Gay Erotic Stories

It all happened back in 1998. I had just arrived from Canada, alone, heartbroken, lonely and of course horny. It had been five years since I had gone back to the Philippines and up to this point I have never had any Filipino or Asian lovers. I suppose many would call me a potato queen, but to be honest, living in Vancouver where all the "potatoes" are didn’t really help. Please don't get me wrong; I do love Asian boys. Meeting the right one is a bit harder though. I would say that I have been in a string of relationships all with Canadians, and the odd Yankee or Aussie. My former boyfriend whom I left behind was quite the hunk, at least in my eyes. I always knew that the ideal hubby for me would be the dashing preppy, yuppie lawyer or MD or Wall Street broker. In this case Christopher was a lawyer, 6'2, 40's, and with a pretty solid build. He would probably put most twenty-year-olds to shame. As for myself, I am 28, 6'1, 160lbs, slim build and fair. My pride and joy is my 30' waist, which I have dieted, worked and killed myself over to maintain. It just feels great knowing I could fit into 501's without the waist rolling under a belly. I knew leaving Christopher behind would be the biggest mistake in my life, but at that time I had no choice. So being the optimist that I am, I thought maybe I could meet a nice, Filipino guy in the hopes of replacing my beloved Christopher. I had been an Internet chat junkie from way back. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I met someone, although I knew it would probably take more than a few "eyeballs" (this is what they call “hooking up” in the Philippines) to get the right one. I had just gone home from Giraffe, a really popular nightspot here in the hopes of actually meeting someone. I was with a date, which I did like but he was no one to die for. As usual, I got home pretty loaded and buzzed by 3am. I decided to go online just in case. A few minutes went by then he "clicked" on my name. He said he was about 5'10, 165lbs, good-looking and a TOP. I suppose when he mentioned TOP my eyes lit up for obvious reasons. We went through the usual small chat talk and ended up on the phone to continue our conversation. My first impression wasn’t really good to be honest. He sounded like someone who spoke English with some difficulty, which for me was not exactly someone I might be interested in. The fact that I was buzzed, tired and that it was after 3am didn’t exactly add to my eagerness to meet at that point. He was, however, insistent to meet. The next thing I knew I was back in my car driving at 3:20 am to meet with Mr. Hunk. I knew better than to believe anyone who said they were "good-looking" in the chat rooms. Being the jaded chatter I was, I had no expectations. He gave perfect directions; apparently he had done this before. I drove for around twenty minutes and stopped at his red gate. As I walked towards the gate, I saw one of the best-looking Pinoys I had ever seen! Well at least at that point. He was exactly as he said he was going to be; 5'10, about 165lbs, short, kind of curly hair but kept really close, and the most wonderfully naughty smile I had ever seen. He wore Tommy Hillfiger slippers, Tommy Hillfiger denim shorts and yes, a Tommy Hillfiger t-shirt. This guy was a walking Tommy ad. I could only imagine the Tommy briefs lurking under those shorts. I was pretty dumbfounded, actually shocked, to meet such a prized catch. He led me quietly up to his bedroom as he said his folks were asleep. When we entered his bedroom, he gently locked the door and asked me to sit on his bed. I was quite nervous at this point not knowing if he really liked me, but then the strangest thing happened. “Are you a model?" were the first words that left his mouth. To be honest I did do some modeling in my early 20's, but mostly for designer friends of my mom. I was hardly the professional. I always wanted to pursue it further and his question somehow hinted that he liked me as much as I liked him. I smiled in acknowledgement not caring that I lied. He sat on the bed and smiled at me. We sat there for about ten minutes just looking at each other. Then I couldn’t stand it any longer and I moved over to kiss him. He obliged and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. I wouldn’t say that he was the expert kisser but he was ok. Actually I didn’t care; I was kissing the man of my dreams! I knew at that point that he was getting really hard, which somehow signaled my hand to go and grope his jewels. He moaned a bit and literally turned me over. I was in dreamland, having this guy on top of me, a raging hard on, kissing me. I wanted him so bad. This went on for a few more minutes, until I just had to ask if I could suck him. He winked at me and I just turned him over unzipped his shorts, sniffed his rock hard tool through his Tommy's and licked it through the fabric. He loved it so much he was actually leaking. He leaked so much I swear he could have cum. As it turned out he just leaked a lot. I slowly tugged at his Tommy boxers and there it was his man meat. It was quite large for a Filipino guy. I reckon it was about eight inches. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. It was quite peculiar though as it was a lefty. I had never seen one before but I didn’t care. I sucked him like crazy and he started thrusting his hips to meet my mouth. I was gagging but I continued and it wasn’t long before he started spurting loads upon loads of cum. I knew I shouldn’t swallow, but what the heck, I LOVED this guy! Not a drop spilled. All this time I was still fully dressed! We talked for a bit and it was getting close to 4am but he said he was ok and just needed some time to rest. We talked about ourselves and before long we were at each other’s mouths once more. I hastily removed my shirt and undid my trousers, being careful not to rip it. He pulled down my underwear and I pulled off his shirt. We were both naked in bed, raging hard ons; tongues all over the place. I said I wanted him to fuck me and his eyes lit up like crazy. I pulled for my bottle of Wet and lubed my ass. He put some on his cock and asked me to jerk it. I turned over, lying facedown with him on top of me, mock fucking my behind. I was so horned out I couldn’t stop moaning. It was then when he entered me. I gave a soft but stern moan as the pain entered me from behind. I had bottomed for much more endowed guys, but it had been a while since I had been penetrated. It wasn’t long before pain was replaced by pure pleasure. He was really gentle at first and then he started going faster, like a true experienced top. I met his every thrust with my ass, savoring every moment. I was in dreamland. I was talking dirty to him, telling me to fuck me hard, to moan with me, to cum inside me, fill me with his juice. As the tempo rose, I knew that he was going to cum soon and I told him I wanted to cum with him. He said he was close and so was I. I suppose I am one of those guys who have the natural ability to cum while being fucked without touching myself. As he fucked me faster and harder my dick was rubbing itself under the sheets and I knew I was getting closer. I told him to go faster as I was going to cum soon. He pounded my ass like a jackhammer and I thrust it upwards to meet each and every one. Then it happened. We exploded together and I felt his slick juice filling my insides and my own cum wetting the sheets. We lay there frozen for a few seconds exhausted. He excused himself to go to the can as I tidied myself up. He came back, we kissed, and got dressed. It was close to 4:30am and I was afraid his folks might be up soon. We said our goodbyes and I was home by 5. I honestly didn’t think we would see each other again after that but still thankful for the experience. The next night I went online again and so was he. He told me that he enjoyed last night so much that he wanted to see me again. I pretended not to sound too eager although the smile on my face would have put a clown to shame. Needless to say I saw him again and again for four consecutive nights. We eventually hit it off and our relationship lasted for about six months. We broke of on good terms and I am glad to know that he is now a successful commercial and print ad model. I still bump into him at Glorietta on occasion, knowing that under those jeans are his Tommy's and his lefty tool.