Gay Erotic Stories

Alexis was there waiting. I cannot share a picture of him so I share of the comfort he offered. As I write now, it is 6:30 pm, my mouth and my ass gets a rest and so here I am on the keyboard trying my best to look for words of the comfort he gave, the pleasure I gave and received.

Alexis is in his late 20’s, never had a boyfriend but not exactly new to the pleasures of male sex. He recounts a college friend who would masturbate with him, he disclosed, nothing more. He had 5 girlfriends and sad to say, he is currently unattached. We talked for a while about his past and my view on sex and fate. He had read my wild, wild Sunday this morning and wondering if I am okay. I asked him into my bedroom - played a tape of orgy.

"That is where I get my inspiration".

"So the story was not true."

"No, they are true. The tapes are hot. If I can see, I should be able to do it and I am lucky or blessed to find playmates to re-enact them."

His eyes got transfixed, mesmerized. He lied down on the bed, and I lay beside him. My arm traveling from his chest, which are firm and rounded from working out years ago. My hand reached down to his crotch. He stopped me, holding my hands back to his chest. Oops, perhaps I am going to fast or this is not what he intended to happen, expecting nothing just a talk.

The sex film rolled on, this time showing a group of 16 guys sucking and kissing each other. He was quiet and I definitely see a hard on, he was definitely aroused and my hand slowly traveled, trailing down his body. Oh not only was it firm, he was a bit hairy...his stomach have hairs, I do find that so sexy. He allowed me to fondle him, I look to his face, and his eyes were closed. He is aroused and...this time he himself opened his pants...oh wow! You need not imagine, later on he allowed me to take a picture, which was the feast that he laid before my eyes.

That cock, it was such a blessing. He was blessed unlike others. It was long and hard, and I kissed it, paid it homage. His body reacted, clearly he is not used to being sucked that it had been sometime someone have kissed his cock, sometime ago--oops, since he is beside me, and smiled. I ask…oh the last time he got sucked was indeed some time ago.. 1996! Nine years ago! Now I no longer ask myself why I love sucking the cock and its juices, his cum is like wine that have indeed mellowed and aged! I felt so lucky, I might have been flamed, called names, but it is I who have experienced him...

Oh yes, back then. His cock was longer than the usual Filipino, this I can say from years of sucking. It was so nice and hard, my mouth, my tongue gliding on his phallus, from the head of his penis to his balls. Yes, the balls, he did asked me to lick them. His body was hard and tense--he loves it. It was a cock I could not have enough of; I sucked and flick at the mouth head, trailing up again to his body, licking him from the sides to his nipple. His nipples were cute, small hardening from the arousal!

He loved it when I deep throated him, although I gagged at times. Well, I did say he is endowed unlike other Filipinos so experienced that I was, I gagged! I moved my body so feeling of my sucking would differ; I sucked him with me on my side. I sucked him with me in between his legs. He even allowed me to raise his legs, and there I gave a tongue bath on his balls, from left to right, right to left, licking the underside. From time, his body would hunch and bring me up and we would deep tongue each other. I melt with his arms and lips. He said he is thinking of looking a job as a talent, I have no doubts, for he is that cute and handsome. It’s a pity I cannot share or describe less you might identify him...but if you see that cock, consider yourself blessed as well. How long did I enjoy sucking the cock? I have melted two menthol candies, the CD that was playing to mask our noise had played out itself!

I sat on him and he started his fucking motions, oh yes, my ass would get fucked! I was quick to put a condom but it was something not easy, for I still lick and suck his dick.

"Do you think you can take it?" he asked.

I smiled and slowly impaled myself. Am the one sitting on his cock, I should be able to take...shit! It hurts! I hate to admit it but I pulled myself out and rested for a while on his chest, my ass hurt like hell.

"It’s okay." He looked so cute; I loved his smile, those white teeth. “No way,” I said to myself, I would try again even if I bleed myself trying.

He was hard, so I slowly, very slowly sat on his cock. His hardness helped, it was his size that was difficult to take. And finally he was fully in; I felt the hair of his balls on my ass. And gently, very gently he started to fuck me. He was so gentle I felt pleasure instead of pain. It was nice. I am even perspiring now as I type and recall such a fresh fuck. I rode him as such; I was still as he thrust up and down. I could only close my eyes in such a blissful fuck.

Honestly, I don’t remember what he had said, moans or grunts, just that he fucked me faster, and faster, then he tensed. That was it...he smiled after the cum. Buuuttt...he was still inside...and he slowly continued to pump. My eyes opened wide, could not believe he was still fucking me, fucking my ass, I feel each thrust...it was so heavenly...and alas I could not take anymore...words are not enough, if only there was someone to take the shot... perhaps a picture could have taken that moment.

Oh shit...we did have a second round. That is where we started with taking some pictures. Sad to say, his shot of me sucking him for the second round was not enough. It is at this...I have shots of his treasure.

Well, now all I can say. Oh please, dear members, call me names. Call me a fucker, a sucker, whatever...as they say, blessed are the oppressed for I do find comfort.