Gay Erotic Stories

On my twenty-second birthday, my dad, an Emir in Northern Ghana, was very happy with me having graduated top of my class. As a scion of the throne, he spared no money in a week-long celebration that graced dignitaries from the African continent. The gifts were stupendous and the celebrations were not to be compared to any.

My father is well schooled and values western education. His three wives have Masters degrees in various fields but as wives of the Emir, they were not expected to work in any employment. There was no need, as we are very wealthy and for any of my mothers to work in private or public service would bring opprobrium to the royal House. To tell you the truth, I do not know the number of my siblings as my father had and is still siring many children. All I know is that my mother is the first wife and she bore two sons, Salif and Nasir.And I am Salif. My dad, in his late fifties is what they call a hound dog behind his back. He never sees a beautiful girl and let her pass by. He was just a Solomon of our era. But he was an epitome of benevolence and generosity. These traits of his remain legendary.

So, after all the festivities, he summoned me to his inner chamber. This is where he guards his privacy like no man’s business.

He was sipping red wine and reclining on a sofa surrounded by two beautiful oriental girls. “Ah Salif my son. Come, sit.” He looked at me fondly with a smile that I so much love. I sat beside him(Among his children, only I have the privilege to sit so close to him whenever there is an audience - whether a geisha girl or otherwise,) “I want you to tell me where you want to further your education. You have made me so proud and I am happy .Choose a country in this God’s green earth and you will be there right away.” “Thank you Majesty. I had thought long and hard before now and I have chosen Egypt,”I replied easily but with respect. He looked at me with such incredulity that both of us burst into o a fit of laughter. “Seriously son, tell me. Athens, London, New York, Mexic – “Dad, Egypt remains the cradle of civilization. That’s where I want to do my Masters. I really want to go to Egypt.It has so much history and mysteries. I must learn the hidden secrets that had over the centuries made it one of the greatest countries on earth,”I said with conviction.

When he saw my steely determination and how un- bended my mind was, he gave in and offered me a glass of wine and we toasted to my journey to Egypt.

I was given one of the girls to make my cold night warm and it was ecstatic. The girl did things to me that till today, words cannot describe. But that’s another story for another day. Mind, I was not a virgin.My dad saw to that since I was thirteen. I had my fill of girls of all shapes and sizes and from different genre, race and creed. Yes, is had my fill in the field of sowing my royal oats. After all I am a an African prince. However, despite all these sexual proclivities, I was always hankering for something new and adventurous. I felt there was a terrain I was yet to traverse. That was why I chose Egypt. I had a deep feeling something special was awaiting me in the country of Pharaoh.

I had always been fascinated by the Arabian male species. They always seemed fearless, stubborn, warrior-like and rugged. I could admire them at the palace from a distance but never had the gumption to befriend any of them. My father’s business associates were mostly Arabs. My proclivities and fantasies remained strictly mine. For my dad to hear that I had ever admired a guy, he would disown me without any compunction. He was very, very homophobic as almost every one in my clime is. And that made it even more exciting for me to do something forbidden and dangerous.

Two months later, I was ensconced in a beautiful dorm in a private university in Cairo. President Mubarak was my dad’s friend so I had all I needed for my comfort. I became a friend to a course mate named Hameed. He was my age mate and we immediately hit it off the moment we met. He had this beautiful physique – tall, lean, aristocratic nose, beautiful black hooded eyes, full lips, white set of teeth and a mass of ebony hair. He laughed easily and was very intelligent. But the most striking thing about him was his ability to write a poem or a short story on a whim.I loved to listen to him reciting his poems.They were always about his betrothed, Farida and mostly about the wedding nights etc. It was as him he possessed a Shakespearean gene.

One fateful night, after a heavy rain, the weather became so cool. Dotting our long white robes called jallamiah,with nothing underneath, we sat on the verandah looking at the picturesque city. The muezzin was calling for Insha prayers and we were sharing some jokes. He asked me timidly: “Salif, have you ever…you know?” “What?” “I mean have you ever had , you know... with a girl?” he giggled. “You mean sex?” I asked noncommittally. He blushed bright red . “Don’t be crude,” he said almost primly. “What do you mean?” I teased, feigning innocence. “You can’t say that word,” he said furtively. “Which word?” Still yanking his chain. “The S word,” he whispered. I hissed and smiled knowingly. “Hammed, sex is a natural thing. All your poems are veiled in sexual innuendoes. So don’t be so prudish and holier than thou,” I returned brazenly. As I spoke, I could not believe that he was having an erection and he tried concealing his hard- on but it was too obvious. “See, you dick is rising,” I teased him mercilessly. He looked and me and averted his gaze. Such a lamb... “Okay, look at mine. It is hard too." He hesitated to look but I pressed on, "We are both guys, Hameed, so don’t be shy.” I lifted my jallamiah and showed him my humongous hard- on He gasped and his eyes bulged. It seemed my guy had never seen a hard dick before. “Do you want to touch it?”I whispered seductively. Curiosity got the best of him. He swallowed hard.He was indecisive. I grabbed his hand and pressed it on my now hot dick. Gingerly, he held it like a porcelain artefact. Then, he held it firmly and looked at me with a strange expression on his handsome face. He wanted to say something, but he decided to keep mum. I could see indecision and confusion both written on his face.

I seized the moment and kissed him hard. It was so spontaneous. But I loved spontaneity. He melted in my arms. I thought he would push me away with revulsion. Encouraged in my quest, I wrapped my arms around him as my tongue explored his virgin mouth. His hand was still doing things to my rigid cock.

Gently, I rose up with him in tow. I led him to my room and undressed him. He lay suppliantly like and angel. Wordlessly, I started kissing his forehead, his lips, his chin, went down to his navel till I kissed the tip of his dripping manhood all the while thinking of his romantic poems. Immediately my lips closed on the purple crown of his cock, Hameed’s cum gushed out like Pharoah’s fountain. He convulsed and shivered and groaned like a dying demon. It was the first time I tasted cum. It was hot , spunky and salty. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and swallowed every drop of his man juice.

I allowed him to catch his breath before I turned him on his back, lubricated that virgin asshole while teasing it with one finger, then two, and finally three until his orifice was well lubricated and he started squirming like a bitch in heat. I was also at a brink of exploding as I couldn't wait to discover the hidden treasures inside that Egyptian masterpiece lying before me like an offering for the gods. I positioned myself, looked him deep in his dreamy eyes and plowed home. He screamed in pain but I could not stop. I covered his mouth with mine and sent my tongue deep into every corner of his mout. As my tongue fucked his mouth, my stiff dick rode him like a horse until he started moaning like a girl that had a first taste of cock. This went on for a while. I didn't want it to finish. I wanted to give him a lasting "something to remember me by" experience. The kisses we exchanged was out of this world. My guy was a quick learner. All inhibitions were thrown away as our frenzied bodies wantonly discovered each other with wild abandon. We were in sync and finally hurtled towards climax. I gave a final thrust and unloaded my hot jism into him, it as the best orgasm ever. Finally, I had found my Arabian Kim Kardashian.