Gay Erotic Stories

Damien and I are two practicing witches. We practice the Craft together all the time, like a small coven. We were both around the same age. He was 25 and I was 24. We were both thin, he being a little more muscled than I. I wanted him badly, but I didn't think he had the hots for me until one Full Moon night. We had both planned to do a Full Moon Rite one night. We had everything ready: The Altar, the Sacred Space, and the Circle. We both changed and went out to the circle area. I had a dark blue robe on, and Damien went skyclad (naked). He looked so beautiful in the pale moonlight. He had a penis that was 4 inches non-erect. "Are you ready?" He asked, taking his place across from me in the circle. "Yeah" I said, as I went to the border of the circle. We then started the ritual, after I cast the circle and called the quarters. Everything was going smoothly. But midway through the ritual, while chanting, Damien moved closer to me. My dick began to grow hard. He then whispered into my ear. "I have known that you want me" He said as he moved closer. The next thing I knew, we were kissing, and he took off my robe, making me naked. We both laid down on the ground, him on top of me. He then spread my legs, and kissed my nipples. He then slid his erect, 8 inch cock into my ass. I gasped in pleasure and pain. He thrust it in and out over and over again, his skin rubbing on my erect cock. Damien started going faster, and he kissed me. We both began to reach climax. As our bodies orgasmed, the candle flames rose inch by inch. Then he collapsed on me. After awhile, he got off me, finished the ritual, and we both went to take a shower.