Gay Erotic Stories

We looked around at all kinds of things. The fish markets, the buildings, the bridges which lead to Brooklyn, some Japanese animation-based stores, a few jewelry shops which had nice jade displays in their windows. I often walked around Chinatown, but always alone. With Byron with me, it felt like I was on a tour in a completely new town. I was actually able to enjoy more than just the flock of cute guys who walked all around the streets and sidewalks.

We eventually came upon a park which ran along Forsyth St. The scenery, I would say, wasn't all too wondrous, because of the buildings especially visible on either side of the park, but other than the cars, trucks and buses rolling by constantly, the park seemed to be rather quiet, unless there were young boys playing basketball or wandering around with their friends and/or girlfriends. I sighed, watching a few guys pass by with their girlfriends, arm in arm, thinking how much of a kick it would be to see those girls' arms replaced by another boy's. I seriously believe that same sex couples look a lot happier than heterosexual couples.

Still in the park, we sat down on a bench which faced towards the other side of the park. We could see the basketball court and a couple of elderly folks exercising. The people around here always seemed extremely healthy, and very able, no matter what age they were. I sat with my hands folded upon my lap, while I noticed through the corner of my eye how Byron moved his strong arms onto the back of the bench, and somewhat around my shoulder. I kept forgetting how recently we met, and how we made our acquaintance, and giggled a lit. He obviously didn't hold on to me too much, knowing that it would look suspicious, and as friendly as some people can be in Chinatown, neither of us wanted to take the risk of being caught by some anti-homosexual.

I looked over to him and smiled, then he returned the smile. I turned away, again and silently watched the elderly people as they did their daily exercise. He then softly asked me, "What are you thinking about?" as he noted my stare. He must've been psychic, because even though I was interested in seeing what the old folks were up to, I still had my mind set on a nice rest in Byron's bed.... along with Byron, of course. I tried to fake it and shrugged my shoulders, telling him "...Nothing, really." I don't think he bought it, as he replied with a "hmm" and turned his eyes ahead, also. I then took a brief peek up at him and noticed his grin still plastered onto his face. Maybe he decided to have his fantasies about me, too? I already know they were somewhere in there, by now.

I leaned back until my neck just lightly touched his bare arm. His skin was soft, like a baby, I just didn't know if I could continue living without this guy around me. I entered my mind for a little while, until I came up with a request to go somewhere else. "Where do you want to go, now?", he asked me. I told him that we could walk to a less as crowded part of town, where we could just take a small stroll. One place I had in mind was underneath the Manhattan Bridge on Delancy Street. The scenery, there, was also not too impressive, but just being there made me feel more comfortable as I was by myself, and not thinking about how to dodge the busy crowds.

So, we took a fairly short walk to Delancy Street and headed toward the bridge. As we went downhill, parallel to the bridge, itself, the population quickly got smaller and smaller. Eventually, it was just Byron and I. When we were low enough, he guided me under the bridge and soon gently pressed me against a wall. At first, I have to admit, I got a little scared, suddenly not sure if I could trust him not to harm me or not, but that doubt quickly faded away as soon as he lowered himself and put his lips upon mine, deeply kissing me. I nearly melted away, not expecting that at all. I pathetically attempted to kiss back, but his go at it was overwhelming. I couldn't fight back, even if I wanted to.

It looks like I found a better turn on than being dirty in a public restroom. I really liked the feeling of doing this under a bridge, of all places. What a different aura. I feel the refreshing breeze coming off of the water, only a few yards away from us. Traffic seemed to be low, since it was a business day, so the sound of the cars above wasn't all too distracting. Byron slowly moved his hands from the wall and his fingers slithered their way around my small waist. He grabbed my ass and pulled my crotch closer to his own, as he also moved in. Our lips never parted the whole time, and without very much force, at all, he had me pinned to the wall.

We spent about 5 more minutes there, until finally he moved his warm, pink lips from mine and suggested we go to his apartment. I was a little shaken up from getting so horny, so quickly. I had forgotten, by now, that he had already made me cum once, today. At this rate, he'd be the first one to make me shoot twice within the same 24 hours. I failed to hesitate and nodded, and off we went back into the "wilderness" of Chinatown.

Chinatown, being as small as it is, compared to the rest of the Manhattan borough, a simple walk from one location to another was easy as pie. Just as I expected, he lived in one of the smaller buildings in the area. As bad as the lobbies to these apartment buildings looked, as many homes as I've seen, they usually appeared to be rather neat. And that included Byron's apartment...well, a few things were out of place, but that was almost expected. I didn't mind, though, since I always enjoyed seeing the inside of someone else's home. The walls of my home just seem to bore me after a while, so it's always good to see something new, for a change.

So, he had a nice, round wooden table; shelves here and there which consisted mostly of beautiful jade sculptures and red envelopes and such. I saw a couple of photos in frames around the place, too. I saw one with him with a young Asian girl standing next to him, both of them smiling happily. I asked him who she was, curiously, and he answered, "Oh! That's my sister." He was chuckling lightly. I had wondered what was so funny. Maybe I sounded somewhat jealous, and never even took note of it, myself? That's the only reason I could think of, and I smirked. However, I could easily see this guy as a bisexual. He seemed horny enough for it.

From the walking around town we did, it took me a while to notice I was tired. I stretched for a brief moment, then, I asked Byron if I could rest on his sofa, for a little bit. As expected, he told me, "Sure! Make yourself at home. I almost never have much company, so I'd love to have someone new enjoy their stay here." I smiled and thanked him, taking off my sneakers, setting them neatly beside the couch and threw myself backwards, parallel to the couch. It was so comfortably soft, I didn't even notice I was quickly falling asleep.

When I woke up, I nearly freaked, hoping I didn't sleep all the way up 'til the evening! My mom would freak, thinking I was murdered in the streets or something crazy! Fortunately, I could see lots of sunlight forcing its way through the window. It appeared to be noon. Finally, I took note of the strong, young man lying on top of me. His legs were parallel to mine; he was supporting himself over me with his arms and hands down on the sofa. He gave me that innocent smile again. "You look so cute when you're sleeping," he told me. I was so embarrassed that I fell asleep like that; almost like hanging up the phone while someone's talking to you. I couldn't help but return his smile - only mine was filled with shyness.

"I'm sorry. How long have I been sleeping?" I asked him.

"Only for about half an hour," he replied.

It felt like I had slept for a full nine hours. But then again, it could've been the magic of that soft couch. His smile slowly faded as he lowered his head and his upper torso down onto my small figure. Again, came his warm kiss. But since we were protected by the walls of his apartment, this time, he did more than just that. He softly pecked my face and my lips, all over, then made love to my neck. I always seemed to love the feeling of someone touching me there. It's really sensual, if you ask me. It was practically a reflex that caused me to wrap my arms around his body and assist gravity so he would press onto me, even more. My cock had already grown hard and so had his, apparently. Both of us were so eager to swordfight, at this point. Instead of cutting to the chase, he dragged himself slightly up and down my body, grinding our dicks together through our rough jeans. That made it almost painful for me to keep my little friend held captive down there.

I guess he had had enough of that, too, since he suddenly came to a stop and lifted himself up. He was only on his knees, still sitting over me. Unless I crawled out, he had me trapped on the sofa. He took his tank top and tossed it onto the floor. He then unbuttoned my shirt, slowly. After all of the buttons were undone, he came back down, and I could feel his warmth all over my skin, this time. We spent another few minutes passionately kissing one another, back and forth. It was almost like a contest, to see who could go in the farthest.

Then, he rose up a little and rubbed his hands all around my small body. I closed my eyes and took in every signal my nerves sent to my brain. Suddenly, I felt something wet wandering around my stiffening nipples. I opened my eyes and spotted his tongue enjoying a taste test. I wanted so badly to suck on him, right then. I told him, "I want a taste, too". He gave me that horny little grin and got up and off of the sofa. He stood beside me, unzipping and dropping his torn jeans down to his ankles, then removed his legs from them, kicking them aside, along with his tank top. He left his heart boxers on, like before. I really thought he looked cute with them on, so I didn't demand for him to be completely naked.

He gestured with one hand, directing me to get up. I didn't bother to question him, and stood up, off the couch. He then sat down and lied back, across the sofa and poked his already stiff dick through the loose fly of his boxers. He then moved his arms up so his head could rest in the palms of his hands. Byron was ready.

I licked my lips lightly, to make sure they were fairly moist and kneeled down by the sofa, facing directly toward his erect member. Then I let him have it. My lips slipped straight down his hard staff and my tongue soon joined the fun, dancing all around his pole. Already, he was squirming and moaning happily. I closed my eyes as my motion continued. I felt his hand rest firmly upon the back of my head and he pushed me in a little more. To satisfy him as best as I could, I slightly picked up the pace. My tongue was playing with his cockhead. That's when I felt something different. My senses picked up the taste of his salty goo, gently oozing out of his shaft.

I became a little more curious, wanting to know what it was like to eat someone's hot load, so I put some extra force on his dick, milking it up, little by little. I opened my eyes and turned my head a bit, so I could see the dazzled look on his face as he began gasping for air. For a quick moment, I stopped, removing my mouth from his love stick, and swiftly yanked his boxers down to his knees, so I could finally enjoy what I had yet to see of him. Without wasting any time, my lips returned to his dick and went back to work, in hopes that he hadn't already settled down, again.

Faster and faster, I sped it up. He was practically in shock and obviously couldn't stand to hold it in any longer. I felt his hand roughly force my head down, until my nose was surrounded by his thick bush of black pubes. His cockhead was resting in my throat, and I felt it pulsing, now. Finally, I felt the first spurt of his warm cum, hitting the back of my throat. I was ready for it, and managed to gulp it down, quickly. He eventually shot more, but a little too fast for me to keep up, so a lot of it leaked out of my mouth, remaining on his cock. I nearly melted from the warmth of his juice, but I stayed up, removing my mouth from his dick and jerked him softly, milking up more of his cum.

He was obviously tired after emptying his load for the second time, today, so he decided to rest, watching me as I unzipped. I took out my own cock, letting it get its air through the fly of my jeans. I then moved myself over him and jerked myself off. He smiled, enjoying the show, and decided to butt in by taking my dick into one of his hands. He played with my little friend for a few minutes, then yanked me closer to himself. I moved myself over his mouth and he lift himself up, licking my balls, then around my dick. He then moistened my rod completely with his warm, wet saliva.

Byron let loose from my tool and played with it a little more; his spit caused his jacking to make hard slimy noises. The feeling of his fingers smoothly slithering up and down my shaft was more than enough to bring me to my own climax, and when I reached my peak, he held on tightly, forcing my load to shoot out with lots of force, spreading my white juices all over his face and into his mouth. He picked up his head, once more, licking off the cum that remained hanging from the tip of my cock.

I was now just as tired as he was, and I moved down to his level, resting on top of him. Our bodies both felt extra hot, compared to how we felt only minutes ago. He softly hugged me with one arm; his hand running gently up and down my bare back. I wrapped my arms around his hard upper torso, lovingly. More cum which was hiding deep within my shaft oozed out, ending up sitting on his soft thighs.

He pulled my head in closer to his own, and we fell into another deep kiss, our tongues making love, just as they did with our dicks. Neither of us halted our hug. We couldn't get enough of one another. Neither of us wanted this moment to end, ever. We remained in that same kiss for about half an hour, as he lay back on his couch, and I lay comfortably on top of him...

To Be Continued...

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