Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Daniel Alopett. And this is the story of my journey across the fence. Although most scholars would contend that it is quite improbable, I thought of myself different at a very early age, six or seven probably. Even at the age when I realized that there was me and the rest of the universe I knew that I was born not to please women, but to please and be pleased by men. Something told me that it was just natural for me, but something else told me otherwise. Illegal at the least. Forbidden at the most. I was born the only child of a rich family. A strong and wise father, a caring and loving mother, and vibrant and busy household of which I was the center. Work and business always brought my parents to far off places, leaving me alone with the rest of the house and the staff. I never did once regret the loneliness. For I was seldom lonely. In a big house such as ours, there was much to be done. And with the imagination of a child, the activities and adventures seemed endless. Probably in those idle moments, I found out that I was gay. I would later read in psychology books that what happened to me in my childhood was perfectly normal, but then it seemed like the biggest adventure of all. By now, we sure have experienced or at least heard of homosexual encounters between young boys of the same age groups. Not the ones we do now, but the milder versions like mutual masturbation or sixty-nine. And it usually happened over some recently discovered porno flick in ones father's closet. My initial encounter happened as such, with Levi, the son who is about my age, of our Jewish cook. Having no brothers and sisters, I always insisted on Levi being with me all the time. He was not part of the kitchen staff as most of the young boys of the household were. He was my playmate. I could not exactly remember the first time sex happened between Levi and me. All I remembered that it was not memorable. Just like an afternoon playing with my GI Joe action figures. It started with fondling then it eventually developed into sixty nine. But we never really got anything out of it, and each encounter would end when we got tired or the novelty ran out. We did it anywhere dark, when we felt like it. But the feeling would leave just as it came. Eventually, our play-sex would end . And Levi and I would part ways, me into the upper society into which I was born, and he into the fields. I thought our paths would never cross again. Our time together left one thing, though; my forever interest in men. Sure I have seen adult penises even at a young age. My father's smut magazines and porno tapes always provided the opportunity for such. In fact, these were the things that brought Levi and I together in the first place. But after Levi left, I felt that I should go and see a live one for myself. I was a hyperactive child, and for that my mother decided not to assign me a governess. No woman could ever put up with the things I did. The things I considered fun bordered on the cruel and the insane. If it were not for my innocent, angelic looks, I would have passed for the devil's spawn. For the sake of discipline and safety, my mother assigned one of the young men from the household to be my watcher. His name was Billy and he was about seven years older than me. I never paid much attention to him with Levi around. And he did not bother us. But when the time came for Levi to go back to the kitchens, it was him who I had around. Billy was a ruggedly handsome individual. I could see that he would become a hot stud in the future. He was powerfully built but not bulky like some of the muscle bound oafs I saw in the fitness magazines. He had a certain grace to him, a proletarian appeal rarely seen in one so handsome. Only a few of the men I would later meet ever had his appeal. He was the kind of person who was rough and gentle at the same time; like the man you would want trapped on a deserted island with, or the man with whom you always imagined having a forbidden affair. And the fact that I had some semblance of power over him -- by virtue of my father -- made it all the more appealing. Billy's was the first live penis I saw. I was studying that night in the study room, and so was Billy. My mom always thought he had potential to succeed so she sponsored his schooling. In his free time he was either with me or working in the fields with his friends. It was an art project I was doing and I was pretty much intent in finishing it that night. Billy was probably doing some math problems while making sure that I finish my work. The night was humid and the wide open window afforded us an impossibly slow breeze. Billy's shirt was off and so was mine. I had just taken my bath and was fresh, but Billy had a thin veneer of sweat hanging on to every inch of his exposed skin. It made him look like a golden god doing some problems on paper. He sat opposite me at the study table but he never looked up. He was so intent in solving his problems. I stared at him for a long time. And my devious mind began clicking. I knew I wanted to get that prize in his pants. Quickly, I allowed a crayon to roll over his side of the table. It probably fell somewhere on his lap. Before he could get up and look for it, I volunteered to the search. He looked at me and continued with his math problems. I bent down and looked for it on the floor. Although I could see it already, I feigned my search and continued looking at the enormous bulge in his shorts and the thin line of hair that trailed from within to his abdomen and chest. "I don't see it," I said. "Try looking harder," he replied, "or you will just have to settle for another color, kiddo." I steeled my self for the next thing that I was supposed to do. "I think you hid it in your shorts," I declared with as much authority as a spoiled brat can have. Without warning, my hand began feeling the bulge in his shorts. He dropped his pen in shock. He looked at me with a wild expression and opened his mouth, probably to object. But he could only stare in silence. I put my other hand on his mouth to silence him. All the time I never took my eyes off his. He could see that I was the boss here, and that I was very determined. I opened his zipper, and began kneading a semi-hard penis through the fabric of his briefs. He shifted uneasily on his chair. I wet two of my fingers and followed his happy trail of hair from his belly button down. I lowered his briefs with my two hands. I never took my eyes of his face and he was biting his lower lip. Nervous. I bent close to his ears and whispered, "I want to take it off." He did not respond. I began pulling on both the shorts and his briefs. At first he wouldn't budge, but through my insistence, he lifted his butt off the chair and I slid the shorts and briefs clean off his legs. His penis was at its hardest by then. Now it was my turn to be shocked. Boy! It was big. Despite his shocked face and the clammy sweat that had suddenly enveloped his body, I could sense the pervading heat coming from his loins. I bent down and wrapped two hands around the circumference of his cock. I could not hold it with just one. And I began imitating the women I saw in the porno flicks. I liked the entire length of his shaft and bathed it with my saliva. He was shifting uneasily now. I took both of my hands and began running them up and down vigorously. I looked up at him again. but he was not looking at me. His head was turned up to the ceiling. A trail of sweat found its way from his chin, in between his powerful chest, and into his crunched abs. With my hands still doing their work, I tried to swallow his head. I could not, so I settled to licking it like and ice cream cone. I could hear Billy's rugged and shallow breaths now. I could feel his balls harden under my gentle grip. I stopped my licking and begin kissing his inner thighs. He squirmed. I ran my face against his pubic hair, smelling the sweet musky odor of his being, something totally alien to me. I went back to working on his cock head. I must have went on for some time, and I was getting tired. Like the sexual trysts between Levi and me, this was getting nowhere. As much as I tried, I could not seem to satisfy him. In exasperation, I stopped. I wiped his cock clean, and studied its great form in detail; the veins that ran from base to tip, the bulbous head, and the piss hole from which some drops of alien liquid occasionally came (I have not masturbated yet, nor have I experienced orgasm so I did not know). I then took his right hand and placed it around his own penis. He took some tentative jerks. Then he spit on his palm, and this time bathed his own penis with his spit. It was shiny again. He began jerking himself off. I was so amazed that I laid my face on his abs to see everything up close. I could hear the squishes that his hand made. He went fasted and faster. I could feel the vibrations of his strength across the sides of my cheek. His cock head was swollen to enormous proportions. Suddenly his vigorous beating stopped. And I felt his abs tighten into a strong knot. His shallow breaths became one deep sigh. And out from his penis came white hot drops of the alien liquid. It splattered across my face. Some flew even to his face and beyond. I wiped some of it from my eyes. I licked my lips clean of it. It tasted salty, and it smelled like chlorine. I got off his abs and reached for the towel. I could see that Billy's eyes were closed and his cock was shrinking slowly. The wrinkles was already starting to return to his cock head. I wiped my face clean and wiped the traces of the liquid of his body and face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing returned to normal. I had seen the women in the porn flicks do this, so I reached up and put my lips squarely on his. I did not know how to kiss yet so I was clumsy. But he was obviously well versed on such. With his eyes still closed, he placed his hands across the back of my neck and pulled me closer. His tongue then invaded the caverns of my own mouth. It felt alien and altogether strange. I savored it for a moment, out of curiosity, and I pulled away. He opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment, without speaking. Then he looked away. I reached for his shorts and threw it at him. Without me telling him, he began to put it on. The heat of the night was dissipating and it was back to me the spoiled brat, and him the watcher. I declared I was retiring to bed. He just nodded wordlessly and went back to studying. I held my breath as I closed the door behind me. I could not believe the things I just did. I closed my eyes and committed Billy, his cock, and the night into my memories. (to be continued) email: alopett@mailcity.com