Gay Erotic Stories

My family vacationed from Seattle to the Oregon Coast each summer. It was the summer after my 18th birthday and my graduation from high school. I was not anxious to go. I was at the age when I wanted space, time to myself, and especially sex. I knew I was attracted to men but had not had the chance to do anything about it. Some god forsaken place on the Oregon coast did not seem like a likely place to get laid for the first time. But dad insisted.

It was our first night at a small resort north of Lincoln City. Dad wanted to go to dinner at a little restaurant. I was being a pill; not wanting to be there but food was food.

God, the minute we walked in I couldn't take my eyes off the waiter. He was incredible. Slim, with gold earrings, tight black pants, an almost see through shirt and a smile to die for. Our eyes met and he smiled. He knew and I knew. At the end of the meal he asked if we were staying in the area, and I said yes. He asked if I wanted to walk on the beach the next afternoon. I said yes and he told me where to meet him.

When I got to the place the next day he walked up, put his arm on my shoulder and simply asked, "Do you want to walk on the beach or go to my apartment?" He smiled that knowing smile once again.

When we got to his apartment he closed the door, turned toward me and moved his face next to mine. He grabbed the back of my heard and drew me to him, kissing me hard. His tongue entered my mouth and I was in heaven.

"This is what you really want, isn't it? Tell me."

I wasn't sure what to say.

"Say the words. Tell me what you want, you horny little slut."

"I want sex. I want to suck your cock and have you fuck me." The answer came from somewhere deep inside me.

"Have you done it before or are you just a horny little virgin, a cherry waiting to be plucked?"

"I've never done it. But I want to. I want to so fuckin’ bad. I want it, I need it." I was so turned on, so hot I was ready to explode. My dick was jutting out from my shorts, and was so excited I was almost in pain.

"I knew exactly who you were last night at the restaurant. I'm going to take you places you only dreamed about, and teach you things you need to know."

We undressed and he pushed my back onto the bed. He started by kissing me, licking my face, going down to my nipples and sucking them, biting them, licking them. He moved down to my cock and licked it. It was my dream come true.

He played with my cockhead with his tongue and then took it down his throat. God, it felt so good. It was real. I was finally getting my cock sucked. He sucked my cock and then my balls. Each time I was almost ready to come he moved off me, apparently knowing exactly where I was and keeping me from getting where I wanted to be too soon. Finally he moved off me and moved up kissing me on the lips again, then pushing my head down to his seven-inch rod. I tried to get it into my mouth and gradually was able to do it. I was sucking my first cock. I was in heaven. It was what I wanted; I was really having sex with someone.

We ended up sucking each other in a 69 position. I could feel myself coming close and then I came, deep into his throat. He came right after that and I tried to take it all but it came out the sides of my mouth. He laughed and licked it off my face. We rested, and then he fucked me. It was so good, so real, so much what I wanted, so much what I needed.

When we were done I finally asked him his name--Paul. He said he was from Seattle, in fact he was a male escort from Seattle and what I just got usually cost over $500. He had gotten into some trouble and was down at the coast working for a friend of his manager. He was so matter of fact about everything. He said that all he had to do was service the boss each day and work in the restaurant and everything was free.

We stayed at the Oregon coast for a week, and I spent each afternoon with Paul. He fucked me over and over, and I loved it. When it was time to leave he gave me his Seattle number and said he would be back in the city in about four weeks. He wanted me to phone him.

It was the longest four weeks of my life.