Gay Erotic Stories

All of us as US citizens will always remember the events of September 11, 2001 with a variety of feelings; anger, hate, sadness, triumph of the human spirit, etc. For me that day will remain all of the above and so much more. It will be a day when love triumphed over all. This is the true story of me (Raul), and my love, Ken. Ken and I had grown up in Connecticut and had been very dear friends all our lives. I was the rough and tumble kid always getting into trouble and Ken was my exact opposite. Even my parents loved it when Ken was around so that he could have some influence over me. As time passed, we both matured and grew into normal men of the world, both involved in sports and other activities. Ken, however, grew into a beautiful man. Imagine a six-footer, rust-brown hair, well built (not overly, though) and a hell of a personality. The next few years were about the same as any middle-class man in America, off with jobs and all the crap that adults deal with. We both went off in our different ways and did not see each other for some time. As far as I knew, Ken was quite the article with the women. Oh, somewhere in all of those years, I found out I was gay. It took me a couple of years to accept it and even now only a very tight inner circle of friends know that fact. As it turned out, both Ken and I began working in the downtown Manhattan area very close to the WTC towers. One day after work in the tail end of August, Ken lost his father to whom he was very close. After the funeral, we decided to hit a few bars and that is when Ken started to talk funny to me, asking me about my gay life and how I dealt with it and all those general questions. When we reached his apartment, he offered me some coffee and we talked till dawn. During the course of our talks, he broke down about his father and I went up to him and held him just to comfort him. It was then it hit me: the tender beauty of the man, his smell, his feel and his touch. For the first time I quivered and I guess he felt it too. All of a sudden I felt his hand run along my back and I nearly felt faint. Was this really happening? A guy I had known all my life was now here in my arms and all I felt was confusion. Anyhow a phone call soon interrupted us and he went away. Before leaving his apartment, he hugged me again. I could tell this was no friendly thank-you hug, but he did not pursue it further. On 9/11, I had taken the day off and watched as those events unfolded on the TV. I was in complete shock and was even more surprised when I got a call from Ken asking if he could come over that evening. I said that he could and that I could cook us up some supper, to which he agreed. When he came over that evening, again that hug! He kept rambling on about how the day had made him realize the things he had not said and done over the years and how he did not want to do that any more, how he wanted to be more honest about his feeling and all that. He then dropped the bombshell on me: He asked me if I loved him. ‘Ken I love you as a brother and a very dear friend,’ was all I could say, which was partially true. I had never thought of Ken as a romantic interest: somehow I feel mixing sex and friendship does not work too well for me. Then came the most beautiful kiss of my life. Ken leaned over to me, held me firmly by the arms and kissed me, very gently at first. He then slowly parted my lips and I could taste his tongue. Each flick of his tongue made me weaker. After that glorious moment, Ken got up and went towards the bedroom. All I could do was follow! I am the sensual kind of lover, so I was pleasantly surprised when I found that Ken took his time. Once on the bed, we kept kissing, while slowly removing our clothes. All this time the thought was running through my mind that Ken was straight and that maybe this was some kind of experimentation. I later found out that he discovered his sexuality in college. (Good old college: where would so many of us be without it?) Now completely naked we kissed each other until we had a good look at each other for maybe the first time in our lives. Ken, was gorgeous, had fur in all the right places and a sumptuous cock! It was 6” long and uncut. I am built about the same, but cut. He then went down to town, slowly, first teasing my balls and then going to work on my now rigid manhood. He sucked me so good; I knew immediately that he had to have done this before. At the same time, Ken placed a finger up my butt and began working his magic there too. He was massaging my prostate and soon I came in his mouth. He did not seem to mind and swallowed it all up. Ken then turned me over and asked if he could fuck me. All I could do was yell, ‘Yes, please, fuck me and fuck me hard!’ He began to lube me up with some of my lube next to my bed. When he was about to grab a condom, I said ‘No Ken, I want you to bareback me.’ I am sure that caught him by surprise, but he then greased up and proceeded to enter me. I am still pretty tight and so he first pressed his head against my hole. Slowly he pushed through, inch by inch, until he was completely in me. Ken then held himself in there for maybe a minute or two until I got used to him. Then with slow strokes, he fucked me. Oh, it felt good. I could feel his entire shaft go in and out. Boy, did he know how to fuck! After about 15 minutes, the pace really started to pick up. He then laid himself completely over me till our bodies were in a sense ‘united’. I could feel his breath on my neck, his nipples on my back, his pubes on my butt, and thighs over thighs. It was harmony; like making music. Slowly Ken turned me over, still inside me, until we were now facing one another. The pace of our lovemaking continued and through that he said something that still makes me weak. He said ‘Raul, I have always loved you, since we were kids!’ That’s when I started to cry. In all those emotions, I felt myself cumming and I told him so. He shouted out that he was close as well and asked me to hold on a bit longer. Finally his mouth firmly on mine, I felt myself shoot; five or six times and then I felt it for the first time: someone cumming inside me. Ken erupted; I could feel him burst! All those years of loving me, now fulfilled. This heady mix of pure raw passion and emotions of the day was too much for me to take and I guess I must have passed out, for the next thing I know, I was awake with Ken looking down on me. ‘Hello sleeping beauty,’ was all he said and I kissed him again. From that day on, Ken and I have begun our lives together. We now have bought our own apartment overlooking the New York City skyline. Not seeing the World Trade Center towers still hurts, but to me it marks the beginning of a beautiful chapter in my life. I must say that because of the events of that night I am filled with love rather than hate. Now I must go and cuddle up with my one true love, Ken. I hope all of you who read this find true love too.