Gay Erotic Stories

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A number of weeks had gone by since I was forced to suck that Latino thug’s cock. I was more or less recuperated from the trauma of it, except for an occasional nightmare that I woke up out of with a thumping heart and a wad of semen in my boxers.

I couldn’t keep him out of my masturbation fantasies either – I would start off imagining that I was with a girl, and then as I got hornier and hornier, he would enter the picture. He would be standing and she would be kneeling in front of him. And then it would be me in front of him in that grungy bathroom, doing it to him. And then I would cum.

I started driving through the barrio again. I couldn’t help it. I had to look at the guys on the basketball court. Sometimes I would be treated to a glimpse of a brown guy with his shirt off and feel a rush like a shot of dope or some thing. It was crazy. Sometimes they would turn and look as I drove by. I kept my windows up, doors locked, and never stopped.

One Saturday, though, I controlled my obsession and did not go to the barrio. Instead, I went to an electronics store to buy a component for my computer. I was looking at processors when a clerk came up to help me. He was black, tall and handsome. I felt that rush of hormones come over me again. I focused on the electronics instead of him to let my heartbeat come back to normal. He helped me choose a good one for my computer. I did not look him in the face again until I had made my selection.

“Thank you,” I said, turning to leave.

“Thank you,” he said, and then, “I haven’t seen you at the basket-ball court lately.”

I whirled around and finally recognized him. It was the young man with his shirt off who sunk the basket as I was driving by! He was the reason I stopped there! My mouth must have fallen open in disbelief. He was so far from my stereotypical idea of a barrio boy – neatly dressed, professional, a computer expert! I couldn’t believe it!

“Well, I’m not going there anymore, I said.”

“Alvarez gave you some shit, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did. I guess he told you all about it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t believe anything he says.”

“What did he say?”

“He said that you gave him twenty dollars to suck his dick.”

“That’s not exactly the way it happened.”

“I didn’t think so. What really happened?”

“He stole twenty dollars out of my wallet and then made me suck him. I never wanted to suck his dick. I’m not gay.”

“Sounds like Alvarez. He gets off on forcing people to take his cock. He was in jail for that -- raping some woman, probably a bunch of them, really, before he was caught. I met him there.”

“You were in jail? What for?”

“Never mind – that’s past history. Anyway, he’s bad shit. Even in jail he was raping.”

“In jail?”

“Yeah, weaker prisoners. He liked to turn them out.”

“Turn them out?”

“Yeah. Make them into girls, sort of. There’s a lot of brothas in jail. And not enough queens to go around. Their favorite kind are small white guys -- blond and young like you. Anyway, I’m not like him. I don’t rape nobody – my dick’s for lovin’, not hurtin’.”

“I didn’t realize that that kind of stuff went on in jails.”

“Yeah. Well what do you expect? All of them brothas locked up without any women?” It’s gotta happen! You get hornier than shit so you get it where you can.”

“You too?”

“Yeah, me too. But I don’t make nobody do it if he don’t want to. I’d only do it with the punks that were already used to it. I’d give them a few cigarettes and they’d suck me off.”

“I guess that now that you are out you don’t need that any more.”

“No, I got pussy to fuck now. But I sure could use a good blowjob.”

He looked down at his crotch and I saw him rub the length of a long bulge. He looked me in the eyes and said, “I get off at 7:00.”

I left the store confused and upset, drove home and turned on the TV. I tried not to think of the black dude. I knew what he was offering me but I just couldn’t do it. Let him find a fag for that, I thought. Damn! Why does he have to be so good looking? I got out a porno magazine, stripped and started playing with myself while I concentrated on the pictures of the naked women. But he kept entering my imagination, getting sucked by the women. And then it was me who had his black cock in the mouth!

Shit! I threw the magazine down. I was sick of this imagination crap. There’s only one way to get this gay shit out of my mind, I thought. I’ve got to actually do it! Maybe another bad experience will cure me, I thought.

I drove back to the store. It was 7:15 when I arrived. I drove around the store – he was gone already. I headed back toward the house feeling incredibly disappointed. And then I saw him at the bus stop. I pulled up just before the bus did, and he got in.

“Ready for some black dick?” he asked me. “I knew you wanted it.”

“How? Do I look gay?”

“No. But I could see it in your eyes. Where do you want to do it?”

I thought about it a minute. I couldn’t take him to my house – I didn’t want him to know where I lived.

“We could go over to my place.” he offered. “My mom works at night.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Hey, man, it’s cool. You gotta trust me – I ain’t like Alvarez! Just because I got dark skin like him and live in the PJ’s don’t mean we’re the same. Come on, let’s go – you can suck me there.”

I drove along thinking about it. I wanted it so bad my mouth was watering.

“Man!” he said, “it’s hotter than shit.” He took off his tie, and then his shirt.

He was sitting half-naked right beside me! My heart started beating so furiously, I felt like I might faint. I pulled into a convenience store to keep from having a wreck.

“Do you want anything?” I asked.

“Yeah, how about a six-pack of beers? And some chips.”

I went in the store and got the stuff. Then I thought, “Fuck! I left the keys in the car!” I looked out. He was just sitting there – a beautiful, half-naked black guy sitting in my car.

We started down the road again. He popped open a beer (illegal in this state). Then he took my hand and placed it on the bare skin of his chest. I started feeling his chest, letting my hand slide over the smooth, dark skin.

“So how long you’ve been sucking cocks?” he asked.

“I haven’t. Alvarez was the only one, and he made me do it.” I was so nervous I could hardly talk.

“So you’ve never sucked a n-----‘s dick, huh? But you’ve wanted to, right?”

I didn’t answer. I was feeling his pecs and shoulders. He was lean but nicely muscled without being bulky. It was wonderful to be able to run my hand over the smooth muscles of this handsome twenty-year-old black youth.

“Turn right here,” he said. We entered the ghetto.

His chest was completely smooth but I found a little hair around his belly button. His stomach was flat and nicely rippled with muscles.

“Yeah, you’re going to like it. I’ve been told that I’m a good suck.”

We pulled up to a light. He started rapping with a young man in the car beside us about some chick. I could barely understand their ghetto talk. I let my hand slide down and found a long piece of meat hanging down his left pants leg. He kept jiving with the other dude like nothing was happening. He opened up his legs, though, to let me get a good feel. It was swelling in my hand.

We pulled into the projects and he showed me where to park. There were lots of kids running around, playing and yelling. Several old folks were sitting outside, chatting in the cool evening air. Everybody was black or brown. There was a group of loitering teenagers smoking cigarettes. They looked at us.

“Don’t worry about them – they won’t give you no shit as long as you’re with me.”

We got out. The kids stopped playing and stared at me. Everybody looked our way. I felt conspicuous in my whiteness.

“Hey, Lionel,” yelled one of the teenagers. You still got my Zap Mama CD? I want it back.”

“Okay,” yelled Lionel, “you return my CD’s and I’ll give it to you.”

“I ain’t got none of your CD’s!”

“Bull shit! You took them last time you came over!”

The kid grinned and shut up.

We went into the apartment. Everything looked pretty cheap but nice. Mama must be a pretty good housekeeper. Lionel took me into a bedroom, a typical teenage bedroom with stuff scattered all over. A teenage kid was slouched on one of the twin beds with headphones on.

“Terrance, leave us alone for a while. We need some privacy.”

Terrance looked at me and grinned. “Can I watch?”

“Get your little butt out of here and go do your homework or you’ll never get out of kindygarden!”

Terrance left, giving us a knowing smirk. Lionel blocked the door with a chair.

“You want me to get naked?”

I nodded, too excited to speak.

“Sit down there on my bed. Make yourself comfortable.”

Lionel took off his shoes and socks. He pulled down his pants. I could see the long bulge in his boxer shorts, hanging down his left leg.

“Open yourself up a beer. Open one for me too. Just relax – we have plenty of time.”

I sat on the bed and stared as Lionel slowly pulled down his boxers. The thick, curly black bush of his pubes appeared and then the black shaft of his penis came into view. I watched mesmerized, as inch after inch was revealed to me. At last, he pulled the band of his boxers over the ridge of his dick-head and let me see the whole thing. He was uncut, the wrinkled foreskin covering, but not obscuring, the form of his glans.

“Do you like it?”

I nodded yes.

“Sorry, it ain’t too big.”

“Looks plenty big enough to me,” I stammered.

“You should see some of my brothas in jail. Want to listen to some music?”

Leonel put a CD in the boom box. When he turned, I saw the most beautiful butt that I had ever seen--a strong, muscular, basketball player’s butt. His long penis swung from side to side as he moved. It looked like a long, black, flexible snake. It was so black that it contrasted nicely with the dark brown of his body.

Terrance started banging on the door. “Lionel, I need my geometry book!”

Lionel opened the door. “Where is it?”

“Right there on the bed,” he said. He looked at his brother’s nakedness and then at me, fully clothed on the bed. He winked.

Lionel gave him the book. “Now go away and leave us alone or I’ll kick your butt.”

Lionel blocked the door with the chair again. “Do you want me to take a shower first? Some guys like it better if you don’t. They say it’s better to have its natural flavors.”

He came over and stood right in front of me. “Here, smell it. Is it okay?”

I leaned forward and got about an inch away from the end of Lionel’s cock with my nose. I took in the manly aroma of young, black dick. I can’t describe it to you – you have to try it yourself – but it had a faint odor of urine, sweat and something else, some mysterious scent that made me excited,, Alvarez had it too but his was gross. Lionel’s cock aroma smelled wholesome. My heart was pounding with desire.

“Here, I want to show you something,” turning and reaching for his pants. He took out a folded piece of paper from his wallet.

“I just got this from the clinic – lab results. Janice made me get tested.”

I looked at it. Negative on all STD’s.

“I’ve got grade A cream for you,” Lionel grinned.

The phone rang. Lionel answered it, and then sat on the bed. “Hi, baby. Yeah I’ve missed you too. Tonight? No, I can’t – I’m busy. Ah, come on honey, don’t imagine that shit. You know you’re the only girl for me.”

Lionel lied back on the bed, one leg up on the bed, crotch facing me. I could not resist feeling his strong legs and thighs. His legs were hairy with curious, kinky black curls. He opened his thighs and I took that as permission to feel higher. You could not believe how exciting it was for me. I have looked at many images of naked black guys on my computer, and they turn me on tremendously. But this was the real thing, real skin, real flesh--a real man! And he was letting me feel him all over!

“Yeah, baby, you’ve got the sweetest pussy – why would I need another? No, don’t take it like that – I don’t just love you for your pussy. I love you for those perky tits, your cute face, your soft lips. Umm, I’d like to be kissing them right now.”

Lionel’s cock was swelling up while he talked to his girl. I put my hand around it and felt his heart beat as it swelled more.

“Why not? I told you, honey. I’m busy. There’s this guy from work helping me fix my computer. Tomorrow night, okay? I’ll start by kissing those pretty lips and then those you have down below. Then I’m going to eat you out so good you’re going to be begging for my meat. Sounds good?”

Lionel’s dark-pink cock head was sliding out of the foreskin. I was amazed how it worked (I have a cut dick). I found that by gripping his shaft in the middle and sliding my hand back and forth, the foreskin covered and uncovered the glans. The skin of the glans was smooth and shiny, wet with some kind of excretion from under the foreskin. A clear liquid was oozing out of the pee-slit.

“Hey, baby, when are you going to want to try the other thing on me. You know, give me some lovin’ with your mouth lips where I need it most? Come on, honey, don’t get mad – if you don’t want to, I understand. See you tomorrow, then? Okay, bye, bye – love you too.”

Lionel hung up the phone. He reached over and turned off the light. The CD ran out and it was quiet in the room. He gasped when my lips first went around his cock, and then there were only slurping sounds, with an occasional, ahh or umm, as I did for him what his girlfriend wouldn’t do.

When I left the apartment, the group of teenagers saw me. Terrance was with them – I’m sure he had told them what was happening. They grinned. One rubbed his crotch in a lewd way. I drove home, feeling fine, savoring and swallowing little by little the delicious Grade A cream that that beautiful, young, black youth had squirted in my mouth. .............

To be continued …