Gay Erotic Stories

On a small island in the South Pacific, there lived a man named Moalo. He was a strong handsome black man with a stocky muscular body and a mouth-watering bulge between his legs. Moalo worked outdoors with a crew building roads. The fierce heat and humidity reduced his work garb down to a tight tank top and cut off jean shorts. His beautiful smooth coffee colored skin would glisten with sweat under the hot midday sun. It wasn't long before Moalo would stop working to wipe his brow and peel off his tight sleeveless shirt. His muscles rippled as he lifted the tank top over his head and dropped it on the grass. For a moment he'd stand and look at the sky unconsciously smoothing the sweat over his pecs and nipples getting off on how good it felt. Little did he know he had an audience, his co-worker, Sanjay, a very handsome well-built East Indian man with a smooth caramel colored complexion and a sprinkling of curly hairs all over his chest and stomach. His strikingly good looks were accented by his neatly trimmed moustache and beard. For a long time Sanjay wished to use his own hands to smooth the sweat all over Moalo's chest. One warm night Sanjay decided to take a walk to Vanuatu Falls. It was too uncomfortable to sleep and he wanted to skinny dip in the lake under the falls to cool off. Approaching the shore he noticed a dark figure standing in the lake under the full moon's light. On closer observation he discovered it was Moalo. Sanjay's heart leaped at the sight of Moalo standing in the lake, his totally nude muscular body glistening in the moonlight and half-stiff cock dangling in the light breeze. Sanjay silently approached and made himself known. He told Moalo why he had come to the falls. Moalo motioned for Sanjay to join him. Sanjay quickly stripped and, for a moment, stood contemplating the water as Moalo contemplated Sanjay's long beautiful cock. They made eye contact and Moalo began to play with his own stiffening cock. Sanjay waded into the water and stood close to Moalo. Moalo playfully splashed him and flopped into the water creating a big splash that soaked Sanjay, so he dove in too. For a while they splashed around like two little boys on summer vacation. They stood under the falls and let the water beat down on their naked bodies. The pulse was invigorating. After they were refreshed they climbed out of the lake and laid side by side on the grass. They laughed as they rubbed the water out of each others hair. A slight breeze kissed their bodies as Sanjay leaned back, his splendid cock half erect against his body, his twinkling eyes inviting Moalo to play. Moalo moved closer, looked over his shoulder, then, placing his hand on Sanjay's cock, leaned down and gave him a long luscious kiss. Sanjay pulled Moalo's body against his and placed both his hands on Moalo's juicy ass cheeks, spreading them and slipping a finger inside his tight asshole. For an eternity they writhed, kissed and moaned in the grass. Moalo kissed his way down to Sanjay's crotch and, with a thrust, took Sanjay's cock into his mouth and sucked, at first rather clumsily but then developed expert skill the more Sanjay moaned. With a wild rhythm he brought Sanjay to an explosive climax. His cries of pleasure echoed behind the falls. After more passionate kisses, Moalo led Sanjay back into the lake and, holding him from behind, massaged his hairy chest and kissed his smooth neck. Sanjay was so caught up in passion that he barely noticed Moalo inching his stiff cock into his ass. He let out a groan half anxious, half surprised. Moalo humped and pounded his meat inside Sanjay as if they were mating. The moans and excitement lit up the night and set the lake on fire. Moalo's cries of pleasure escalated to a level of madness and the first blast of his climax took his breath away. He held Sanjay so tight and pushed his cock so deep inside of him that they almost lost their balance. Moalo seemed to shoot gallons and when it was over and he was spent, he held Sanjay and steadied himself as he caught his breath. After some tender kisses and precious words the lovers climbed out of the lake and went home.