Gay Erotic Stories

It’s not that I hated Brazil. It was a beautiful country in all aspects: land, forest, rivers, sky, ocean, and, of course, the men. It was my fourteenth year when I finally accepted my homosexuality. And in the four years after I had been hiding it from everyone, including myself. The main reason for keeping such a secret was my father’s occupation. He was a military man and I was frightened into submission by the horror stories I had heard from him and other officers of the abuse gay men have received in the military world. My father’s job in the Navy ensured five more moves between then and my nineteenth birthday (the fourth landing in Brazil when I was eighteen.) That was another difficult task as keeping a friend, let alone a lover, was not even an option. I had never been with another man, never really seen all of another man. I knew what was there and knew I liked it. Being around all the men on the bases was enough proof for me. They would walk around in their tight clothes or without their shirts if weather permitted. I would watch them from windows or sit on cliff sides as they swam. It made me hard to watch them, their rippling muscles, massive biceps, and their luscious nipples. I wanted to walk up and plant my lips on theirs, but the thought of what torturous things could happen to me for such a maneuver would reduce my consideration and my hard dick to nothing. I wasn’t the most obvious definition of the perfect male figure, but I thought myself quite the good-looking guy. I was defined but not buff; slim but not skinny. I had brown hair and green eyes and I tanned quite well due to my mother’s side being of the Sioux. I had a swimmers build for all my time swimming alone in the oceans (sometimes naked, silently hoping some mystery man would appear and take me in his masculine arms) and one time in secrecy, I measured my dick to be about six and a half inches when stiff. Brazil was when my life turned upside down. I looked forward to this move, as I found many Brazilian men were just downright luscious to watch go down the street. My father had gotten a promotion and was a very busy man, so I had more… private time. He had an officer who was one rank under him. His name was Marcus. He was twenty-one years old (which was pretty young for his rank), solidly built, tanned, and just plain hot. I found myself staring at him, not realizing I was doing it. He would joke around and we got along great, but he always seemed to regard me as a child, even though he knew I was legally an adult. One day, I was hanging around my father’s office, when my father called Marcus in. “We got a problem,” her said, “Apparently, one of them queers is being harassed down at the second bunker. He’s being transferred somewhere so that he doesn’t get hurt here. I need you to go help the fag take his stuff to the ship he’s leaving on in about thirty minutes.” Both the words “queer” and “fag” made the hairs on my neck stand on end, more so because they were coming from my father. Marcus saluted smartly and turned around. My gaze caught his and I noticed a look in his eye like the ones I’d seen of myself in a mirror when I hear the horror stories or when my father used such terminology. We stared at each other for what seemed like an hour. Is he…? Was the first though that came to my mind. Marcus blinked and smiled. Then he pat me on the shoulder as he walked past me and out the door. He knows! I was done for. They would find my mangled gay corpse strung on the flagpole come tomorrow morning. He would tell everyone and I would be done for. Frantically, I ran out the door and off the base. In my travels I would always find a hiding place, a place where I could go alone and think without being bothered by anyone else. Brazil was no exception and the place I found was on a river near the edge of one of the large tropical forests. The river poured out of the forest through a waterfall and wild birds would sing the trees. There was a small alcove behind the falls where I liked to hide, but I stopped short and sat by the pool at the base of the falls. Once word got out that I was gay, my father would disown me, the military would kick me out of their bases and I would be fighting on my own. I feared Marcus would tell everyone. Marcus, the guy I trusted; Marcus, the guy I goofed around with; Marcus… such broad shoulders and solid chest and beautiful skin and I could only imagine what his dick looked like. I was very horny now and I could easily see the tent formed in my shorts. I could not hold it in any more. Quickly, I unzipped and let my meat stretch into the warm sunlight. I did not hesitate to grab it and begin to stroke. The feeling was so good and I quickly forgot my worries and reached my climax. Then I heard footsteps! They were coming for me. The end was near. I stuffed my dick back in and quickly closed up my shorts. Looking toward the sound I awaited the approaching army, the psychotic brigade of military men, who I had drooled over, coming at me with pitch forks and torches, the death of me the… the… the officer one rank under my father. Marcus turned the corner and smiled when he saw me. “Thought I saw you come down here,” he said, “The gay guy was a false alarm and I returned in time to see you leave base, so I followed you here.” He held out a hand, his big, brown hand, to help me on my feet. But, as soon as he caught my arm, he pulled me up and into him. “I know,” he said, looking into my terrified eyes, “I’ve known for a while now. In fact, a lot of us have.” He winked before I could say anything, “At least those who can respect that.” He pulled me closer, one hand cupped my ass, the other was wrapped around my waist. He was not much taller than I was, but I felt so small in his presence. He leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I respect you, too.” I was tongue-tied. The man of my dreams was hitting on me. I totally disregarded the fact that other men on the base knew about me. Marcus was holding me; and before I could say anything, he pulled me and kissed me deep. This was just too much for me to handle at once; the world began to spin as we embraced and I swooned into his arms. Carefully, lovingly, he lifted me and carried me to the alcove where he laid me on the smoother rocks. As I came to, he was leaning over me, smiling. One hand was rubbing my leg and the other was slowly working its way under my shirt and towards my nipples. “I have wanted you for so long,” he said, “Let me have you.” As if in response, my prick shot straight up, harder than it had ever been, and pushed painfully against my pants, begging to be let out. He reached down and quickly slipped my pants off my body. I shook with anticipation for him to handle me. He began to rub my dick with one hand, while unbuttoning my shirt. Once opened, he grabbed and squeezed my nipples until they hardened. He sucked on them and began to kiss my exposed abdomen until he reached my bush of brown hair around my crotch. Then, he slowly licked my dick, digging his tongue into my piss hole and then, with no warning, inhaled my entire crotch into his mouth. The sensation sent me moaning so loud that I echoed off the stone walls. What a sensation! What an absolute feeling of pleasure and release. I couldn’t hold out very long and before I could say anything, I exploded in his mouth. Afraid he would wretch, I held my breath, but instead he swallowed it all and then sucked on me harder to get it all out of me. I had dug my hands into the back of his head and howled in pleasure as he drained my cock. Suddenly, I realized what was happening and let go of him. “I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I don’t know what I was…” He put a finger to my mouth, “Hush!” He then pressed his lips against mine and we kissed again. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel his hard on pressed against my still-hard dick. As we kissed he ran a hand smoothly down my back and then penetrated my ass with his finger. He thrust it harshly in and out until I groaned in his mouth. He reached down with is other hand and undid his pants. Still kissing, he had me pressed against the wall and began to jack himself off, his heavy breathing mixing with my groans causing the echoes to escalate in the cavern. He came and splattered all over my bare chest. We both climbed naked into the water to wash off and then lay in each other’s arms behind the falls for a nice afternoon nap.