Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. First time By Nathan Harvey Bobby Tyler and I had been buddies as far back as kindergarten and I think I was in love with him even then. I know they always say gay people are not born that way, but I beg to differ. Back then I didn’t know what gay meant, all I knew is I loved him like no other person I’d ever loved, not dad or mom or any of the other boys, I simply was in love with him. All through our growing up years even though we were the same age, he was always the big brother I never had. I guess it was because he was so much bigger than I was and he was always looking after me like a brother. As we grew we did all those normal things that boys will do. We tried our first cigarette together and we inspected each other’s bodies. As we got older we discovered the joys of masturbation together. Then came the conversations of how we were going to make it with girls. One of the things he liked me to do was while he was talking about girls, for me to beat him off. I must confess I loved doing it. Once when I got some of his cum on my hand and when he wasn’t looking, I licked it off—just wanting to know what he tasted like. After that I would secretly try to get it on my hands so I could lick it off when he wasn’t looking. Between our sleepovers and gym class I knew every line of that beautiful body of his. Even thought he dated, I made sure I was always there for him when he needed me to listen to him brag about this girl or that girl and to get him off. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about his going out with girls, but Bobby had grown into one hot hunk and all the girls chased after him. By our senior year had developed quite a reputation with the ladies and I was even proud of his popularity. Now me, I dated but it was nothing serious doing it for show more than anything else. I really had no desire to make it with a girl; it was all I could do to just kiss her let alone try to get her in bed. The last thing I wanted to do was scare Bobby off by his finding out I was gay and in love with him.. Even at our Prom we double dated. He went with the most popular girl in school and I went with, well let’s say I was the only one that asked her. I think the only reason she did go with me is we were doubling with Bobby and Alicia Saunders. All that night I kept pretending Bobby was my date. Bobby had been nipping at a bottle and he was well on the way to Happyville and started feeling Alicia up. She promptly threw a fit and demanded we drive her home. After dropping both the girls off, Bobby just wasn’t ready to call it a night. He wanted to finish up the night with a little booze and a swim and then I could whack him off. As usual I let him make all the decisions about us. After crawling into his Sebring, we headed out to the Dunes. Leaning back in the seat, I was glad the top was still down. I looked over at him--so handsome in his tuxedo--I kept pretending Bobby had been my date tonight. Closing my eyes I kept pretending we were going someplace romantic and he was going to make love to me. As we passed the closed public beach access sign, Bobby said he knew another route to the beach. Slowing down after a while, he turned off on this old maintenance road saying we were going to have all the privacy we wanted, we could stay on the beach all night and see the sunrise. Now I was getting excited, maybe, my dream date could possibly come true. Pulling behind what looked like storage shed, he crawled out of the car while telling me to grab the blanket and he would bring the booze. By the time we made it to the lake we were huffing and puffing and our shoes were full of sand. After spreading out the blanket, Bobby began stripping down to his bright red skivvies. Breaking the seal on the bottle of brandy, he took a big swig and handed it to me saying this would keep us warm. After passing the bottle back and forth a few times and staggering a little, he giggled and began strutting around clad only in his red bowtie and red skivvies. He said he even wore this special underwear to impress his girl, but the dumb cunt never gave him the chance. Pushing the bottle back in my hands he headed down to the water and dove in, making a big belly flop. He called for me to come in, and I stripped off and ran to join him. Just the sight of him in those silly red jockeys and that outrageous red bowtie had given me a whopping a hard-on. The water was like ice and suddenly my hard-on was nothing more than a shriveled up pee-pee. We could only stay in the water about fifteen minutes before we were both freezing. Heading out of the water to the blanket, as soon we were there Bobby yanked down his jockeys, saying he needed to get it off real bad. I was eager and ready to take care of him as always, but what happened next was nothing but animal lust and rape. Kneeling in front of me and shoving his cock in my face, he told me to get him off. I reached up to take his cock in my hand, but he pushed my hand away saying he wanted a blow job from me tonight--not a fucking hand job. After I told him no, Bobby grabbed my head and jammed his cock into my mouth, telling me he wasn’t asking me, he was telling me to suck him off. Struggling to beat him off of me only made him more determined to get what he wanted. He began ramming his cock down my throat and then he began fucking my face. Suddenly, he had me over on my back and was fucking my mouth like a cunt. Feeling his cock swelling even more, he then forced me to swallow his cum. While I was still choking and gasping for air, all he said was, “…baby I need this…” and began working me again. By now the shock of it all was over and I began wanting more. This time as he fucked my mouth, I began using my throat muscles to work his cock. He began groaning, “Baby, Baby I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” After getting his rocks off again he crawled off my face and set about lifting my legs saying, “Baby we’re going all the way.” Grinning at me he continued, “ Davie your ass is mine tonight”. Torn between lust and fright I begged him not to do this to me. Looking into my eyes he said he knew I always wanted him and now I was going to get him. His eyes shinning and spit drooling out of his mouth, he said I was going to love the way he fucked my ass. Pushing my legs to my chest, he began working his cock into my ass. He leaned forward and our lips touched. He gave me this little kiss and told me that from now on, I was going to give him all the ass he wanted whenever and wherever he wanted it. Looking up into that lust crazed face, I hardly recognize him. He was nothing more than a sex-crazed animal now. With each push of his hips, he was driving himself deeper into me and my whole body was screaming out in pain. He just told me to relax and get with I-- he was going to get what he needed tonight. Looking into his sweat filled face, I knew he didn’t give a damn about what I wanted or was feeling. About then I could feel him pumping his cum into me. Now fully embedded in my ass, he stayed there and then slowly he began fucking me again, saying for once he was going to get all the fucking he wanted. By now his cum had made my ass slick and my body was accepting him easily. He was now using me like a common whore. Each time I felt him ejaculate inside me, I felt even dirtier and cheaper. There was no love in this--only lust. I had always imagined that sex between Bobby and I would be gentle and loving--but this was nothing but a form of rape. Looking up at him, I could see the only thing that mattered to him now was his own pleasure and the only sound now between us was the sucking and slurping of his cock plunging in and out of my ass. It was almost daylight when he had finished with me. Rolling off of me and tossing me aside like a used condom, he took another swig of brandy and fell asleep. Looking at that beautiful body of his laying there in a drunken stupor--for the first time in my life I hated someone. Wanting to wash his cum from my body, I ran to the water and began washing myself. I felt like I would never be clean again. Walking back to the blanket and picking up my clothes, I began dressing. I wanted to get as far away from Bobby as possible. When I reached the highway I began trying to hitch a ride back home. I was glad when the van slowed and came to a stop. The guy said he was going as far as South Bend. Once we were on the road, the guy asked if I had been partying at the beach after the prom. Nodding my confession, I said we had drinks and stuff. Good-naturedly poking me in the ribs and winking, he asked if I got any. Apparently seeing me blushing, he began laughing, while saying he could even smell the sex on me. He continued to laugh and said he well remembered his prom and how he had gotten this girl. Closing my eyes and leaning back listing to him, it was like Bobby was raping me all over again. I almost wanted to cry. When we got to the city limits I told him he could let me out anywhere and I could get a cab. Slowing down and then stopping by a phone booth, he let me out. It was a simple matter then to get a cab and get home. A short while later and after crawling up to my room, I just wanted to die. I slept most of the day and when I finally did come downstairs, Dad said I must have had one hell of a night. Dad said Bobby had called several times. All I said was we had had a fight and I didn’t want to talk to him. They seemed quite surprised, but thankfully they didn’t pry. I then told both my parents that Monday I had an interview with a company, and if I got the job, I wanted to get my own place. It was just before dinnertime when we heard the front doorbell. I could see Bobby’s car parked in the driveway. I went to the door and stepped outside. I told him to go home--I never wanted to see him again as long as I lived. He was trying to say something, but I wasn’t listening. I stepped inside and slammed the door. While I was watching him from behind the curtain, standing there I wondered how it was possible to love someone and hate them at the same time. After a few more calls he finally stopped trying. That Monday I was all spiffed up for my interview with Bowing and Associates and after I’d finished the application, I was led to Mr. Bowing’s office. He seemed to be a nice middle-aged man and he made me at ease almost instantly. He began asking me what I could offer the company if they hired me. I told him I was a major in business and after going into this long dissertation, he just leaned back and smiled. He asked if I was willing to start at the very bottom of the ladder. Nodding affirmatively, I said anywhere he thought I would fit in. Smiling he said we would start me in the mailroom and from there, I could learn how the company operated. He told me to report that next day to the medical department and then I would start to work after my physical. As I was almost out the door, he mentioned I might be more comfortable wearing jeans and slacks in the mailroom. There it was, I had a job and now I would need a place to live and a car to drive. I thought I was really on my way now. That summer had to be the best summer of my life. I liked the job and I was getting to know all the staff. I felt that one of these days I would be moving up in the company. By now I was driving this old but smart looking red LaBaron convertible and I was on top of the world. After getting over the shock of being raped by Bobby, I finally gave into those feelings I had been suppressing and I had come out of the closet. Thankfully, my parents had accepted who and what I was. I was now going to ‘The Leathers’, our local gay bar in town. I had accepted who and what I was. I had even made it with a few of the guys from the bar, but somehow the gay life just what I expected it to be. I loved men and I loved sex but not those one-night stands. I wanted someone I could love and who love me. I wanted a partner. In my own way I was happy, there was no hiding but really no fulfillment either. It was in the fall and I was out in the driveway waxing my little LaBaron and getting it ready for the winter, when I heard this voice behind me. After turning and looking up I saw Bobby standing there. Before I could say anything, he asked me if I could ever forgive him for what he’d done to me. He was drunk and needed me. I told him to go away--he was a part of my life I was trying to forget. Looking into my face, he said he never meant to hurt me--that he loved me. I told him again to go or I would call the police. I watched him hang his head and walk back to his car and drive off. I then began to realize I didn’t hate him any longer; I just didn’t love him anymore. It wasn’t until I moved the car into the garage that I found this small package laying on the front seat. Bobby must have put it there. I picked it up and defiantly tossed it into the trash. I was almost out of the garage when I went back to get it. I had to know what he had tried to give me. Unwrapping the small box, I could see it was actually a ring box. After opening it I saw one gold band and the slot where another had been. Lifting the band out of the box I could see engraving inside. It read, ‘I will always love you Davie, Bobby.’ Sliding the ring on my finger, it looked like a wedding ring. I promptly pulled it off and stuffed it back into the box. I was going to throw it back into the trash, but somehow I just couldn’t do it. Try as I may I still loved that bastard. I didn’t hear or see Bobby for several weeks until one night he came in to the bar. Chester the bartender looked over and pointing to Bobby, said that was the mystery guy that always came in here looking for someone, but had always left alone. Laughing he said not that he or the ‘Boys’ didn’t give it the old college try. It was more than obvious he was comfortable in the leathers and he stopped and chatted with various people sitting at tables. Looking up then and seeing me sitting at the bar, Bobby came directly over taking the empty stool next to me and took a seat. After ordering a beer, he looked over at me as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. Chester was now watching the two of us with renewed interested. When Bobby reached for his beer, I noticed his ring, the match to the one he’d given me. Then I heard him whisper, “I love you Davie.” By now every eye in the place was on us wanting to know if I was that someone the mystery man was looking for. Not knowing quite what to say and trying to make conversation, I asked him where he was working. He said he was working down at his father’s lumberyard--he was now a partner in the company. Then he asked me where I was working. I told him I was just a mail clerk at Bowing and Associates, but he gave a low whistle saying that was one great place to work. Looking over to make sure they weren’t making fun of me, he seemed quite serious. Then there was this long, awkward period of silence. He then asked if I still lived at home. I answered him by saying I still didn’t earn enough to move out. I asked him if he was still lived at home. He proudly announced he had a place at the Kenwood Condos now, and that he had moved in just after the prom. Then blushing, he said he was sorry again--he and I both knew it was about him raping me. Sliding off his stool then, he did something that caused a minor sensation in the bar. Dropping to his knees, he begged me to forgive him. By then the only sound in the room was the screaming of the disco queen on the box. Here I was with the most sought after hunk in the bar at my feet--begging me to forgive him. Too embarrassed to say anything, I pulled him to his feet. He had that little boy lost expression I remembered so well. By now even Chester the bartender was hanging on our every word. Telling Bobby we couldn’t talk here, he begged me to come back to his place. Not wanting a repeat of Prom night, I suggested we just dance and get to know one another again. When we got to the dance floo,r he put his arms around me taking the lead.. Moving together to the music it all came flooding back about how I had wanted to be his date at the prom. Then I began remembering some other things that I had tried to forget. I began remembering how I had serviced him and had always been there--fawning over him when he needed sexual relief. He had come to depend on me, expected me to service him and I had. For him to want more was natural I had made him dependent on me. Really when I began to think back I had become his bitch. He understood I wanted him and when he responded to me out of lust, I had wanted love. Laying my head on his chest, this was the first time I’d ever admitted to myself I had given Bobby all the signals all my life. I had set him up for what he’d done to me, and then I accused him of rape. Moving closer to him I could feel his arms move around me even tighter. Now I could even feel his heat beating. As our bodies moved together his erection began growing against me. He whispered in my ear, “I just can’t help the way I feel about you Davie, I love you and I want to fuck you.” Moving closer to him and dry fucking him, I could feel his whole body begin to tremble. In this hoarse whisper he begged me to come home with him and let him show me how much he loved me. Looking up into his face, our lips touched and his tongue moved across my lips begging for entry into my mouth. I opened my lips to his tongue. He began devouring me, my body trembling now from that consuming lust that began raging through my body. I’d begun to realize how Bobby had felt that night. When our lips finally parted, I took his hand and lead him to the door. I could hear the whispers and low suggestive catcalls as the door closed behind us. Telling him I had my car, he suggested I follow him. It was a short drive to his complex--and yes--I knew it well. I had priced these units and it was way over what I could ever hope to afford. Once inside I had to marvel at what money could buy. The condo was gorgeous and outfitted with leather furniture and oil paintings everywhere. It had the look and smell of power and money. We pushed past the living room and up the stairs to this bedroom loft. It was a space designed as a love nest. I looked at the huge bed covered in satin. I glanced at the mirrored ceiling over the bed. I wondered how we were gong to look as we made love. Slowly he began undressing me it was like he was afraid I would break. First the shirt and then the shoes, lifting one foot and slipping that shoe off and then the other. Then kneeling there and before undoing my belt, he began unzipping my jeans. Working those off of me and sliding my jockeys down, my now hard cock sprang forward. I felt his lips on my cock as he tried sucking me off--he was so damn clumsy. While he was gagging and choking, he kept sucking. I began to realize that he was making love to me in the one way he could beg for forgiveness. Bobby was giving his body me in exchange for taking mine. Pulling him to his feet and kissing him, I slid down to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I felt he had gone the distance for me. Bobby had become less of a man for me to show me he loved me. Now it was my time to show him he was all man. Sucking him deep into my throat this time, I knew it was more than his just getting it off, this was showing my man that I loved him. When he came he almost crumpled to the floor as I felt his body convulsing. He just kept shooting and shooting until he was gasping for air. Remembering his words that night like it was yesterday I said, “Baby we’re going all the way tonight.” Laying back on the bed and spreading my legs, Bobby begged me saying, “Let’s pretend this is our first time.” Ever so gently he began to place himself--always watching my face to see if he was hurting me. This time I surrendered my body freely and willingly to my lover. Slowly in small little strokes we began to join as only two men can until it was almost as if we’d become one. Bending me double he whispered again that he loved me and then our lips found each other’s. As we continued our mating, his cum fluid filled my body and my cock began christening us. When we finally separated, his tongue began licking and cleaning my cum off of my chest. Then straddling me with his legs he began to descend on my cock. I told him no—he didn’t have to do this. He said he had to do this to give himself to me so that I would never question his love for me. All that night we made love and by morning I knew I was with the man I loved. As we lay there together, Bobby was like a little kid begging me to move in with him. I told him we had to go slowly to make sure this was right for us. We showered then and made love again. This time I was comfortable in my role with him, he was the stud, the man and I was his bitch. Moving to the kitchen I began making our breakfast as he picked up the Sunday paper and began reading. I moved over to him and gave him a kiss. This was how I had always dreamed it would be between us. He was my man and I was going to take care of him. We had breakfast and then I finished up the dishes. As I was leaving, he asked if we could have dinner tonight. Leaning into him and kissing him, I told him that I would love it and maybe we could go dancing at the Leathers after dinner. All the way home I was in heaven. I knew I would protest, but I was ready to take my place with my lover. It was when his car pulled up and he was coming up the driveway that dad looked over saying, “Are you sure this is the kind of life you want Davie?” Blushing, I knew he knew and it was okay with him. I told dad to let him in, I had to get something from my room. When I came back downstairs, I had the ring on that Bobby had given me. If there had been any doubt in my mind about how he felt about me, when he saw the ring he pulled me to him--kissing me right there--in front of my parents. As we left he said we were going to the Marriott Looking Glass Restaurant and then we would go dancing at the Leathers if that was all right with me. All through dinner it was like we’d never been apart. On the drive to the Leathers I slid as close to him as I could get--in spite of the console-- and reached over held his hand. After parking, we went into the bar together. Chester broke out into a big grin, asking if congratulations were in order. Laughing Bobby said he was courting me and I hadn’t said yes yet. After a few dances he looked down at me asking, “You want to go home now?” Looking into his eyes and smiling I said, “Yes, let’s go home Bobby.” Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at Harveynate@AOL.com