Gay Erotic Stories

I was so horny walking along the Danube in Budapest last August. It was about 9 PM, still warm, and still light, too. The promenade was swarming with people--straight, young couples out for a walk, straight men looking for prostitutes, female prostitutes looking for johns, middle-aged tourists enjoying the view. I was also enjoying the view, but not of the river. Down near the Erzsebet bridge, there were, as usual, some cute, young straight Romanian guys. They were strolling around in small groups, alone, talking, laughing, smoking, waiting. They were waiting for a gay guy to come up and ask for some sex. The whole process of picking up one of these guys made me horny, from the initial scoping out down to the cab ride back to my apartment. Although it was a bit dangerous, and I'd even been ripped off once, I'd done it dozens of times: Drive down to river, or hop on the bus, or take a cab, get down to the Danube Promenade and start checking out the options. The guys were all around 17 to 25 years old. They usually had dark hair, often very cute, and very sexy. Of the many guys I met over the three years I lived there, only one was out of shape. ( I had misinterpreted the bulk under his clothes as muscles, but once he got undressed I saw he was merely flabby. Oh well, you don't always score!) Some of the guys I paid were really muscular, and once or twice they turned out to be really hung. They were all straight. That was the big turn on for me: Sucking a straight guy's dick. Don't know why, but it was incredibly exciting. I'd bring a guy back to my apartment, show him my porn video collection, and watch him pick. Now I had gay movies and straight movies, and the guys always wanted to see a straight movie. They never were even interested in the covers of the gay movies. That is my only evidence that these guys really were straight. Plus the fact that they never tried to touch my body or see my dick. I was in my mid-twenties, in good shape, average looking, and I just knew that if these guys were even slightly interested in gay sex, they'd either want to look at a gay movie or at least look a little bit at me. So anyway, on this particular night, I was happy to see a bunch of guys milling around. There were probably six to ten guys there. They didn't notice me at first. That was one of the interesting parts of the process: You'd think the guys would really be eager to make some money, but they often weren't very agressive, and sometimes they were even a bit elusive. I hung out at a short distance, pretending to be looking at the river, but glancing their way a lot. Soon, they must have noticed me because they quieted down a bit, broke up a little, and started glancing my way a little. I walked around a bit. So did they. It was a kind of nervous dance. Finally, after a while, two of them, pretending to walk to some point beyond me, approached. As we neared each other, I smiled shyly and looked at them. They were about 20. One was tall and the other average height. They both had dark hair, and one of them, the tall one, was really sexy in a kind of sinister way. That's all I could tell at a moment's glance. They smiled at me, and walked passed. This was the way it worked. You made a number of passes by each other until one of you spoke. I continued walking in the opposite direction, but I made a point of glancing back pretty obviously. As I did, one of them noticied me glancing back, and whispered to his friend. I heard them laughing. Everyone walked around a bit, and I eventually made a u-turn and, lo and behold, so had they. This went on for quite a while, maybe 20 minutes, until finally, my heart pounding, I neared them as they neared me. I smiled, kept eye contact, and said, "Hi!" They played it cool, giving me just a little nod, but that was all I needed. We had stopped walking and I said, "Do you speak English?" The shorter guy said, "Little" (LEE-tel). I paused a moment and the shorter guy said, "Sex business?" This was what they all called it. I smiled and said, "Yes!" The taller guy said something in Romanian to his friend, and the the shorter guy answered something. The shorter guy said, "What kind?" This was fairly standard procedure, although many times I would never specify what kind of sex I wanted. None of these guys did anything except let you suck their dick or fuck you. None of them ever got fucked, as far as I knew, but this was the big attraction for me: They were straight, so why would I want to fuck them or have them suck my dick? My gay friends never understood this, and they were always concerned about my safety, but I kept going back. "I want to suck." I said. The shorter guy translated. They discussed. "And," I added, "If possible, fuck." The shorter guy looked at me suspiciously. I'm a tall guy, so the hustlers often think I'm a top. "How fuck?" he asked. "You fuck me," I said. They talked a bit. Maybe there is something about Romanian grammar, I don't know, but this question of who fucks who was always tantalizingly complicated. "You want you ass fucked?" the shorter guy asked. It was such a turn on to have it all discussed so crudely. "Yes," I said, "I want a dick in my mouth and, if possible, then in my ass." Translation. Smirks of disgust and giggling. Finally, the shorter guy asked, "Which? Me or my friend?" I looked at them both. They were both young, cute, athletic looking. But I liked the taller guy better. "Your friend," I said. He translated. The friend nodded slowly, and started naming prices, I could tell, in Romanian. It sounded a little like Italian. The spokesman said, "My friend want 5000 forints." At the time this was about 50 dollars. Now these hustlers always ask high prices to start with, and you are supposed to bargain them down, but for me part of the thrill of sex with these guys was paying them a lot. I often, almost always, paid them more than they wanted. I said, "Well. . .okay." They both looked surprised. No translation was needed. I said, "I can get a taxi over there," pointing to a pretty expensive stand of taxis (we were right in the heart of the tourist district). The taller guy looked a little nervous, but he made a few comments in Romanian, probably where and when to meet up with his friend, and we started walking away. I slipped the shorter guy a 1000 forint note and a 10 dollar bill as a kind of tip for arranging it all. He looked incredulous, then he smiled and said thanks. He said something funny to his friend, who laughed, and we walked off to the taxi. As we walked toward the taxis, I said, "My name is Steven," and held out my hand. He shook it and said, "Steven?" I nodded. He said, pointing to himself, "Julian." "Julian? That's nice," I replied. He was about six feet four inches, and he wore old, almost ragged jeans. He had on a T-shirt with a Nike emblem, and old beat up tennis shoes. He filled out his clothes nicely. He was tan with short black wavy hair and brown eyes with long eye-lashes, a little stubble. He was very masculine, and very serious, not smiling much. He looked like trouble, and I was horny as hell. I pantomimed eating? "Hungry?" I asked. He nodded. These guys love McDonalds, and there was one near there, so I said, "McDonald's?" and he smiled quickly for the first time. We ordered lots of food for him, and a Diet-Coke for me, and I enjoyed watching him wolf it down hungrily. On the way out, he said in English, "Thank you." I smiled and said, "Thank YOU!!" We went back to the expensive taxi stand. This was another part of the turn-on: Sometimes the driver would be cute, and I think they often figured out who they were driving. This time the first cab in the line up was driven by an old guy, so I was a little disappointed, but just as we neared him, another customer ran up and hopped in. The next cab was a nice Mercedes, pretty common in Europe, and the driver was a gorgeous young Hungarian man. We got in and I gave him the address in English and he said, "Ten dollars." This was about 5 times the fair price, but I said, "Super! Thanks!!" He was happy, I was happy and Julian seemed about the same. On the way up the hill, I secretly moved my hand closer and closer to Julian's thigh. He pretended not to notice and kept looking out the window, but he didn't move his leg. I finally gently squeezed it. He continued looking out the window, submitting to my touch. The driver couldn't see, but I'm pretty sure he knew I was hiring this stud. We drove to my apartment in silence. When we got there, I gave the driver a ten dollar bill and two ones and said, "Keep the change." He looked happy and said, in English, "Thanks!" I let us into the building and then into my apartment. It had a beautiful view of Budapest, and it was a huge apartment, much nicer than I could afford in the States. Julian seemed impressed. I offered him a cigarette. I don't smoke, but it turns me on to see men smoke, especially during sex, so I keep a big supply on hand. I also asked him to pick some music from my CD collection. He picked a Eurythmics CD and I showed him how to turn on the equipment, which he liked doing. I showed him the entire apartment, and then I offered him a drink. I had an extensive bar, which always impressed these guys, and he asked for whiskey. I had three kinds, which also impressed him, and he chose the one I recommended, the best. Then we sat down in front of the big screen TV. I gave him the remote, and he enjoyed going through the channels. He stopped on Eurosports. We watched for a while. I re-filled his drink. Then I opened the cabinet door and showed him my collection of porn movies. I had lots of them, some straight and some gay, as I mentioned before. He didn't give the gays ones, on one side of the shelf a second glance, but he looked at the covers of the straight ones carefully and slowly. I said, "Pick one," adding some pantomime. He understood. He choose one of the popular ones: the cover showed a guy with three girls. I put it in the VCR. It started off with some boring dialogue. I gave him the remote, and he fast-forwarded a little. Then the sex started. A woman was giving a guy a blow job. We watched it for a long time, and I re-filled his whiskey. He smoked a lot, and the whole time he never looked at me or moved. He was sitting on the sofa next to me, eyes glued to the porn movie, smoking and slowly sipping his whiskey. Finally, after about half an hour, I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly got down on my knees on the floor. He didn't move or look. I slowly reached out my hand to his crotch. My hands were freezing, and I wanted to warm them before I unzipped him pants. I touched his crotch, and sure enough, he had a hard-on. I rubbed it a long time. He didn't move a muscle, although his dick twitched under my touch. After 5 minutes of this, I slowly reached for his belt. He suddenly grabbed my arm hard and asked in accented English, "Five thousand forint?" I nodded. He motioned that he wanted the money up front. I reached for my wallet, pulled out a five thousand forint note, and handed it to him. He looked at it carefully, and shoved it in his pocket. Then he slowly helped me undo his belt. I unbuttoned his bulging jeans. He was wearing a kind of bikini style swimming suit underneath. It was full and looks mouth-watering. I put my face up to it and smelled his crotch. It smelled so masculine, so delicious. I licked his swimming suit as he continued staring over my head at the TV. Finally I slowly pulled down the swimming suit. Out sprang a big, thick, hard dick, with a nice set of plump balls and a lot of black pubic hair. He never looked down. From time to time he fast-forwarded through the movie, sipped some whiskey and smoked a cigarette. I sucked his dick for a long time, and licked his balls for a while too. Finally, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his load of cum in my face. He must have thought this was funny, because he laughed suddenly after looking at my face. I licked up his dick a little, then he quickly put it back in his shorts and jeans, and stood up. He said, "Thank you." I said, "No, Thank YOU!!" He paused and actually punched my shoulder in a friendly way. As we were walking out, I gave him a twenty dollar bill and a pack of cigarettes. He tried to decline, but I insisted. He smiled and left.