Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Abdul. My adolescence was devoid of the usual youthful trysts. I walked through life in sexual illiteracy. I lived in a place where any talk about sex was whispered by adults behind closed doors. When I started being filled with testosterones, I had no one to explain to me the facts of life. I was filled with urges that kept me turning, yearning and tossing in my bed like a billy goat in heat.

At fourteen, I started having wet dreams. I would wake up many mornings with a raging erection and wet underwear. Already I had pubic hair and my hitherto small penis had started growing. I was mostly embarrassed because I always had a hard-on at a sight of a beautiful girl or seeing men pissing by the roadside. Why I never knew anything about sex was also because my parents were ultra conservative Muslims and any topic relating to sex or romance was a taboo. In fact, when watching a good old Bollywood movie, any time a scene showed some kissing or anything romantic, my mother would change the channel to a news or documentary channel, declaring that such acts were not only immoral but evil. That further made me more curious to learn about what's supposed to be so forbidden.

I had a brother who was already in the university. I was only in my junior high school. My only friend, Denis was thirteen and didn't know nary a thing about sex Because of the age gap between me and my brother, I could not muster the courage to ask him about sex. My brother was tough and we didn't have that close brotherly bond between us. Whenever he was home, he hung out with his friends. I was always hid obedient errand boy. Yet, I loved him so much and was always excited to see him at home. My parents worshipped the ground he walked on. Clearly he was the prince. Maybe they didn't plan to have me. I just came accidentally when I did.

Therefore, I was dying in frustration. I didn't know why some slimy liquid came out of my penis whenever I went to pee or why I had those recurring hard-ons. I yearned for answers.

One day, my brother Said, who came for the end of second semester, summer vacation, sent me to buy a pack of cigarettes. He promised to give me some money because I refused to go at first knowing our parent's deep aversion to smoking and drinking alcohol. So I obliged, leaving him at home alone with our new house-help, Joy. She was a very pretty girl aged sixteen with twin jiggling jugs and well rounded asa. Once, on her second day in our employ, she was taking her bath and I accidentally barged into the bathroom to take a leak. Both of us looked at each other in shock. I'd already whipped out my penis ready to pee and she was standing there all soapy like. The sight of her jutting twin mounds of breasts, flawless brown skin, the triangular bush covering her sex and the wet, well curved hips made me attain an instant erection. She looked at my dick, her eyes squinting. I was totally embarrassed. I quickly put my dick back in my pants and ran out.

The prospect of having some coins in my pocket made me run and buy cigarettes for Said. His room was detached from our four bedroom apartment. Holding the pack of ciggies, as I neared his room, I heard some strange noises. A grunt and a moaning sound like someone was in pain. I tiptoed cautiously, curiosity leading me on. His window was slightly ajar. The curtains were flailing from the motion of the standing fan moving from left to right. My eyes widened like saucers when I saw what was going on. Joy was crouched on the bed and my brother, whose brown, hairy, naked frame was backing me. He was thrusting furiously and I could see his muscular ass bucking as he went in and out of her. His balls slapped at her entrance and she moaned loudly. The outline of his gigantic dick spearing through her tight pussy was a sight to behold. His dick was covered with whitish cream. He bent further and squeezed her nipples, adding to her pleasure. My dick hardened painfully. I was glued to the sight of the sexual activity. The more thrusts he delivered, the more Joy moaned. Suddenly, my brother gave a final thrust and shook violently, flattening Joy on her stomach. I had no idea what happened but he withdrew his shlong and I caught sight of its full size. Man that was the longest, fattest dick I ever saw. I caught a glimpse of Joy's pussy too. The pink hole was so small, I wondered how it was able to accommodate my brother's tool. I saw a whitish liquid slipping out of her pussy. Mesmerized by the whole activity, I was rooted to the spot. Said grabbed his boxers and as he was covering his nakedness, he looked up and saw me peeping through the window. Too late, I ducked but he had caught me spying and his face darkened with anger. I knew I was in trouble

I ran away. I knew that at any time he was angry like that, I would be punched till I saw stars. After some few hours, I returned to give him his cigarettes with a plan to dodge away from him and save myself from being turned to a punching bag. By the time I knocked on his door, he was fully dressed and alone, listening to music from his music box. “Abdul, what took you so long?” he growled angrily. “I was here before but you were busy”, I said meekly. “So, you decided to spy on me, eh?” I said, narrowing his eyes. “No, no. I swear I didn't see anything,“ I replied quickly. “Liar,” he grinned thinly, snatching the pack of cigarettes from my extended habd. “ I saw you. Now, you didn't see anything ok? And it better stay that way. If you ever mention what you saw, I swear I will remove some teeth from your mouth”, he threatened with a measured voice. Behind the bravado, I knew his was an empty threat. Should he inflict any wound one, it would arouse suspicion and my parents would know that he was fucking the maid.

Still, I didn't take his threat lightly. My brother took to boxing as a hobby and looking at his tall muscular frame, I was afraid he meant every word he uttered “I swear I will not tell a soul,” I assured him truthfully. “Brother Said, you promised me some change,” I said, looking at him with wide innocent eyes. He smiled and his handsome face lit up. “Yes. A promise is a promise. I will fulfill mine and I trust you to keep your end of the bargain too“. He removed his wallet and shoved two notes into my palm. I thanked him and rushed out to buy ice cream for me and Denis.

When the summer break was over, Said returned to school. I kept on fantasizing about Joy. The vision of my brother's hard rod ramming into her womanhood remained fresh in my mind. I never had an opportunity to see her naked again. She always locked the bathroom door since that day I walked in on her.

When I clocked eighteen, my mother opened a restaurant. The manager was an Igbo boy named Ernest. He was a tall, very agile and jovial guy in his twenties. Whenever he walked, he created an impression of a tiger bouncing with an aim to intimidate its prey. My mother liked him because he was honest and hardworking. His customers liked him for his professionalism and he could actually charm the most beautiful girl within his reach. He wasn't such a devastatingly good looking guy but he had a very positive aura. I liked him too. I was drawn to him, hoping he could teach me a thing or two about sex. He used to regale me with stories of his graphic sexual escapades. I loved to listen to his wild stories that made my dick so hard.

One day, I came across a magazine behind my brother's wardrobe, safely stashed, hidden from prying eyes. Whenever Said was back to school, I used to sleep in his room. I loved the smell of his room. It was a man's room. And I always fantasized about what he did with Joy on that bed. The magazine was named Husler. I opened it and my eyes almost popped out of their joints. In glossy colour were pictures of white dudes with big, erect dicks and chicks with big boobs, open pussies. Some of the pictures showed the men and women in different sex positions. I was really intrigued by the different shapes and sizes of the penises on full display. I locked my lips as I pored over all the pages with new found interest. I ran out and called Denis. He was going on an errand so I told him to meet me in my Said’s room afterwards. Later that day, Denis and I looked at those pictures, drinking in every detail. “So, that is what they call sex,” Denis said. “I think so”, I replied, pressing my erection with my right hand. We were both lying on our stomachs on the bed. “My dick is hard,” said Denis. Duh! “Mine too,” I replied softly. I looked at the tent on his crotch as he turned and faced the ceiling. Denis removed his dick. I had seen it before, when we were in junior high, but it had grown to a healthy ten inches size. I marveled at my friend's size. Not to be outdone, I sat up, whipped out mine too which was thicker and an inch longer. “Wow, your dick has grown bigger,” he said, intrigued. “Yours too,” I replied, trying to be nonchalant about it. “You think they will grow longer?” he asked. “I don't know. But what's the point when we don't have to use them?” I said lazily, imagining ten different things. I moved closer to him. For the first time, I let my hand touch his dick. It was hard,silky and smooth like mine. As I toughed his tool, a tremor ran through me. His cock twitched at my touch. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed gently. Silver liquid dripped out of the slit. Encouraged by what I was doing, his hand found my dick too. He squeezed mine and a small amount of precum forced itself out of my hard pecker. Our eyes were hooded and a strange desire washed all over me. I think Denis felt the same way too as his eyes watered. He pressed harder and I cupped his huge balls sac. I swallowed a strange sound that wanted to emit from my mouth. I felt something surging forth from within me.

We heard footsteps and we quickly tucked in our dicks and went out after shoving the magazine safely under the bed We met Joy outside spreading clothes she just washed. She nodded slightly at us and continued with her chores. We breezed outside the house as if nothing happened. Till this day I wondered what would have happened if we were not interrupted.

One Saturday afternoon, I was bored out of my mind, so I carried the Hustler magazine in my backpack to the restaurant. I wanted to show it to Ernest. He was nowhere to be found. The cook, Ali, had gone to the market to buy some groceries. The restaurant was open, so I knew Ernest was not far away. I went inside his room, which was adjacent to the restaurant. His bed was well made. The room was sparsely furnished with two windows draped by long curtains. I lay on his bed, imagining how many girls he must have fucked there. I opened the magazine and started flipping the pages and imagining wild thoughts. I never got tired of the sight of those muscular men and the voluptuous, naked girls. Suddenly I heard voices. “Come on. No one will know. Ali will not be back soon and I am alone”, I heard Ernest said in a cajoling voice. “Remember the last time Abdul almost caught us,” a female voice said worriedly “Don't worry, Abdul is my boy. Even if he caught us that day he'd not tell his mom. The boy understands.” I was tickled by his small validation. “Ok. But please don't come inside me. I don't want to be pregnant, “ she said. “Good girl. I promise I'll not come inside. Trust me,” Ernest replied . I rushed and hid behind the curtains. Ernest and a buxom lady entered. It was Denis’ sister Selma that my mom just employed as a waitress. Quickly, Ernest removed her gown and panties. Without further ado, he shed off his clothes as well. He started caressing her boobs. Her nipples became erect and she closed her eyes, surrendering fully to him. He was standing behind her. His semi erection became full as she wiggled her big ass against his short but thick dick. It looked angry and ready for action. Knowing that they had not much time, foreplay was brief. He pushed her gently to the bed. He locked the door. As he was about to join her in bed, he saw me peeping through the curtains. He winked at me and resumed his manly duties. Knowing that he had an audience, knowing too about my inexperience, he positioned her well so that I would have a clear view of everything. He inserted a finger into her already wet pussy and played with her clitoris. She moaned like a bitch in heat. He knelt between her legs and started licking her dripping pussy. She clamped her thighs against his head and shuddered violently. Next, he positioned himself, ready for the onslaught. Knowing he had a voyeur, he took hold of his hard cock and placed the tip up on her gaping hole. He rubbed the dickhead on her entrance, till it glistened with his precum and her juices. Slowly, he entered her as she wiggled her ass and her tight hole swallowed every inch of that fat cock. Then the mating ritual began. Ernest earnestly delivered deep and slow strokes. She opened her legs wider and he thrust deeper, eliciting a loud moan from her. He made circular movements with his waist as he fucked her hard and deep. My dick was now as hard as a rock. He kept on plowing home until she shook violently. After a few minutes, he turned her over and proceeded to fuck her doggy style. My eyes were fastened on his dick drilling that pussy. His big balls slapped on her pussy as he drilled faster and faster. Then he bucked his ass and shook as he kept still, shuddering in ecstasy. He whispered some sweet nothings in her ears. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and he stood up after a while. His dick became limp. The look of satisfaction was obvious on his face. They both dressed up quietly and left the room.

I came out of hiding. I went to his bed. I sniffed the bedsheets. I felt a wet, sticky spot that evidenced their copulation. I thought it was pussy juice. The sheets reeked of pure, animal sex. The room actually smelt of sex and sweat. My dick was ramrod stiff. I removed my shirt due to the heat and lay on the bed replaying what I just witnessed. While I was deep in the throes of my fantasy, the door opened and in came Ernest with a wide smile. “You bad boy. I saw you,” he said. “I know you knew I was there,” I said sheepishly. “So, did that show help your sex education?” he asked, grinning. “Maybe. Just a little.” I knew I needed to know more.” I said earnestly. “What else do you want to know?” he smiled mischievously. “Why do guys shake so much when ending the act and I see their dicks going limp?” I asked boldly. “How many times have you seen people having sex?” He was curious. “This is the second time. I saw Said banging joy some years ago,” I blurted out before realizing I'd spilled the beans I had given my solemn promise not to. Said would surely kill me! “Please don't let Said know that I told you. I vowed for secrecy.” “Relax, Abdul. I will not tell him. So the rascal was banging Joy eh? No wonder she never accepted my overtures. She had already seen paradise, “ he joked. “Please, Ernest. Do tell, why do guys shake so?” I was impatient. “Don't worry. We have time, I will show you what happens.” He turned and locked the door. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. I obeyed, all the while watching him, as hurriedly took off his clothes. Ernest was covered with hair. His stout legs, strong, muscular arms, broad chest and well defined back were all covered with hair. His dick was still limp but nicely shaped. He was uncut and the foreskin stood out. His big balls hung loosely. The sight of him in all his glory made me perspire with desire. My heart skipped a beat. My dick was still hard as steel. Looking at me with hooded eyes, he inches toward me and stood over me “Stand up,” the command again. I did as I was told. He pulled me to him. My dick against his, our bellies touched and he held my head with both hands. His mouth found mine and he kissed me deep and hard. The aroma of pussy still lingered on his lips. I was to know that later when I had my very first pussy. That's when I felt his dick hardening. I kissed him back. His tongue shot into my waiting mouth. I held my breath. His teeth ground against mine, sending flames upon flames into my soul. I held him so tight as though I wanted my body to disappear into his. His hairy body tickled me sensuously. My hands were all over his taut body “Slow down buddy,”he said hoarsely I relaxed but the fire raging inside me couldn't be denied. I touched his erection and it grew harder and throbbed. Gently, we sat on the bed. He looked at me. I looked at him. He smiled. I smiled. “Now, come, suck me,” he said directly. “I don't know how, I replied honestly. “Then I'll show you how,” he said, kneeling between my legs.

He held my erection with his right hand. His palm was soft and sweaty. He jerked me a few times, then I felt his warm mouth engulfing my cock. His practiced movement sent me reeling into a deep ocean of bliss. He sucked on my dick like he was eating ice cream. My ears were filled with air, my body shook uncontrollably. Feelings of pleasure so alien and welcoming overpowered me. I didn't want that pleasure to end. After some minutes of pleasurable torture, I pulled back, my dick plopping out of his warm mouth. “What's wrong? he lifted his eyes to look at me. “Let me try that,” I said, getting bolder by the minute. I took his thick pecker into my hand. I could barely wrap my hand around his fully erected dick. It was smooth yet so hard. I kissed the knob that was now dripping with salty precum. I tried to do to him what he did to me. I sucked on the whole length of his hot shaft while playing with his smooth balls. He grunted. He started fucking my mouth. Slowly at first then it gathered momentum. The fact that he just used that tool to fuck a girl earlier added to the thrill. My mouth ached but I didn't care. I was enjoying being filled by his meaty tool. Then he pulled out of my mouth. He moved further into the bed and motioned me to lay by his side. My hands found his hairy body. My fingertips convulsed as they made contact with his hot body. He felt the same. He brushed his thumbs against my taut nipples. Our hands ran freely, roaming, discovering every hidden pleasure. My breathing changed to gasps as his forefinger pried open my asshole. He groaned aloud when he felt the tightness and the heat of my hole. Instinctively I opened my legs wide and arched towards him. He removed his finger, spat on his dick and rubbed his saliva on his purple knob until it was well lubricated. His dick found my softness and he pressed in. Inch by careful inch, his dick pressed on while he kissed my forehead, eyelid, and lips. My legs wrapped around the small of his back and my arms tightened around him as he sank his whole length even deeper.

Excruciating pain and sweet pleasure mixed and made an opera. My hip rocked as he surged into a rhythm. His meaty cock filled me but I still wanted more of him. His thrusts increased their speed, I dropped my head back and scrunched my eyes shut as my twitching hole pulled him in. He didn't disappoint. He was taking me to heights I never knew existed. I gave, he took. He plunged, I received.

I was being royally fucked. His hairy belly pressed and moved against my dick. Our sweaty bodies made squishy noises. Suddenly, he jerked and convulsed as thunder rumbled and crashed outside. My teeth clamped on my bottom lip as my body ached against his, straining, struggling. Then I felt the force of his release. Hot larva of cream came out in volleys deep into me as he kept on giving the last thrusts in throes of orgasm. Feeling him coming into me, something powerful and sweet rushed out of my prick and I shook like a leaf, blown by an August wind. A lightning melted the sky. The earth quaked as we came together.

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