Gay Erotic Stories

To describe myself and the type of person I am. I am 20 years old when I am writing this story, and I have been sexually active for the past year or so. I don’t known when I realized my attraction to guys, but until this day, I still don’t classify myself as a gay, neither bi or straight. But rather just another guy attracted to males 60% of the time and women 40% of the time. I am a varsity student. One day, I somehow decided to surf the net and ended up on a South African gay site, and I saw there was a personals section. I answered several ads and in less than 20 minutes, there was a reply. I was excited, yet scared at the same time, as I had never done anything like this before. So, this guy said his name was Sean and was 29 years old. He was white and 1.75m tall and slim in build, so I replied. It seemed like we were both looking for sex with no strings attached, so I gave him my number, just like that. He said he was going to call me at 7 PM. About 5 PM, I went to my residence and I had my dinner, took a shower and waited for his call. It’s been a while, so I don’t remember what I was wearing and all that stuff. Promptly at 7 PM, he called me and told me he was in the varsity area, and the location he was parked in. He gave me his car description and I went to meet him. I spotted the car, walked along side, opened the door and got it. Here was this young, white guy, fairly good looking with boyish looks. Blonde hair and blue eyes. I am a black guy and about 1.82m tall, mass about 70kg, very good looking, the colour of coffee with some cream, but not too much. Judging by what I see in the mirror, what other people say, and the number of women I have shagged, plus the number of gay men who would do anything to have me (more about that later). I am very masculine, though I don’t go to the gym, but I have a great body with a flat stomach, very little body fat, and my skin and body are very smooth. So, after the introduction and a mutual understanding of our needs, we went to his place and we had a small chat about what I was studying. I found out that he was working in IT and so on, yada, yada, yada… He gave me something two drink. While I looked at some of his pictures, he went to his stereo unit to put on some music and stuff. Then, I saw some magazines and started paging through them. I asked if he had some videos and stuff. I kept on commenting on how good looking the guys in the mags were, and their sexy bodies. He said he had some really good porn and did I want to see it. I was eager, as I really had never seen any gay porn before. We went to his room. He put on a video and I was immediately horny. He sat next to me and then we started kissing. It was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I was scared, yet I wanted to do it. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, then he got on top of me and started kissing my body. He went for my 18cm dick and was sucking it like mad, and I was really enjoying it. I was so horny, I wanted him to fuck and I told him so. He went and got some condoms and lube. He lubricated my ass, put on a condom, and he inserted his dick in my ass straight away. That was the most painful experience of my life—more painful that having my dick cut with a spear when I finally got circumcised! I told him to stop, because the pain was unbearable. Then he tried again. I changed positions into doggy style, and he inserted again. It was still quite painful, but a lot more bearable. He started stroking me gently, and I got used to the pleasures of what he was doing. It was so great and enjoyable, that when he came, I also came. We both lay there panting, tired and totally spent. He got up and got a towel and we cleaned ourselves up. That was my first time having sex with a guy. We still wanted to do it again, so we went at it shortly thereafter. It started with some more passionate kissing, then I wanted to experience the pleasure of fucking him. I lubed his ass and my dick, he turned around, and I inserted my dick in his ass. It was so pleasurable, and his ass was so tight, that I stroked less than 20 times and then I came. He didn’t come with me, but then he started wanking. At this stage of the game, I was feeling so shitty, cursing everything I had just done, and I wanted to go home. I wanted nothing to do with the guy, and I thought I would never forgive myself for the whole ordeal. So, he never came and I refused to touch him, nor let him touch me any longer, not in a harsh manner, but in as polite a manner as I could muster. I stated that I had to go back to varsity, as I had assignments and some serious shit to submit the following day. So, he took me home. I got there, took a shower, and went straight to sleep, trying to block out the thoughts of the night’s events in my head. Okay, now I’m tired and the rest of my experiences will be submitted later during the week. Keep watching this section. If you have any comments to share with me please email: makh@gay.com