Gay Erotic Stories

And then he started drinking. We gradually stopped talking to each other, but one day he suddenly called me, told me that he lost his job and couldn't pay his rent and that he needs a place to sleep. I got a bit angry, but I told him I would meet him and so I did. We agreed to meet in a park that was nearby my apartment.

He never was on a clean side, he rarely shaved and his body always smelled like stale sweat, and after he lost his job he started to put in even less effort in his hygiene. He was standing in front of me with his messy beard and distinctive smell of his sweat, now bit stronger than last time I have meet him, was surrounding me. I never told him I was gay and he always claimed to be straight, so I was surprised when he went to hug me and kiss my forehead. I could smell booze in his breath: -"You are drunk again, aren't you? Drinking brought you to this and you still won't stop? Why should I even help you, our friendship got broken because you would rather spend time with your drunk hillbilly buddies than with me!" I was shouting at him for some minutes, untill I noticed tears in his eyes. For the first time I have seen him crying and it broke my heart, even though I was angry with him. I told him he could live with me but only if he promised to stop drinking and if he finds a new job soon. He started crying more and hugged me, which made me shed a tear as well.

There was only one bed in my small apartment, and two of us had to squeeze in. I gave him some food and went to bed, he said he would come after he is done eating. And so he did, few minutes later he got in the room, took off his pants and stained shirt and layed down beside me. Feeling his smell and warmth, I instinctively put my hand on his cheek and started stroking him. I realised what I was doing and was somewhat scared about how he will react, but I continued to stroke him. -"You are a faggot, aren't you?" he asked.

I was shocked with the question because I didn't know what to reply. Before I managed to think what to say to him, he pulled me closer to him with "Come here!" leaving his mouth in a commanding tone and he gave me a deep kiss. No one ever kissed me like that before, deep and passionate, but gentle at the same time. He took my shirt off and I felt his chest hair stuck together by dried sweat on my skin. -"Yes, I'm a faggot" I said, to which he replied: -"You are my faggot" and kissed me again so sweetly. We kissed for what seemed hours, his manly smell and warm body we're driving me insane, making me want more kisses and more touches. Our kisses we're sloppy and we drooled on eachothers faces. I started kissing his beard, then his neck, I was slowly making my way down as he was moaning quietly and calling me his little buddy. I put an extra effort in kissing his armpits and chest, I wanted to enjoy that strong manstink for long time and lick his whole body clean. My licks and kisses were putting him to ecstasy, he was just moaning and calling me out. I started going even more down, kissing his belly that has bit more fat untill I got to his underwear. I started smelling his semi hard cock through his piss and cum and shit stained boxers. It was manliest and horniest thing I have ever smelled. I took his boxers off and revealed a wonderful cock that had head covered with cheese and beggining of it was covered in thick, sweaty bush. I took it in my mouth, savouring the taste, and he started moaning louder and fucking my mouth. After a while, he lifted me up to his mouth and gave me another deep kiss. -"I love how you stink like me" he said and smiled. "I want to get inside you". He turned us arround so he would be on top again and took off my underwear. I lifted and spread my legs, revealing my then virgin hole to him. He didn't even bother to open me up a bit with his fingers, he just wanted to fuck my ass as soon as he could. He slowly put a tip of his cock inside, it already hurt a bit and I started to moan from pain and pleasure. He got over me, looked deep inside my eyes and started pounding me. It was really hot, having that filthy, red-faced pig whose sweat was dripping all over me breeding my hole, but it hurt me so I started crying. I guess he knew that I enjoy his cock too much so he didn't slow down, he just said -"Don't cry my baby boy, we are making love... I love you my faggot" and then we got back to our sweet passionate kisses. He came inside me pretty soon and just collapsed on me with his dirty body. I hugged him tightly and kissed his ear and neck for a while.He finally got up and kissed me again. I looked deep in his eyes and jerked my cock. It only took me few strokes and I came all over both of us. He smiled to me, kissed me and quietly called me his faggot again.

And that's what I became, his faggot. And he became my biggest, dirtiest love.