Gay Erotic Stories

Didn't really know what to do with him. My thoughts were dim, and the world seemed to be moving to the pulsating beat of nothing. Lust. The strong scent of musk slapped my face as I unzipped the way to his crotch. I was turned on, that was for certain but it all seemed so wrong and so fucked up. I didn't want to do it but I couldn't talk or think my way out of it. Dick! Like a powerful and controlling God called me to my knees. A discombobulating fuck was all I wanted but not all I could think about. The taste and feel of a hot flank stick in my mouth growing beyond what I could handle. I was compelled forward. In fact, I was forced. The need for something that I shouldn't have ever had, or the need for someone held me in the bedroom that night. That sinking feeling that pulls you like the anchor of guilt from doing it bareback into the depths of a lover's hungry hole. Something about when the wind fills your sails, you shouldn't look back cause you could miss out on the pleasure of a lifetime. Out of control He'd sat down on the bed and hurriedly began to rush out of his pants, and underwear. Balls, cock, ass, all bare, the blood filled my rod, my arms, my legs, everything seemed to swell. But, Talvin, he was the prize. His engorged meat clamped fast to his belly in its pose of excitement. It fell back hard when I released it from my face, making that thump sound of flesh on muscle. Flexing, almost as if it held breathe, and juicing just ever so….. hmm. Yeah he was a leaker, but so am I. I teased his mess with my tongue as if trying to push the jizz back from where it came. The music from downstairs, the laughter, all those people. The thought of anyone crashing our private party fled as soon as his lips found their way around my knob. Who gave a shit? At that point I remember thinking, 'I don't know half of these queens anyway.' It was time to get laid, forget the dumb stuff, the hang-ups, the worries, and the fear. 'Forget the Goddamn closet' I screamed in my head. 'I'm getting laid'. After all it wasn't my problem if Talvin was being culled by his bow. I found him beautiful even beyond our drunken stupor. His eyes seemed to have held a universe. I called it salacious. Shaped like tiny black almonds they ogled me through tiny little slits, like tiny little vaginas - for lake of a more inventive word. I took to his nipples as though they'd give me new life. His head feel back, hanging over the side of the bed to reveal the kind of smoothness that makes you wonder if a razor had ever even touched his face. He'd stared at me and needing his cock in anticipation. I was in the perfect position to just sit on him and let it slid inside my ass. I wanted to, but knew that I wouldn't. The thought crossed my mind that, when I was ready to go that far, Talvin would be the one. His hand on the back of my head pulled me up to his lips. The kiss was soft at first like one of love. It was however only a moment before the kiss became an attack. A joust of tongues and salivation, and I wanted to swallow whatever he gave me. His legs strong like iron drew up around my hips, and rapped around my back. I moved to post the tip of my penis outside his wanton hole. I could feel the moisture, little beads of manly juice from his slightly furry shoot. If I would later forget every other detail about screwing Talvin in a stranger's house, I knew that I wouldn't forget the wetness. He was a natural. I felt myself pushing the head of my cock into his hole. My pulse raced and my breath became quick. His sphincter pulled back my foreskin like a well-practiced hand as I slowly started to spear him. He was hot like fever. My cock became it's hardest, hearing the sounds he made. Slight cries of pain and pleasure. The heat of him halfway to my nuts glided up my cock to its plateau. We paused, and I could feel his muscle spasm around the base of my meat, squeezing me tighter. It was like being milked, or sucked from the inside of a place out of phase with, time. Perhaps a bit dramatic, none the less it felt 'fabulous', to use the word of an old queen. Talvin looked at me and smiled. "Fuck me hard" he said. Just like that. It was an order, and I complied with a hellish grin. At first I remember counting the strokes. Don't ask me why I do that, or how it started. You've heard of miles per hour, I'm a stroke per minute kinda guy and Talvin loved it. He jerked his cock, we repositioned on the bed trying not to make noise over the music. The need was to hurry. The action was fast and furious, "plow me" he whispered almost as though the words were being fucked out of him. Hmmm, yeah it was good and I came closer to being there with every second. Truth be told though, I never wanted to leave his secret place, or at least I wanted another crack at it. And another, and another, and so on… The ac wasn't cool enough, and we were both sweating like, well like two guys enjoying sex. The room would smell sweet like lust, I knew that, I also knew that I would have an odor. You know how it is sometimes when your friend disappears from the bar for an hour only to come back smelling all funky like fresh cum sweat? Well I knew that I'd have to leave the party right when it was over, and it was over too quickly. His hand was moving as a blur. Stroking his cock, and I felt the tug of his hole on my dick tightening more and more, he was about to make himself cum. His stomach. I remember seeing the outline of his abdominals as he flexed and gyrated. My dick had that hurting feeling deep inside that you get when you pass the moment but still try to hold back. I wanted to wait for him. The semen had collected in a pool formed by his fist around the head of his fuck pole. "Unnh hh!" He caught the sound that he made and cut it off at his lips before it passed from his mouth, but I still heard it in his throat, and saw it flying through the air onto his chest and felt it pumping from me deep inside his hole. Genetic material I remember thinking. For that moment a part of me would leave the room with him, and it did. We kinda laughed after the spasms, and started a series of long kisses as we dressed. I wanted to say call, or well have to do this again, but I felt that it would be bullshit. Instead we spoke of how good the moment was and that we needed to try and sneak out. The leaving, the getting out, all went unnoticed. People were too much into drink and other pleasures weather physical or consumable to be concerned. Talvin's beau included. Talvin and I said goodbye, on the street in front to the house, we had even kissed again. He lived in the neighborhood so he'd go home and shower and return to the party - after all he said, "I might have to get fucked again, but nothing like with you". I smiled and turned away. It wouldn't be until three months later that I would actually speak to Talvin again. I'd seen him several times around the area with his boyfriend, but you know how that goes. We'd both gone on to try and fuck other people or so I thought. He'd come to my place slightly drunk, wanting to spend the night. I would let him even though I wouldn't be quit sure of how he knew where I lived. His boyfriend had found out about that night, because of a little cam that was set up in the room, and now there were movie clips all over the Internet and every one was wondering who the hot couple was. Talvin's boyfriend knew the tattoo on Talvin's buttocks of was a dead give away. Lucky for me, the room was to dark for anyone to make me out unless they knew me. Talvin showed me the clips he'd burned them onto a CD. That night we talked about it briefly but put it behind us in a fit of lust…. Maiyeko@hotmail.com