Gay Erotic Stories

At 14yo, I used to get very jealous of my just one year older brother, he always brought home beautiful girlfriends and sometimes as I got used to one he already had another.. After a few years at nearly 18, I was proud to finally have a girlfriend. We were very much in love but yet somehow it didn’t work for us, I mean the kissing and cuddling was great but Sex wise we struggled a lot.

First I thought I had to get comfortable doing the adult "thing". Still I felt a bit experienced having seen lots of my brother’s porn movies and magazines. But I noticed I only got really aroused by thinking about my fantasies instead of this naked, but very beautiful and soft girl beneath me. Another thing that didn’t help was that she just laid there without doing anything, apparently waiting for me to take command or something... The girls in the movies were never that laid-back.

I also was very disappointed when she turned off the light before stripping. Eventually I did manage to get the condom on and find her wet cunt but it didn’t last long because I took my mind off my dreams and after that I was just too nervous to get hard again, thinking about what she would say if she found out I thought of naked boys when making love to her. “This can’t be right,” I thought. We tried once more in a few days, but I couldn’t get myself going. After a very emotional talk we then decided to go our separate ways.

Then came a very sad and confusing period in which I soon fell in love again--this time with a classmate at school, although he was already 18 years old, he looked younger than his age. I was always a bit absent in class; I sat all the way in the back mostly looking outside not really aware—but I still managed to get good grades.

One day while looking around again, I saw this young guy in front off the class starring back at me, somehow I hadn’t noticed him before. Then the teacher asked something and he turned towards her, I stayed looking at him and soon found myself lost in his beauty. After a few more encounters like that, my heart kept beating faster each time he looked back at me. I loved every part of him and wanted to kiss him all over.

I had one more year to go before leaving that school and I told myself to be strong and just tell him my feelings, but I couldn’t, and didn’t see any chance. We had lots of eye contact and I really thought he must probably have some sort of feelings for me, but perhaps he was even more shy than I was.

Time flew and then I found myself with the last opportunity which was at graduation day. Full of hope and determination I sat there only interested whether or not he would show, concentrating very hard on the things I would say to him,. But he didn’t show up, I tried to hide my grief and couldn’t wait to get out of that "horrible" church and cry my eyes out. I never again set foot in a church.

Now 18 years old, I had my own place, a small room somewhere out of sight in a small village, still trying to figure out why I couldn’t get close to that beautiful boy at school and also was getting pretty anxious for gay contact. I wondered what to do. As I was reading the newspaper, I noticed some gay dating ads "man seeks boy for a hot night or more… There were so many ads, I couldn’t choose. So I lay down the page in front of me, closed my eyes and pointed. Without thinking I called the number and the voice of a man appeared.

After a short nervous chat we made a date for that evening and as I lay down the phone I wondered what the hell I was doing. Anyway at the agreed time I stopped at his place. As I walked up to the door he opened it and in the doorway stood a large man with a big beer belly wearing a robe. He looked at least 50 years old; I gulped and tried not to look disgusted. I thought, well he’s not much to look at, but perhaps he has a nice cock or something.. And also I haven’t come all this way for nothing.

I wanted sex with a man. I needed desperately to know if I was really gay, or not. I could see he liked me and with a gentle voice he invited me in and asked me to take off my shoes and jacket and make myself comfortable. He took my hand and led me into the lounge area.

We plunged on the couch and immediately I could feel his big hairy leg rub against my leg. He bent over towards me and said that I was very beautiful, before I could say anything, which I did want to because I really had my doubts. He pushed his lips onto mine and I could feel his tongue slip into my mouth. He then rubbed his big hairy hands all over my body and started undressing me.

When I was all naked he dropped himself between my legs and started licking my semi-erect cock. Soon I was hard and he told me I was very big and smiled as he liked my smooth balls and stroked my cock. Then he made one off his thick fingers wet and slowly pushed it into my crack. I let out a soft cry but also smiled as I liked this new feeling.

Soon his finger was pushing in and out off my ass and I was moaning softly with delight. At one point he even had three fingers in there, but that hurt too much. All at once he stood up naked and told me to suck his cock.

As I rose towards his crotch I looked at this much smaller but thicker thing that appeared to be fully erect. I took his cock in my hand; it felt small but also very nice. I pulled back the foreskin and immediately a large drop of pre-cum appeared out of his piss-slit. With the tip off my tongue I spread the drop all over his big red strawberry-like head. Then I opened my mouth and took in his cock. My horniness boiled over and I really started sucking him as I had seen done so many times with the porn movie sluts.

The feel of another man’s cock in my mouth was really wonderful. I sucked and licked as if it was the best thing I had ever tasted. He put his hands on my head and started fucking my mouth. I took his large low-hanging balls in my hand and rolled them through my fingers, as I did this he started moaning louder and louder.

After a few minutes he grabbed me and turned me around on the couch placing me on all fours with my butt in the air. He pushed his tongue in my crack. After being tongue fucked a couple off minutes, he rose up and pushed his cock inside me with one hard blow. I had expected it to hurt but it didn’t. While keeping his cock as deep inside me as possible, he handed me a small bottle and said to sniff on it. As I did my heart started to beat a lot faster and my horniness reached a very high level.

He also took a sniff and then grabbed my little ass firmly in his big strong hands; he began pounding my ass as if I was a real slut. Harder and harder he entered me, and then he slapped my butt-cheeks and I loved it. I shouted, “Harder…hit me harder.” And he did and really became rough with me, so rough that I had regrets telling him to hit me hard. He then grabbed my dick and very roughly jerked on it. With his other hand he pulled on my balls and held them so tightly I thought he was going to pull them straight off. I couldn’t hold out, my noises grew louder and I could hear him also moaning and breathing heavier.

He released his cock and shot onto my back and then he let go off my balls and I shot my load into his free cupped hand. As my last drops fell in his palm, he roughly turned me around and told me to clean his hand, I slurped my own cum out off his big hand and licked every drop from between his thick fingers.

Lying side-by-side on the couch we told each other a little bit about our lives, while drinking beer and watching a gay-porn movie. Then I told him I had to go because I had to get up early (but I really didn’t). He urged me to stay and even said he loved me, but I kept refusing. Then he said he wanted a shower together and another suck before I left.

In the shower we rubbed each other’s body with soap, I knelt down and sucked his cock. Again, he turned me and fucked rough till he shot another load on my back. He gave me his phone-number as I got dressed and I left with a very sore and red bottom. At home I showered again and was still horny at the thought of what I’d just done. After a good long wank and shooting my cum in my mouth I dossed-off into a deep sleep.

A couple of weeks later I felt really good having had my first gay experience--having felt another man’s cock in my mouth and inside me. But I also yearned for boys my own age with preferably the same state of mind. I mean also young, horny and not very experienced.

I did feel a bit ashamed not calling my older lover again, perhaps it would have been better to call him and tell my feelings but well, I was young and horny which clouded my mind. And I must say he was a bit rough with my virgin ass.

Suddenly I decided to go and live in the big city. Soon I found a nice apartment which was surprisingly affordable for a young student--I guess I was lucky. I scouted the area the first day and suddenly saw my ex-girlfriend. She was as surprised and also strangely very happy to see me. We walked into a pub and ordered drinks.

After some nervous chats and a couple of beers we relaxed and really started talking. She told me she had a girlfriend at the moment and was very happy being a lesbian. I couldn’t believe her openness towards being gay; I had never spoken to anyone about my "true" feelings. She was eager to find out more of me and before I knew it I was spilling my entire sense of being.

She wasn’t surprised and was very relaxed about it. She even told me about a gay pub in the city were the people were glad to help with coming-out situations, after that I couldn’t hear another word she was saying, I had to go there. After another beer we exchanged our numbers and gave each other a very big hug before we left.

The next evening I stumbled into the pub she told me about. It looked like a normal bar and just three older men were sitting at it, quietly sipping beer. They all looked at me with big hungry eyes. As I dropped myself at the bar, the cute lad behind the bar winked at me and asked what he could do for me and I told him, "I really needed a beer, please."

The guy next to me, although much older but somehow also cute, laughed and asked me if I didn’t prefer something stronger. I didn’t know what to say and it showed, again he smiled widely and asked if it was my first time there. I frowned at him and acknowledged a yes by nodding.

We started talking and all at once I felt very sure of myself just talking with another gay man. This talking about my gayness began to make me feel alive somehow, also a first. Soon there was a noise which sounded like a bell, the cute lad, who constantly looked jealously at me, called for the last round. My new talking-buddy ordered another drink and we talked some more.

Walking home alone and a little frisky I felt as good as I had ever felt; I felt free for the first time in my life..

Every weekend I went to that pub and got myself absolutely blasted, I didn’t go to get drunk but the men there kept giving me drinks--perhaps hoping to get me drunk enough to go with them, but I didn’t care, I was having a ball, totally enjoying all the attention I got. I was having so much fun being gay, that for a while I forgot the sex part--until I went out in Amsterdam.

Now almost 19, I felt I had to explore my really wild side. I didn’t have a clue were to go or what the place to be was. But I didn’t care much; I just got on the train and within 15 minutes I was in Amsterdam. At first I walked through a rough area. I entered a dark place with lots off guys wearing leather and looking tough at me. Since it was my "punk- and black-" period I didn’t really look too out off place there.

But the place didn’t appeal to me, especially not when one man came up to me and told me he fancied me, talking to me with a very feminine voice. That really turned me off--a big, strong motorbike-guy acting like a girl!

I turned away and ordered a beer, as I did I saw an advert for another place which looked to be great, lots off cute dancing boys in the picture. I asked the barman were that place was and surprisingly he told me. I was surprised because I thought; how stupid asking about another bar. But the man was nice to me and smiled friendly when I finally "got it."

Quick to get out off the "darkness," it was a short walk to the dance club. I paid the doorman and found myself surrounded by cute loveable boys--not all were young and beautiful but most were. I went to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, quickly drinking my beer and also feeling a bit nervous. I looked around and tried to get into this cool and heavy music. Well, for me it was something I haven’t heard before, being into bands like ‘The Cure’ and ‘The Doors’.

After two more beers I leaped up the stage where a lot of tanned, muscular boys were dancing with their shirts missing. This time I did look a bit out of place with my army boots and black torn Levi’s and black shirt with Jim Morrison on the back--the only guy with very long spiky hair and a pierced nose.

Suddenly I started to get the feel of the music, the heavy bass trembled through my body and made my legs move, and after dancing a while I felt pretty sticky and left that area to get myself another beer. Then I noticed a boy intensely looking at me. He was about my age, with also nice tanned skin and as I looked at him he turned away.

I saw his glass, almost empty, considering I also needed a drink; I walked up to him and asked if he would like something. He looked at me funny, a drink I asked him…pointing at his glass. A big smile appeared on his cute face and he nodded. At the bar I ordered the drinks and felt his hand on my shoulder I looked back at him lovingly and he started to gently rub my back.

I couldn’t believe this extremely cute boy was interested in me, my heart was pounding fast and I had trouble speaking and tried very hard not to let it be too obvious. After I paid for the drinks, I turned around and our faces were very close. I embraced him and his lips touched mine, I returned by pressing my lips. Slowly we let our mouths open and our tongues meet.

I loved it, not just this beauty with whom I was very passionately kissing but also the busy place where we were doing it. Surrounded by sweaty dance-knockouts we were in our own little world. I touched his face and softly ran my fingers down his cheek to his skinny neck. He put his hands under my shirt and let his hands wander across my smooth and sweaty back. As he did he moaned softly and I could feel his smile, I smiled too. We stopped kissing and looked in each other’s eyes, I couldn’t bear his lovely bright blue eyes and pressed his body close to mine, as I felt his warm soft hands caress my back I nibbled on his ear. He whispered in mine; "I want you to be close to me tonight. I want to take you home with me…let’s be together," he said.

I felt like a puppy in a shop window, and held him even tighter. "Let’s go,” I said and took his hand.

He asked, "What about the drinks?"

"Never mind that,” I said, “I want to be with you also."

Walking to his place holding hands, we talked and got to know each other a little bit. I followed him up the stairs and into his apartment. It was small but nice. We took off our shoes, I let out a sigh of relief and thought, “Great, black socks…”I hate seeing men with white socks especially the ones who don’t do sports. He asked me if I wanted a drink, I smiled and nodded and followed him to his little kitchen. He bent over to get two beers from the table-fridge and I leaned against the sink. His shirt rose a bit and his jeans lowered as he knelt down; I could see the dark hairless skin on his back and just a hint of his bottom, also quite hairless.

He stood up and spread my legs apart as he handed me a can. Before he could open his beer I pulled him closer to me and again we started to kiss--this time even more intensely. I could feel our dicks getting hard as we pressed tightly together. While kissing we opened our cans and stopped to have a quick sip. Then he dropped to his knees and pulled off my trousers, my dick was so hard the top half was showing out of my CK underwear. "Wow," he said, "you are really big!" He quickly removed my underwear and began sucking my dick, licking every inch of it, even my, still hairless balls got a good licking.

After a few minutes I said I wanted to suck him also. “Come,” he said and we walked to his bedroom. As we got to his bed we both were fully naked, I looked a moment at his beautiful, skinny, tanned, and smooth body. Only on his legs and arms small hairs were emerging.

I said, "My god you are beautiful," and pressed my naked body to his. After another kissing and ear-nibbling session I sat down on the bed and got an eyeful of his hard cock in front of my face. His big purple dickhead was wet with precum; his dick seemed a lot smaller than mine, but it looked beautiful. The dark shaft was even darker than the rest of his body with lots of thick veins running round it, and then came a very small bunch of curly brown pubic hairs and below a full sack with even larger nuts than my previous encounter. To my surprise he was also cut.

By this time I had heard lots off stories about Dutch boys but all with uncut cocks and smelly. I put my hand around his balls squishing gently, and then I took his big purple head in my mouth and made circles around it with my tongue feeling the lovely soft texture of it. He pressed a bit and I took his dick inside my mouth until the hairs tickled my nose. I started sucking his and at the same time I put my hands on his lovely smooth and firm ass . Suddenly he turned around and spread his legs; I bent towards his ass and looked at it closely, not really fancying sticking my tongue in there. I first rubbed my wet finger against his crack, somehow I couldn’t help myself, I licked his ass gently and then stuck my tongue in his warm crack. The musky taste and the wetness of my tongue drove me wild and I started fucking him with my tongue. Again I rubbed his soft butt-cheeks as I let myself wonder in horniness.

Then he lubed up my dick with his soft and warm hands, he knelt on all fours on the bed and told me to fuck his ass. Gently I entered his tightness; again he started to moan softly. I pushed on slowly until my balls stopped me from going further.

"Man, you are big!" he said again smiling as he looked back at me. I dropped onto his smooth warm back and licked his lips as I slowly began to fuck his lovely tight ass. While kissing he murmured to give it to him good. I slightly took to a faster pace, as I didn’t want to hurt him. Soon I felt I was about to cum--much sooner than I would have liked, I wanted to fuck him all night. It felt so damn good, but I couldn’t hold on, "I’m cumming!" I said.

He quickly turned around and opened his lips close to my dickhead. Without touching my cock, I shot straight in his face. I couldn’t believe the amount off cum I shot. He was also surprised but tried to catch as much as possible in his mouth. After my last burst I collapsed between his legs looking at his hand rubbing his cock. While moving my hands up and down the soft skin on his thighs, I felt his body shaking, and as I pushed his hand away with my mouth, he shot straight into my mouth. His warm sperm tasted great and I kept my mouth firmly onto his dick and sucked it until the last drop.

He pulled me onto the bed and we lay kissing and cuddling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms. During the night I woke up and looked at his arm lying on my chest, just some tiny hairs growing on his dark youthful skin. There were no covers and I looked at the rest off his beautiful body lying against me, making a note to myself of licking those lovely feet next time. I could hear his breathing near my neck and feel his heart softly pound against my side. I looked at his beautiful face, his eyes closed fast asleep moving about beneath his eyelids, the straightness of his cute little nose and then those lovely lips which kissed me so lovingly, still a bit of dried-up sperm on his cheeks and then those cute little ears. I took his hand and played gently with his fingers, smiled contently and fell asleep again.

We stayed together for three months mostly at his place. Every night we made love--sometimes twice, and every night we fell asleep in each other’s arms, and then he went and spoiled it. I know this sounds like a song but it felt like that at the time. One morning he made breakfast while I was still fast asleep. He woke me and placed a large tray on the bed and announced, "Breakfast in bed."

Not really awake yet I said, "What have I done?"

"Nothing," he said. "I mean this is for just being you," he said.

I still didn’t get it; he got close to me and kissed my lips. I smiled and gave him a kiss back and rubbed my eyes.

He said, "I love you. I totally, totally love you with all my heart. I don’t ever want to be without you."

I didn’t know what to say, I mean he was a wonderful boy but love…real love? I couldn’t help it, I told him I liked him--no wait--I absolutely adored him--but I said I was not in love. Then a big painful silence followed... Tears appeared in his eyes and soon he couldn’t hold back. He cried and cried, I felt his tears fall on my chest, again I was speechless. How can I be so damn hard and selfish?

I pulled him close to me and tried to comfort him but it didn’t seem to end. I began feeling horrible and disgusted with myself and told him I had to leave—“Not for good," I said "It’s just that I can’t stand seeing you like this, it tears me apart." I added, and meant every word. I dressed and left his place, still not really awake and very confused. I wandered the Amsterdam streets for hours and got lost doing so. I stumbled across a gay-bar and the feeling of drinking myself silly became very strong.

A mixed crowd was present, some punkish and some dragish and even the odd leather types, I sat at the bar next to a long skinny punk lad and ordered some really strong stuff. I gulped this drink in one tug and ordered another.

"Hold on," said the skinny lad next to me, "what’s the rush?"

"I don’t know," I said, "I’m just confused that’s all."

"Well don’t worry, just take it slow." he said.

"Thanks but I prefer to drown myself at the moment."

"Come on," he said, "it can’t be that bad."

I looked up at him and found his puppy-like big sparkling green eyes with three piercings through his eyebrow, his purple hair spikey on top and shaved on the sides. I tried to smile but tears started to spring into my eyes, a drop ran down over my cheek and then another.

His happy expression changed into sadness and he let me drop my head on his shoulder,. With a soft shaky voice and trembling I told him what had happened. Then he laughed out loud. Surprised I looked at him, my face and his shoulder wet with tears.

"I know what you need," he said holding my shoulders with his thin big hands. "Stick by me," he said. He ordered a couple off funny looking drinks with umbrellas and said "Cheers mate!" Then and there I knew I had found a friend...my tears quickly turned into happiness.

As he took my hand and showed me the cool pubs and clubs in Amsterdam, I felt great all the time, and took every opportunity to be with him. Sometimes I even skipped school to go out in Amsterdam. Of course feelings between us were stirring but aside from the occasional kiss and hug we didn’t have sex together. I guess there was no need for it.

We always had a ball, drank till we dropped and laughed till our belly’s hurt, he also introduced me to drugs but he was very careful and made sure I wouldn’t get hooked on that stuff. After a while he met a nice man and we saw each other less and less.

But I also needed this time to get things straight, things like my school. I finally got the nerve to call my young lover, after all the alcohol and drugs and new sensations being with my punk friend, I had almost forgotten our short but extremely passionate relationship. He told me he was devastated at first but soon met another nice boy and now they were living together. He sounded very happy, which made me almost cry with joy, but I held it back and wished him all the best.

He said he wanted to see me and chat a bit while having a beer or something. We did soon after and to my surprise we became good friends, although I felt I didn’t deserve his friendship, he just kept on being happy to see me. Then one day I walked a bit confused, a hangover and a sore bottom from a wild one-nighter with a huge cock. I saw a spikey purple bush above the crowd.

"Punk!" I shouted, that’s what I called him because I kept forgetting his real name. He turned and with a big smile wrapped his long tattooed arms around me and lifted me off my feet. We stood there in full few, hugging like crazy, he licked my eyebrows with his pierced tongue and told me he was free again and had missed me very much. He took my hand as we walked through Amsterdam; I felt proud walking like that and kept looking at this large guy holding my hand. I didn’t care that people stared at us, I didn’t care if the whole world could see us.

Of course lots more happened to me in those early years but these were the most significant, I think...