Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Alphonso. I’m 31, 6’2”, dark complexion and athletic. Some years back I used to do a few modeling jobs on the side to earn some extra cash as a student. Nothing freaky, just plain and simple fashion shows and a few family clothes catalogues. Almost exclusively, the other models were all white so mostly I was hired as the “exotic dark chocolate man” to spice up the features. They never told me frank, but it was evident in their approach. As long as I got paid I didn’t mind that much. I wasn’t there looking for friends anyway, so once a show was over I would hurry out and get back to whatever I was doing. I wasn’t even amused by the comments and attempts of silly seduction some of the girls – and some of the guys too – tried out on me. White people’s interpretation of you as a sexual Black person can get quite boring and annoying at times…

One evening, after a show, they told me somebody was waiting for me in the changing room. I thought maybe it was my girlfriend who had come to pick me up, but when I walked into the room I was surprised to see my old training instructor, Vincent. I hadn’t seen him in years, so we shook hands enthusiastically, brotherly embraced and I wondered what he came to see me for. Vincent worked at the first gym I became member of when I was 17. He had always helped me with training advise, exercises and diet tips. Vincent was originally from Trinidad, around 40, a mature guy with an impressing tight body. He was about my height, medium brown complexion and although I had never seen him in nude, I remembered that his body was covered with curly hair – chest, arms and legs. Vincent was cool – like that uncle you look up to and want to hang out with. “So what’s the executive dressing about” I said and looked at his light brown stylish suit. “I am taking my wife out, we are celebrating 10 years of marriage!” he said proudly. “But I decided to come and talk to you, since I saw you on stage. I have a job for you, Alphonso. Man, you’ve done well–you’ve worked seriously on your body”, he grabbed hold of my biceps.

“Well, thanks to an old cat like yourself, that is” I smiled and flexed my arm so he could feel the muscles. I was proud to be complimented by Vincent. “I just need to change, go on, what kinda job you got for me” I asked as I stripped off the sportswear I had modeled on stage.

“I have been asked to find some guys to do a photo shoot for a sports magazine”.

“Well, I do sports clothes all the time” I said, I was down to my briefs. Vincent didn’t respond, and when I looked at him, I saw his eyes were checking out my basket. I rearranged my dick from right to left inside my tight briefs, and he followed with an intense stare. Was Vincent interested in dick? I couldn’t believe it. Vince?

He suddenly became aware that I had seen him staring and asked me if I would mind modeling in underwear.

“Why should I mind?” I asked playfully. “Is there something wrong with this”, I folded my arms and posed in front of Vincent.

He laughed at me “You see, Alphonso, women like men in underwear, so we need to show them some good looking guys”.

I remained in my position. “So you didn’t answer me, is there something wrong with this or not?” I looked him straight in the eye.

He looked back and smiled, “Yes there is”. What did he mean? “You obviously don’t know what women like” – he came towards me. There was a strong, sexual tension in the room, and I really didn’t know exactly what was going on.

“So what is it that women like” I asked. Now he was right in front of me.

“Remember,” he said, “its all about position”. Before I knew it, he quickly put his hand inside my briefs and positioned my dick back to the left. “It stands out a bit more on that side,” he laughed. He put his business card in my hand and said I should call him the next day. In a second he was out the door, still laughing on his way out.

Was he tripping? What was that staring about and he touching my dick? Was he insulting me, playing, what? My dick was obviously not insulted though; it was getting hard inside my drawers. I quickly put my clothes on, went outside and went home to my girlfriend’s place. As she sucked my dick that night, I found myself thinking of Vincent.

The next day I called Vincent up and he told me that I should meet him at his gym later that evening. He now owned his own gym on the other side of town. I took the bus and found the building, arriving a little later than we’d agreed. Once inside, Vincent met me and took me to his office. He was smiling and obviously in a very good mood.

“How was your anniversary night?” I asked.

“Alphonso, it was the best! You know me--I know what women want.”

“So, you were positioned to the left then!” I quipped, and we both laughed.

In the next room, he had arranged for the photo shoot. Inside were the photographer and a good-looking brother, definitely younger than myself. Now this was a fine looking young boy. Kareem was probably 19 or 20. Neat cornrows, goatee and dark, dark skin. He was a basketball player, taller than me, and had a lean body--not very muscular, but defined and good looking just the same.

The club was closed for the evening, so it was only the four of us in the building. The scene scenario was that shorty and myself should stand in an office, in our underwear, drinking coffee while conversing. The photographer said the title of the ad would read “So relaxed--you don’t want to wear anything else!” or something like that. Kareem and myself changed behind a screen. I was to wear boxer briefs and Kareem a pair of Y’front briefs. The brother was very self-conscious and didn’t give me a glimpse of the dick I wanted to see. He turned away from me, slipped into his briefs and looked very uncomfortable. I, on the other side, undressed and asked him questions, as my dick was dangling in front of him. He seemed to tense up, not knowing where to look. I tried to peep at his dick through the briefs he was now wearing. It looked a bit on the smaller side, as the bulge was not very visible. I saw him check out my bulge and he almost looked a bit scared. This is a weird guy, I thought to myself. The photo shoot was simple and quick, came off without a hitch, and was over in no time.

There was something about Kareem that made me curious though, and I thought I had to come up with an idea for him not to leave. Vincent had mentioned that there was a Jacuzzi in down the hall, so I suggested that we all go and take a dip. The photographer had to leave, but Vincent was game. Kareem obviously was looking for excuses, but I insisted that he joined us. He reluctantly came along.

Vincent took off his training gear and was now left in a pair of orange mini-briefs. Man, the brotha was packin’ dick for days--and he didn’t hide it! It was sorta hanging down straight with an incredible curve, which bounced as he walked toward us. “Are you ready boys?” he asked.

I took in the whole man, his curved and hard muscles, his strutting arms, the thick thighs and calves and the wild, wild hair growing all over his body. “Only one thing missing” I looked straight in Vincent’s eyes “You didn’t position to the left”

“Well, also I am not with a woman today!” he laughed as we followed him. I walked behind the two guys. What a sight! The thickness and curves of Vincent’s ass, with hair growing all over his cheeks and wrapped in orange briefs. And then there was Kareem’s dark skin, his well shaped features, that tight little ass inside those clinging white Y’s. I knew I was gonna make a fool outta myself at some point.

We jumped into the Jacuzzi and the heat, the bubbles, and the overt tension of masculinity in the air all made for a horny atmosphere. Kareem didn’t say much and he looked down every time I tried to meet his eye. Vincent and me talked about sports, the gym, and women. Kareem just added the odd “yes” or “no” and nodded his head every now and then. Vincent was talking about these two sexy sisters who had started coming to his gym, he described their curves, their bodies, and how they normally would flirt with him. “Man, it’s hard not to cheat on your wife!” he said with a sigh. “I might be so tempted that one day I go all the way. I’m tired of closing down the gym at night, being so horny I just have to take care of myself.”

I laughed and looked at Kareem, he seemed to be very embarrassed by Vincent’s last statement. I looked at Vincent, he was had this strange grin on his face. He motioned to Kareem, I nodded, and we started to intimidate the poor kid by talking about masturbation.

“There’s nothing like the real thing” I said, “but there’s also nothing wrong about working up your own sweat.” I was talking louder than I had to.

“Yeah” Vincent was in on the game “You know, when nature calls, you can’t always fight back”. Vincent also turned up the volume in his voice.

“Some men don’t really admit that they take care of their own business” I said.

“Yeah, can you understand that, it’s the most natural thing,” Vincent chimed in. We were now both looking at Kareem, who was now staring nervously down into the water. This was intense, it was as if there was a sexual connection building between Vincent and me, and jointly we were embarrassing Kareem. My 9.5” monster was growing underwater, and I was sure the other guys must have felt the atmosphere too.

As if on signal, we both moved closer to Kareem; we were on both sides of him. “What about you, boy?” I asked him up in his face. “Do you take care of business sometimes?” Kareem was still staring down in the water, as if he was scared.

“You better answer when men talk to you, boy” Vincent said. Kareem still didn’t respond. I looked at Vincent – “You know, Vince, I think we have to test this boy, he’s too quiet, too shy and I don’t know what his problem is.

“Yeah, you’re right, Alphonso”, he turned to Kareem and talked into his ear, as if he was threatening the boy, “Stand up straight boy!” Kareem looked confused, he quickly looked at both of us.

“You heard the man.” I talked in a strict tone. He looked as if he wanted to resist the order for his bare life, but looking at us, he could see we meant business. Slowly, he got on his feet and stood up.

What followed was wilder than I ever would have imagined. For some reason, Vincent and me were working together on this as if we had planned it for a long time. As Kareem got on his feet, he tried to cover his crotch with his hands. “Put your hands behind your back,” I ordered him, reluctantly he obeyed. He stood up, dripping wet; the briefs were clinging to his body and revealing the dark skin right through the material. And there it was--Shorty had a boner! He was excited. He wanted it bad. Now, his dick didn’t seem big, but it was evident that it was hard as hell.

Kareem looked ashamed and miserable. I almost felt sorry for him. “Vince, you see this boy pretends to be quiet” I spoke loudly again.

“Yeah” Vincent replied, “but then all of sudden you have this!” Vincent reached out and grabbed Kareem’s hardon through his Y’s. “And this one doesn’t seem to be silent at all.” Vincent was holding a firm grip around the dick.

“Pppplease guys! ” Kareem stuttered, obviously scared – maybe he thought we would harm him. I looked at Vincent; I could see he had that crazy horny glazed glance in his eyes.

“Kareem, I think deep down you’re a wild man, let me see what you got!” Vince opened the Y-front in Kareem’s drawers and started pulling his dick out through it. Kareem seemed to be overthrown by conflicting emotions. His erect dick, his fear, and the enjoyment of being touched.

I joined in. “Kareem, I bet you’re a bad boy with the ladies with this one!” I said and grabbed my fingers around his dick over Vincent’s hands. It was true, Kareem’s dick was small, but still it looked so powerful, strong, dark and strutting. We pushed Kareem back so he could sit on the edge, Vincent started to massage and pull his dick slowly, I spread his legs and began massaging his inner thighs and balls. Kareem threw his head back and grunted.

“So there is sound in you boy. Well this is only the beginning!” Vince was definitely on a roll tonight.

We continued our workshop with this young stud, massaging him, jacking him, sucking his nipples, running fingers in between his thighs, under his balls and into his ass crack. Massaging the area around his ass hole, slipping one finger inside, two fingers inside, three fingers. Now, Kareem was not silent anymore. He grunted, shouted and breathed heavy as a train. Vincent threw his thick lips on Kareem’s dick--now he was howlin’. It was straight up wild! Kareem laid back, spread his legs and started jerking his body, fucking Vincent’s mouth. I jumped out of the Jacuzzi and sat on top of Kareem’s chest, my butt facing his face. I covered his body with mine, Vincent was still in the water, in between Kareem’s legs – and now we took turns licking, sucking and slurping on his whole crotch and ass area. We didn’t leave one spot untouched.

Kareem started to shiver and we understood he was about to cum. We got off him, stood next to each other in the pool and asked Kareem to finish himself off for us. He contemplated briefly, but his desires were too strong. He sat down, squatting, with his legs wide apart and started pulling on his dick like crazy. Vince continued to massage Kareem’s inner thighs and I played with his asshole. Kareem was getting loud again. Soon he built up to that edge of no return and started shooting in Vincent’s face and mine – his white cream hitting us in the face, in Vincent’s hair and on our chests. This boy hadn’t milked in a long time! As he finished off, his dick, still poking out through the Y in his briefs, went down and was hanging flaccidly between his legs.

I thought Kareem would pass out as he let himself fall backwards. But he collected himself, got into the Jacuzzi again, and his whole face had changed. Now he almost looked a bit dangerous. Gone was the insecurity and shyness. He got up real close to me and Vincent – “I’m gon get you for dis here”, he snarled up in our face.

We both laughed, “Oh you gon play rough now?” We were amused, but there was something about the expression on his face.

“Shut up, both of you, now you get up on that edge real quick or hell’s gon break lose up in here!” Kareem boomed.

Man, did DMX just enter this boy’s body? There was authority, military command and chief inspector strictness in his voice now. He wasn’t playing. We got onto the edge--both Vincent and me had boners like out of this world, dying to be taken care of. Once we were on the edge, Kareem was all over us, massaging our dicks through the briefs. And this boy wasn’t soft and gentle. He was rough; and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

He ordered me to sit on top of Vincent’s abdominals. He pulled my dick out of the left boxer leg and Vincent’s dick out of his right brief leg opening. He positioned us so that he could grab both our dicks in his hand, jacking on them like an animal, putting them in his mouth, sliding down one dick, up another. We were probably losing our senses, all three of us. He was so hard, so wild and at one point I though he would break my dick off. I was so into the session by that time that I didn’t even care.

He then positioned us side by side with our legs up, and started slurping our asses in turn. He made sure he didn’t ignore one for too long, before he was back, sticking his frantic tongue up in our hairy ass cracks. And this boy had tongue! He ploughed, he rimmed, he tore, he pushed and he shoved. It was truly insane. Vincent and me looked at each other and jacked off our own dicks, while the boy machine was taking turns on us.

Kareem then made us stand up, and lean forward with our asses towards him. He pulled our dicks from behind and started sucking them in turns. Holding our cocks by the root and pulling out, it hurt, but his tongue made it all good again. There must have been a lot of sex boiling up in Shorty, because I had never experienced more energy. And he was doing the two of us! I was about to explode, and from Vincent’s loud noises I expected the same for him. Kareem then made Vincent lie down and me to kneel and sit down over Vincent’s face, sticking my dick into his mouth.

Vincent sucked it good. Kareem then lifted Vincent’s ass up in the air as he was sticking his tongue deep up in that cracker. With his right hand he was jacking Vincent’s ever-hard big dick while rimming him. Kareem pressed on Vincent’s ass, which was now high up in the air. Vincent was protesting--he wasn’t enjoying this. But Kareem didn’t let him go. My dick fell out of Vincent’s mouth; I suddenly didn’t understand what was going on. Kareem continued to press Vincent’s ass, which must have caused his spine to curl in a very uncomfortable way.

“What’s wrong with you kid?” Vincent shouted. His big dick was now pointing him straight in the face. Suddenly I understood what Kareem’s plan was. So I started lifting Vincent’s head, while Kareem pushed a little more and he inserted Vincent’s dick in his own mouth. Now Vincent was getting it, and started self-sucking like crazy. This was the wildest turn on. Seeing Vince’s pole moving in and out of his own mouth, made me weak and powerless. I couldn’t resist anymore. I positioned my dick over Vincent’s face and shot the heaviest loads on his face, his hairy chest while his dick was moving in and out of his mouth.

That was the button for Vincent’s finale too, he started shooting into his own mouth, pumping, squirting and spilling his milk all over his face. We were overpowered by weakness and almost fell apart, as we untangled.

“Now, you mothafuckas should know that you don’t play with a youngsta like dat”, Kareem tried to keep his threatening face.

“Oh shut up, you crazy ‘lil boy, or I’ll come right up your ass”, I laughed at him. I knocked his feet off the ground, so he fell on top of us. There we were, laying in a heap-- three men in underwear--our dicks sticking out and all sauced down in cum.

“I don’t think we did anything wrong tonight,” Vincent smiled at me.

“You know we weren’t even naked!” I smiled. “And we definitely tried to position it to the left”

We all laughed as we got up and went for the showers.

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