Gay Erotic Stories

Brother 2 Brother I took a deep breath as I pushed myself away from the keyboard and waited for the file to print. I couldn't believe I was actually considering doing this, and my heart pounded with anticipation just thinking of what would become of it all and of me. One thing was for certain, I would never be the same man again. I reached over and snatched the printout from the machine and settled back in the chair to read the words again. The ad said . . . "REACH OUT AND TOUCH A BROTHER . . . 29 Y.O. BI-CURIOUS BM LOOKING TO EXPLORE THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR. I'M SHY, 6'4, 250LB., FOOTBALL PLAYER'S BUILD, INTO JAZZ AND WEEK END GETAWAYS. QUIET STORM. NO CLUBS/DRUGS. LOOKING FOR THE SAME. DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING!" Damn! I couldn't believe it took me a whole hour to come up with this, but I didn't want to be too detailed. I was so paranoid that someone I knew would figure out this was me talking and wouldn't that be some shit. Anyway, there was no turning back now. I folded up the page and sealed it in an envelope along with the ad fee and shot it into the mail slot. No turning back now. A week later the ad appeared in the city paper and I was so nervous I called in sick. Paranoia struck again and I felt as though everybody that saw this ad just knew it was from me. I figured I'd be labeled as a big fag and friends and co-workers suddenly avoiding me or whispering as I walked by. After all, a guy like me -- big and strong - tall, dark, handsome - intelligent and charming - a real man isn't supposed to be attracted to other men. But I was and had been ever since high school. Now that I was 29, three years divorced, and tired of hiding from myself, I was ready to indulge my hidden desires and explore the burning fantasies that left me smoldering in the dark of night. Fantasies such as the one, I usually had about fine brothers like Darien (the guy I met). I had to be around them everyday acting like everything was everything, all the while dreaming what it would be like to have them willingly in my bed, on my desk, on the floor in front of the fireplace, in the shower - aw fuck anywhere! Booty butt naked - skin on skin - licking - sucking - biting - sweating - bumping and grinding hours on end. Those like Darien really got to me and I struggled to control my eyes and mannerisms when they were around. Lingering eyes tell no lies. However, I was not fantasizing when Darien responded to my ad, saying that he really understood what I was feeling - that he was fairly inexperienced - that he wanted us to get together to see how we would clique. I stood there breathless, my head spinning from excitement. I must have replayed the message a dozen times listening to his sexy voice. "I'm the one you're looking for" he said at the end and left his number. Around 9 PM, I laid across the bed with all the lights off, the phone ringing in my ear. I had psyched myself up for the rest of the afternoon and now I was calm for the most part, except for a raging erection that stood thick and strong in the darkness. I stroked it lightly letting my fingertips play along the slight curve - squeezed it tightly, my hand not able to fully wrap around - traced my fingers from the head down the fat shaft to my balls which hung like two juicy lemons between my legs. I tugged gently at the soft curly hairs between my balls and my asshole. That was my spot and my body quivered in sync with each touch. So many nights this was the scenario - me getting myself off to smooth jazz rhythms coming out of my stereo, while I wished I were tied to the bed being ravished beyond my wildest imagination. I pressed my dick up against my stomach. It hit well above my navel. I slowly squeezed out the pre-cum and tasted it . . . so sweet. Darien picked up on the other end and the bedroom seemed to spin around me as his velvet voice caressed my ear. The conversation got hot immediately to my surprise and delight and he took great pleasure in describing himself to me. 30 years old - light-skinned - 6'7" with a solid well-toned body - brown eyes - bald head with a goatee - 10 inch dick and a tight ass. He said he loved to play basketball and he had big hands. That was more information than I expected, but I felt I should return the favor. So I painted a picture for him to go along with the info I gave in the ad. I described my tall, stocky frame - light-skinned as well - broad shoulders and chest with big dark nipples - 8 1/2 inch thick dick - big nuts and nice bubble butt. He asked if I was stroking myself, because he was, and had been since we started talking. He told me to describe myself to him again . . . slowly. Then he wanted me to talk dirty to him. I was speechless! His breathing got heavier, more labored as he got off in my ear, saying between gasps that he wanted me - to teach me everything I wanted to know - for me to be his bitch and suck his long black dick - to shoot cum all over my chest. I told him my fantasy of being tied up and completely vulnerable for him to do whatever he wanted with me. "Oh shit!" he shouted as he climaxed. I envisioned him there writhing in ecstasy as he shot cum everywhere. His groans sounded like pure heaven as he endured the orgasmic shock waves. I laid back on the bed transfixed by what had just happened and suddenly realized that I too had cum when my leg rubbed across some of it on the comforter. I breathed deeply and smiled as I heard Darien regaining his composure. "Did you like that?" he teased. "Fuck yeah!" I said. "Now it's your turn. You gonna let me hear you stroking that big black dick?" his voice was devilish. "Too late," I replied. "I was so into you that I didn't know it myself, but that shit was nice. "I can't wait to get the real thing." "Aw hell yeah," he said, "When are we gonna get together and do this?" We continued to talk a while and eventually agreed to meet the next day. It was Saturday and I usually hit the bowling alley early in the morning to work on my game, so we met at the bowling alley and planned to just spend the whole day together doing whatever. I arrived first and to my gear in. As Darien pulled up in the parking lot, my stomach was in knots from anxiety. Meeting somebody for the first time was never easy, but this was especially a challenge given the circumstances. He drove a bad ass white Maxima - phat rims , sun roof, tinted windows and waxed so hard you could bite the shine. His sound system was pumping and the bass echoed in my chest and took my breath away. I saw his bald head bobbing to the music as he approached - so damn cool -- but I assumed it was all just a front. He parked and got out. His security system chirped as he activated it. Then looking over at me standing by the building, he smiled and gestured for me to come over to the car. "I need you to help me carry my balls." he smiled sarcastically. I sensed he was a little apprehensive as well, and this was just a ploy to feel me out. I guessed he wanted to see if my character matched my physique which intimidated a lot of people. So as I approached his car, I poured on the boyish charm and greeted him like one of the guys. He towered over me and I thought to myself that he looked like one giant dick. Damn he smelled good and his honey toned brown skin that I could see - his bald head, neck and arms looked delectable. And damn he did have big basketball player hands! As we shook hands, I purposely held my grip a little longer enjoying the feel. Then I bent down in front of him to pick up one of his bowling balls, enjoying the view on my way back up. "Don't worry," I said to him softly. "I won't bite . . . unless you want me to." He laughed out loud as did I, relieved that the ice had been broken. "So, you disappointed?" I asked. "Brother please!" he replied in approval. "I had no idea you were so big. You must work out. "How about you?" he asked. "You disappointed?" I simply looked him up and down in amazement. "Brother, it's all good!" I smiled. We headed into the bowling alley and my paranoia from the day before was gone. After all, to everyone else we looked like two good friends just hanging out having a good time. No one had a clue that these two fine brothers would be bumping booties before the day was over, and with that every minute we spent together felt like we were getting away with murder. And murder me, he did the first two games we played. Normally, I averaged a 175, but today there were several exceptions and distractions. Darien knew he had a nice body, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Each time he went up to bowl, I got a perfect view of his cute tight ass. His long muscular arms and legs made my mouth water, and his well defined chest screamed at me through his t-shirt. My eyes glazed over when I noticed the way he cradled the bowling ball - those long thick fingers extended across the ball like ribbons on a Christmas gift. I fantasized my dick was the gift and how his hands would stroke it tight, long and hard. He apparently was fantasizing about me too, because he purposely kept rubbing against me each opportunity he had. I felt nothing but rock hard dick through his jeans and the thought of him naked with that black snake ready to pounce was making me hot. My own erection was so strong, it was getting quite uncomfortable to sit down, and every time I tried to reposition it electric jolts shot through my crotch. Fortunately, there were not a lot of people around - we were starting to lose control. We both knew the third game would be our last. We were too riled up to continue this agony. Heading into the 7th frame we were almost tied, and I had begun to throw better. Darien noticed this and suggested we place a bet on the last game. I quickly checked the scores before I agreed - no need to hang myself if I didn't have a chance to beat him. "Sure," I replied sitting down. "What's the wager?" A mischievous expression came over his face and he looked around to see if anyone was watching. He casually walked over to where I was, looking intently into my eyes as if I were his captured prey. I melted as he approached, leaned over me and brought his sweet mouth right up next to my ear. His hot breath danced down my neck and I clenched my teeth to keep from trembling. His mere presence exuded so much raw male sexiness, but I did not want to let on how deeply he stimulated me - didn't want him to have that edge. I was fighting like a Titan when I felt his moist, silk tongue lightly brush my ear, and my dick jumped in my crotch. I gripped the side of the chair to steady myself. I was losing it and a soft moan escaped my mouth. I couldn't hide it anymore - I was helpless. "Loser gets fucked." he whispered and ran his large hand up my chest, gently pressing me against the back of the chair. His thumb flicked my right nipple and I thought I would pass out. I quickly jumped up and glanced around. We were the only two in the bowling alley thank goodness. My fully erect penis looked like a ripe banana begging to be released from my pants. Darien snickered at the sight and rubbed his hands down his thigh emphasizing his own aroused state, which ran down the inside of his leg like a night stick. I had always heard that basketball players were well hung, but shit! This brother was packing! I swallowed hard considering the challenge. I did not like the idea of getting fucked by any man. That simply was not part of my fantasy. A finger fuck maybe, but there was no way in hell I could fathom that thing slamming up in my ass. Still I wanted him so bad, and I didn't want to mess up the groove we had going. So I carried out my own display of bravado and flexed my wide chest and arms and picked up my ball. I walked over to him and reached around to feel his butt as if I were at the market shopping for ripe melons. He reached down and felt my throbbing manhood and smiled. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about." he said softly. "Loosen up a little. I'm just having fun." "Loser gets fucked well," I taunted. We continued the game. Finishing up the 10th frame, I was clearly winning, but Darien could beat me by a few pins if he struck out. My heart was racing as he finished the frame leaving three pins. We both stared up at the monitor waiting for the final score, and I jumped when it showed I beat him by one pin. "Yeah, I'm the man! I'm the man!" I shouted. Darien just gave me a sinister grin. Bastard! This was what he wanted all along. We quickly gathered our gear and paid the attendant. We were going back to my place for the rest of the day - the real games were about to begin. Outside the bowling alley I joked with Darien as he got into his Maxima. "You know what this means, don't you?" I asked him. "No, what?" he replied. "That's your ass!" I said smiling and pinched his cheek. To be continued.