Gay Erotic Stories

It was mid August of the year that I turned 18. I had graduated from high school in the spring and was just waiting to start college in the fall. In May of that year, a black family had moved into the house next door, and I knew from talking with them that they had a 20 year old son, Eric, who was a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne. The day Eric came home on leave for two weeks was the day that changed my life forever.

Shortly after he arrived, his parents brought Eric to our house and introduced him to my parents and me. When I saw him, I was mesmerized. He was coal black and with a muscular, perfectly proportioned body. One of the most masculine looking guys I had ever seen. He shook my hand warmly and smiled exposing a perfect set of gleaming white teeth. I was having a difficult time not to stare at him, and I felt a pleasant warm glow rising from the pit of my stomach.

The next few days, I spent a lot of time trying to get a glimpse of Eric. It gave me a very good feeling just to look at him and watch him move. I tried not to be to obvious, but I was sure that several times he knew that I was watching him. Three days after I was introduced to him, on a Saturday morning I was in our driveway making some minor repairs on my bike. It was very warm and I was wearing only a pair of shorts and my old sneakers.

My parents had left early in the morning and would be away for the weekend. I was searching through my tools looking for the right sized wrench when Eric's parents left in their car. I watched carefully to see if Eric might be with them. He wasn't. I wondered if he might have already gone off somewhere, and was thinking it could be a long weekend. Just then, Eric came out of his house and stood on the porch watching me. He was wearing his paratrooper pants and jump boots, and naked to the waist. The warm glow in the pit of my stomach was rapidly turning into a raging fire. He lit a cigarette and walked slowly to the side door of his garage. He opened the door slowly, turned and smiled at me, then went inside leaving the door open.

I could not control my emotions, and did not even try. That open door was drawing me like a magnet. Was Eric having the same feelings I was having? I thought that was too much to hope for, but I was going to find out. I walked over and stepped inside the garage. If I was wrong about his intentions, I could just say I came over to say hello. Eric was standing at the opposite end of the garage smoking his cigarette. Neither of us said anything, and I just stood there my eyes glued to him. He smiled again, then slowly walked over to where I was standing, his gleaming boots thudding softly on the concrete floor. He stood directly in front of me, still not saying anything and I was beside myself with anticipation.

Could my fantasies of the past few days actually be going to happen? I did not know what he was going to do, but I knew what I very much wanted him to do. He took a long drag on his cigarette, and then reached out with his left hand cupping it behind my head pulling me toward him. Our lips met and he pushed his tongue into my mouth letting the smoke into my mouth which was a terrific turn on. He held me like that for a few moments, his tongue probing and my whole body was responding. I could feel my cock getting stiffer by the second. Still holding my head, he dropped his cigarette butt on the floor and stepped on it with his boot. I was looking directly into his eyes, but I could see he was unbuttoning his fly with his right hand. He fished his cock through the opening, and pulled my head forward so I could see him holding his cock in his hand. I almost came just looking at his cock. It was like the rest of him, perfectly proportioned just like I had imagined it would be. "You really want that, don't you Josh!" It was a statement, not a question and he was right, I did want it. I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I was pretty choked up, but I managed to grunt, "yeah."

Eric moved behind me, reached around and undid my shorts letting them fall to the floor. He put his right arm around me holding me close to him, and began to lick and nibble my neck and ears. That, and his hot breath on me, was sending currents of fire through my entire body. If he had his arm around me in case I might try to get away, he had nothing to worry about. I was rooted to the spot. Nothing could have induced me to move. After a short time, Eric was spitting saliva into his left hand and using it to lubricate his cock. I knew what was coming, and the anticipation was almost more than I could stand. I had fantasized about this so much, and now it was really happening. He tightened his hold on me and I felt his hard cock pressing tight against my ass. "I am not going to hurt you, just relax" he whispered in my ear.

I did relax and surrendered myself completely to him. He pressed against me until his cock head penetrated and it made me gasp. He stopped pushing then, and began to lick and suck my neck and ears again. Slowly then, he began pushing against me all the time whispering that he would not hurt me and that it was gonna feel real good. There was some pain, but the joy that I was feeling completely overwhelmed any pain. When He had completely penetrated me, he reached around and began to stroke my cock and was still licking and sucking my neck and ears. That was the defining moment of my life. At that moment, I knew who I was and I knew what I wanted from my life. In all my fantasizing, I had never imagined how beautiful it could be.

Eric began to fuck me, very slowly. God it was so good. His big black cock pushing in, pulling back and all the time he was holding me tight, his hot breath on my neck and his tongue licking and probing my ears. I was ecstatic. I had given myself completely and totally to him and I wanted this to go on forever. But we were both so hot, and I knew neither of us could hold out for long. Eric was grunting and moaning softly and fucking me harder, trying to drive his cock in deeper with each thrust. Then he began to stroke my cock in rhythm with his own and I was also moaning, almost crying with the pleasure that was overwhelming me. Then he made a hard deep thrust, held me really tight against his body, and cried out "I'm coming" and I felt the contractions in his cock shooting me full of his hot man cum. My own cock exploded and shot a stream of cum across the garage floor. I had been masturbating since I was 12 or 14, but I had never felt anything so intense, so soul wrenching, and so beautiful. I knew I was hooked, I knew I wanted to do that over and over again.

Eric held me close in his arms and kissed me hard for a long time. Finally he said, "and I thought this leave might be a boring time for me!" Afterwards, we sat out on our patio and drank a couple of beers I liberated from my Dad's cache. I was still giddy from what had happened and I still found it difficult to keep my eyes off Eric. I guess it was pretty obvious and he finally said; "damn Josh, if you keep looking at me like that, I am going to fuck you again!" That caused me to have a near instantaneous erection, and he saw the bulge in my shorts and started laughing. I was not embarrassed, I knew I wanted that again and he knew it. I asked him to come up to my room which he did without any hesitation. Then I fulfilled another of my most secret fantasies. I asked him to lay on my bed, and I unbuttoned his fly, pulled out that beautiful black cock, which was now fully at attention, and began to suck It. He began to grunt and moan with pleasure and used both hands on my head to control me. It was not very long before he started gasping and moaning louder and I could feel his cock spasm and felt his hot cum flooding into my throat. I did not want to stop, and did not stop. I kept sucking and swallowing until the spasms stopped, and he finally removed his hands.

I lay on the bed beside him for a while, my cock still erect and aching. I was thinking how good it had felt when he fucked me, when he reached over and put his hand on my cock. It was like an electric shock, and gasped and my body jerked involuntarily. "You really want it again, don't you" he said. Again, it was a comment, not a question. I said nothing but just grinned at him. He got between my legs and fucked me again. This time, it was long and slow and he was making it last as long as possible. It could not be too long for me. I was ecstatic. I could not imagine anything could be so beautiful. I really did not want him to ever stop.

We made love every chance we got the two weeks he was there, and I was in love. I had never felt this way about anyone in my life before, and I could not get enough of him. The day he left to return to camp was a very sad day for me. I cried and moped around all the rest of the day. We never saw each other again. He was back with the paratroopers, and I went away to college a few weeks later. But I never forgot him, and still love him to this day.