Gay Erotic Stories

Donny was tall with long blond hair and an even golden tan. His brow and jaw was angular as was his whole body. His build: thin and athletic but not erupting with muscle. He was toned, just perfect though, and had curve and bulge in the right places. I was treated to an intimate sight of this man’s body in the dim light of his open air balcony bedroom. I had found myself there after meeting him in the ocean earlier that day, his surfboard not too far from mine.

When I arrived in Sayulita, the sun had just cracked and the sky was clear. Once I got off the bus, I went right for the beach, threw my bag down, pulled off my shirt, strapped my board leash to my ankle and jumped in the water. The waves were calm and I had it all to myself except for another figure bobbing up and down on a board, waiting for the next break. He wasn’t too far away, but just enough to give a friendly wave. He nodded back and paddled away.

As the waves began breaking, I caught perfect calm rides, enjoying every minute of the water and my new surroundings. I was in my zone and in a new paradise. I hadn’t noticed but the other lone surfer had been working his way closer as the hot spot was where I was catching waves.

As he paddled closer, I noticed his striking features. For one, he was not Mexican and two; his eyes had fixed on me in a way I’ve never seen. I wasn’t in Sayulita to make friends, and certainly not there to entwine myself with a man. I had never even thought about men and was in fact on my way to meet a Brazilian girl I met on line and who lived in Puerto Escondido.

“Buenas,” he nodded with a smile “Buenas,” I nodded back. “You speak English?” he asked in flawless English with an odd Spanish accent. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m from California.” “Right on,” he said. “Just visiting?” “Yeah, just passing through. I’m on my way to Puerto Escondido.” He just smiled, his eyes still fixed on mine. “Hey, do you know of any places to stay around here? I just got in.” He told me about a neighbor of his who rented rooms for 30 pesos a night. He told me he would walk me there whenever I was ready. My first friend, I thought to myself.

We finished riding and then trudged up to the beach. We were about the same height and build. The only difference was that I was sort of a dark haired version of him.

“Donny,” he said, putting his hand out. “Zane,” I replied, taking his firm grasp.

We walked up a dirt road where we first went to his place. He told me to wait at the front while he ran upstairs to put his board away. He told me that he shared a place with a couple who lived on the ground floor. They were in Puerto Vallarta for two weeks.

“I live upstairs,” he pointed. “No windows, no doors.” “Nice,” I commented.

He walked me over to his friend who lived just a few houses down. Her name was Aunt Maria and she was a short Mexican lady. She smiled when she saw Donny and was happy to rent me a room. I paid her for one night and she gave me a key. She asked Donny to show me to the room.

We walked into a courtyard filled with palms and flowers and three private rooms.

“Looks like this is you,” Donny said, pointing to the third door. “Yep,” I nodded. “Thanks again, man.” “You got it,” he smiled, those eyes still on me. He was about to walk away but somehow neither of us wanted to part. We had forged some kind of connection. He broke the silence. “I don’t know if you’re into it, but I’ve got some herb if you want to stop by for session.” “Let’s do it,” I smiled. Before long, I was lounging at his balcony that was shrouded by a dark tapestry, smoking some fine Mexican weed. I sat on a low, firm rack of a bed that served as a table and couch in his meager flat. Donny sat on the floor. We passed the bowl a few rounds, talking and making small talk. He had a small cooler nearby where he pulled out two cold beers. Breakfast.

“I don’t know what it is, but I’m really calm around you,” he said. “Not a lot of outsiders have that affect.”

“That’s kind of strange, because I felt the same way,” I said. “You’re just a cool guy.” An awkward air hovered over us but instead of choking us, we breathed it in and went with the moment. Donny stepped up and sat himself on the rack next to me. He sat just an arms length away from me as he passed the bowl.

“It’s funny how sometimes people just come into your life,” he said smiling, his head slightly tilted.

“Yeah, you never know who you’re gonna meet,” I said, smiling back at him He smiled a half smile, his eyes looking into me. “Like you,” he said. “You would probably be on the next bus out of here if we didn’t meet.” We shared a laugh then a glance. His eyes pierced me again, expect this time, I pierced back, scanning his face and body. I was driven by something carnal, something strange and foreign. Something scary and exciting. I put my hand on his knee.

“I’m so glad you did that,” he said with relief. “I am too,” I replied, rubbing his thigh, still cool from the surf. “I don’t really know you,” he said, “But I wanna get to know you better.” He leaned a little closer to me. “How much better?” I asked, flashing a serious, but playful grin. With no words or preparation, he put his right hand over mine that was resting on his thigh, and put his left hand on my shoulder. We were both shirtless, our bodies heaving with anticipation. We both leaned in closer and soon our lips met, salt and saliva mixing in frenzy. My body shook with uncertainty and he pulled away suddenly looking into my eyes.

“Wow,” he sighed. Donny then stood up, his body firm and rigid, breathing heavily. He reached for my hand and brought me to my feet. Like magnets, we were drawn to each other. We stood face to face, eye to eye, and slowly our lips met again. Our hands explored each other’s chests and backs as we kissed with heated passion. Donny’s arms enveloped me as my hands went to his hips where I grabbed at his board shorts. He mimicked my hands and worked his way to my board shorts. He dug his hands into my ass with a firm grip and pulled my hips to his. He grinded me onto his board shorts where I felt exactly what was hiding in mine: a rock hard cock. We pulled away from our hot kiss and looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. We heaved, half in surprise, half in lust.

“I’ve never touched a guy this way,” I breathed into his ear. “Neither have I,” he said. “It feels really good.” A masculine energy suddenly took over us, guiding Donny to lift me up onto his bed where I stood, my abs at his head. He began nibbling at my nipples, and rubbing his stubbled face up and down my chest, all the while his hands firmly planted on my hips, every so often squeezing my ass. I watched as this golden man teased and tantalized me in a way I had never experienced.

“You’re a natural,” I moaned while stroking his hair and shoulders. “So are you,” he said looking up at me. “What next?” “I want to try some of that,” I said, looking his body up and down. I stepped down from the rack and put the tips of my fingers in his shorts, pulling him toward me. I began unlacing his board shorts, making him shiver with delight. He followed my action and began to undo mine. With just enough tugging, our damp fell to our ankles. We stood for moment, both admiring each other’s naked body and the swollen, red dick we were each wearing. We grabbed at each other again, this time with even more heat and fury as we kissed and embraced. Our dicks, the tips now moist and sticky, smashed in between our bodies, aching to be touched. I looked down at Donny’s cock, my breathing fast and my pulse rapid. I sat down on the rack and pulled him down next to me. No rehearsal, no direction – just instinct and desire led us to lie down, my head toward his feet, his feet toward my head. Our tongues began exploring each other’s torsos as we inched toward our furry belly buttons. My nose inched closer to his light brown mound of pubic hair as I felt his tongue already tracing the angle of my inner thigh. Our mouths went for each other’s pulsing cocks simultaneously. His knobby tip entered my mouth while mine was passing his moist lips. We began sucking and slobbering each other’s meat as though it were necessary for survival. Our hands explored each others legs and ass as we arched and moaned. Neither of us wanted to stop the heat. Fifteen hot minutes into our exploration, Donny began to shudder. He quickly pulled up from working on my dick and said, “I’m trying had not to come.” I released my mouth’s grip on his cock and told him to rub his dick on my stomach. I turned around, lied on my back and opened my legs as Donny quickly planted his hips over mine, my dick squeezing in underneath his hips. He began rubbing his slimy dick on my moist belly. My dick was just as eager. Donny looked down and grabbed both his and my cock and began stroking both with his able hands. I threw my head back in raw ecstasy. Donny moaned as he fell onto me, kissing my neck and shoulders. We both grinded on each other, our dicks pressing into each other’s stomach; thrusting in unison, we brought ourselves both to climax.

Donny looked at me urgently. “Come on me, man!” I shouted at him, sending my right hand behind him, grabbing his ball sack.

Donny threw his head back moaning as I pulled down and just then, a hot load of white jizz shot from his purple tip. He reached back and down and took hold of my balls and pulled with equal lust which triggered a flow of steamy cream from my dick.

We ground into each other with hot thrusts and grunts looking into each other’s eyes until our dicks were empty. Our bodies jerked in aftershock until our muscles went soft. Donny rolled off of me and onto the rack. His hand fell to my hips. Our bellies were glazed with our warm, earthy juices.

“Looks like I’m going to have to stay a few more days,” I smiled. “Yeah amigo,” Donny answered. “You’re not going anywhere.”