Gay Erotic Stories

I slowly peeled the seal off the miniature milk carton that had been served with my coffee, as I suddenly jolted forward on my plastic black chair, “Hey, watch it!” I called to the petite waitress who had bumped into me with her full tray of cappuccinos. Damn, I thought as a looked down at my magnolia, black pin striped shirt, which was tight against my bursting chest, I’d accidentally split the milk on my shirt. I grabbed some napkins from the table and wiped the stain, pressing, bitter against my hard, defined chest that I’d spent many of my teenage evenings working on back in my native New York. Now, I was in the middle of Rome, under a regal red umbrella, on the forecourt of a coffee shop during its busy midday. I observed the many passers by and could feel the baking sun on my back, furthering my tan. I love living in Rome, I thought.

As I sipped my murky, strong coffee, a man approached my table and asked about one of the only free seats in the coffee shop, which was next to me, “Can I take this seat?” he asked politely in thick Italian.

“Of course,” I replied in the language, with a dodgy accent which obviously the man noticed.

“You speak English?” he asked in my native tongue.

“Yes,” I said, in my preferred New York accent.

“Cool,” he said as his sat down, escaping the crowd that were queuing, now from outside, to get coffee, his words still brushed with a deep Italian accent. He set his coffee on the table, “I’m Paulo,” he said.

“Seth,” I said as we shook hands, “Nice to meet you.”

Paulo looked about my age, 19, and had a body similar to my own in description, 6ft, muscled, he had a slightly darker tan than myself although, which was obviously grown from the bright Italian sun which depicted every curve and muscle on his body, bringing his skin to life. He looked at me with his deep maroon eyes as he brushed back the rich dark brown hair which was lolling on his forehead. I followed his large, masculine hair combing his locks, which led my eyes to his bare, thick arms. He was wearing a tight white vest, black cords that hugged his hips and loafers.

I glanced down as our eyes met, not uneasily. The silence wasn’t awkward; we were just both relaxed and comfortable with being in each other’s company. I noticed my own reflection in the gleaming spoon that I used to stir my coffee. My disciplined medium brown, curly hair looked relaxed as it ever so slightly billowing in the gentle breeze. My square jaw (like Paulo’s) made me look rugged and handsome, my shining blue eyes helped of course.

“So have you been in Rome long?” Paulo asked staring into my eyes with his own.

“Only for a year, since I was 18,” I answered, “I’m studying photography at the university here; it has a much better course than the one in New York, where I’m from.”

“Well, I’m Italian born and bred,” said Paulo smiling, “All of my 20 years I’ve lived here.”

“You’re 20?” I asked coolly, “I’m 19; I don’t know many guys around here my age. I’ve got to know a few but…”

“I don’t really have much time for socialising; I work in my dad’s American-style burger bar, I’ve had the job for a few years now, I’m the only one that can do it because I’m one of the only guys around here that can speak both Italian and English, most of the customers are tourists from England or America.”

“Does your family speak English?”

“No, they don’t…Hey,” Paulo said as he looked about him, “It’s too busy here, do you want to come to my place and hang?”

“Yeah, that’s sounds cool,” I said. So we drank our coffees and headed off.

It turns out that Paulo lives in the apartment above his dad’s burger bar, while his parents live at their house just outside the city. The burger bar was on a side alley of a row of shops, not many people passed through it. “Here we are,” said Paulo as he led the way through the front of the bar and into the back, he told me to go up the stairs and into the first door on the left, which was his apartment, while he had a word with his father. The staircase was carpeted and narrow and the unlocked door to his apartment was creaky.

As I stepped inside though the apartment looked quite impressive, it was spacious, well-lit and tidy. It had one main room, the living room which the door opened onto and three closed oak doors on the left wall which led to the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, I supposed. The living room looked inviting; it looked by far the biggest room in the apartment. Net curtains hung over the window which was on the wall opposite, blocking an extensive view of the city. A large leather sofa was in the middle of the room, facing a wide TV that had lots of DVD’s stored in the glass cabinet beneath it. There were two other chairs, a small table and an old unused fireplace framed by a mantelpiece which was littered with picture frames. The floor was wooden and polished; there was a white shaggy rug in front of the sofa. I took off my shoes and left those near the door under Paulo’s hat rack which was bare except for a tie and white shirt which hung on it, bearing the emblem, ‘Brettilli’s Burger Bar’.

I took a seat in the centre of the couch, noticing how humid the apartment was with the Italian summer heat. My faded jeans squeaked against the leather. I then realised that I had sat on something, reaching back I felt a magazine. I picked it up and looked at the front cover. I raised my eyebrows as I looked at the picture on the front of it. A man was lying shirtless on a beach, with his hand on the sizeable bulge in his Speedo’s. ‘Beach Guys’ read the title and in subscript ‘The hottest guys from the beach…’

It was gay porn so…Paulo was gay! I’d known this about myself for nearly two years now and accepted it reasonably quickly; it’s just how I am. I began to flick through the magazine, admiring the men’s bodies. I can do this without feeling envious because of my own porn star body.

I sat back on the sofa, appreciating the guy’s forms. Two of the pages clung to each other, as I prised them open to reveal a guy sitting in a chair with three other men standing above him pulling on their meat, their cum dripping down the seated man’s chest. I realised the damp stain in the centre of the page was thick cum--Paulo’s cum; I smirked to myself. After looking at a couple more pages I tossed the magazine onto the small table in front of the sofa. As soon as I’d done that, Paulo stepped in.

“Sorry I took so long dude, we were having burger problems down there,” he chuckled to himself. Then he stopped dead as he noticed the magazine on the table. He looked worried and awkward. I looked into his hurt eyes willing to let him know that I really didn’t care about his homosexuality. I smiled weakly at him and he came slowly towards me and touched my cheek with his warm hands, then he kissed me uncontrollably.

I kissed his kind lips back as his tongue searched its way into my mouth; I leant back on the sofa as he climbed on top of me. This was the best kiss I’ve ever had. I brushed my hand through his soft, full hair as his tongue delved deeper down my throat. Paulo’s hands moved from my cheeks as he straddled me and started to caress my chest. I reached around his strong waist and groped at his firm butt. Then his gently broke the lip lock and looked deep into my eyes with his beautiful brown ones.

“I don’t even like coffee,” he whispered to me.

“What?” I whispered back more hoarsely and confused. “But you were at the coffee shop?”

“I liked you,” he said, “from the moment I saw you.”

“You’re pretty hot yourself,” I replied looking up at him as I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my washboard stomach, I draped my shirt over the back of the sofa and looked back at Paulo who had also peeled off his tight tank top to reveal a darker version of what I was hiding.

I looked at him even more deeply and he gave me a cute smile as he began to kiss me again, more delicately this time. I broke the kiss and moved down him and began to lick his hairless chest, my tongue massaging his hard torso. I focused more on his nipples, licking one with the tip of my tongue and taking it into my mouth making Paulo gasp with surprise. Paulo’s hands left my waist and reached down to his own, he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and slipped them down, revealing white CK briefs which were stretched by his huge package.

He quickly groped his swelling with his own hands, causing a bit of precum to appear soaked into his underwear.

“Suck me,” he whispered quietly, tenderly pushing my head down towards his crotch. The sexy contrast between his pure white briefs and dark tanned skin caused a rising in my boxer briefs. I tugged at Paulo’s waistband and slipped his underwear down, to my surprise a completely straight 10 inch dick sprung out and his big balls dropped low, out of the confines of his underwear.

Mmmm, I thought, eyeing the loose skin that was hanging over Paulo’s large dickhead. I motioned for him to sit on the couch which he did, with his legs far apart. I got onto my knees in front of his and pulled back his foreskin, which was moist with precum to reveal his purple dickhead. I noticed Paulo’s breathing suddenly becoming heavier as he started feeling anticipation. Big dicks don’t scare me like some gay men; I can take it all in my stride and Paulo was no exception. Slowly I opened my mouth and sucked in his cock, sliding it in so his cockhead nudged against the back of my mouth.

“Ahh!” he gasped and groaned as he laid his head back and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the suction I was giving him, “Keep sucking it Seth!”

I was only halfway down his solid erection; this made me happy; I love having something to suck on. I pushed further down on his cock, feeling it force its way down my throat, a bit of relaxation was all it took because soon enough his cock was totally in my mouth, I was deep-throating Paulo. “Yeah, that’s good,” said Paulo breathlessly in between gasps as he held me down on his dick and he bucked his hips softly now fucking my face. I gradually moved off his cock, now using my tongue to stimulate his smooth balls, licking one and then the other and sucking on both at once, as his large endowment rested, moist with my saliva, on my face. “Ahhh, tell me I’ve got balls of steel Seth, say I’ve got big, floppy balls,” Paulo pleaded in pleasure.

“Your balls are big and floppy and full of hot, thick cum,” I said.

“Oh you better know it,” Paulo said, as I crept my way further between his legs and started working my way into his ass crack. “Ahh! No!” he cried in shock as I worshipped his rosebud, “I’m top dude, the ass is a no go area.” “Sorry,” I said as I pulled away, now lightly stroking his endowment with my hand, “Then it’s only fair that I let you do the same to my ass then isn’t it? And maybe more as payback,” I said showing how sorry I was.

“Oh I love payback,” said Paulo as he grinned looking excited at the prospect of fucking me. He stood my up and pulled off my jeans, revealing my tight black Hugo Boss boxer briefs, in which my own, clearly visible erection hung, standing behind me he groped and felt my ass. “That’s firm,” he said, “I love firm, tight asses--oh, what do we have here?” he asked, fondling my package from behind. “Looks heavy,” he said as he slipped them down to release my 9 inch uncut cock and low hanging balls, as always, my boner was curving slightly to the left. Paulo moaned as he kissed the back of my neck while leisurely jacking my manhood. He bent me over the front of the couch and I knew what was going to happen next. He knelt down and all of a sudden I felt his affectionate tongue licking my ass crack.

“Yeah,” I said in approval while he was spreading my ass cheeks to try and get in further. Then he licked his hands and rubbed his saliva over his large dick, which was very rigid. Like mine which was bobbing up and down in front of me. He did this a couple of times to make sure that he was well lubed and then placed his hands, quite firmly on my waist. I sensed him take aim behind me, then I felt him plunge in, the way I like it.

“Ahh!” he screamed as his cock pushed into my tight ass. “That’s tight,” he must have lubed pretty well because it didn’t hurt me that much at all. He pressed in further; I could feel the might that he was using to get his broad meat into my taut butt and his warm, soothing precum lube up my insides. Then, after a few minutes of rather painless pushing I felt his silky balls touching up against mine--he was in.

No sooner did I feel this he pulled out again about half way and started to work his hips thrusting his huge dick in and out of me. Every time his thrust his hips his dick caused me to practically orgasm with pleasure, it felt so good and Paulo knew it did. “Fuck me Paulo, harder…” I begged, knowing what I wanted, “Deeper!” He started banging me faster, his balls knocking into mine more and more often.

I knew he was getting close because he started moaning and groaning with pleasure, “Oh shit…hell…that’s the best,” he murmured. Then he leant forward and wrapped his arms around me so he was lying on my back then started to fuck me as hard and fast as he could. Paulo squeezed and rubbed my own nipples as I felt his on my back.

Abruptly, I felt all the pleasure well up inside of me as Paulo’s cock massaged my happy gland; I was nearly there. I started breathing faster and faster and then grunted at my climax, “Oh!” I cried as a tidal wave of ecstasy washed over me, I felt my muscles contract as I shot my thick, sticky cum powerfully onto the black leather of Paulo’s couch. The sound of my man cream hitting the leather and the contractions of my ass muscles must have spurred Paulo’s on even more because he then reached his own orgasm, he thrust even faster in anticipation.

“Ahh…ahh…ahh! I’m cumming!” he shouted loudly as his hot, heavy jism exploded into my ass, I could feel his penis contracting while he was still fucking me, fast as ever and his balls constricting as they hit against my own. Then gradually he slowed down as his large cock became limp inside me ass and finally pulled out.

Out of breath he gave me a short kiss as he looked into my eyes. He didn’t have to say anything, a look said it all. He reached down to the sofa and scooped up some of my man juice and popped it into his sexy mouth smiling. Then he found his white CK briefs again and mopped up the rest.

What a vision, I thought as I admired the tanned complexion and muscular, strong build of Paulo, whose docile cock looked beefier and sexier than ever when it was soft, and I knew I’d made a very good friend here, and I never wanted to leave this spot.