Gay Erotic Stories

They used to call me Snowstorm, the ones who raised me. Later, the Sun Goddess herself gave me a real name, Kael. Destined to rule the dragons of this world, she said. I have always had silvery pale hair, and women whom I've met had never known whether to drool for my adorable face or reject me for my hair. I am a rash person, trained to fight. But Sigurdur! He was the Prince of Drakegaard, the former province of my homeland, Quismorn. I was totally opposite to him; he was noble, calm by nature. If he was like the Sun, I was like the moon. He had long wheat-blonde hair and ice-blue eyes, he was taller and older, yet I was more muscular and a better swordsman. During that year I spent in his father's fortress, we became only very good friends; I was never even envious. Then, disaster came. The world had been driven to flames, and we had to escape the fortress at the heart of winter. The lands were destroyed and conquered by the forces of the underworld, black wyverns and demons. Cities we found were in chaos, and so were our minds. We remained friends, but as we learned to know each other, things began to change gradually. We had just arrived into the ruins of a destroyed village, my village. I could not weep for my dead family; the pain I felt turned my heart into ice, freezing my soul. I thought I was there, alone with my hate and desire for revenge, but then the Sun came to my side. Sigurdur took me in his arms, and when I wanted to run off, he suddenly came very close, I felt his breath on my face, and our cold, frozen lips met each other. I was shocked after I understood what he had done and what I had felt during it, so I rejected him at first, not wanting him to think I was weak. No, I was upset, angered for such actions. I knew I could punch him hard enough to get him unconscious, but instead I wrestled him to the ground, ready to punch at his face in my rage. I was just pulling my fist for the hit, when he stared at me with his sharp, icy eyes. I let my hand fall, when I noticed I was sitting on him. I was startled when I felt his cock through his pants. But he grinned and grabbed my hand, uneager to let go of it. There he was, smiling at me shrewdly but gently, though our cocks were touching each other through our trousers. "Kael, for the past few months I have waited you to touch me,” he said calmly. I looked at him and noticed that he was not just good-looking, but extremely handsome. If the Sun Goddess had been male, the Sun Goddess had been my friend Sigurdur, the Crown Prince of Drakegaard. I felt myself fall into his divine aura, my barbaric manners stepping aside in front of his majestic appearance. And yet he was there between my muscular thighs, under my cock. I realized that I loved him terribly, and like the moon gets its light from the Sun, I needed the light of Sigurdur; otherwise I would have fallen into madness and perhaps sent myself on a suicide mission. So I looked at how he shone golden grace there, with his eyes glittering in the darkening winter night like sun-kissed pieces of frost. "I don't know why, Kael, but I love you,” he said quietly. I felt his warm body underneath me and the frosty air, and as I tried to stand, to flee like I had done earlier, sudden passion coursed through my body, hardening it like never before. We were alone in these ruins, apart from some ghosts, I think. The only living creature is this night! And frost, it was around us, it was still there in my heart, but Sigurdur, the Sun, was already melting it away. "This pain!" I cried out loud; my lust was growing greater and greater, I didn't want it, but I could not resist it. Me, to love another man? How could I do such?! "Kael,” he whispered and pressed my head down just above his face. I saw the shining, serious love in his eyes, and I could not hold myself anymore! I became what I am, a rash Barbarian, tearing my shirt off. I desired Sigurdur's warm lips, for mine were cold as ice, and our kiss was an enchanted moment. But I desired him too much to leave it there; I wanted his entire body! Lust grew in me, it was like the wild rage of a wolf trying to reach its prey. I tore his shirt, too, and leaned myself forward to feel his muscular chest against mine. Deeper into the snow we fell, I kissed him hard and passionately, even using my teeth. I acted like a mating wolf and had lost all control. Sigurdur closed his eyes as I kissed his neck and bit his hardened nipples while rubbing his sides with my strong hands. I desired him too much; lust grew to become a terrible agony! I pressed his sides hard with my fingers and licked his stomach muscles, until I got to the pants and opened them. Now Sigurdur rose a little with his eyes shining bright, and a sudden strike of passion made me kiss his lips harder than ever before. He fell down on the snow again, and I continued doing what I had to. His cock was slowly hardening, the hairs around his balls were very light. I lifted my head high to roar, before I needed to dive between my friend's thighs. I took his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking it, I desired it so much! I held my mate down as he began shaking of pleasure, with his eyes closed and mouth open. I took his entire balls in my large hand and felt them tighten and grow, and for reply Sigurdur lifted his lower body so that I could take a better hold of his hips. I pulled him against my cock, feeling it harden with blood. Suddenly it was in his ass, and he began to mourn silently. I pushed my dick all the way in, then pulled it out again, and I was on my way to orgasm when Sigurdur suddenly sat up, stared me in the eyes seriously like a knight heading to battle and kissed my muscular neck. I took him around my arms and pulled him on top of me, then hard against my body to feel his, and gently he touched my broad chest. "I shall swear to you, Kael, that there will never be a day when I won't be beside you whatever you do,” he said and leaned over me, until his cock was just above my lips, long, thick and stiff. I took the top again into my mouth and played with it with my tongue, rubbing his hard ass from behind. Sigurdur shouted into the cold night, when all the cum he had kept inside him came out with a single white burst, over me as well. I was blinded for a moment but I licked his cock clean, and then he sat in front of me breathing fast. He smiled. "You're still left!" I got another surge of aggression and turned him on his back on the snow, now myself leaning over him with fire in my eyes. He took my cock in his hand, pressed it a little to make me moan, then licked my tight balls hard. I spread my thighs wider and lifted my head up high in mad pleasure when my balls were in his mouth. My cock was crying to be released from its juice, I was going to explode! Then he heard my prayers and tickled the little hole with his tongue, just as I had done, then holding the mighty weapon when all the juices came out on his face. I howled into the night, for I had finally been freed from agony. It was the first time we did it, but later, when we joined other adventurers, we had very little time to practice love again. Strange forces, on the other hand, were after us, and though I loved him I knew I was meant to die in the greatest battle of all times; he, instead, would rule as a king in his rightful kingdom. For me, there could have never been any other being than Sigurdur, but I had not been born to love, but rather to fulfill a destiny. And I must say I wasn't the only man who fell under his enchantment, and I can't truly say that I was his only true mate, but I grant him eternal love and glory wherever his path leads to when I will live no more. Peace and love unto eternity, Sigurdur, my only beloved in the Universe.