Gay Erotic Stories

I could feel my pulse begin to race as I entered into the dark and musty corridor. The air was warm and moist against my bare chest, bringing a fine layer of sweat to my skin. I was exhilarated. All of my senses were honed to perfection, ensuring that my passage was unknown and unnoticed. The path was not new to me - I had been exploring the covert halls of the Salem Home for Boys for years. The house itself was old and large, made up of walls that were surprisingly hollow. I had discovered this useful fact a while back when chasing a rodent from my boarding room. It had scurried away from my grasp, diving into a vent in the wall. The duct was small, but after removing the vent and crawling in, I found that I could stand up somewhat comfortably in its confines. I do not know what prompted me to explore - probably curiosity alone - but I began to secretly navigate these corridors made by the hollow walls. During these sessions I began to discover vents leading into other boys’ rooms and closets. From my own room, I had found access to almost every other room in the home. It was a startling discovery. A small squeak came from something I stepped on in the secret hallway, probably from some unlucky mouse looking for a scrap of food. I had come to accept things like this happening during my travels, so I dismissed it as unimportant. I was on a mission of sorts and could not be steered from my goal. At the Salem Home for Boys, no one was allowed outside of the perimeters of the building. I had very little contact with the world around me. So when I saw the cops bringing a young black boy into the home the morning before my midnight trek, you can imagine my amazement. He was the first black person I had ever seen up close - all of the house’s male "residents" were white. I was amazed and entranced by his ebony skin, smooth and dark. For the rest of the day I tried to find out stuff about him, as curious as I was. I learned that his name was Aaron and that he kept to himself mostly. For that I didn’t blame him. The boys in the home were cruel and merciless. They probably tortured him all day with racist jokes. My curiosity did not subside with the answers to my questions, however. I wanted to see him up close. I wanted to see what he was all about. The only problem was that I was boarded in a different wing than him. Well… no problem at all… I’ll just find his room through the passageways late at night when everyone’s asleep. So began my nights journey through the walls of the Salem Home for Boys. When I was about halfway to his room I heard a tear. My briefs had gotten caught on a nail in the wall. The rip in the fabric left a sizable portion of my hip and buttocks open to plain sight. I had no other clothes - they’d either have been too bulky or make too much noise. No matter… I was just going to check things out that night. The rest of the trek was easygoing and I reached Aaron’s room with no further problems. His vent led into a closet with a slitted doorway. It was perfect for spying undetected. I quietly removed the vent and stepped into the closet. It was very hot. I could feel sweat dripping off my back. Suddenly, a sound reached my ears… a familiar sound. I looked through the slits in the doorway to see his room, plain and dark like everyone else’s. His bed was in the center of the room… on it I could only see a dark shape, but I assumed it was him. He was moving around a little. Then it registered. Those sounds I heard were the sounds of masturbation. Aaron was breathing heavily and grunting a bit. It was a very deep grunt, like he was working really hard. In spite of myself I was getting a hard-on. Yes, I liked boys. Being stuck in a boys home gets you into liking… well… more manly things. My sudden erection grew uncomfortably in my briefs. I had to move back a little from the door to accommodate it. As I took a pace back, however, I must have stepped on something , because a loud crack whipped through the air. Immediately Aaron stiffened up. He rose slowly from the bed and walked deliberately toward the closet. I should probably have retreated through the vent, but my curiosity overcame any sense of danger or alarm. I wanted to see him. I kept my eye at the door, watching as he came closer. I could not see any of his features. He was silhouetted against the moonlight entering his window. Suddenly the door ripped open. He had been closer than I thought, the darkness must have made me misjudge the distance. Surprised, I fell back hard on my ass, only to see him standing before me with a wooden bat in hand. He was clothed only in boxers - red striped shorts that he had only half-raised in his haste to investigate the noise. His mouth was set in a snarl of anger, his eyes were knotted together in a semblance of rage. Something prompted him to do a double-take, however, because he suddenly began to lose that angry stare. He probably saw how harmless and vulnerable I was in my briefs. In fact, he was looking down at my briefs slackjawed. I looked down at myself and saw that my penis had popped out of the tear in all the action. This was my chance. I stood up and ran full force at Aaron. I pushed him down violently against his bed and pinned him beneath me. He dropped the bat and didn’t struggle at all. I was inches from his face. I then realized that he was actually quite handsome in a way. He was skinny, probably malnourished, but his body was hard and ready. His chest was heaving with breaths that matched my own. I was straddling his body, my groin against his. All of the sudden, I could feel a heat begin to radiate from between his legs. His cock was growing huge beneath his half-raised boxer shorts. That feeling turned me on more than ever. I began to rub my groin against his, all the while staring directly into his face. I gave a challenging stare, one that would have to be matched and conquered. He submitted to my dominance, though, and began to moan lightly, obviously enjoying himself. We ground our hard dicks together for maybe five minutes, enjoying the friction. I took this time to suck on Aaron’s nipples, which were hard and delicious. He, on the other hand, grabbed my ass and ripped off my briefs - it didn’t take much effort with the tear and all. He then began to pull my ass into him so that my bare cock brushed violently against his shorts. "Enough," he grunted. With a minimum of force, Aaron grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his chest. I sat up so that my balls were resting on his dark stomach. He then began to fondle me. He slowly ran his hands all over my chest and arms and finally went to my dick. He jerked me off hard with one hand and caressed my nuts with the other. I moaned in ecstasy and began to undulate on his deep, smooth black skin. I rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts. Each time I moved back, I could feel something pressing onto the crack of my ass. I at first thought his cock must have popped out of the piss hole in his boxers, but whatever was hitting my butt was too big to be his dick…. Wasn’t it? "Get up here," he commanded as he pulled my body up farther on his own. I was now practically sitting on his face. My pre-cum was dripping on his chin. "Fuck me," Aaron ordered viciously. He wiped the cum off of my throbbing cockhead and basted his left fuckfinger with it. This finger then found its way slowly up my ass, while simultaneously my cock found its way deep inside Aaron’s throat. He used his right hand to pull my genitals into his mouth. Within seconds, I was thrusting my pelvis and cock in him rapidly without hesitation. I knew I was on the verge of ejaculation so I pulled my penis out of Aaron’s mouth. He allowed me to take it out, but then began to stroke it. I was about to tell him I was going to cum when he started giving me a hummer while jerking me off. He wrapped his tongue around my ball sack and hummed heavily, slathering my nuts with his spit. I couldn’t stop it then. My semen spilled out onto his face and neck, making an alluring contrast against his ebony skin. I moaned in pleasure as my orgasm reeled through my body. Aaron wiped the cum off of his face with his sheets and picked me up off of his body. I was very surprised at his strength. He was able to put me on my back with nothing more than a grunt of exertion. "Now it’s my turn," he said as he leaned over my body. I gasped as I looked at what lay between his legs. His cock was poking through his boxers temptingly (IT WAS HIS DICK!), as if asking to be fondled. Not only was it huge, at least 10 inches, but it was also thick - definitely too thick to get in my mouth. I was salivating for Aaron’s visibly throbbing dark meat. "This what you want, boy?" he asked, gesturing at his mammoth cock. "Believe me, mother fucker, you’re gonna’ get it!" Aaron picked up my legs and spread them forcefully. Without hesitation he rammed his penis into my asshole, dry and unready. The pain was intense. I could barely take it. He was getting off good though. I could feel his prick dripping pre-cum inside of me. He was grunting with exertion. "What the fuck’s the problem, boy? I thought you wanted a piece of my black ass?" With that he doubled the strength of his thrusts. I yelled out in agony. "That’s what you get, white boy!" he yelled. He was sweating profusely now, and about to let loose his load. It came like a bang, with such force that I became erect all over again. I could feel his hot cum swirling through my insides and dripping out of my asshole. He screamed in ecstasy, loving every second of his ejaculation. After that was a blur. I heard footsteps outside of the room, quickly pulled him out of me, grabbed my briefs, and ran into the closet vent. I ran quickly through to my room but could hear the fight ensuing in Aaron’s room. He must have been having too strong an orgasm to hear them coming or notice my quick departure. Nonetheless, it sounded like he was being beaten. Not only was the noise rule broken, but forbidden acts such as masturbation were punishable by sedation. It was not tolerated. The next day, I saw Aaron at lunchtime. He was not the same. He moved sluggishly and had no life in his eyes. I secretly grieved the loss of such a fine boy, and blamed myself for it for years after.