Gay Erotic Stories

I was 22 at the time and was known for my good skills in sport; B’ball, soccer, volleyball –every game with a ball in it, I was there. Even though I had started experimenting the nasty with brothas, I was also known to be a good church boy. I sang in the choir, helped out during Sunday services and had mamas flirting with me, trying to convince me to marry their daughters. I also helped out on Thursdays in church, when the pastor had his Bible classes for boys.

My neighbourhood was rough, so we all shared a vision in trying to raise good, strong Black men. I was, myself, one of those boys who people had given up, but was given as an example of how even thug boyz could rise and shine. I assisted on Thursdays and the Pastor had great confidence in me. Some of the older guys were between 18 and 20 and the Pastor and I started discussing a leadership training course for them, since they had been part of the group for several years and had proved to be responsible. We decided we would take a group of ten boys out for a weekend training course. I was responsible for the sports and cultural planning. At the time I was dating a beautiful sister, her name was Ivy. We got on well, but she couldn’t do for me what I wanted to do with guys.

Whenever I had the opportunity, I would need a guy to suck my cock and go through some African Male-on-Male rituals. I was always turned on by men who did not seem to be with the Brotha-on-Brotha programme. Masculine and anti-homosexual. Never was into the gay thing. I was never really interested in guys younger than myself, so it was the pastor who had my attention. Everyone used to call him ”Father Brown” because of his deep brown complexion. He had this deep, rasping voice and he used to holla in church – to the point where people were scared of him. Especially, did he curse down homosexual activity. The man was fine though; he was probably around 35, had a young face and a well proportioned body. I had seen the man change into his robes before service, so I knew he was well proportioned between his legs too. Sometimes my girl, Ivy, would such my dick and I would think of him--and cum like Niagara.

So off we went to camp. 10 late-teen boys, Father Brown and the ever lusting stud, yours truly. Like I said, I never really thought of younger guys in a sexual way, but the boys who came to camp were both mature, well developed – and fine. I’ve always been into games and can still be quite amused when I see other men catch themselves staring at the bulge in my trousers or at my dick in the men’s shower room. I have a dark chocolate coated complexion, my dick is pitch black and stands at 9.5”. Size is not all, but – hey, I’m not gon’ turn down what God gave me!

Women have met my dick with nervousness–but I have a way of getting’ them to relax, and–although I am masculine –I am very gentle. But when men are amazed, it is like good entertainment to me, and I don’t waste a good chance to be entertained. At least I’m honest. I was bored at the camp, and started playing these games with the boys, during sports activities. I would wear shorts with no underwear, so that my dick would hang out when I squatted or whatever. I would constantly rearrange my dick from one side to the other. My dick doesn’t hang straight down; it stands out a bit, so some of the boys would be distracted by my bulge, whatever I was wearing without underwear. And, I found myself looking at them too. Finding out that there were a few big-sized members, and a few young brothas with hairy chests. A few horny young brothas who were ready to burst anytime too, being torn by their young lust.

It was entertaining for me, and I did remember my own fantasies as a youngster seeing strong, masculine, older men myself. After a sweaty soccer match, we all decided to go swimming. Father Brown came along, and had put on tight swimming trunks, which revealed his whole package. Now, not only the young guys were staring, I had to control myself too. I could see the youth were paralyzed by his package, so to top it, I had to claim I did not bring any swimwear and when we came to the beach, I took everything off. I had the Pastor’s attention.

His eyes were on my cock, and I am sure I could see his bulge grow a little. Did righteous Father Brown have a heart for male activity deep inside? Some of the young guys made comments about my dick as we went in the water. After swimming, we all came out of the water, expect for Father Brown. We had to tell him several times we were ready to leave. Very self-conscious he finally came out of the water and was holding his crotch. On a closer look we all understood he was trying to hide his hardon. We all tried not to laugh too hard, but it was difficult...

At night I continued my game with Father Brown as we had some night tea after sending the boys to bed. I leaned back in the deep chair and knew my cock was about to fall out of my shorts. Father Brown, who thought I didn’t follow his eyes, was staring at my crotch with this intense look. “You’re a big boy, you know, Alphonso”, he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“You have defined muscles, you have a well built body, you’re tall...and...”. Father Brown seemed to have got something stuck in his throat. ”...You also have this big...” He couldn’t find the words.

I was afraid of bursting the bubble, so I knew I had to be careful. I answered him, ”It seems the Lord has blessed us both with big sized equipment”.

We both laughed, he nodded and agreed. “My wife is scared of me, you know”, the Pastor told me. “She says I’m too big for her”.

That was the line I needed. “Father Brown, if you allow me, can I tell you how you and your wife can become happier?” He didn’t reply, just mumbled, still staring at my cock, which was now visible and beginning to get hard. I decided to be brave. I started pulling my cock as I was instructing Father Brown what he could ask his wife to do to make it easier during his lovemaking.

I stood up in front of him and pulled my cock with slow and deep movements. ”She should handle your manhood with her hands first,” I said. ”Like this. Just to get used to it and get to know what you like”. I pulled down my foreskin of my swollen Black cucumber, which was now pointing straight at Father Brown’s face. He was completely paralyzed.

“And she should put her mouth on it, Father. That’s a good way for her to get used to it and for you to enjoy it. Let her tongue run up on this side, let her kiss you on this side, and gently touch here”. I was running the craziest seminar for the horny Pastor.

“But she says she can not put it in her mouth”, he whispered, shivering with excitement.

“”Do you agree with her?” I asked him.

“I guess she’s right,” he said.

“Well, I suggest you try it before you judge what is right or what is wrong,” I told him.

He looked at me as if I had cursed him. “You mean...but that is...”.

“No, no, no!” I tried to calm him down. “This is just for technique–nothing else”. And, he agreed--first with hesitation, soon with much involvement. I showed him what to do and he did it. He put his mouth on my dick, he licked down this side, he ran his lips up that side, and he slurped my pre-cum like that, even rolled my balls between his fingers. It was hard to think this was his first time.

He got really into it, I was moaning and pulling his head up and down my steel stiff boner. Lord, have mercy--the Pastor sent me straight up in heaven! I shot a load so big it splashed in his face, dripped on his clothes and ran down his arms.

“Father Brown, I guess you don’t agree with her, am I right?” I asked the Pastor.

He had suddenly changed; he looked me straight in my eyes and ordered me, ”Alphonso, I might have enjoyed this. I might have not. You’ll never know. And we will never talk about it again. Go to bed”. Through his strict voice, I could clearly detect a mild confirmation of nerves and satisfaction.

I left his room and went to check on the boy’s dorm. Approaching their dorm I could hear noises and grumbles. The boys were obviously excited about something. I barely opened the door and peeped in. And I was shocked by what I saw. One of the guys was standing in the middle of the room, pulling his cock. “Hi, I’m Alphonso and I have a monster cock”, he shouted and started to parade around the room. The other guys were laughing so hard they almost fell out of their beds. One of the other youths stood up and stripped off his boxers, exposing his full fledged bone-thugs-n-harmony.

“Hi, I’m Father Brown and I have something HARD to say”, the boy was acting as if he was preaching to a crowd. “Alphonso, you big-dicked assistant of mine”, the boy was really into his acting. ”Come over here and suck my big ass cock, right this minute”. The first boy ran over to him and knelt in front of him, taking the dick in his mouth and started sucking it.

The other boys got out of their beds, they started chanting rhythmically, still acting out a scene, ”Forgive me Father, but it is so big, forgive me Father, but it is so big”. All the guys were now getting into the game, all horny and wild. I liked what I saw, but since I was a sucker for games myself, I could not watch without getting involved. I stripped off my shorts, opened up the door and surprised them all as I walked in and said, ”If you want big, you’d better be serious”.

They were all taken by the surprise, confused by my entry and then it seemed it dawned on them what they were doing. “Don’t be ashamed, my boys – let me see that you are all men”. I sat down on a chair in the room. I said,”Oh come on guys, you were not so shy one minute ago!” I decided to top the game: ”I am Father Brown and you better do as I say, or all hell breaks lose!”

That was the trigger, they all got into the game again. I commanded them one by one to get on their knees, suck my dick, lick my balls and make sure my boner was stiff and good. I commanded them, “Do onto others as you want them to do onto you.” – and had them taking care of each other real good.

There was some good ol’ sweatin’, pumpin’, jackin’ and howlin’ in the boys dorm that night. Everyone acted out, shouted and was busy with da Boyz II Men programme. Talk about cummin’ into Manhood! I squirted again, man--these boys had some hidden skills! After some serious shoutin’, cummin’ and dick messin’ – the acting quieted down. Everyone was breathing heavy; I was about to act out a closing ”speech”, as we heard some grunting outside the window. Looking out we found Father Brown, with that big dicka’ licka’ in his hand, cummin’ all over himself. He had obviously followed the whole boy theatre programme of the night and taken matters into his own hands.

It is true what they say: Boys will be boys and men will be men. But there are some times you become more of a man, you know what’I’m’sayin’?

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