Gay Erotic Stories

Well this all started when I was 13 years old and I started attending a middle school. I had gone there since the sixth grade and began to realize that I was gay and started to notice some of the hot guys in that school. The sixth grade was horrible; I had a good case of acne, was sort of fat, short, and kept quiet. This made me a target for criticism. When I came back in the eighth grade I was lean, muscular, clear skin, and a lot more outgoing--even the people I had gone to elementary school did not know who I was.

There were girls all over me who wanted to be with me. All the years of criticism and making fun of me might have influenced or contributed to my gayness--but probably not. They now could not have me, and I had many more friends. When we were at the mall and my friends were checking out the women, I was checking out the men!

Ooh yeah, I had a crush on this boy in my class too; he was muscular and lean, and from what I saw in the gym showers he was a well hung black man. He just happened to be kind of nice, but not that smart. I used to stare at him for a whole class period and somehow I think he knew I was staring at him, because he would do little thing in the hall like bumping into me from behind and dropping his books right in front of me and getting me to trip so he could help me up and make me blush. It all worked pretty well.

I then went on to high school and college and became a lawyer. You will never guess where I met him again. I was 30 years old and my same hot self but more defined. I met him when I was interviewing him as a candidate for my law firm. He was applying for the new intern position. When I read his name I almost choked. When I told him who I was, from what I saw he choked also. The first thing he said was, “You were the one I messed with because in middle school if I hadn’t, they would have messed with me instead.”

We went to lunch to catch up on old times; it turned out he really thought I was straight in school, but was just tying to see if I would possibly admit otherwise. I asked him jokingly, "Why, were you gay?"

He just flat out said, “Yes”. I choked up a bit, but was a little happy with his candid answer. Then I told him that I was gay also. We were on our way back to the firm and were still talking in the car. We pulled over when we saw a garden and decided to go when we where talking in the car and we pulled over when we saw a garden and decided to go for a walk because it was such a nice fall day.

We were surprised to see roses still in bloom. We also needed to talk about his potential future in the law firm. As we were walking he tripped me! He was going to help me up he said--just for old time’s sake. When he was helping me up, I pulled myself close to him and kissed him hard on the lips. He did responded and we just walked the rest of the way through the garden hand-in-hand.

We decided to go to dinner and then ended up back to my place. When we got there he said he had to use the bathroom so I walked him upstairs to show him the way. We somehow got sidetracked, because he pulled me around and kissed me hard. I grabbed him around his waist and we moved into my bedroom and on to the bed. We started to undress each other, passionately kissing the whole time. When I had his pants off, I was already down to his long cock and sucking all of it. He moaned and gasped--that only turned me on more. He was sucking my cock when I moaned for him to fuck me. He then shoved all 9" of his cock up my ass. I screamed out in both pain and pleasure. He jerked me off while he fucked me and it was not long before we both came. We collapsed on to my bed and I just eventually fell asleep in his arms.

By the next month he had moved in, and after a year he was a full-fledged lawyer and we bought our first house together--including a dog to go with it. It is especially hard for us because of my family--they hate both gays and blacks and they only love me because I am by blood line a part of the family, but I still hope they will accept him. The same goes for his family’s view of me--they don't like gays or whites. Both families have that and only that in common.

We will be going on vacation to Cancun, Mexico for two weeks and we will be buying our own yacht soon. We have only been yelled at by people in the small town where my family lives. It proved to be the first and their last time doing so, because his cousins were with us and they jumped them in a New York minute.

Just for the record, his name is John and mine is Nick.