Gay Erotic Stories

I was convincingly heterosexual, waspish, and engaged to a fine, sexy lady. But we were about to have a long distance relationship, as I accepted a job offer in an Ontario university, 500 km from our home in New York. It was a research job and it sucked. I had a small apartment, and I went home alone most days, without an active social life. I began to fantasize about the young guys I ran into or watched in the dressing room of the gym. Then I saw some sexy notes and drawings on the wall of a washroom toilet near the university gym. Two or three days later I decided to leave an e mail addy there, and wait for a response. I wrote that I was new to this and curious. (Not totally true, as I had been with three guys in my college years, but never been fucked.)

There were a few trashy, time wasting responses to my note, but one genuine response from George, and he left his phone number. He had a thick African accent, and explained that he was a grad student from Kenya. He said he was eager to teach me about male sex. I invited him over, and he took a bus across town and appeared at my door an hour later.

We were quite different and that was appealing to me: I was white, 5'11" average build, 6.5" mushroom cut. George was 5"8", slightly stocky, very dark skinned, and as I was to find out, 9.5" soft and uncut, and very thick. We had a quick drink (Scotch and water) and quickly stripped each other. George told me that male sex was rougher than with a woman, and he was right about that. His kisses were abrupt, and he gripped me from behind as he got ready to fuck me. Lube was just some spit, and he proceeded to split me open and pound me. It was excruciating and I hated it and liked it at the same time. Fortunately he came quickly, in two or three minutes. He wanted me to feel his seed far inside of me. I said I couldn't really sense that, but I liked the feeling of the sperm dripping out of me. I noticed that as he pulled out, his cock was still 9.5", it didn't really grow when erect, just became curved. But it was a beauty. George sucked me, gave me a hand job, then fucked me again, and left. I had lost my cherry at last.

For the next two days, my ass was sensitive, and I could relive the experience every time I walked. I was able to meet him for a quicky several times in his library carrel and on the weekends in his place or mine. He also had a girlfriend, a med student, and she had difficulty taking his huge dick, so I was his mainstay, for about six months. But as I mentioned, I hated my job and left town when the contract finished. Back to New York to get married, and dream about men on the side!