Gay Erotic Stories

Am I? Was the question I seem to always wonder. Do I want to know how it feels or do I wonder why people are the way they are. At night I dreamt about having a rock hard dick pushed slowly into my ass. How does it feel? Will it hurt? Will I like it? Am I gay or wondering, just curious? I was going to find out. But how? Where do these types of people meet? Will I end up with a psycho or will I get turned out? All of the wondering was killing me, I had to experience this, and fast.

One night while surfing the net I came upon a site that hooked up, just what I needed. I found out there are many, many men feeling the same way I feel and they were closer than I thought. I made a date with a man in my area about my age. He was wondering just like me.

We hooked up a couple of days later and to my surprise, I already knew him. He was my best friend. After talking for hours we decided to explore with each other. He had done hours upon hours or research on the subject and he felt he was ready for the real thing.

We went over to his place and the suck and fuck-fest began. We decided to make it last forever. We started to kiss ever so lightly as we walked to the couch. For some reason, kissing a man did not feel strange at all. It felt so damn good I did not want to stop. We continued to kiss and fondle each other in such a romantic way. Two big ass niggas being gentle as hell. It fucked me up. He slowly undressed me and I did the same to him. Who was the going to be the "bitch" I wondered? Did I want too the first time? I decided to let the moment decide.

As we both lay naked, my tight, virgin asshole cried out to be penetrated. I got on top of "Pete" and kissed and sucked and licked him until his muscle was a full 10 inches and sticking straight out. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him in my ass and now. He went into his bedroom and came back with KY Jelly and condoms. This nigga was ready.

He teased me and brought me to waves of ecstasy I had never felt with any woman. He licked my asshole, he fingered me and I moaned out loud. He was killing me. Finally, it happened. "Pete" after putting on the condom and squirting KY Jelly into my asshole, inserted his muscle into me. It felt so good, I could have died. He went in and out and he beat it up and stroked it and pounded it harder and harder. I have been missing given up my man pussy for all of these years. I did not want this to end. Am I gay I wondered? "Pete" kept going and going until we were both covered in sweat. Finally after an hour or so (I lost track of time) "Pete" finally came.

I lay there with my mind racing and my asshole throbbing and I loved every minute of it.

After we rested, it was on again, but this time I entered "Pete". Would the feeling be the same? Oh my! "Pete’s" tight asshole was hot as lava and as I went into him I almost came instantly. I had to talk to myself. I calmed down and I put it on "Pete" strong. His moaning and groaning made me beat that round, smooth, chocolate ass up. From that point on, ass was the way for me. I would never see pussy in the same way.

As the night wore on "Pete" and I fucked over and over again. We face fucked, we did the 69, doggy-style and my favorite, missionary. I was totally turned-the-fuck out. I was sprung over bootie.

The next day I awoke at "Pete's" and to my surprise he was lying right next to me. It felt good to wake up next to him. He was up and looking intently into my eyes. What did this mean? "Pete" told me that he has a girlfriend and he wanted to keep her. He wanted to try anal sex (with a man) he liked it, but he loved her and didn't want to hurt her. What about me I thought?

I was stunned. Where would I find a new lover? I got up and told "Pete" that he was making a mistake, he fucked a man. How could he be thinking about his girl? He said he was wondering and now the wondering was over. He said that he didn't mean to hurt me, but he wanted to try it (anal sex) out.

After sitting there listening to "Pete" I got my head together and dressed, but on the way out I thought I could not do without this man as my lover. Best friends, if we were even that anymore, would not do. "Pete" was in the shower. I undressed and got in the shower with him and rubbed his back slowly and kissed his neck. He tried to resist, but the feelings were too strong. I laid on my stomach with the water beating down on me and I put my smooth, big butt up in the air in the doggy-style position and I told "Pete" to fuck me good--one last time.

"Pete" fucked the shit out me. He fucked me like a nigga on death row. Would this be our last time? As far as I was concerned, it would not be and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it wasn't.