Gay Erotic Stories

Baltazar and the other writers here are correct - man to man sex in the Philippines is not an exact science. Pressure from our predominantly Catholic society is powerful enough to keep men and women straight (or at least they think so). I am a married man who has always hankered for other men. Growing up, I knew this to be true but was always afraid to admit it. I "straightened out" and got married but never lost my desire for hard masculine bodies. It was only after I got an internet connection at home that I began to explore the roads to making my fantasies come true. From midnight until 3am, while my wife slept in our air-conditioned bedroom, I would prowl the net, surfing to various sites. Ultimately I found a club where men like me posted messages and exchanged email. This was where I met Bobby. Through the course of a couple of quick weeks, we got to learn about each other. He was married like me, and wanted to do a little discreet exploring, no commitments, no attachments. He described himself as 28 yrs. Old, light-skinned, 5'8", athletic build. I told him that I was 29, fair complexion, 6', and lean. We agreed to meet. We both worked and lived in Makati, near the business center, so meeting during lunch was no hassle. We met at a cafe and somehow instantly recognized each other. What he did not tell me was that he was quite handsome and very masculine. I like men like that. Apparently, so did he, because he commented on my buzz cut. There was no nervousness, although we both admitted that this would be the first time. It was important to us both that we hit it off as friends, before we moved into other more exciting things. I left that first meeting happy to have met the face behind the nom de plume of his email. Later, we made arrangements to meet at night and see where things went. Utterly bereft of guidance in the local scene, I booked a room at one of the 4 star hotels in Makati (the cost of which we would split). We met at the hotel bar and took the elevator up. As soon as we entered, we began laughing because of our nervousness. He began to empty his pockets - keys, cell phone, pager as we made small talk. Then he turned face me. "So..." he shrugged, smiling, "What now?" I moved over to stand right in front of him and we began to touch each others' arms, face and chest. He kept brushing his fingers against my stubble, seemingly thrilled by the touch of man hair. When we first kissed, it came about naturally (although it was my first time to kiss another man). Our tongues fought for supremacy, used to a woman's subservient kiss. Soon we had stripped each other's top off, revealing his hard body. My God! This was my dream coming true. I bent to kiss, lick and suck his dark nipples as he leaned down to twist mine. "You're so hairy," Bobby whispered, his hands rubbing over my chest. My cock, still trapped in underwear and pants, was rock hard and straining to be freed. His dick also tented out of his soft slacks. I knelt down, like I've seen in the porno flicks, and rubbed my face against his crotch. Even through the material I could smell his musk - deep, dark, forbidden and all so sexy. I felt him pull me up and we kissed again, this time with his hands rubbing my crotch. He unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, reaching past my briefs for my turgid cock. I was so hard I felt like steel. I repaid the favor by unbuttoning his slacks, which promptly fell to the floor, and teased him (and me) by groping him through his briefs. Then I pulled them down. People say that we Filipinos, in general, have short dicks. Well, compared to our Caucasian counterparts, yes. But Bobby and I had nothing to be ashamed off. His dick curved up towards his taut stomach, more than a fistful to grasp, juicy and thick. Mine pointed almost directly out, a little to the left. We rubbed our hard dicks against each other, all the while kissing, touching, reveling in the taboo. We moved to the bed and Bobby began kissing me all over, exploring my armpits, biting my nipples, all the while jacking me off. I could not control myself and flipped him over and returned the favor, straddling him as his hand brought our cocks together again. "I want to suck you," I told him. And so I moved down, stunned by my first close look at another man's cock and licked the sides. "Let's do this together," Bobby urged me as we slipped into a 69. Soon we were both sucking, neither doing it well, but our passion was enough to guarantee that the sensations we gave and received were unbelievable. We both kept gagging, but laughed it off and resumed again, too taken by desire to miss even a moment. "I want to fuck you," Bobby told me. My mind whirled. The final taboo. But was I ready? I was afraid of the pain, but secretly hoped this would happen (which explains the condoms and KY Jelly I brought along). "If I let you, will you let me fuck you too?" I asked him. He paused for the briefest moment. "Sure. But I want to fuck you first, okay?" Okay. I flipped on my back and handed him the condom and the lube. He laughed and made a joke at how much of a Boy Scout I was. I jacked off as I watched him put the rubber on then slather his dick with lube. Inside, a part of me, the little Catholic boy, was screaming bloody hell. But another part, the freed part, hushed him up. "Tell me if it hurts." And he entered me. I bolted up and almost screamed because of the pain. "Relax, relax." He moved out and began to finger my asshole. Slowly, I calmed down. "I think you're too big, Bobby." "We'll try one more time, if it hurts too much, then it's my turn." Later, it would come to me that this man had to be one of the fairest people on the face of the earth. He slipped in again, and I tensed up. He slowly began to inch in and I fought against the tears in my eyes. Soon it will be good, soon it will be good, I repeated to myself. And before I knew it, he was completely inside. It was a completely new feeling, and every bit of my body kept trying to repel the intruder, but I relaxed and adjusted. Soon the pain went away, replaced by something indescribable. And Bobby began to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster and harder. I was lost in a daze of pleasure and pain and fought not to black out. I remember watching him above me, covered in sweat, pumping furiously as only a man could. My ass was completely his, I knew nothing else. His began to grunt deep rumblings from his chest and I felt him inside me impossibly grow bigger. He was coming--he was coming! He came inside me and fell on top of me, drenched in sweat, kissing my mouth, biting my lips. He popped out, softening, and went to the bathroom to clean up, wryly plucking the soggy condom from his dick. By this time my butt was a dull wasteland of throbbing and pulsing, and I kept my cock hard by imaging the position reversed. He came out and dropped next to me eyeing my dick. He opened an new condom pack and wordlessly fitted my cock, sheathing it in rubber. "Pare, go easy, ha?" He told me, "You'll be the first." The first for us both. It was as if we both wanted to get all the taboos out of the way. Slick with lube, and hard as a rock, I straddled him. Like me tensed up, and like him I restarted by using a finger. Bobby kept his eyes on me, watching what I did. When our eyes met, he smiled and nodded his head in encouragement. I slowly slid into his ass, amazed by the tightness. I could feel him tense up and it was like a hand grabbing my dick. "Easy, easy, it hurts," he moaned, and I backed up a bit. Patiently, I managed to eventually plunged almost all the way in. When I looked up, I could see that Bobby had closed in eyes, gritted his teeth and had tears. Soon I established my preferred fuck tempo, slow and rhythmic, with an occasional sudden jolt. I felt his hands grip my arms as I fucked him. Before long the pleasure was too intense and I came inside in. He pulled me down and we kissed. "Shit, pare, I'll never walk again," he laughed, yet somehow grimacing. "Me too," I answered, nuzzled against his chest. Later, recovered, we showered together and took a nap. Out first time was exhilarating. We still meet each other once in a while - but neither fucks the other. We both confessed to not liking it much. Still, there's a lot we do. And though we've agreed not to have any kind of commitment, we have become close friends, enjoying our common masculinity. We still tryst in the expensive hotels, though. A small price to pay for a hot and discreet encounter.