Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game By Nathan Harvey We had heard all the jokes about twins all our lives and we’d gotten used to them. That was our penalty of being identical twins. Looking at my brother was like looking in a mirror and I liked what I saw. Before we even had memories we had been dressed alike, shared the same room and even the same bed. It was hard to even think of being separated from my twin--I was not complete without him. When he was happy I was happy, when he hurt I hurt. It was like we in some ways were the same person having the same feelings. When we learned to walk it was holding on to each other, when we talked it was to each other. Once they tried to separate us and we cried until finally they were forced to put us together. At night we would lay in each other’s arms when we slept. As we got older the both of us tried smoking together, when we discovered the joys of masturbation it was together and when we discovered sex it was together. By the time we were eighteen and in High School my brother had become my lover. Oh we dated and all that for experience, but Harvey was the man I loved. I supposed it more than just a bit narcissistic but never the less we were lovers. It was in college that he hit upon this game. Me (Harry) would be the gay twin and Harvey would be the straight one. In this way we could have both worlds. After all how difficult would it be fucking a woman--just pretend she’s a man. It took a couple of weeks to develop our plan, but it was ingenious. A quick trip to the drama department we had a supply of small fake scars. Harvey and I had decided I would be the one to wear the scar so everyone could tell which twin was the gay one and which twin was the straight one. It was no problem to put our plan into action. As twins we always drew a lot of attention where ever we went, so it was just a matter of a few comments, a word there and there and a few effeminate gestures and we were launched as the odd couple. At once the rumors we had seeded spread like wildfire all over campus. Then I began showing up in all our classes with this small bandage on my face. In a few weeks when it came off I was wearing my paste on scar. Now everyone knew could tell for sure which twin was the fagot and which one was straight one. I soon found that I had a lot of hunky studs making eyes at me and wanting a piece of me. As for Harvey, he was beginning to show up around the campus with one hot girl after another, a girl usually hanging on his arm. We were having a ball. Both of us now had the freedom of gay life and also the freedom of the heterosexual world. Every few days we would change off to keep this game of ours interesting, with no one the wiser. The thing we had to be most careful about changing places was telling each other all the really personal details of our foreplay. Sometimes if we left something really important out, it really began getting exciting and we had to wing it. Hell we both were into this and it was no great to play it by ear. We managed to keep this charade up until our fourth year. By now we had this scrapbook of whom we had fucked. It wasn’t all that amazing that there were actually more boys in our scrapbook than girls. We found it was far easer to get into a guy’s pants than the girls. Then the guys never told. We thought it was perhaps due to the fact that those macho bastards were afraid to let anyone know a man had fucked them. We were careful, we never forced anyone—the first rule of the game was to get them to ask for it. We had both decided on seeing if we could make it with this one chick. Helen was the hottest thing on campus and therefore the most sought after. She was probably the only female virgin in school. That night it was my turn to be Harvey and make my move on Helen. Now most of the guys would die to get into her pants, but Harry and I soon owned all the fucking rights to this chick. I had discovered quite by accident on that first date how to take control of her. We were doing that tongue thing that girls like so much. When I had her hotter than a twenty dollar whore, I had my hand up her cunt finger fucking her when she started to protest, saying good girls didn’t do that kind of thing. As she pushed my hand away from her, I raised my fingers to my mouth and began licking them clean, saying I sure would like a second helping. Giggling she told me I was terrible. I might have been terrible, but still she began sliding her panties down for me. Moving to the floor of the car and spreading her legs I told her I was going to show her how to have sex they way the gay boys did it. Sitting there in rapture as my tongue found her sweet spot I began licking and sucking around her cunt. Then plunging my tongue deep inside her and beginning to gently fuck her with my tongue, I suddenly felt her hands on my head and she began thrusting her hips forward. Suddenly I was lapping up her love juices as she thrashed around in the seat, moaning in ecstasy. God I though if she could have only been a man. Throwing her head back, she began begging me to show her how the straight boys did it. Thinking wait until I get to tell Harvey I did it--that this was my point. Sliding out of my jeans and working myself up I had to get it off in her for my point to count. Then as my cock slid into her quivering cunt, I knew she was cherry. I really was getting no joy from deflowering her. I had to wonder how she would feel if she knew I was pretending I was fucking a man. From that day on Harvey and I had free reign to the gates of hell and we both began to be very sorry about this dating girls thing--we had lost interest in the fairer sex. Not long after that Helen had invited me (or I should say me playing Harvey) to dinner to meet William, her brother. After seeing him I no longer wanted to play this game. They were also twins and he had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid my eyes on, but by playing this role, there was nothing else I could do. It was after dinner and I said I had to get back to my dorm, that I had a heavy exam coming up. Standing, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I was in heat and not for Helen’s cunt. As I stood I told her what a wonderful time I had had, and that I would call her. William stood saying if I didn’t mind, could I give him a ride to his place. Not knowing what to say, he went on telling me it was right on the way and should be no trouble at all. As we walked to the car he smiled saying he’d heard I had a fagot twin that looked just like me. Nodding I said yes, Harry. The only way anyone could tell us apart was by a little scar Harry had on his face. Then he said, “It’s true what they say, he’s the gay one and you’re the straight one right Harvey?” Feeling a little uncomfortable as we got into the car, he gave me the directions as we went. On the drive over I offered to introduce him to Harry my twin if he wanted me to, saying Harry liked big masculine jocks like him. Pulling up in front of his condo, he looked over saying he wanted be to come up for a second, he had something he wanted to show me. Not knowing what else I could do, I said “Sure, anything for Helen’s brother.” Sliding out of the car and following him into the lobby, he said his place was on the second floor--more privacy that way. Giving me a wink he said, “And we guys need that little bit of privacy don’t we buddy?” As soon as we were inside, I was thunder struck at the place. It looked like a damn men’s club with the leather furniture and wood. He told me to have a seat, that he would be out in a second. I could only assume that he was going to the bathroom to take a leak. Sitting down I heard him calling out from the bathroom telling me to mix us something to drink. Going to the bar I called out, “You got the fixings for Martinis?” Calling back he said to check the bar fridge for olives--everything should be there, but make his on the rocks.” Carrying the drinks over to the sofa I was stunned when he came out of the bedroom in only this flimsy silk robe. From the way it clung to him, what he was showing was unreal. He was hung like some damn animal. Picking up his glass saying, “From what sis tells me you’re quite a fuckin’ stud.” Thinking it was just between two men, I said she was quite a girl and real easy on the eyes. Standing then and throwing his drink in my face he called me a fucking bastard. Screaming out, he said that I had ruined his sister and now I was going to pay. By now the fury in his voice terrified me, I was sure he was going to kill me. Then he said, “Any son-of-a-bitch that would eat a broad’s hole will down on a pole”. Throwing his robe down he had me by the head while hissing, “Eat THIS you fifthly bastard!” Staring at that huge cum dripping cock he must have thought my shivering was from fright, but it was because I was so hot to get my lips that loaf of meat. Trying to keep my cool and act like he was forcing me, I was now having the time of my life. William was either so hot or so mad he was pumping his load into me in seconds. Still in that blind rage, he half lifted, half drug me to the bedroom tearing my clothes off of me. Oh God I though he’ going to fuck me. I was naked and ready, but he was so hot now he wasn’t even paying any attention to me. He was in heat now and he wanted a fuck--and any hole would do. Shoving me up on the bed, he had my legs wide open and he crawled up and hung them over his shoulders. Lunging forward and sinking his cock dry cock into me, I let out this bloody scream from the pain. I was no virgin, but him going in dry with that weapon hurt like hell! And I was seeing stars. Thinking he was punishing me, he pummeled my ass. As I began relaxing, I began doing my thing with my ass. Slowly, he began to enjoy those erotic sensations that come from fucking a hot, willing ass. His face began loosing that cold look of hatred and as he relaxed the unbridled look of lust swept over him. Working my ass to keep him going as long as possible, I was hell bent on giving him the best fuck of his life. Now he had begun to pretend that the first time and then the second time and even the third time was all to punish me, but he and I both new he liked my ass. It was almost dawn when my stallion finished fucking me. He crawled out of bed and told me to get dressed and get my ass out of there. He also said that if I ever touched his sister again, he would kill me. He just stood there naked watching me dressing, and when our eyes met, he and I both knew he’d lost it--he was hooked. William had never had such a good fuck in his life as this one. He belonged to me now and he knew it. As I headed to the car, I began planning on how to tell Harvey the game was over,--I had found me a keeper! He was still up when I got in and he was eager to hear all about it. When I told him I had someone I wanted for myself and to keep his hands off of him, for the first time in our lives we had a knock down, drag out fight. I told him I was tired of playing straight--I was gay and I’d found someone I wanted to keep around for a while. Laughing as he held a cold towel on his eye he sneered asking, “But does he want you and will he ever forgive you after you fucked his sister?” Storming out of the room, I said I was going for a long walk that I had to think. Slamming the door, I just wanted to go somewhere and cry. This was the first real fight we’d ever had and it was over some stupid man, but for the first time in my life--I wanted to be me. I must have walked for hours and when I came back to the room, I was surprised--Harvey was gone. Looking out into the parking lot I saw he had our car. I wondered where he could be at this hour. Harvey always left me a note when he went somewhere. He knew damn well I wouldn’t stay mad and I would come back and we would kiss and make up. No guy was going to break us up. We were a matched set--he was my lover. Seeing the answering machine blinking, I knew it had taken some calls. Hitting the replay, I listened to the queue. Most of the messages were old stuff, but the last message was from William. His voice sounded a little embarrassed as he said he wanted to talk to me. Then after a long pause he said, “ Shit man, I’ve never had a piece of ass like you Harvey, can you get your gay brother to come up tonight?” When I heard Harvey’s voice telling him that Harry would be glad to come over and what was the address again? He would give it to his brother, he’d had forgotten where I lived. Laughing William said, “I guess you were in a little bit of a shock me raping you like that”. Now I was livid! Games were one thing--but this was MY man. Grabbing a scar and putting it on, I called a cab. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I wasn’t going to get cheated out of my fuck tonight. Crawling into the cab and giving him the address, I wondered how I could do this. How could I confront Harvey and William and tell him it was me he fucked and I wanted him to fuck me again. As the cab pulled up in front of his building, I could see William standing on his balcony and he was with Harvey. Damn him! I thought they can’t have gotten it off yet. Ringing the buzzer, when William answered, I said I had a package to deliver. After getting buzzed in, I was at his door in seconds. When he opened the door he was clutching his robe and then he saw the scar. Stepping back I could see Harvey and he was standing there naked with one of our scars on his cheek. Suddenly he was asking which of the two of us was the fagot. About then Harvey said, “I am”. Moving up I said, I was. As he watched me, I began stripping saying, “I was the one you fucked that night!” Laughing he said, “You mean you both want me to fuck you?” I looked at Harvey—I knew we then had the same thought. With him in the middle we began licking and sucking, Harvey taking the top and the nipples and me the balls and asshole. Moving in opposite directions, each of us worked our way to the other end. Harvey and I had shared men before in three ways, but never a straight one. We both knew we had him on the edge and we moved in for the kill. We had this plan--divide and conquer. As Harvey slid between William’s legs and began sucking his cock, I moved up on his chest and began working his nipples. A little nibble here, a little sucking there--you know the way-- from one tit to the other. When we had him writhing and twisting in exquisite pain, Harvey would begin working his asshole with one finger then two and finally three, stretching he hell out of his ass. When he began complaining, I moved up on him and began working his mouth with my tongue. To say we were Frenching would be an understatement--it was more like I was fucking his mouth with my tongue. When I had him really going, I began sucking the air out of his lungs. When he was gasping for air, I had the poppers there under his nose. With a few quick whiffs--we owned him! That was when Harvey and I gave him our double whammy. Harvey started begging him to fuck us, and when William mounted him, I slid in back of him. By now he was so crazy with lust he jammed his cock into Harvey’s waiting asshole. When he mounted Harvey I planted my cockhead at the tip of his ass. Then as he began pulling out of Harvey, he was driving my cock into his ass. Ever so slowly as he began his pumping action fucking Harvey, he was fucking himself on my cock. Now he really was loosing it, and finally in this sexual frenzy he was osculating between the two of us--getting as good as he was giving. When we all shot our loads we collapsed in this triple-decker sex sandwich. Half groaning, half laughing he said, “Poor Helen didn’t stand a chance with you two bastards!” I pulled out of William’s ass and told him it was my turn to be in the middle. What could we say. For starters we stayed the weekend. We taught William everything we knew about sex between men. We never did see Helen again. William came up with some kind of story for us. We did however finish the rest of our year with him as our joint lover. Since then we have moved on with our respective lives, but we still keep a close relationship with William. Harvey and I had decided that nothing, or no one would ever come between us again--unless it was in a sex sandwich. Comments to Harveynate@AOL.com