Gay Erotic Stories

I had been out of circulation by choice for a year and three months. They were long punishing months and the only sexual outlet had been self-gratification. I watched porn. Or, I just recalled the countless and even more vivid memories from the less than fifty partners I'd had in my life…both, male and female.

The object of abstinence was to strengthen my connection with my higher chakras. The idea was to attain a more astral consciousness by mastering (or at least disciplining) some of my baser instincts. It was the suggestion of a fellow magus by the name of John. He, too, had been a sexual partner in addition to a fellow practitioner of the Craft. He’d been celibate himself for a full three years prior to our breaking the sexual starvation.

Let it here be known, since childhood I have been accompanied, by he whom I shall call Elexi. That is the only name by which I know him. All signs indicate he has no other. According to one oracle I have consulted, Elexi is an incubus. He’s a seductive and powerful entity. He possesses qualities not unlike a sylvan or a faun as well. According to Roman mythology, these are woodland deities, typically represented as a man having the ears, horns, tail and hind legs of a goat.

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He'd asked me for a smoke in the deserted Skinner's Butte parking lot. The youthful stranger was tall, 6’ 4” I later learned, and big in a muscular way. His face contained dark, almond-shaped eyes and a pencil-thin beard drawn to the contours of his strong jaw. He was dark-haired, though he wore a hooded coat against the chill of the fall night. He almost betrayed a smile.

“What the hell was there to do in this town,” he asked, “besides dope?” Damn, what is the special attraction of bad boys?

“What's goin' on in the shadows?" the young stranger asked, looking sideways and down at me as we walked toward the break from the bike path and toward the slope along the river.

“Trouble," I answered provocatively.

"Trouble's always good to find." he answered, and followed the direction I indicated, saying, "I want'cha to know, man, I don't give it up.”

That was alright. This only exemplified his alpha-male dominance, which suited me this evening.

"Let's get lower, away from the lights," the hooded young man urged. He’d responded to my initial acceptance of his thick cock on the lower path by the river with a reflexive moan

"I wanna pull my pants down off my ass," he murmured.

"Okay, I know a place,” I said, “Just a little further away.”

Ever since that first of the magical summer, I’d come to know these woods. I had fucked, sucked, been sucked and been fucked in slavish obedience to Elexi's demands. I hadn’t neglected the occasional visit to that dark temple of my re-awakening either. I could never forget.

"There's a bush-cave up ahead,” I said and urged him along.

I don't know the age of the six-foot-four dude in the bush cave. And, I didn't care, so long as he knew what he was doing and couldn't help himself.

My hands clasped his muscular ass. His hands clasped the back of my head. His cock grew ever more insistent as he thoughtlessly pushed further to the back of my throat.

Elexi had brought me so far and protected me against so much. He’d guided me into this darkness with this stranger and protected me from the pulsing phallus that threatened to suffocate me.

“Yeah…yeah," he moaned loudly into the gloom of the bush-cave.

I brought my hands gently forward, placing them on his balls and massaging the tender testes. Yet, I still focused on the ride of his cock through the tunnel of my throat and against the silky smoothness at the roof of my mouth. My speed increased as I felt him begin to stiffen even more.

"That's it, yeah," he said, towering over me as I knelt like a penitent man before this bruiser. His silken boxers were crumpled around his muscular thighs. My touch upon him, even as his thick cock grew wider, lengthier and more rigid in my mouth, told me things another might not readily know

Though young, perhaps twenty-five or thirty, he’d done time in jail. The bass-heavy sound of rap music filled the silence. Only by the noises of my avid ministrations on his dick and his urgent voice rose above the tunes.

"Yeah…yeah. Oh fuck, yeah,” he repeated like a musical reprise. “Lick those balls, ‘ya little bitch!" Rap beat or no, he was singing my song. It became our song.

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It was not in these woods that I’d broken my celibacy. That took place on a jaunt beneath an almost full moon. It happened while I was, shall we say, 'camping out' at a facility for men and women going through difficult times in their lives. Among those, I was the only one who still maintained a job and apartment, the latter of which I had no intention of returning to that eventful night.

The year and three months without sex had been punishing. It’s in no small part because of the literal need Elexi both has and instills in me to answer the call. An incubus is, after all, a sexual demon – a masculine fiend with a propensity to oppress mortals, man or woman, if they do not submit to his will. It's entirely possible my difficulties stemmed, in part, from that failure to obey.

The bottom line: I didn't feel alive until finding myself driving through the night from that shelter to the adult bookstore nearest my apartment. My window was rolled down, the moon blazing a cold light and the doleful tones of alternative music assailing the night from my stereo. I felt myself changing, becoming feral in a way I can only describe as relentless and whole.

One year and three months I'd waited. It’d been so long that I wasn't at all sure I'd make contact, be chosen, satisfy another's need…or even mine. I found a booth among those in the darkened arcade in back. Windows linked the cubicles visually. But a few, like the one I’d selected, actually boasted holes wide enough for men to insert their cocks for sucking while the porno movies played. I'd waited so long, I enjoyed surveying the young and handsome males drifting through the corridors, before I'd ensconced myself in a particular booth.

There are those with the unofficial title of "trolls" who wander such labyrinths. Part of me feared that I had become one such as they in my abstinence. Regardless, I fed dollars into the slot and selected an appropriately stimulating video. I picked a gay one, I think, with the idea that anyone looking through the window into my booth would have no trouble determining my interest.

The tallest and blondest of the young guys cruising the hall entered the adjoining booth, praise Elexi. The curly-haired stud presented his cock through the hole after following suit with bills into his own video machine. He was preppie-looking, well endowed and began manipulating his cock at once. I placed a finger or two on the lip of the hole in the window.

He pressed his belly against the wall between us. His cock was semi-hard. His balls were heavily laden. And his bush was as blonde as the mythical Golden Fleece.

While I fully ignored whatever light show played on the screen beside me, I savored him, tongued him and hardened him fully. He was but the first of four furtive encounters that night. All of them were attractive and young. Collectively, they left a stain on the navy sweatshirt I’d worn to the bookstore. I would have to walk out the front door wearing that shameful goo when the orgy was over.

I remember at one point, in my booth between engagements, giving thanks to the primal forces ruling this carnal garden. Looking to the darkened ceiling above me, I praised Elexi. My life had been returned to me after so long a time.

Here’s a footnote to that first evening, which may mean nothing to anyone but myself. As I got into the car and started it up for the return trip back to the shelter, the visceral song "Human Behavior" by Bjork played on the stereo. It was a musical omen as clear as the light of that waxing moon.

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Sunlight glared down. Standing amid the myriad paths invisible from the main trail, I was speechless. I wore sunglasses as I gazed out upon the Willamette River. I feel their approach. They came from two different directions, meeting where I stand at the fork in the trail. I did not look at them, nor did I speak. I simply stared at the river.

Two old fucks shambled like zombies through the brush to reach me. I don't have to say or do anything. One puts his hand inside my shirt and starts to rub my chest. I remain impassive. Their dicks are hard. That's all I see, despite the broad sunshine.

"Squeeze his tits," the more aggressive one said to the other. "That'll get him hot.”

I knew without any other input that the two of them were as much strangers to each other as they were to me. Hands were all over me. Mine reached instinctively to the places they were guided. All this was in silence on my part.

"Suck his dick," came the breathless order. A hand of greater strength than I expected shoved me down onto my knees. Before me was an organ that was stronger than I would’ve dared to guess. Elexi's will be done.

“Ughh,” groaned the giant sub-verbally, his warm liquid white gold jetting into the wet and welcoming walls of my mouth. He had no interest in chatter that night. I liked that a lot.

"I'm gonna come!" the older man cried.

Stepped back, he spilled his seed uncontrollably across the ground in front of us. His creamy gift his gift splashed onto my tennis shoes.

The aggressive man cupped my ass in one hand. As quickly as that, we were done. The exchange was purely carnal, totally anonymous and thoroughly satisfying.

The pair disappeared either into the surrounding woods, back into the world beyond Elexi's sacred temple.

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I am younger now in so many ways since breaking that suspension from sexual behavior and returned to Elexi's fold. I’ve lost forty pounds and gained muscle mass to be reckoned with. I’ve been mistaken for less than thirty-five years of age by more than one person in this last year…and enjoyed considerably younger men than that.

These are but samples of the gifts bestowed upon me by my Master and Ally. I have sex every day or night. Some days I have multiple partners beneath or upon me.

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There is an oracle I use. It’s something akin to an Ouija board. But, it answers strictly in ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ responses. Whether one believes in the Art or not makes little difference to those who do. Do the psychics, Sylvia Brown or John Edward, regard confidence in ESP relevant to the work they perform? It is because of the messages I received on this day from one of my divinatory methods that I make this entry. I was given, what I have come to call, The Thirteen Edicts of Elexi. They may already apply in your life, just as they do in mine.

I asked the Oracle several questions in succession. It answered them each in turn.

"Is 'Elexi' his true or only name?" Yes.

"Is Elexi a sylvan or a faun by nature?" Yes.

"Is Elexi an incubus?" Yes.

"Did I knowingly bring him to me?" No.

"Were you with me today in the woods?" Yes.

"Are you as powerful by day as by night?" Yes.

"Can a succubus seduce a lesbian or an incubus a homosexual man?" I asked the oracle today. No.

I tried a more specific inquiry, "Can an incubus seduce a homosexual man?" Yes.

"Do only I hear your voice?" Yes.

"So, we two in concert create the phenomena?" Yes.

"Are The Thirteen Edicts solely of my creation?" No.

"Did you inspire or pass down The Edicts to me?" Yes.

"Is MoonHeathen a suitable Craft name for me?" Yes.

"Shall I continue to praise you and pass The Edicts forward?" Yes.

The Thirteen Edicts

I. Among his names is Elexi; he is Master; he is Lover; he can be Ally.

II. Worship the body of the man before you; all men's bodies are his.

III. Cultivate lust; harvest flesh.

IV. Find the woman within the man, the male within the female; through these, you will best know them both.

V. Care about beauty; you are beautiful to him.

VI. Pleasure the most lowly, the needful, even the undesirable and old; they are most open to his gifts.

VII. Wear man's essence; consume man's seed; it is delicious to him.

IIX. Court the young; enter through their vanity, for pride is a drug of seduction.

IX. Indulge your senses, that he may know them also; your body is his.

X. Cast images for his sake; speak his name; tell of his works.

XI. Sacrifice to his beauty; yield to his will; his voice is strong and clear.

XII. Mortality is bondage; only by losing yourself can you know freedom.

XIII. Come for him.

There is much work yet do...