Gay Erotic Stories

This is a true story. I never knew I was gay until I reached 13. I know I admired a lot of boys whom I play with, slept with at camps, or even sit beside with in school. Somehow, my family had a way of telling that I was different from the others: I don't play "hard" sports, I can't even handle a ball. I'd watch all feel-good movies or TV shows but basketball. I don't even understand how one derives pleasure from bouncing a stupid ball. Anyway, until I reached high school, I often felt crushed anytime they'd tease me in family gatherings or in public that I sometimes act, speak and move "effeminate". I'd run and cry, but soon get over with it. Today, the teasing stopped after I finished college and got myself a decent job. I was awakened about my sexuality when my uncle, my mother's youngest brother, stayed and lived with us at home. He almost grew up with my elder brothers though he's six years my senior. He'd talk aloud with crazy stories about his fag teachers, fag acquaintances, and end up teasing me instead. Oftentimes, we play around and I let him fondle me. I never knew what it meant then … until one time while watching TV at the living room his hands rubbed the insides of my thigh and went up further. I was tickled but I didn't move. He suddenly shuddered and removed his hands. "Ohh-wa!! YOU'RE HOT!" Then he'd flash his grin, his white teeth, then end up laughing at me. One time, our bathtub broke, so everyone had to use the one near the kitchen. This room was in good order, except for the door, which was made of a single galvanized iron sheet mounted in a wooden frame. It was rusting and had several holes because of years on non-use. At that time, I observed that my uncle, whom I greatly admired because of his good looks, incredible body, and hairy legs, often takes a shower every 9 PM. When I saw him grab a towel from his closet, I knew it was time to get there ahead of him. The pathway leading to the other bathroom was extremely dark, one can sit along there without being noticed by anyone passing by. Only when he got inside and closed the door that he switched on the light. I went closer to the door and looked for the largest hole I can find. When I peeped inside, I knew I was right. He would take a shower! He was standing below the shower, his back behind the door when I saw him peel off his shirt first, then I saw the hairs on his armpits. It was black. He looked so sexy. When he turned around, I noticed that his chest had few hairs, except for those dark line of hairs below his navel. Then he slowly took off his shorts, I saw that he also had the same dark and thick curly hairs behind his thighs. When he made a slight turn in my hole's exact direction, he suddenly lowered the last piece he had on. "Ohhh-wwaa!" I said to myself, so that's where all the hairs meet! The dark line of hairs below his navel plunged into a jet black forest of public hair which nestled his cock which I have longed dreamed of catching even the shortest glance. His was the first cock I ever saw live and moving. Now I have seen his full glory! His cock, though limp, was so big. His balls were so huge I feel ashamed if I were to stand beside him naked today. My own cock was twitching in my own pants, wanting to break free. I feel my pre-cum soaking my undies, oh will this ever end! I was alert, sensing whether someone would come behind and catch me. My uncle turned on the shower and I saw the water cascading down from his hair into his face, down to his muscled built. His ass cheeks were glistening as I stared closely for the next few minutes on how he soaped his his body and rinsed it off. He cleansed his cock, those buns, and those hairy armpits as well. How lucky the soap is, treading the glorious path I'd only feel in my fantasies. If I did not help my uncle take a bath with a soap in my dreams, I often wished the soap were me. After he finished the showers, he'd grab fresh new towels and dry himself off. I knew I would be caught anytime if I did not move my butt right away and leave but I can't help myself from staring at his huge cock which sometimes gets hard when stimulated by the soft towel. Seconds before he'd wrapped himself with a towel, I'd rushed towards the light into my room and jerk myself off, reliving again the memory of my uncle taking a bath. I did this every night for a couple of weeks, before he finally left to work in Japan where his company had office. After several years, he went home to marry some girl everyone in the family hardly knew. He planned to tie the knot in Manila, where her bride-to-be lives. He asked me to travel there a night before the wedding ( I can't get any earlier, I had work), and told he had me in mind to emcee his wedding program. I got there late in the night, and found him and his bride in the hotel where he stayed since he arrived. Since the place was almost booked with his other foreign guests and visitors, he told me to stay in his room instead and share the bed with his bride. (Hey, we're family, Jamie doesn't mind) His bride, him and me in the large bed on the day before his wedding…. Ohhhh-waa! Until this day, no one in the family know I'm gay, or so I think.