Gay Erotic Stories

”Bist du schwul?” The guy looked into my eyes. What was I to say. He just asked me “Are you gay?” in German. My education was within tourism and languages, so I knew German. I wanted to tell him yes, but I didn’t know what his and his comrade’s intentions were. This was my first time in Ibiza, Spain. I went there all by myself as I knew it was a paradise for gays. Lots of gay bars, discos, even gay nude beaches. I was a closet case. At home nobody knew about my little secret. I’d been dreaming about this trip for a long time. As soon as I got there I just felt so horny, I just started walking around town, trying to look for those gay places. In my mind there was nothing but sex. I looked at every guy I passed, trying to se ‘it’ in his eyes, didn’t really know what I was looking for in them. Maybe something more than just the ignorant glance. In the beginning I found nothing but the regular straight bars, I probably took a beer or two in most of them, and in the end I got rather drunk. I was horny as hell, and started walking up and down the streets, even the narrow ones. I just had to find somebody. Some of the bars started closing, as it was about six in the morning. I still hadn’t found any gay bars. That’s when I saw these two German guys about my own age in one of those narrow side streets. Were they gays? I noticed for sure that the one who talked to me was damned good looking. But I was not very sure about his intentions. Was it that obvious that I was gay? I knew for sure I was not feminine, I had always considered myself a straight looking guy. It must have been the way I looked at him. So what would he do to me if I said yes? Would I receive an invitation for a good time, or would he be calling me a ‘damned fucking faggot’ and kick me till I was lying bleeding in one of the corners in that narrow alleyway? He didn’t have the look I was hoping for, so I wasn’t sure. Could I outrun the two of them if they were not the kinda guys I was hoping for? I really wanted to say yes, but instead I ended up pretending I was too drunk for anything, which I probably was, too. I went back to my hotel, went straight to bed, but while I was still awake I could not stop bitching and swearing at myself for what I had done. I couldn’t forget those two guys. * * * * * I woke up late the next morning, and I went down to the hotel’s swimming pool. I met some really nice Norwegians there. They were great friends, and I really have to admit I had a real good time with them. Unfortunately they were all straight. So by the next evening I was a loner again. After a while I found a bar called the Teatro Bar. It was still early and not very many people were out yet, but still the place looked pretty gay, so I bought a beer and sat down by one of the tables outside. Already then I knew that this was gonna be a special evening to me. It didn’t take long before a group of young British guys showed up at the bar, bought drinks and sat down at the two tables closest to me. As I said, they were a group going together, so I didn’t get an invitation to join them, but a couple of them helped me out by telling me about the bars, where to go, and not to go. I really fell in love with one of them, a handsome blond guy in black, tight biker’s shorts. He was about eighteen years old. But he was too busy talking to his friends, and obviously didn’t notice me. Instead I turned towards the bar where another young blond was standing. He wore a white t-shirt and cut-off jeans. Wow, I thought, and if this wasn’t paradise, I had to be very close. He looked at me, I looked at him, and he looked at me again. I didn’t know if I was doing things right or not, inexperienced as I was. After a couple of minutes I stood up and started walking down the street, still looking at him. He could’ve been German or Scandinavian, I thought. He also looked at me, and I started moving towards one of the discos the other guys had told me about, wondering if he would follow me. To my disappointment he didn’t. Either was I stupid, I thought, or he was just as inexperienced as I was, It was too late to turn around, so I continued to Anfora. The place was crowded. I walked around to check the place out at first. Upstairs there was a darkroom. Guys were lined up, waiting for a fuck. I’d never seen a place like that before, but I wasn’t interested in a quick fuck in the dark. I wanted a person to remember to be the first to fuck my virgin ass. So I went back down to the bar, and bought another beer. That’s when the German from last night came up to me, bumped into my side, my eyes met his smiling face. In German he said to me “Hey, Guten Abend. Aren’t you the guy from last night?” still laughing. I had to admit. “So, du bist schwul?” I nodded, feeling safer this time. We looked at each other, and then he said “Ich mag dein Lächeln!” – I like your smile! – before he continued “Du machst mich an!” – You really turn me on! I knew right then that he was gonna be my first mate in bed. I offered him a drink, and he accepted. As I turned around to talk to the bar keeper, my new friend put his right hand on my bum, and whispered in my ear “Geiler Arsch!” – Nice ass! “Yours is not so bad, either,” I told him, and he leaned forward to kiss me. As his lips touched mine, his tongue touched mine, he moved closer to me, so I could feel his hard bulge against mine. “Kann ich deinen Schwanz blasen?” – “Can I suck your cock?” he asked me softly in my ear. I answered ‘yes’ in the same tone of voice. “Kann ich deinen Arsch lecken?” – “Can I lick your ass?” he continued. I whispered ‘yes.’ “Kann ich dich bumsen?” – “Can I fuck you?” he then asked me, not whispering anymore. Again I answered ‘yes,’ and he held me tight, his hands squeezing my buns, pushing his crotch harder to mine. What surprised me was that nobody around really seemed to notice us. I guess I was just too inexperienced, had never been to a gay place before. When I looked around there were actually more people kissing each other. That made me even more excited. I thought I was to cum right there and then. “Sollen wir zu meinem Hotel gehen?” – “Should we go to my hotel?” he finally asked. I couldn’t wait and said ‘yes’ again. We finished our beers quickly, before we left the Anfora. As we walked over to his hotel, I found out that his name was Andreas, and that he came from Cologne in Germany. His friend from last night was not really his friend, but a guy who stayed at the same hotel as him. I felt relieved, because then I knew Andreas was gonna be mine, and mine only. I suddenly got very nervous when we entered his hotel room. Did I regret saying yes to him? All of a sudden I felt too shy to be with him. I wanted to run out the door and back to my hotel. When Andreas handed over a beer to me, it made me relax a little bit again. I drank it fast, and he gave me another one. Andreas stood up and began taking off his shirt while he was dancing in front of me. I saw the beautifully molded muscles and his thin torso, and a thin line of hair running down from his belly button, disappearing into his jeans. My cock was throbbing harder than I had ever felt it before. I took off my shirt, and then waited for my new German friend to take off his pants. He pulled them down slowly, he had no underwear. I finally saw that beautiful cock fully hard and couldn’t wait to get undressed and make a grab for it. His hand touched my cock and took a hold of it. I snuggled closer and felt for his balls. He pulled our bodies full onto his bed and spread his thighs. I again felt his balls, then took hold of his shaft. It was everything I had imagined would be. It was big around, smooth, long, and soft-skinned. I slowly jacked it in my hand, feeling the wonder of the moment and thinking what a wonderful first time this was gonna be. Andreas’ hand touch my cock and took hold of it. I snuggled closer. He let go of my cock and put his arms around me to pull me to him, made me feel as we were one. My hand was trembling as I ran my fingers up the crack of Andreas’ butt and rubbed his pucker. I could feel his hips jerk, and I remembered how often I had fantasized about a moment like this. I slid my hands down, and as I lowered my body, my legs straddled his legs. “I want to suck your cock,” I whispered. He pulled me on top of him and forced his tongue into my mouth, then whispered “Ich bin verrückt auf dich!” – “I’m crazy about you!” He gently pushed me back down, and continued saying “Go for it!!!” It was the first time I heard him said something in English. I began a journey down that long shaft that took five minutes to stretch my throat enough for me to take all of him. I felt the wiry pubes rubbing against my lips. “Wunderbar,” he muttered softly, and I felt his thick shaft pull back, then push into my wide-open mouth again and again. I moaned, hardly able to breath with the invading flesh stretching my throat, but knew that my ultimate fantasy was coming true. I had deep-throated his cock for over five minutes, and then I almost choked on a gusher of cum that tasted as good as I had imagined in my wildest fantasies. “Jetzt will ich dich blasen!” – “Now I want to suck you!” he said, and he made me roll over, so he could get on top of me. First he kissed me on my neck, before he turned to my cock, opened his mouth and began to gently lick my nuts as he played with my dick. I moaned as he took one ball, then the other, then both into his mouth and started to pull down. He stroked faster, sucking and pulling on my nuts. I reached down and put my hands on his head. “Suck me, Andy, suck me. Let me see you deep-throat me.” I couldn’t believe I was saying that. That was the first time ever I’d said anything like that. At the same time it felt so good to use those words. He smiled at me, before he slowly licked my shaft up and down, moving his hand over the slick head. He let his mouth and teeth tease me, slowly moving up until he was right over the head of my cock. He looked at me in my eyes and opened as wide as he could. He could barely fit my thing in his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down. I filled him up, and he relaxed, letting the big head go further down his throat. When he had it as deep as he could, he realized his hands were still able to fit on the shaft. He moved his mouth and hands in unison up and down. The whole head and shaft were wet. He now started playing with my nuts with one hand and jacked me off with the other, his mouth sucking hard as I continued to moan and groan. My body began to tense. He now felt my hands holding his head down as my whole body went taut. “Ooooh, suck me hard,” I cried. “I’m gonna come.” My hips bucked as he tasted the first bit of cum. He couldn’t get enough. Harder and harder he sucked, as I pumped my load into his wet mouth. His mouth filled with my cum, and it dripped out and down my shaft and his cheeks as I cried out louder and louder. After what seemed like an hour, I went limp and he relaxed. He sucked me for another minute, and he licked the cum off my shaft that had drooled out of his mouth. I looked up and Andreas had his eyes closed, but he was smiling. His cock was still rock hard. “Das war so geil!” – “That was really good!” he said. “Doch, ich will mehr… Kann ich dir ficken?” He wanted to fuck me. That’s what I’d been dreaming of since the first time I realized I liked boys. This was gonna be a night I would never forget. “Beug dich über!” – “Bend over!” he ordered me, and I did as he told me. “Ich mag dich wirklich gern!” – “You’re really nice!” he almost moaned in my ear. I just wished I could keep him forever. Andreas played with my ass, spreading my cheeks and gently pushing a finger inside me, then two. He pulled my cock down between my legs and began to milk it. He didn’t have to wait too long. “Please fuck me now,” I begged him, and then I felt his hands spreading my cheeks, and looked around as he squeezed some lube on my hole. I watched his cock moving closer, then felt it as the head pushed against me. His hips rocked back and forth as he gently pushed a little more each time. Before he got it in all the way, my virgin ass felt a terrible pain, but I wanted him to do this, and I bit my teeth hard together. I wanted to scream, and it took me a good five minutes before I relaxed enough. My muscles tensed as I felt the head of his cock slip into my ass. He moved up onto the edge of the bed and began to push. I could feel his cock as it slid deeper into me. In and out he pushed, going deeper with each stroke. It took another minute and I felt his nuts begin to slap against my cock and balls. He was gentle and I could now feel his groin against my ass. He pulled out slowly as I felt his cock pop out of my ass, then pushed it all the way to the hilt. It felt so good I wanted to cry. He slapped my ass gently and continued to fuck me. I moaned, and pushed my ass against him with each thrust he made. If I wasn’t in Heaven, I had to be close. “Andy, please let me turn over, so I can watch you fuck me,” I begged him. He didn’t answer, just felt his cock withdraw, and he took hold of my leg and flipped me over. Raising my legs and putting them over his shoulders, I felt his cock easily slip into me as he once again began to fuck me. He held my legs against his body and reached down, taking my cock in his hand, and started to stroke it hard and fast. I was so hot that I knew I couldn’t hold out too long. He teased me, bringing me to the brink of coming, then he squeezed my cockhead hard. I held back and only a little cum oozed out, but this was a great lube. He fucked me deep and slow as his hand gripped my cock and beat it. “Yes, Andy. Do it like that, make me come. Beat it hard and fast… squeeze me… make me come.” He pulled my legs and ass up higher, so if he was gonna make me shoot all over my face. I watched as the first spurt arched from my cock. I opened my mouth and he aimed carefully. Before tonight, I hadn’t come in days, so I had a full load, thick and juicy. Shot after shot went into my mouth as I licked and sucked it down. Andreas kept banging my ass hard, announcing to me that he was coming. “Ich komme…! Ich komme…!” I tightened my asscheeks. I could feel his big cock throbbing as he shot his load in my ass. Each time that big dick shot, I thought I would die. It felt so great. When he finished coming, he pulled his cock out and fell onto the bed. We both lay there, breathing like we had been running several miles. Andreas kissed me on my lips before we both fell asleep. * * * * * This was the beginning of the vacation that changed my life. I spent every hour of my vacation with Andreas, and when it was over we both shared some tears. But we stayed in touch. A few months later he came to my place and stayed with me for a whole month, and now I’m saving up money to go see him. What we are doing together? Well, that’s a story I can share with you some other time.