Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. The Final Step By Nathan Harvey All my life I had heard my father talk about how the niggers were ruining the country and they all should be put on a leaky ship and sent back to African. If it wasn’t the blacks he was bitching about it was the fagots. He clamed that they should castrated and sent to some concentration camp in the desert and used as slave labor. For the first eight years of my life I grew up thinking only white heterosexual people were the salvation of this country. It was when we moved to Chicago in the middle of my Jr. year that I was forced to be around ‘those people’ that I began to realize they were every bit as good as we were, in fact a lot of them were a lot smarter than I was. I will never forget that day in the gym class locker room when I saw my first naked black boy. I just stood there staring at him, my eyes traveled down his body stopping at his huge cock. He was simply magnificent. Seeing my fascination with his cock he said, “If you like the way my cock looks you’ll love the way it tastes.” I was so embarrassed then I blurted out that I’d never seen a nigger naked before. Raising his hands to his hips he broke out laughing saying I was sure dumb even for a white boy. Moving closer to me he said if I had said that to any of the other blacks in here they would have beaten the shit out of me. Mumbling I was sorry I didn’t mean to be rude and extending my hand to him I said my name was Kyle Winslow and I was glad to meet him. Taking my extended hand and shaking it he told me to call him Jamul. After that there just didn’t seem to be too much to say. Finishing up dressing, he came over saying since this was our last class of the day would I like to stop for a coke with him. Blushing I told him I had to hurry home. After my earlier faux pas, I didn’t dare tell him I didn’t dare be seen with a nigger or my father would kill me. Saying he’d see me around then he left me standing there. I knew from the expression on his face it was all too clear to him why I didn’t want to go with him. All the way home I was sorry for the way I’d treated him. I kept thinking he was really nice. I had to wonder why my father hated blacks and queers so much. All I knew was that this black boy excited the hell out of me like no girl had ever done. Lying in bed all that night all I could think of was that huge cock of Jamul’s. I’d heard all of dad’s jokes about how big nigger’s cocks were and now I saw for myself it was true. Jamul’s rod had to be twice as big as mine even when I was hard and he was still soft. I wondered if Jamul’s cock felt as soft and velvety smooth as it looked. I was secretly glad when it was time for the gym period that next week, but he seemed cold and didn’t say a thing to me. When he began to strip, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Looking up and catching me staring at him, he made sure I got a real good look at his cock. After a while he’d started making a game out of flaunting his body whenever we were together in the locker room. If he didn’t know it before--he soon learned I was obsessed with his body. For the rest of the year Jamul would make sure he was the last one to get dressed knowing I would stay behind to see him naked. Once in the shower he moved so close to me I felt his cock pressing against me. After that he kept finding new ways to taunt me, one of his favorite tricks when we were in the showers was to asked me to soap his back. Finally on the last day of school as usual we were the last two left in the changing room. Walking over to me with his towel around his waist, he stood before me and releasing the towel. Standing before me naked and sporting this enormous boner, he reached over taking my hand and pressing it to his cock. My hand just automatically seemed to form around his shaft. Standing there with me holding his cock in my hand and looking into my eyes, he told me he knew I had the hots for him. Pulling my hand away from his now drooling cock, he wiped the string of precum from the head of his cock on my lips, saying this was just a sample. With him standing there watching, almost instinctively I began licking the sticky salty tasting stuff off my lips with my tongue. Again, telling me that was just a sample, he turned walking back to his locker. I couldn’t believe I’d held his cock in my hand and licked his cum from my lips. I knew he was about to say something more when we heard someone coming into the locker room. Turning and hurrying out of the locker room, I could hear him laughing at me all the way down the hall. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I could still taste his cum in my mouth. I was glad this was the last day of school because I didn’t know what I’d have done if he’d come right out and asked me suck him off. I couldn’t trust my feelings anymore. This black kid could somehow make me do anything he wanted me to. When I was with him all I wanted to do was look at him and touch him. He had this strange control over me. Thinking it might be a good thing that school was out for the summer because maybe during the summer I could get over all these strange new feeling I was having about him. After the first few weeks of vacation Jamul had become an obsession with me and I knew I wasn’t going to get over him. Now that I no longer saw him in school, I had started to dream about him. In my dreams I kept coming to me like he had that day in the locker room. He would stand in front of me telling me to suck his cock. Then I would go down on my knees taking his cock into my mouth. I would then wake up shooting cum all over myself. Even when I was showering, I would pretend I was with him and I would beat off. I had always known I was different from my playmates even as a little boy. I had wanted to play with dolls when they wanted to play baseball and all that kind of stuff. That was when dad decided he was going to make a man out of me. He decided to teach me baseball. After a month of trying he decided I had absolutely no ability in sports and he finally gave up. Sometimes I think he hated me after that. Then I began to understand why I was different from the other little boys. I loved dolls and drawing things but mostly I loved playing dress up. Sometimes I wanted to be a girl so I could pretend to have a husband. It was always my mother that was there for me telling me I could be anything I wanted to be. She was the one that always defended me from my father when he would rant and rave telling her she was making me a damn sissy. In her quiet voice she would tell him I was the way I was because god had made me that way. He would become furious and then storm off somewhere to drink. In time I did realize what that difference was between me and other boys. I had heard all my father’s fairy jokes and how those men acted but could never understand why they though it was funny. Finally it dawned on me I was like all those men he was talking about, I was gay. That was when I started reading about homosexuals. That was when I began to realize what those feeling were I was feeling for Jamul. For over a year I had watched him, been afraid of him and I should have been shocked when he came on to me. He had known I was gay all along and he had decided he was going to be the one to bring me out. As for me--quite simply I was in love with him or at least I thought I was. When I had finally come to that revelation, I had to wonder what my father would say about my being gay. I knew that my father hated fagots almost as much as he hated niggers; what would he say if he knew I was a fagot that was a nigger’s bitch. How I wish I had the kind of father I could talk to. Once I had it all in perspective, I was amazed at how relieved I was. I was not a freak--I was gay--like hundreds and hundreds of other men and women. Now that I turned eighteen, I searched for and found one of those “adult” bookstores that carried all kinds of books, magazines and papers all about gays. I would devour each of these books and tear out any article I wanted to keep. Mostly, the only pictures of men I kept were the handsome black men. I was keeping my articles and pictures in a box in the back of my closet. One night when was going through my collection, I began to notice my pictures were all out of order. I knew that Mom must have found my books, but she never said a word. It was on a Friday afternoon when things would come to a head and I would be out of the closet. I was headed over to the Adult Book Store when I happened to notice this black Ford pickup slowing down in the street just in front of me. Thinking it was someone that wanted to ask directions, I was surprised when the dark window rolled down it was Jamul. Leaning over to the passenger side, he asked if I wanted a ride to town. After looking around to see if anyone saw us talking, I climbed into the truck. Slamming the door, I slid down in the seat moving my hand up to try to shield the side of my face to keep from being recognized. Laughing at me, Jamul asked if I was afraid of being seen with a nigger. After trying to deny it, I finally blurted out my father would kill me if he knew I was with a black man. Grinning at me then and saying he’d make sure that none of my people saw us he turned right at the next block, heading to the black side of town. Saying I was on my way down to the Adult Book Store, Jamul suggesting we go to his place and get to know each other. Grinning and pawing at the growing bulge in his crotch and looking over at me, he asked me, “This is really what you want to look at isn’t it Kyle?” Nodding dumbly in my mind I began to realize I was ready to take that final step. How do you tell someone that you’re hot for him and want to suck his cock? Driving in silence now past closed up and boarded storefronts and rundown tenements, and past gangs of blacks just hanging around, he finally began slowing down. Jamul pulled into and ally littered with bottles and trash and pulled into this little parking space next to a dumpster and a rickety old stairway. I had known from the minute he stopped what he wanted from me and when I climbed into his truck, he and I both knew I was going to have sex with him. Jamul turned, asking me how late I could stay out. When I said about midnight, he grinned saying that should be all the time we needed to get it on right. Afraid to ask what he meant, I didn’t say anything. Opening his door and climbing out he said, “Let’s go up and get it on baby”. Crawling out of the cab and following behind him, I felt like willing dog being taken to the kennels for breeding. I guess a guy like me that wanted to be fucked by other guys was why they called people like me a “bitch”. Climbing the stairs behind Jamul, he turned telling me to watch the missing step at the top of the landing. Once we were on the landing, he pushed open the unlocked door and we went in. As soon as we were inside, he switched on the bright single bulb hanging in the center of the room. I was shocked. His place was really a dump, but at least it was clean. It was clear that someone had made an attempt to fix it up. There was a cheap big green plastic plant in the corner. The cracked plaster wall was painted white and the floor was covered by garish shinny linoleum that tried to look like a tile floor. As for furnishings other than an old stove and refrigerator shoved in a corner next to a drippy sink, the only other furniture there was something that looked like an old poker table with folding chairs around it. Asking him if he really lived here, he laughed saying it was his place, his dad had long taken off somewhere last year as soon as he had turned nineteen. Laughing he asked, “Isn’t it good enough for you Kyle?. Not waiting for an answer, he led me to another room that turned out to be a bedroom. In here the walls were also painted white. It was furnished with an old chest painted white and a big queen sized bed, with a fake leopard spread on it. The most striking thing about the room was a big plastic mirror fixed to the ceiling over the bed. Closing the door behind us, he began to unbutton his shirt. Pulling it off and dropping it on the floor, he told me it was time to get naked. When I hesitated, he said not to be afraid--that I knew this was what I wanted. Then sliding out of his jeans and stepping out of them, he was now standing there before me—naked. Suddenly, I was afraid. Beginning to panic now, I began moving toward the door. Jamul cut me off saying I was in too deep now to chicken out. Looking down at that enormous cock of his, I felt all the blood rushing to my face. Telling me to just feel his cock, I moved closer to him and reached out taking his cock in my hands. He lifted his arms, placing his hands on my shoulders. Then he began gently pushing me until I was kneeling in front of him. I was now so close to him I could smell that musky odor of his body. I wanted this, but I was afraid. Then my eyes were drawn to little beads of precum that were begun to form on the head of his cock. Jamul then took his cock from my hands and lifting it to my lips, he ever so lightly began wiping my lips with precum, telling me just to just taste him. Running my tongue across my lips and tasting his cum, I could feel his hands on the back of my head as he slowly began pushing his cock into my mouth. His soft voice, almost a whisper, kept urging me to open my mouth and let him in. Pulling back saying I was scared, that I’d never done anything like this before, he pulled me up and began unbuttoning my shirt. All the while he was undoing my buttons he kept telling me he knew I wanted him and he was going to help me find out who I really was. Slipping off my shirt then telling me that there was nothing for me to be afraid of, he pressed his lips to mine and gently began working his tongue into my mouth. Sweeping his tongue around inside my mouth I could feel my heart begin to race and my head was spinning. When his as hands began fumbling with my belt, I knew it was going to happen. Once my belt was undone with a quick motion, he unzipped me and my jeans slid down my legs. Then hooking his thumbs in my jockeys, in one swift stooping motion he had me naked. Now that we were both naked, he began pushing me to my knees again saying now was the time. Kneeling there naked this time, he pressed his cock to my lips, and he slid right into my mouth, telling me to just relax and to let his cock do all the work. He began gently pumping his cock slowly. Running his hands over my body, little shivers began running all through me. As he filled my mouth more and more, he began driving deeper into my throat, and I began choking. Fumbling with something, he opened this little bottle, shoving it under my nose and then telling me to breath deeply. As that pungent odor filled my lungs, I began loosing it. My mind seemed to go in overdrive and this hunger for his cock began raging through my body and suddenly, it was like his cock had become the most wonderful, most delicious thing in the world. Urging me to let go, he began fucking my face and pushing his cock into my throat. I just couldn’t get enough of him. Reaching up and grabbing his ass, I began pulling him deeper into my throat--until finally, I felt his pubic hair pressing against my lips and I realized I had all of that huge cock inside me. When Jamul shoved that little bottle under my nose again, this time I inhaled deeply--wanting to keep this wild feeling. My throat just seemed to relax and my whole body became alive as my throat muscles began working his cock deep inside my gullet. Shivering uncontrollably now with naked lust, my hands were now running all over his body. In a strained whisper, Jamul told me to fuck him with my fingers. Hungrily running my hands up his ass crack and finding his asshole I began fucking him with my fingers. The more I fucked his ass with my fingers the harder he pounded his cock into my throat. Then feeling his hard body stiffened, I then began to feel his cock swell even more in my mouth and then he began shooting long hot ropes of cum down my throat. I hungrily swallowed it all. As he slowly began to withdraw from my throat, I began licking and sucking his cock, unwilling to let him go or to stop sucking on him. Pulling me up on my feet he was saying, “ Baby you sure like nigger meat don’t you. ” Grinning at him and licking the cum from my lips I said I loved sucking his cock. Laughing and telling me he was going to make sure I got all the cock I wanted from now on, but we had a long way to go yet. Still caught up in the thrill of the wonders of my first sexual adventure, he lifted me to the bed and laying me on my back, he lifted my legs and began greasing my ass with something he told me was called KY. Then when he began finger fucking me, I squirmed in delight and those little shivers of ecstasy began running through my body. Then when Jamul began greasing his cock up, I knew he was going to fuck me. I began trying to protest, but he said to just lay back that he was going to make me feel wonderful. Lifting my legs and telling me I was going to like this even more than sucking his cock, he continued to lift my legs over his shoulders, and then he began positioning his cock in my ass crack. Laying there watching him in the ceiling mirror, I was mesmerized by how our black and white body parts contrasted. Then suddenly I felt this blinding flash of pain as buried his cock deep inside me. Screaming out from the pain, Jamul let out a yell of triumph that surpassed my yelling. “Damn” he said, “ I got me my very own bitch to fuck”. Begging him to take his cock out of me, he just kept me pinned saying, “No way baby, Jamul is going to fuck his new bitch.” Lying there in pain with my legs pinned over my head and his cock shoved up my ass, I realized I’d just given a Jamul my body--just like a bitch. Shoving the poppers under my nose and telling me to inhale, suddenly the pain was forgotten and all I wanted was his cock inside me. Now in desperate need of him, I began begging him to fuck me. Then holding the bottle under his nose and taking several deep breaths, his eyes seemed to gloss over and his face became a twisted mask of lust. Spreading my legs even wider, he began rutting me like a wild animal. The harder he pumped the wider he stretched legs apart and my ass just seemed to just open wider. It was almost like my body had started sucking his cock even deeper into me, making room for him. God only knows how many times he got his rocks off, but my cock just kept exploding covering us with cum. By the time he was finished with me, we were both covered in cum. Pulling out of my ass and crawling out of bed, he said we better get our asses in gear if I was to get home in time. Saying we didn’t have time to wash up, I began dressing. Jamul was dressed then and hurrying me to the door, we ran down the stairs to his truck. Crawling in and slamming the door, he tore out of the ally saying we would just make it if we were lucky and the traffic was right. Sitting there next to him I could feel his cum leaking out of my ass. The only good thing is at least it made my ass hurt less. As we were passing all the boarded up stores and rundown homes, I kept thinking what a damn fool I’d been tonight. When Jamul pulled up in front of our house I was glad Mom and Dad were still gone. At least I was in the clear. As his truck pulled away, I saw their care turn onto our street. Hurrying inside and up to my room, I hurried to wash that smell of sex off me. After one hell of a quick shower, I could hear them coming in the front door. I quickly crawled into bed--I didn’t have the guts to go down and face my father--I was too ashamed. Not only had I let a boy fuck me, but also he was a nigger. Lying there in bed, my ass hurt like blazes. Turning and burying my face in the pillow I began crying. Jamul had ruined my life and I hated him. I had cried most of that night and all day Saturday I just lay around. The truth was my ass hurt like hell when I walked. By Saturday afternoon, I began feeling better. When the phone rang, Mother asked me to answer it saying she had her hands in dishwater. Lifting the receiver asking who was calling, I was shocked to hear Jamul’s deep voice. Just then Mom called out asking who was on the phone. Yelling back, I said it was one of my friends from school. I asked in a hushed tone what he wanted. He said he was worried about me and wanted to know if I was okay. Then he asked me if it was as good for me as it was for him yesterday. Almost in a whisper, I said I hated him and that he’d raped me. Laughing, he said he didn’t rape me was the one that begged him to fuck me. Then telling me he wanted me to come over Sunday--we could have a real good time. Saying if I would come he would meet me in front of school at one o’clock and we could drive to his place. As soon as I’d hung up the phone, this feeling of excitement came over me. I began remembering how exciting it had been when he had fucked me. Funny, just a few seconds ago I blamed him for raping me and now I was telling myself how wonderful it was when he’d fucked me. Now I really sounded like a confirmed bitch. All I knew was--I was glad he wanted me again; at least I wasn’t a one-night-stand. That night I slept like a baby that night knowing I would be with Jamul again. I was up at dawn sitting naked by the window, watching the sun come up and wondering if it would be as wonderful this time as it was the first time. Just remembering how wonderful he made me feel had given me a hard-on. Sitting there in the window stoking my cock, I suddenly felt the cum churning up from my nuts. Cupping my hand and filling my palm with cum I began licking the creamy fluid from my hand. As I tasted it, I kept remembering how Jamul had felt and tasted in my mouth. Hearing someone in the hall, I made a dash for the shower just making it when mom came in. She seemed quite surprised at me being up so early, saying he had worried that I might not be feeling well when she’d heard me moving around this early in the morning. Peering out at her from the now steaming shower, I said I was just tired but now I felt wonderful. I then added that one of the boys from school wanted me to come over and spend the day if it was all right with them. As the door closed I heard her say, “Ask you father, it’s fine with me.” At breakfast I asked Dad and he said it was all right with him if it was it was all right if mom. Problem solved. After quickly woofing down a sweet role and some milk, I was off to Jamul’s place. After checking the L schedule, I was off. From the L it only took one bus transfer to make it a block from his place. I had really made it in good time. Seeing his truck there I knew he had to be home. My heart was pounding as I made it up the stairs. Knocking lightly, I waited for his response, and then remembering how Jamul had just opened the door, I tried the knob. The door was unlocked and I slipped into the room--everything was quiet. There was a coffee cup on the table, so I knew he had been up. Opening the bedroom door the room was empty. That was when I heard the shower running. Stripping and kneeling there in front of the bathroom door naked, I waited there to surprise him. When the door did swing open he was standing there naked with a towel in his hand looking down at me. As soon as he’d seen me his cock came alive. “Dam it Kyle,” he said, “ look what you do to me”. Laughing as he forced me backward he had me on the floor pumping his cock down my throat. Digging my fingers into his ass cheeks we began rolling and tumbling, but never did I stop sucking his cock. When I had him on his back, I had him so hot he began coating my throat with cum. He then pulled me up, hugging me as we kissed. Separating then, I began pulling my legs up and squatting over his erect cock. I began lowering myself on him. Tweaking my nipples he began laughing saying, “Is this what you mean when you said I raped you?” Sinking slowly down on him, he rolled his eyes, saying he could fuck me all day. Pulling on his nipples, I told him he damn well better, and settling down on him as my body expanded around his cock, I began riding him--telling him if he got me pregnant he had to marry me. Getting real serious, he said he better never catch me with another man. Then pulling my face to his he began nibbling on my lips telling he never believed he could feel like this about another a guy. Laughing, I said I was not a guy--I was his bitch. After schussing me he said, “Fuck now talk later.” It was almost three in the afternoon when we finally broke for food. Jamul then called for pizza and we went back to our lovemaking. Throwing a robe around himself, he opened the door and taking the pizza, paid the man. No sooner was the door closed I began peeling off his robe saying I wanted to look at the beautiful man that I was in love with. Looking up with a startled expression he repeated, “You’re in love with me?” Hearing the uncertainly in his voice I assured him he didn’t need to love me, I would love him enough for both of us. Sitting on his lap and feeding him pizza he would take a bite and then I would take a bite. When we had finished eating we moved back to the bedroom. It was almost midnight when we made it to the shower. Not letting a moment pass, he fucked me again saying he was never going to get enough of my ass. Finally we managed to dress. Getting into the truck he took me home. That was how our affair had begun. All summer we kept finding ways to be together. Even swimming at the old gravel pits, or always better-- at his place. Never once did I ever question him about how he felt about me, I knew how he felt, I was his bitch, but I knew in my heart no man could make love to another man like he did and not love him. It was on one of those summer nights we were making love that Jamul finally told me he loved me. Scooting out of bed and pulling a black box out of the pocket he opened it holding it out to me. I was surprised to see two gold rings, what must have been a man’s and then the smaller one styled just the same. Jamul took the smaller ring from the box, saying he wanted everyone to know I was his bitch and I belonged to him and slid the ring on my finger. Taking the other ring he handed it to me and held out his hand. Slipping the ring on his finger, I said, “I guess you’re my man now.” I then snuggled against him and said I knew this was going to be forever. On the drive home he dropped me a couple of blocks from my house as usual. I was too happy now to care about anything else. When we were back in school all our senior year we went on as usual, meeting whenever we could. Sometimes if we were alone in the showers I would give him a quick blowjob. We even found a deserted washroom in the basement were he could fuck me. It wasn’t that we’d kept our secret well; it was no one really gave a damn. It was on our last day at school and we thought we were alone in the locker room. Slipping into the showers I just couldn’t keep my hands off of Jamul. I was on my knees blowing him in the showers when suddenly Coach Miller was standing there taking picture of us. Leaving us he told us to come to his office when we were dressed. As we dressed we both knew at least we were going to be expelled, at the most I could be sent to juvey hall on indecency charges and because of his age Jamul could well be sentenced to prison. When we were standing in front of Coach Miller, he said that by following regulations, he saw no choice but to recommend that Jamul be charged and I be expelled for my actions. He then dismissed Jamul, leaving only me in the office with coach Miller. I had nothing to lose now, so moving around the desk and kneeling at his feet reaching up I began undoing his pants. Begging him to forgive us and taking his limp cock into my hands and stroking it, he began responding to me. Taking him in my mouth then and using everything that Jamul had taught me, I just kept working him deeper into my throat. He was so excited then, all he could do was stretch out his legs as his cock began pumping his cum into my throat. Sitting there with this distant far away smile on his face he said, if he could fuck me there would be no charges for either of us. Dropping my pants and bending over his desk, I offered myself to him. When I was finished with him, he was limp. As I was dressing, he gave me the pictures saying the only reason he was letting us go was so we could graduate. When I told Jamul what I had done, he kissed me in front of god and everyone. He had just declared to everyone we were a couple. Finally our day of graduation came and after all the hoopla, Jamul and I were now free. Now we could talk about my coming to live with him. I had decided I would move first and then tell Mom and Dad later. I made my move on that next Sunday. I knew my father would be away that I had packed my things and then telling my mother I was moving in to live with Jamul. It was when Jamul’s truck pulled up and he got out that I think my mother realized that he was more than just a friend. As he reached for the boxes I was handing him, she got a good look at his ring, the one that matched mine but she said nothing. Saying Dad was sorry he couldn’t be here to help me move, she leaned over kissing Jamul saying, “ Take care of my boy”. We both knew that she would never talk to me again, but Jamul loved me and that was all that mattered now. Comments welcome to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com