Gay Erotic Stories

This was my third year in college and I was really enjoying my major. I was now twenty and rather mature for my age. Stood at a strict five ft. eleven, and had an amazing figure. Devoted a lot of time to working out, but never neglected my other duties. I admit to being a very handsome young man, not simply by referring to my own mirror yet to the impact I have on people. I started to get heavily cruised at the age of sixteen, but discovered my attraction to men somewhere around fourteen. Strange enough spite all the success I had in society, I had still not gotten laid at twenty, not even kissed a guy. Although had flirted with girls before, but always turned them down when it got to fucking. Furious they were, but alas I couldn’t be of any assistance! Moving on to guys, I had more than a million chances but was too stubborn to give in. I always made it a point to leave early enough for college to meet the morning rush hour and enjoy the beautiful executive men driving past. Most times I met this beautiful middle-aged hunk and on several occasions we exchanged glances but nothing else. Could be admiring one another’s' cars and the curiosity to identify whom was behind the wheel, but one thing I know he made me bust my nuts every night at bedtime. On this particular day. I was running very late for class for my dad pinned me down to share his morning coffee. By the time I got behind the wheel it was already twenty five past seven. Class starts at eight. I stormed out the main gate like an injured animal when my cell went off and my dad asked me to slow down. Hung up and ignored it. Put my foot down firm on gas and roared through the streets. Didn’t take me much time to get from the suburbs to midtown, and as I flew downwards with my headlights on, cars just pulled aside to allow the driver from hell to get there alone without getting them hurt. (Thank you Beirut for not having speed limits.) Out of one junction came a car and to my surprise he was on time with me after missing him for almost a fortnight. Had to keep going today for I was already in trouble. A bad habit I have is I rarely look through my driving mirror, yet do it occasionally. Squeezed through downtown traffic as people cursed and waved, but who cared? Married the highway instantly and was now going big time. Between cars, all along ignoring anything called brakes. (Our streets get really dangerous sometimes when a few drivers like myself hit the road hurrying somewhere.) Half way I glanced through the mirror and there it was; the black Bentley cutting through the asphalt with its headlights on. Did not take it personal, but in no way was I allowing that driver to overtake me. I then started going overboard. My legs shook with stress as I sped and he followed. Was a very good driver matter of fact, he didn’t keep up with me all along though, but never lost track. I had one extra quality he hadn’t, MADNESS. He pulled up right in time as I entered the university gate, but stopped because entrance was restricted, and I watched him fade through my mirror as I drove deeper in. We never crossed paths for almost another month, meanwhile he had not left my mind ever since. Looking forward to meeting him in traffic proved worthless; so got over it. One Saturday leaving a shopping center, a car had totally blocked my way by parking right behind me. (Forgot to mention no parking laws either.) Hailed the security guy and waited for a long while before I saw an immaculately dressed gentleman walk close. My heart beat faster and my rage had gone down automatically at such a wonderful sight. I leaned by my door, he stopped exactly next to me and landed a sharp slap on my face! Shocked? Like hell I was, my second move was pulling a pistol from my waistline underneath my shirt and pinning it to his midsection asking him who the fuck he thought he was? Instead, he drew closer, held my hand, approached my ear and said, "Are you that fed up with life to cut through the roads at such speed last April 11th? And if you are capable of hitting the trigger I hand you my life!" I was overwhelmed as people started forming a crowd but he was quick enough to pull a piece of paper out and slam it into my palm as he went for his sparkling Jaguar and drove off! All along the road I felt humiliated, nothing I’ve experienced before! Something about that man was different, where did I know him from? A familiar face but and unknown source. Remembering the card which was now in my pocket; I pulled it out and read through. Everything about him was on there in printed form with an exception of some freshly written scripts. It read:" You shot me on November 16th of 93 and the law says you owe me. The black Bentley." I held my cheek where he had slapped me not so long ago and kissed my hand so passionately. For once in my adult life did I feel as vulnerable. The man must have written on there before he entered the shopping center, brief; had planned his task perfectly. To call I never got myself to do it, yet all the same never knew tranquility for the next two weeks. At the night club exactly two weeks later, a hand grabbed me and dragged me so discretely out of the crowd and into the lobby. It was him, he spoke in a low voice like usual and asked, “Why didn’t you call?” I shot back, “I had other things to do and also misplaced your card! So excuse me!” As I turned to leave (attitude and nothing else).He grabbed my hand and insisted we had to talk as I turned my attention to arrivers and waved back to friends who had just walked in. Got really pissed and his stunning blue eyes had narrowed by the time I turned my attention back to him. He squeezed my hand and said, “Spoiled brat, starting from your flashy Benz convertible. to your attitude and whatever follows, I need to talk to you privately so wait for me here ,I’ll be right back. He left and so did I. Nothing unusual, I was definitely not waiting for anyone, anywhere! Made my way to the bar and seated myself. Fished a conversation with my neighbour and at the same time screened the place. Finally spotted him standing next to a table with a dozen couples on it, while he held a lady's hand and was talking to her. Next he gave her a kiss on the lips, waved to his group and made his move. I kept where I was and watched him walk through the crowd as they stared at him. The man was an adonis. Even the lady he had just kissed raped him with her eyes till she could see him no more! Made him wait for at least twenty minutes, when I pretended to be heading for the gents. He was leaning against the wall when I got to the lobby and had his legs crossed. Picked up pace and followed me into the gents. Spun me around and I spun back to track and continued by saying I had to pee. Slammed the door and there he went for another wait. Never complained yet rather held on till I had washed my hands then grabbed me firm and said we're leaving now and together. I objected at first while on the inside it was a wish come true. Then went back to agree on plan but on condition that I drove behind him as he lead the way to wherever he wanted to go, and on so we moved. To be continued.. Let me know if you're enjoying my story. This is all true and the narration might seem ever so long yet am trying to take you through as much as I can of this experience. The end is somehow shocking yet still it's a part of life! By ymal44@hotmail.com