Gay Erotic Stories

Living in Prague has really changed a lot since the fall of communism, and even in my relatively short life, I can’t even begin to count all the changes – big and small - that are happening all the time. One of the best changes has been the influx of hot, young men from other countries who have emigrated to the Czech Republic to enjoy our liberated society and lifestyles. I’ve met a lot of interesting guys both here at home and at university.

One particularly hot guy that I came to know very well was Raji; he and his family came here from war torn Lebanon. Even though he didn’t speak much of our language, he did speak some English. I was glad that I’d taken several years of English in school, and this turned out to be our common bond…initially.

Now I must confess I found him charming and very attractive…in a different sort of way. I’ve always been attracted to guys with dark eyes, handsome faces, and of course hot, sexy bodies. I’ve known that I was different, and didn’t really view myself as being gay until I was almost 19 years old.

I delighted in working out and watching my body develop into a well-proportioned, collection of hard muscles and flat, rippling abs. I was also proud of my ever growing manhood too. But I think I was most proud of my long, dirty, dark-blonde hair. The combination always worked very well for me and anytime I wanted sex with another guy, I didn’t have to look far or beg. Sometimes they even offered to pay me…but that’s not my style…I just like sex and having my body appreciated.

Well, Raji and I really hit it off, and became close friends almost immediately. I wasn’t sure just how to read him though, with the cultural differences and all, but I caught him staring at my crotch on several occasions. He also commented on my hair, my broad shoulders, abs, and V-shaped build…even my muscular butt. He said he wished he could look like that too…but he wasn’t sure he ever would.

Everything changed when he invited me to what he described as a “men’s smoking party” at his house. His parents were away and it would be just Raji and another friend of his. It sounded like a good thing, so why not?

Raji met me at the door and to my surprise was in what appeared to be some type of native costume. His friend Buchar was also dressed in some Arabic clothes. They wore hats and jewelry around their neck, but were shirtless. They’d already been smoking from this Arabic pipe and were already “buzzed”. They invited me to share the pipe…and what ever was in that whacky tobacco, I’m not sure, but I was instantly horny. I was even more turned on when I saw both Raji and Buchar strip naked and start playing with their dicks. Nice big, juicy dicks. I followed suit and joined them on Raji’s bed. We played this game where Raji was an Arabian Princ, and we were his sex slaves.