Gay Erotic Stories

Best Fag (This is intended for the viewing and reading pleasure of adults NOT offended by romantic, sensual and sexual involvement between men. Let me know what you think: manluver8@aol.com) ====================== It's Friday, and I'm horny, sitting in front of a computer screen, and my breathing deep and labored. My pulse is quick, and I'm hot. I've been surfing the web downloading hot man-sex pictures in a secluded corner of the corporate library. I'm 32, 5'7" and weigh 150 pounds. I'm single, don't cruise for sex and am basically romantically and sexually frustrated. What else am I supposed to do? My cock is so hard in my jeans, it feels like it'll break off any moment if I don't rearrange it in my pants. I wait a bit for my hard cock to deflate, or else everyone's gonna notice it poking at the cloth of pants. People would think, there goes another black boy/man with sex on his mind, a sex maniac--can't trust them. The sight wouldn't be all embarrassing, if another horny queer saw it as I walked through the stacks. Hell, his mouth would be watering and he'd be all hot-n-bothered, wishing he could take care of me. Anyway, I get the print-out of that hot story I chose from the Nifty Archive, and I'm ready to go. "I better take a leak before I go." I think to myself. As I approach the john, I bump into a big guy named "Lex". He's 5'9" tall, about 40 whom I've seen him around the corporation. Lex has brown eyes and brown curly hair that's cut even all over so that none of it hangs at any length at all. He doesn't work in my division, but somehow I've learned who he is. All he knows is that I work there, as he's seen me so often, and there's really not much else about me he's ever been interested in. "He's probably one of those straight boys who's so irresistibly handsome and masculine, but so fucking uptight about being "more MAN thou". I think. "I'd better use the stall, cause he's gonna go for the furthest urinal, like I'm some kind of creep. Like I need him and he doesn't want me. I hate that!"" So I head for the last stall. There are three, besides the handicapped accessible one, -- they face each other on opposite walls. I go into the last one that faces the handicapped stall. Surprisingly, this guy goes into the one right next to mine. "Now, I gotta sit down for a bit, cause I don't want him to think I'm so fucked up that I don't like pissing at urinals," I say to myself. We both have pissed out and are just sitting there. I don't know what he's up to. I've done it with guys in t-rooms before, but I don't know about this. He's good-looking and probably has a huge dick, but we're both at work. This could be a problem if I judge him incorrectly. Would Human Resources find out? What would happen? "Hey buddy." comes his husky voice. I'm silent. "Yo man." He says again. Still no response from me. I get up, pull my pants up, and get ready to run the hell out of there. Entrapment is not what I need, and definitely not from a fucker as big as this dude! I open my door and ready myself to dart for the bathroom exit as fast as I can. But just as I turn to run, Lex's stall door swings open, and he snatches me off balance. Just that moment's hesitation is all he needs to get his arm around my neck and pull me into his stall. He holds me close and I can't swing to get free. We strain against each other for a bit, but I realize that it's useless. He uses his arms - one on either side of me - to prop himself up, as he leans into the stall door. "Listen you fag, I know what you want. You want me, don't you?" I'm surprised at what's happened, that it takes me a second to realize that his pants are still down to his knees, his shirt is open and a thick veined cock is jutting out from his crotch, as he's standing there in front of me. His cock looks angry like it's gonna split if it gets any fatter. It's just the kind of penis I dream about sucking, the kind that doesn't leak much pre-cum but shoots a gallon at orgasm. I've hesitated long enough for him to gain control of the situation, and he knows I'm not gonna do anything crazy, or anything at all for that matter unless he directs me. He smiles and looks me in the eyes, and lifts my chin with his huge powerful hand. "I've seen you around man and I can't count the times I've cum at home, thinking about doing you." He leans over and kisses my nose. I do nothing but stand there, so he kisses my eyebrows and locks the latch of his stall door at the same time. "Shit, what if someone comes in?" I urge in fear. Someone's gotta think sensibly with their mind cause our bodies sure as hell can't think, as hungry as they are for each other. Lex's pants fall to the floor, and he crushes me to his body, his hard pole poking between my clothed legs. Like in slow motion, he leans his almost too-handsome white face into mine and totally swallows my brown lips. He forces his tongue through my lips and into my throat and there's nothing I can do but let it happen, to let this man have me and hope that he'll treat me right. Well I guess I could resist, but that's not either of us want. I'm surprised thus far not only that he's so turned on to me, but that I'm as turned on to him. I never thought I'd be this attracted to an older white guy like Lex. And him, he's done his part crossing the clorox line for what he wants. We really should get the heck out of the john before we're caught, and I kind of feel uncomfortable with his agressiveness. I try pushing away from him, but his arms are too strong. Finally, after I've caressed his tongue with my own and surrendered my body to his grip, he stops the kiss by retracting his tongue from the depth of my mouth, but holds me tight in his arms. This is wild, he's white and I'm black and fuck, we're in a fucking bathroom where we work! It's bad enough that we're in the same stall, but his pants and underwear are at his ankles and he's sporting a very mean looking penis. He laughs, and I look at him incredulously, "I've wanted to do that since, well, since forever!" Lex is giddy and I can't mistake that he is telling me the truth. "You follow me," he says looking directly into my eyes, conveying a message that says "you're in deep shit if you don't". So there I am following this man out of the john, through the library and out into the parking lot. I can't focus on thoughts of running if I'd been paid to. All I can think about is where are we going and why does he want to do anything with me? I'm black, I'm smaller than him, and he's definitely taken control of the situation and of me. Normally I'm either equal or the dominant partner--but here, Lex has dominated me and awaken a strange call in me to submit. I feel as though he is pulling me in by tractor beam. His building isn't too far, and before long I'm in his office and he's locking the door. "Strip, bitch," he says to me. I look at him like he's gone crazy. "Oh good, here we go, a white man disrespecting me." I think to myself. I begin to protest "Wait a fuckin' minute, I'm no bitch and I....!" Impatiently he cuts in, "Listen 'Mr. Black and In Charge', 'Mr. Black Top', this is what I need from you. I need you naked and laying on the floor so I can lick your pretty brown body from your neck to your booty. This is for you and me. I've never done it with a man before, I ain't gonna suck that cock. I don't want to hurt you with my cock, so the next best thing is to do what I normally like to do." Now I know what the transaction is. What I get out of this is, I get off. The drawback is that I must submit to him. But the added benefit is that he will not try to poke me in the ass with his battering ram. For him, he will get off for the first time with another man, a real man, doing something more than just jacking off, and he maintains control. With this understanding, we both look at each other in a face-off until I smile and start unlacing my shoes. Lex is all smiles, like a kid in a candy store and my cock is getting rock hard with the thought of being naked in this till now, "straight" white guy's office. I wonder how many of his white friends would be mortified to know he 'lowered' himself to fuck with me, a man, and 'stooping' even lower to fuck with a black man. Once I'm totally naked, I lay down and wait. He's standing there pumping his thick meat. "No real straight guy's cock gets excited like that about another man little Lex," I say tauntingly. "And I take it that you know these things first--hand, you queer?" he retorts. He pulls off his underwear, the last of his clothes that are now in a pile by the door. "I don't care what we are, get your mouth on my cock." He's standing there above me, with his back to my face. From this angle he really looks like a tower, two towers. The larger one vertical and the smaller horizontal. He lowers himself and I open my mouth. I think to myself, "I can handle this. This is a good dick for sucking, thick and long - a mouthful." "Yea, suck that cock man!" he whispers huskily to me. "Aw, fuck that looks so good! Shit, my whole white cock is in your brown mouth man. That's what my dick needs, a black man!" I suck and suck, knowing that his cock is wrapped in hot saliva and milking oral sensations. This is what it feels like when a pro cock-sucker does his thing. I'm so good that he gets to the cliff faster than anticipated. "Whoa, you're too good man! I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." I stop, not wanting it to end so soon. "Might I ask if you're gonna repay the favor?" I ask him, forgetting what he said earlier. "Yea, you can ask, but I'm not gonna do it. That was good, I'll see I'll see you later. Get up and get dressed." He reaches for his clothes and I look at him like he's the shit of the earth, like I wish I could wring his neck. But after a second, he bursts out laughing. "Don't look so dejected 'Mr. Macho'. If you get up on my desk, I'll show you a real good time." I smile but say, "Listen, stop the playing around. If you want to get off, let's do that and get this over with." This lack of control is not what I'm used to and it is beginning to show again. I do get up and sit on his desk. He wraps his hand around my throbbing penis and pumps it a few times. "That's the first time I've ever touched another guy's cock. Get up on your knees and turn around." This dude is going for my ass. "Man, I ain't into fuckin', what you gonna do?" I ask. His reply is, "I told you, I have to do what's most natural for me or I might never try it with a guy again." Up and around I go, in position and before I can get locked in a comfortable position, I feel warm breath in my ass crack. This is a freaky feeling. This is another place where I have total control, but I can't stop that air from hitting me between the cheeks. The sight is spectacular. Firm brown globes with a sprinkling of soft, silky black hairs line each side of my ass hole from just below my balls to my upper crack. "Shit, whoever the fuck made ass this beautiful committed a crime. This kind of shit makes me want to be queer," Lex said. I'm surprised at his raunchy confession, but even more surprised as my ass hole is licked by his tongue. I imagine what this looks like if I were out of body. There before me is a black man, at his place of employment but in someone else's office--naked and kneeling on a desk as a hunky white man. The white man is crouched down behind him and his face is partially hidden from sight because it's between the black man's cheeks. This scene it too exciting, and it causes me to wiggle my butt. *SLAP!* "Yea, I'm in my office licking your butt, your sweet brown-sugary ass. Turn so I can get on the desk with you," Lex directs after he slurps and munches a bit. "Lex is a crazed ass-eater." I whisper as I squat over his mouth. He growls and chews my anal lips till they almost hurt. Lex is possessed, lusting for my male butt-hole. "Of fuck, this is too much! I feel like I'm a fuckin' woman over my man," I pant. My cock is so hard that it hurts. "It's okay Shy, you can feel like this if you want." Lex says. Slowly my mind accepts the permission I've been given to let go and enjoy the feelings. Lex pulls his mouth off my hole and says in his manly voice, "Yea, I want you to know what those broads feel like while I'm eating their cunts. Tell me, what does it feel like, I don't believe them when I ask cause they're women, they're wired to like it. You tell me, we're men. I'll believe you - just tell me the truth." "Put your mouth back on my pussy. That's what it feels like Lex. It feels like I have a pussy and I need you to suck and eat it to kingdom come." *THWACK!* He smacks my buns again. "Sweet bitch, man! I love that idea! I wanna make you feel good. I wanna make you like it!" That last sentence is kind of muffled cause it's spoken with half his tongue inside my rectum! This dude is going ape wild, man! I worry if he's going too far for what he can handle, being formerly straight and all. But then I think, "this is a grown man, he knows what he wants and we wouldn't be here if he didn't really want this." Lex's hands are on my thighs trying to pull my kneeling form more onto his mouth. I reach down and play with his lonely dick. "Is Lex eating his black boy's ass? Has Lex found the macho black dude who wants to be a secret pussy-boy, hugh?" I ask him these things all the while sitting full on his mouth. I'm going mind-fucking crazy and just can't get enough. "Eat cunt, you fucker!" This is a strange kind of aggression that I've not experienced before. *SLAP!* His hand hits my ass again. We both are facing off with each other, or at least with my ass and his face. Who will submit? Will he eat, tongue and suck my ass hole into submission, or will my hole take control of him and put him in his place? At that moment he was already convinced that he must eat my dark butt and tangy hole again this week as soon as possible and maybe this weekend if I'd come over to his house. Lex just can't get enough, of the taste of my hole. "Are you queer yet Lex? Do you know your place in life is to eat male 'pussy'? It's just you and me babe, we can feel whatever we want." I know that I'm feeling very queer, like I need this kind of sex for the rest of my life. This is what I've been missing by rejecting my natural desires. No more will I continue posing as straight. I have a right to be myself and love a man. Fuck race, I have a right to love a white man if he loves me. I turn my thoughts to Lex to share my newly accepted feelings. Maybe he's like me. Who knows? I think to myself, "Please Lex, go queer for me man. Don't let me be the only one in this trip who let's go of his macho hang-ups."" Having my ass eaten has awakened imaginations of the forbidden. Black guys never let white guys fuck them. They have to be tough, more macho than white dudes, make white men feel uncomfortable, guilty for their privileged place in life. Black men have to make white men feel like they are a threat to their white advantage. But here I am, a black man. What threat am I? I'm naked in this man's office and on his desk. He's naked underneath me as he totally makes oral love to my butt. "God, your ass tastes so fuckin' good Shy!" Lex pants. "I could eat you out all night. I know what you want me to be, you want me to be a fag like you, but I can't. I don't know, I'm confused dude. Let's just get off with me enjoying your butt." Lex continues to slurp and sniff at my anus. He runs his hands up and down my glistening brown back and over my meaty chocolate melons. "Mmm, good cunt back here baby," Lex says as he comes up for air. He pokes his index finger in me and pulls it out just as I start to clamp down on it. He's put so much spit back there that I'm thoroughly lubed. "Are you trying to fuck me?" I ask while looking over my shoulder. If I jack him off I'll avoid getting fucked, but why do I still protest? I love what he's doing on me right now, and hell, it's queer! "I know you're trying to make me cum, but I'm not coming till you do," Lex says. That's another thing I learned with the female bitches, never cum before she does -- but if you do, eat her cunt right into paradise so she feels good. Now if you make me cum, like the good man-woman you are Shy, then you've got to let me totally suck the hell out or your ass. That's the way I do it with girls. "Shit, I'm gonna cum Lex if you keep this up!" Lex is now holding my cheeks apart and ramming his tongue through my sphincter. "Yea, you my male-bitch? Surrender your hole to me man, this is the only way I can be queer with you." Lex says. "Wink that brown butt-mouth at me baby. Show me I'm a real man and that you need me back there. Tell me that I'm your white man, Shy. Tell me you'll stay proud of being a masculine queer. Tell me you'll be proud of me, as your white man who loves your black ass. Tell me Shy! Please!" Lex says, drunk with fuck-lust. He waits to hear from me, but all I can do is pant and gasp for breath. Lex thinks to himself, "shit what the hell am I doing? how have I gotten this far into queer sex? Am I sick? I don't feel sick. Can I really be a total man and totally crave another man like this? Guess now is the time to see - here I go, Lex the fag." Lex knocks my knees further apart so that my dick is now pressed into his stomach and my buns are spread obscenely. "Shy?" he calls to me. I've got his cock down my throat again and it takes me a second to get unhooked. "Yea Lex?" He wraps his arms around my lower back and completely buries his tongue into my rectum. "Oh god-damn!" I almost shout, it feels so good. "Oh god Shy, I can't believe how I'm rimming you man -- me, the woman's man!" I turn around and I know what I want to do once we're face to face. Like me, Lex knows what he's getting into and now says with confidence: "Shy, I'm your man, if you're mine." We both smile and kiss a long deep tongue kiss. I still lay on top of him fully from crotch to chest, my spread legs drawn up along his sides. He hugs me to him with one white hand on my black ass crack and the other on the back of my head. His thick creamy dong standing up and throbbing under my brown balls. This is male love, the way it should be, but Lex breaks the moment. "With that out the way, get that sweet whore nooky back here on my mouth so I can get it ready for our first weekend. I'm gonna be the best fag you've ever had!"