Gay Erotic Stories

I just experienced the most amazing sexual encounter of my life, and when I returned home, I felt a strong urge to write it down and share it with everyone else. Let me begin by telling a little bit about myself. I am 20 years old, 6'1" tall and 195 lbs. I would say I have an average body. I keep myself pretty fit. I try to eat healthy, and I run every morning when I wake up. I am not very muscular, but at the same time, I don’t really think I have too much body fat. I have light skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. My stomach is flat, with a tiny bit of peach fuzz trailing down to my bushy 6" cock.

This story really began when I met Alfonse for the first time. Being a full-time college student, I needed a job and began working at a sandwich shop. I had been working there for about three months when Alfonse began working with me. I am a shift manager, and it was my job to train him and work alongside him every weeknight. He had lived in America for about a year already when I met him. Alfonse is from Brazil, and before I met him I never would have known I was into Latin men.

This guy was, and still is, like a God to me. He has dark brown skin, a chiseled face, and a solid body. He has black hair and brown eyes. He has a look like he had spent his whole life in Brazil working manual labor on a farm. Before long, I found myself longing to be with him. I would catch glimpses out of the corner of my eye, while he was working. He had a great smile and a wonderful attitude that made my heart melt. I would watch him bend over, admiring the jockey underwear the peeked over the waistline of his work pants. Every now and then, Alfonse would lift his shirt to wipe his face and brow clean of sweat, and I would get an amazing glimpse of his chest and stomach. He had one of those stomachs that tapered in a V-shape, leading down to his package. He had short curly black hairs all over his chest, and also some that lead the trail into his low-hanging pants. I had to work hard not to get myself caught peeking.

Within the first week of his time with me, Alfonse showed me a picture of his wife and kids, who lived at home in Brazil. I figured immediately he was as straight as an arrow, especially when he commented on every young girl that came into our store. I just joined along with him, because I am bi and can appreciate a beautiful girl. I would look at Alfonse whenever possible, and would speak to him just to hear his sweet voice. I grew so attracted to him, it killed me. I would go into the bathroom after work was over, and stroke myself thinking about what an amazing specimen he was. I would go home, and cover myself in cum while I fantasized about what I would do to him. We would talk a lot about sex, and he would explain how to say things in his language. He loved telling me about his sexual encounters with various girls, and he was not shy about details. It soon became clear that while he loved his son, he cared not about his wife. He also stated several times about how he had failed to even gotten blown since he had come to America, and would give anything to be with a girl in his horny state. We swapped stories with each other, and it was always noticeable that we would both become erect in the process, but we just acted like we didn’t notice it.

Several months later, I was still working with Alfonse, and my passion for him grew daily. Our stories became more and more detailed, and we even started to swap some pornography. I decided to lend him a tape with a bisexual scene in it. Out of ten scenes on the tape, there was only one bisexual one. So I figured, I could act like I didn’t know it was there if he became upset with it. I let him borrow it over a long weekend, and when we returned to work, he had plenty to say. We closed the store, and shared a little rum I had stored in the freezer. It was something we had begun to do after a long day of work. He gave me the porno back and started to tell me how it was his favorite yet. He began to tell one of his sexual stories to me. He had met a girl at the beach while tanning with his buddy, and she agreed to go back to his apartment. All three of them got in bed together, a tangled mess of bodies. The girl became restrictive when they tried to double-team her. She kicked them off, got her clothes, and stormed out of the apartment. That left Alfonse and his friend lying in the bed, both completely nude and with full-fledged hardons, helped out a little by alcohol of course. Now, I figured this was where the amusing little story ended, but Alfonse continued with something that shocked and intrigued me. He said that after he had lain back on the bed, he and his buddy griped about the girl and what a bitch she was for leaving them both like that. Alfonse laid there silent, ready to pass out, when he felt pressure on his dick. He opened his eyes to see his buddy stroking it, with a gentle grin on his face. While initially disgusted, Alfonse grew to like the sensation, and he returned the favor until they both released themselves.

Now, of course I found this story exciting, to say the least. My cock was straining the fabric of my pants. I looked at Alfonse, who was seated next to me at the break table, and he appeared to be rubbing himself under the table. He fondled his manhood while I just watched in awe. I glanced back at his face, and that smile of his hit me again. I began to stroke my own cock, showing him I was interested in his little act. He turned his chair so he was facing me, and unbuttoned his pants. He stood up to let them fall to the ground. That left him standing there in nothing but a pair of bright red jockey underwear, his throbbing cock right in front of my face. I could smell the scent of his sweaty crotch. Alfonse squeezed his dick one last time, before I reached around to his ass. I felt the two mounds for a moments, then grabbed hold of the underwear and peeled them down to his knees. His glorious cock sprang to its full length. I was about 7" long, it curved up and to his right (my left) just a little. It was dark, but also a little lighter than the rest of his body. He was uncut, which I had always fantasized that he was. His balls were normal size, and the whole package was surrounded by a thick bush of dark black pubic hair. I wasted no time in getting to work.

I wrapped my fingers firmly around the base of his member. I stroked it up and down, watching the foreskin cover and uncover the head. With each stroke, a steady stream of pre-cum formed at his piss-slit, and dribbled down onto his cock and my hand. I used it as a lube. After only about a minute of that, my mouth was watering, and I yearned to taste this beautiful man. Not sure how he would react, considering he had only engaged in masturbation with his buddy, I tried to “test him out”.

I opened my mouth, and moved it toward the tip of his dick. Before placing it in, I looked up at his face. The look he had said it all, as he flashed that reassuring grin once again. I licked the head of his cock, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. I moved my tongue inside of his foreskin, circling the head. Alfonse actually groaned a little, which was what I needed to take the rest of him in. I pushed myself onto him, taking as much as I could. With each trip down, I got more and more in until I deep-throated him without even gagging. I placed my hands on his tight butt as he began to thrust himself into my mouth. I played with his balls as he worked himself down my throat. I had taken my own cock out of my pants, and stroked it with a fast pace. He grabbed the back of my head, becoming more forceful, and I loved it. He increased his rhythm, which moved in motion with the grunts coming from his mouth. I felt his balls tighten up in my hand as I blew my own load onto my lap and hands. Before I knew it, Alfonse’s cream was pouring into my throat. He came so much that he had to grab a nearby cup for me to spit into, so I wouldn’t choke. After I sucked the few last sweet drops from Alfonse, he moved in even closer to my body, placing his hands on my head and looking into his eyes. He had a look of extreme serenity and joy on his face. He held my face to his stomach and ran his hands through my hair. He said one word in Portuguese, which summed up everything he felt, he simply said, “Obrigado...”

That’s my story, and I hope you enjoyed it. I can only hope and pray that things stay this way between Alfonse and I. Who knows, before long there may even be a Part 2? Check back and see!