Gay Erotic Stories

I met Danilo at a party my father had for some of his business associates. I was eighteen, and my father told me to stay out of the way during the party. "Stay in your room and watch TV," Dad said. That was fine with me. I really didn't want to meet any of his friends. All of those business men in one place sounded rather boring to me. So I stayed in my room during the party and listened as the doorbell rang and all of the guests arrived. Every two minutes the front doorbell rang, and I could hear the voices of new couples coming in to join the party. It was always my mother's laugh, followed by some long winded speech by my father. After that I would listen to the voices that spoke back to them. Usually a man's voice, then his wife, and it was always laugh, laugh and then, "Why don't we all go sit down in the living room." The last voice I heard entering the party was different, and I was glued to my door listening. A man had entered the house, and his low voice had a slight accent that sounded Spanish. My mother and father sounded excited to see him, but his voice was steady and calm and sounded as if he had nothing better to do than to join their dinner party. The man's voice intrigued me, so I left my room, once I had heard everyone gather in the living room, and decided that I needed a drink of water. I walked right past the crowded living room and headed straight for the kitchen. I noticed my parents talking with their guests and pulled a couple beers from the fridge. I tucked both beers into the front of my shirt and turned to head back for my room. Before I walked out of the kitchen, I was startled by a dark haired man standing in the doorway. "Are you planning on drinking both of those yourself?" he asked me. I looked down at the beers in my shirt and then back at the man in front of me. "Yeah," I said, "That's why I hiding them in my shirt." The man had black hair and black eye brows. His eyes were dark brown and I stared right into them as I spoke. Once I had made my comment, the man turned his head back and stared into the living room. I leaned forward and stared in and saw my mother talking with several of the wives and my father preoccupied with their husbands. The dark haired man turned back to me and stepped closer. "My name is Danilo," he said. He put his hand out for me to shake and he stared down at the lower half of my body. I took his hand in mine and said, "Hi, I'm Brian." Danilo placed his other hand on top of mine and held me there. His grip was tight and my other hand almost let go of the beers in the front of my shirt. "It's nice to meet you, Brian," he said, still holding my hand. I couldn't say a word. I just stood there and stared into his dark brown eyes. "If you need anymore beer, just let me know. I'm kinda the only single man at this party and maybe I could come join you for a few cold ones in your room." I still couldn't think of anything to say. Danilo continued to hold my hand tightly and then took another step closer toward me. He pushed his hands down and turned them to the side. The palm of my hand was gripped in between his, and when he stepped closer, the back of his hand rested against my crotch. I was wearing my running shorts and a white tank top. With his hand pressed up against me, I couldn't move. I could feel myself getting excited. I stared back into Danilo's eyes and he just smiled. Nervously, I stepped back and pulled my hand free. Danilo stepped back as well and leaned back to stare into the living room. "Do your parents always have parties like this?" he asked. He held his hands down to his side. I looked out the doorway, but couldn't see into the living room. "Ah...yeah," I said. I looked away from him. "At least once a month." "So I see why you drink beer." I looked at him. He smiled. "Don't you think you need more than two to make it through a night like tonight?" I smiled. He looked into my eyes and then down the front of my body again. As he stared down at my crotch, I could feel my excitement growing. My cotton running short couldn't hide my erection, and the more Danilo stared down at me the less I wanted to hide it. "I'll probably need a couple more in twenty or thirty minutes," I said. "And I think I may just have to leave this party in fifteen." He turned, stared back into the living room and looked back at me. "What's your favorite beer?" he asked. He stepped closer to me and placed his hand on the back of my leg. His grip was firm and he slowly caressed his way up the back of my shorts. "I like Michelob," I said. His hand was now inside my underwear and rubbing my butt. He smiled at my response and pulled his hand to the front of my shorts. He brushed the bottom of my penis and pulled his hand away. "I have to go make my excuses, and then why don't you meet me in the side yard, behind the oleanders." Danilo turned away. "Okay," I said. I rushed to my room and downed my two beers. Who was this Danilo man, and why was he so interested in me? I paced back and forth in my room, wondering what to do. Should I go meet him? I'd just made out with a couple guys before, but never one as old as my father. I guess Danilo was younger than my father. Probably by five or ten years. And he obviously worked out. He wasn't really muscular or tall. Just trim and he looked a lot different than my father. Thinking of Danilo, I began to get an erection again. I stopped my pacing and stared at myself in the mirror behind my door. A big tent was bulging out in my shorts. I stared down at it and wondered what it would be like to have Danilo kneeling down in front of me with my hard cock in his mouth. I could feel the wetness at the tip of my penis. I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked down at my crotch and then up at my face. As I looked at my eyes, I noticed something in the window behind me. I looked closer in the mirror and saw Danilo standing outside my window. My bedroom was at the back of our house, and I had a large window that overlooked the side patio. It had two large panes of glass, and one side opened like a small Arcadia door. Danilo stood just outside my window and I could see that he had a twelve pack of Michelob in his hand. I stared at him in the mirror and couldn't move. He just stood there, close to the window and watched my every move. I watched his eyes and they looked at me up and down in the mirror. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but just licked his lips. My excitement was more than I could handle, so I stepped away from the mirror and continued to stare at Danilo. He didn't move. He continued to lick his lips and stared up and down at me. I placed my hands on my thighs and exhaled. I took my right hand and reached up the side of my shorts. I fingered the shaft of my penis outside of my underwear and stared back at Danilo. As I moved my hand up inside my underwear, I watched Danilo placed the twelve pack down at his side and unzip the front of his pants. He was dressed in a white shirt and tie, and he wore a black leather belt and black dress pants. He left his belt buckled and just unzipped his fly. I watched as his hand reached in and he began to caress himself. His penis still looked soft but large, and he didn't pull it out of his pants. I couldn't control myself any longer. I stepped away from the mirror and walked over to open the window. Before I knew it, Danilo was inside my room and we were sitting on my bed drinking a beer. We didn't say a word to each other. Danilo drank his first beer quickly and set it down and pulled out another. He stood up and walked over in front of me. His fly was still unzipped and he stood with it just in front of my face. He looked down at me and then tilted his head back and drank the rest of his beer in one swig. He reached out and took my beer away from me and sat both of them down on the ground next to him. When he turned back, he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. He pushed his pants and underwear past his knees and they fell quickly to the floor. His large cut penis stood directly in front of my face, and I was amazed at how hard it was. His penis must have been about eight or nine inches long, and it was thick and stood up perfectly straight in front of me. Without saying a word, Danilo reached out and placed his hand at the back of my head. With a strong grip, he pulled my face toward him and eased his penis into my mouth. It felt warm and salty, and I closed my eyes as I felt it ease into the back of my throat. Danilo placed his other hand on the opposite side of my head and guided my mouth back and forth on his penis. It felt like a metal rod in my mouth, but his precum was thick and juicy, and I began to suck on him harder and harder. Soon Danilo had my face moving back and forth quickly on his penis and I was loving every minute of it. I could feel his juices running down the back of my throat and they tasted sweet and warm. I just kept sucking and sucking, and soon my hands were gripping Danilo's ass and I was pulling him into me quicker and quicker. With a strong push, Danilo stepped away from me. "You're gonna make me cum too fast," he said. He sat down on the bed next to me and opened another beer. His pants were still around his ankles and his cock was still standing straight up. He handed me another beer and said, "Why don't you take off your clothes?" I didn't know what to do. I'd never done anything like this before. I got up and stood in front of him. I pulled my tank top off over my head and removed my shorts. I stood in my underwear in front of him and waited. "Do you want me to take those off for you?" he asked. He placed his beer on the floor and knelt down in front of me. With the tips of his fingers, he pulled down the front of my underwear and stared at my stiff cock. He looked up at me and smiled, and then pulled my briefs all the way down and began to lick the tip of my cock. Precum was streaming out of me like never before, and Danilo was taking every drop. He reached his hands behind me and held tightly onto my ass. He pulled me closer to him and took my entire cock into his mouth. Slowly, he slipped his head back and forth. He began to move even slower and I could feel his hands massaging my butt. His fingers moved slowly and soon he was spreading my cheeks apart and he had the tip of his finger on my asshole. He fingered my asshole round and round and pushed his index finger into me. He sucked my cock faster and faster and pulled his finger out and pushed two of them back in. I tilted my head back and sighed. My penis was harder than it had ever been, and I began to count backwards trying not to shoot my load too quickly. Danilo pulled his face away from my cock and said, "I can't take it, Brian. I gotta fuck you." I just stood there and watched him stand to his feet. He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. I was facing my bed and he told me to step forward. I climbed up onto the bed, but he held me back before I could lay down. With his strong hands, he pulled my butt up into the air and pushed my faced down against the bed. I turned my head and rested my cheek against my comforter. My butt was high in the air and I could feel Danilo's two fingers reaching deep inside me again. He pushed harder and harder into me and said, "I think you're just about ready." My body rocked back and forth as Danilo's two fingers worked my asshole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered. "Mmmm," I said. "Whisper it to me," he said. "I don't want your parents to hear us back here. What would they say?" "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, what?" "I want you to fuck me...." Danilo removed his fingers and I could feel the thick head of his shaft pushing into me. It stretched farther than his fingers, but he slowly pushed himself into me, and I could soon feel his pubic hair brushing up against the back of my ass. He pushed in and out of me slowly and said, "Yeah...god that feels so nice." He moved faster and faster and I could feel myself opening up to him. I began to moan slightly and Danilo slapped me with his palm saying, "Shhh...we don't want anyone hearing us, now do we?" I remained silent but Danilo slapped my ass once again. First on one side, and then on the other. The pain felt strong and quick and Danilo began to slow his pace a bit. With a strong pull Danilo lifted my shoulders up off the bed and rolled me over on my back. I just lay there and looked up at his sweaty face. His dark hair, that was once combed neatly around his face, was all wet and sticking up around his head. His face and chest were covered with sweat and he looked down at me with a serious expression. He placed his arms around my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He pulled my legs up around his shoulders and leaned over me till his shoulders rested at the back of my knees. He pushed himself inside of me again and stood up straight. He rocked back and forth, moving in and out of me, and leaned forward again and grabbed my penis. As he continued to fuck me, his right hand jerked my penis up and down. I was all wet with precum and his hand slipped back and forth quickly. Faster and faster he stroked my cock as he slowly continued to fuck me. My legs tightened around his neck and soon I was shooting streams of cum up over my stomach. Danilo stopped for a few seconds, but remained inside me. He jerked me off quickly and pulled his hand away, covered with my cum. He held his hand out over me and stared down at the white juices. He pulled it back up to his mouth and licked the inside of his fingers. "It feels good when you cum and I'm inside you," he whispered. He moved back and forth again but pulled out and spread my legs farther apart. I rested them down on the bed and Danilo pushed them down in front of him. He climbed up onto the bed and straddled my body. He rubbed his dick up and down my stomach against my own cum. He pulled himself back up and began to jack himself off. The more furious he pulled on himself the closer he moved his penis to my face. Soon he was right over my mouth and jerking himself harder and harder. He tilted his head back and spurts of cum dropped down over my eyes and nose. My face was covered, but Danilo just kept cumming and cumming. I could feel his warm cum run down the side of my face and I licked my lips tasting his warm, salty juices. Danilo fell on the bed beside me and laid back. I was motionless next to him and didn't want to move, in fear that all of his cum would run off my face and cover my comforter. "That was great," he said. He got up off of the bed and picked my underwear up off the ground. He threw them in my face and told me to clean up. When I had wiped myself clean, he took them away from me and held them in front of his face. "This is how I will remember you, Brian." He pulled them closer and smelled the cum that covered the front. I laid back on the bed naked and watched Danilo dress. He put his belt back on and even tied his tie. When he was fully dressed, he leaned over me and took my limp penis into his mouth once again. He sucked on it back and forth and soon it was hard once again. "Goodbye," Danilo said. He pulled his face away from my cock and walked around the bed. He leaned over my face and kissed me deeply, with his tongue probing into the back of my throat. I kissed him back and soon he broke away. He slipped out of the window and I laid on my bed motionless. I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, and all I was left with was a stiff dick and one less pair of underwear.