Gay Erotic Stories

Okay, see what had happened was, I was going to the mall wit my mom so she could get her hair did for a wedding later tonight, but I was still eating breakfast which we had got on the way, and told her that I’d be in after I finished. So I finish, and I clean up, get out the car, brush the crumbs off my face and clothes and make sure I look sweet, then go. So I start heading to the doors, and as soon as I get to the door someone is coming out the same door.

I couldn’t see ‘cause the doors are shiny, so I move out the way, and when the door is fully open the creature that walks out of it is the most beautiful thing I had EVER seen. He was golden brown, green eyes, swimmer’s build, cornrows, and obviously GAY. He had a mesh, rainbow flag shirt on and baggy jeans, which you could clearly see he was wearing a thong. At the same time he catches my eye I catch his, my jaw just drops; I’m not THAT phyne am I?

Then I recall looking in the mirror to check myself before I got out the van, green eyes short hair, and high yellow, big features, especially lips and ass, so I guess it’s possible that I caught his eye, "oh my bad playboy". Then in the deepest voice I’ve heard since I heard the remix p-i-m-p (that dude rappin’) he says, "Oh you sweet baby boy, very sweet."

I laughed a little, “Thanks, I guess. Uh I know this is kinda strange, well why don’t I walk you to your car, so these people can get through.” By now a line of about 5 people was behind us trying to get in, as though they couldn’t use the other doors?

So as we walk, right of the bat I come out to him. I mean a journey of a thousand miles starts wit’ a step right? So anyways he was like, "Say what, gir--me too!" You wanna take a ride real quick?" he asked the same way the snake asked eve to bite the apple. "Definitely!" I bit.

We got to his car. He didn’t buy anything--he had no bags. His ride was sweet, ~E~S~C~A~L~D~E~ wit spinnin’ rims, and most importantly a rainbow flag in the back.

"Damn! Yo, where you get all this money?"

"I’m a stripper."

I took another bite of the apple, "I like your thong, can I see the rest?" I had been very forward from the beginning, why ease up now?

"Sure, of course, if you want you can have your own private show!" he hissed.

As we pulled up to his house, which looked more like an apartment, I asked, "You live here by yourself?"

"Yup, but I’m very rarely alone."

"I can tell why!"

As we walked in he said to go up the stairs, and the second door on the right. I opened the door and saw just what I hoped for, a chair and a pole.

He came up stairs, I could hear him he had to be barefoot, but then I remembered, my mom. "SHIT, TAKE ME BACK TO THE MALL NOW!!" I demanded.

"Why?"

"Because I have to be there."

“Okay, come on.” He went to change.

I said, "No time, come on."

He walked out the door before me, that’s when I saw it, his ass, this thing...there are no words for it, it was barely covered by a leopard thong. He was still bare footed, and must have had size 17 feet; damn!

We climbed into the truck and he said, "Baby what’s the rush?"

I told him, "I still have places to go."

"Well lemme give you my number, okay?"

"Sure, but I make no promises."

"I understand."

He pulled up just as my mom was coming out of the mall, hair so fly. I got out, got in front of his truck and walked to her as though I was just walking into the mall. "Done all ready?"

"Yeah, you like?"

"More than you know."

Well I guess that’s what I get for messing with forbidden fruit. I never even got his number, damn!

To be continued…