Gay Erotic Stories

While wallowing in the closet, I was a big playboy, literally speaking. I had always been endowed with dark, smoldering good looks, courtesy of my handsome father, who was also a ladies’ man in his hey days. I played basketball in secondary school and I was the perfect poster boy for the bevy of girls in my school. But my PHD(Pretty Huge Dick) was my main asset. Oh how I always loved to flaunt that. My mantra was if you got it, flaunt it. I always wore tight denims or shorts deliberately refusing to wear underwear. That way you could clearly make out the outline of my meaty dick. It provoked many reactions. Eliciting envy from my homies and attracted the opposite sex, both young and old. I was the perfect Mr Big.

I am now twenty and in my final year in the university studying Sociology. I masked my real sexual orientation very well because I come from a reputable family and belong to a religion that abhors all form of sexual activities that do not conform to the male-female genre. Sometimes, I get picked up in a party by older, rich men and spend nights discreetly in high brow hotels or the men's guest houses.

The size of my prick always excite my male paramours and I get very generous ‘tips’ (pardon the pun). These rich men were society men that graced newspaper headlines and society magazines, dating the most beautiful girls. But the society did not know anything about such pretentious and hypocritical double standards. Once, I met a respected but garrulous judge who vehemently condemned gays and called them the worst animals who belonged to the lowest abyss of hell. His face was plastered on national TV stations and he was hailed as a family values promoter. After he guzzled a few bottles of beers, his tone and candour changed. Then he started groping me before midnight. At dawn, when he sheepishly explained that he was just ‘fronting’ I smiled away. I had got him really drunk the previous night and did things to him while I secretly recorded our sexual escapades. I can't start bigots or homophobes.

My friend, Aliyu had a secret Lebanese lover named Bello. They had been dating for quite a while and Ahmed used to confide in me about their hot, clandestine dates. They used to travel a lot and to say I was jealous would not be apt. I was really the green eyed monster. Being the narcissist guy that I am, I planned to seduce Bello.

So, I called Bello one day and we hung out at a park. After downing some chilled bottles of beers, we went to a club and took a couple of girls to a popular club and danced the night away. At two, when Bello was really drunk, his attention shifted to me instead of his girl we was with and to the chagrin of my own babe. I gave the two girls some money and sent them away. In his drunken state, I couldn’t allow him to drive his car so I drove straight to my apartment. I got him where I wanted him!

Bello was a tall,slim, handsome hunk with the kind of sinew body I always craved. Since I had known his sexual preference, I didn’t beat about the bush. I just went to town on him. We kissed fervently with the raw passion of first time lovers , grunting like pigs in heat. Thankfully, I had no nearby neighbours otherwise our sounds would have attracted attention. We fellated each other. He deep throated me with such expertise I had never encountered. Since I was not sure what role he played, I allowed myself to be toyed with by Bello. He worshiped my body and made my dick his altar. In his drunken state, he threw all inhibitions to the wind and showed me what I had been missing and what my friend had been savouring!

After he sucked my now throbbing dick, he lay pliantly in expectation. That was the cue I was waiting for. I had never been penetrated before. I couldn’t even imaging the pain. So, I rather gave than took. I inserted my finger in his hot hole and played with it as he moaned like a bitch. I lubricated it well in anticipation to my final onslaught. My fingers toyed with his hot hole until it became well buttered. I oiled my ten incher, turned him on his stomach and slowly sank it in his sexy, tight orifice. He bucked his hairy bubble butt tightly around my dick as I inched in, squeezing my cock with so much sweetness. I loved the feel of those twin hairy mounds as I slithered in and out of his manhole. He made sounds that made me wish this would last forever. When he wiggled that ass, I plunged in deeper until my distended pole touched his very soul and he cried out in pure pleasure.

I fucked Bello vigorously. I did not know whether it was the fact that I was creeping that got me excited, knowing that Bello was not mine, but I was riding high. I fucked him for three wonderful sessions until he lay weak on my wet bed begging for mercy. He said he had never been drilled this much his entire life. I smiled with such cockiness, thinking, we just got started, dude.

The next morning, I woke up with a hangover. Hangovers always made me horny. I heard the shower running, so I walked into the bathroom. Seeing Bello naked and smelling of fresh soap got me ready for another action.. His flaccid dick and wet body got me really hard. I smiled and joined him. I soaped him and washed him. While doing so, I played with his genitals. He became hard. Warm water cascaded upon upon our naked bodies. His fat dick was ramrod stiff. I rubbed Vaseline around it and while the warm water fell on us, I masturbated him until he spurt his hot semen. I turned him and entered him from behind. This time, I was very rough. I fucked him in different positions like there was no tomorrow. It took me a long time before I finally came. I made sure every drop of my jizz was deposited deep into him. After I came, I withdrew my half erect dick from his hole. He knelt and sucked my dick like he was licking a lollipop. I let him played with my pole until I gently nudged him aside and went out of the shower. He looked slightly disappointed. I winked at him . It was just the beginning after all. We would surely have stolen moments like this, I vowed within me. Below is a treasure for keeps.

We had a lovely breakfast. Our small talks centered on future clandestine trusts and ensuring that Aliyu never found out. I respected his thoughtfulness and assured him that I would be very discreet.

Two days later, Aliyu invited me to his apartment. When I reached there, I met him with Bello. Bello was unusually pleasant and guilt was written all over his face but Aliyu was oblivious to that. I acted cool and pretended as of Bello and I were just platonic friends. The facade held on and I silently wished it would remain so. For while I basked in the pleasure of being a cheat, I didn't want to break my friendship with Aliyu. He was like a brother to me and wed come a long way.

When Aliyu went out to send his neighbour to get us drinks, I quickly went over to Bello, grabbed him and started kissing him. He looked scared and pleaded for me to chill. I was very excited; I ground my hard-on on his. I held him tightly, squeezing his ass cheeks, while showering him with kisses, until I heard Aliyu’s footsteps nearing. I entered the bathroom while Bello adjusted his hard-on and sat down cross legged. I went into the bathroom and poured cold water on my dick. Once it was down, I washed my face and rejoined them.

That night, Bello returned to my place. He professed that since the day we had first fucked, he had been hankering after my ‘glorious dick’(according to him). I was flattered, naturally. I took him to the bedroom and gave him what he wanted. Afterwards, as we lay smoking and talking, he said he wanted to break up with Aliyu. I told him not to. I made it clear that I wanted no exclusive relationship because I intended to marry a girl one of these days and settle into a semi-normal life. Besides, stealing what belonged to my friend was the spice that made the sex so hot, I told myself. He being my sidechick made it all worthwhile. Bello could not fathom my reasoning. He opened that he preferred an exclusive relationship a d wanted me all to himself. I told him flatly that that would not work. I gave him an ultimatum: let's do our doings on the side and he remained with Bello or break u with me and stay faithful to Bello. After a fleeting moment of being downcast, his face lit up and he opted for the former option. He said my dick has now become his addiction. These words remain sweet lyrics to my narcissistic ears. They also made my prong hard. I bent him over and allowed him the pleasure of feeling the power of my cock