill’s emphasis on the word fuck excited me.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight,” I promised, massaging his prostate. I pulled out my single finger and inserted two. His little hole was opening nicely to my touch. I twisted my fingers, pressed his prostate and dilated his hole until he was begging for my cock.

  “Oh, yeah, stick it in me,” Merrill wailed. “Fuck me. Ream me. Take me like a bitch.”

  Oliver entered just as I positioned the head of my cock against Merrill’s asshole. “Why aren’t you guys demanding the password tonight?” Oliver complained. He stopped talking when he saw what I was doing to Merrill.

  My dick was so hard that I thought it would split. I couldn’t waste time conversing with Oliver, so I slid my cock into Merrill’s crack. Oliver stood stock-still, unable even to undress to his jockey shorts as our club’s rules required.

  Merrill must have been grinning lewdly at Oliver because Oliver suddenly laughed. Once his surprise was over, Oliver started to pull off his clothes. I pressed my cockhead into Merrill’s slick hole. He sighed deeply as he felt my cock. He knew that he was about to get it, and he was ready.

  “Stick it in, Archie,” Merrill urged. “Stick your butt-fucking cock up my deviant ass.”

  “Don’t call yourself a deviant,” Oliver urged. “The five of us are not deviants, in spite of what the army psychiatrists say.”

  At those words, Merrill’s asshole opened easily. He didn’t resist for a second. “Oh,” he moaned. “Oh—oh.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “It’s nice. Push it in, Archie. I want it.”

  Calvin arrived then. Oliver was so absorbed in watching me penetrate Merrill that he forgot to demand the password.

  “What’s the matter with you fellows?” Calvin demanded. Then he too stopped cold.

  Gripping Merrill’s shoulders, I pushed my cock into his ass and didn’t stop until there wasn’t any more to push in. Merrill was sweating, but whether from pain, or fear, or joy, I couldn’t tell.

  “Oh, Archie, I’m so full. I’m full of cock. Oh, you big ass-fucker, you’ve got your whole cock up my ass. Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

  I tried to stop Merrill’s mouth as I pulled my cock back and slid it in again. I started humping Merrill’s tight hole. His ass fit close around my cock, and I was surprised at how grainy it was. It rubbed my dick with coarse friction. I had never felt anything like Merrill’s fuckhole. Beating off was never so good.

  “Oh, Archie. Oh, Archie,” Merrill groaned loudly. “That’s so good. Yeah. Fuck me hard, Archie. Treat me like a dog. Ream me like a mutt.”

  My heart thundering, I slammed my dick home, harder and harder, as Merrill begged for more.

  Calvin was staring gape-mouthed. That ended when Oliver fed his dickhead into Calvin’s mouth.

  “Suck on this, Calvin.” Oliver ordered. “Suck me off.”

  Calvin’s head started bobbing up and down on Oliver’s cock while I humped Merrill hard and fast. Merrill squeezed my cock with his asshole. I couldn’t believe that he could pinch down so hard. He was bringing me off fast, and I couldn’t slow down. I wanted to make it last, but I had to ejaculate.

  “Ah, Merrill. I’m gonna come in your ass,” I whispered hoarsely. “Oh, Merrill, I’m gonna shoot you full of spunk. Uh. Uh. This is it, Merrill.”

  Waves of pleasure vibrated up my dick. The overwhelming thrills filled my midsection as the powerful orgasm carried me on its swells. I felt the first muscular contraction as I shot a big wet spurt into Merrill’s rectum. I shot burst after burst of hot cum into his bowels.

  Merrill never stopped milking me off while I shot. He pinched my dick with his asshole until I thought that he’d
wring my cock off. I let him milk me dry. When I pulled my dick out of his ass, we collapsed onto the floor and watched as Oliver howled with pleasure as he shot his own semen down Calvin’s eager throat.

  That’s when Maynard burst through the door, gripping a letter in his hand. “Calvin, we’re in,” he shouted. “My uncle fixed it. You and I will be exempt from the draft. We’re going to be planning battles instead of fighting them. We’re joining the War Department.”

  Tuesday Morning, June 9, 1942

  “We’re high school graduates,” Calvin said. “We can conjugate Latin verbs. Work problems in trigonometry. Recite Beowulf in Anglo-Saxon.”

  “What about the draft?” Calvin asked. “Maynard and I are safe, but what about you boys?”

  “Oliver and I have enlisted in the army,” Merrill proclaimed. “They liked our radio knowledge and put us into the signal corps. That’s not dangerous. We’ll be radio operators and maybe do some photography.”

  “How about you, Archie?”

  “I’d like to suck a big cock,” I said. Calvin, Oliver, Merrill, and Maynard exchanged glances, their faces furrowed with worry for me. I alone was facing conscription.

  “Sure, Archie,” Maynard said. “We’ll all suck.”

  We pulled off our jockey shorts and lay in a circle. I grabbed Calvin’s cock and licked the head.

  “Blow me like a good boy,” Calvin murmured before his lips closed around Oliver’s dick. I felt Merrill’s mouth on my dick. He mouthed the head of my cock, worrying my glans until I was hovering on the verge of ejaculation.

  I kissed Calvin’s big cock, tickling the head with my tongue and licking down the sides of the tall shaft. I kissed and tongued the dickhead until I had him quivering. I licked him close to orgasm without taking him over the edge.