Gay Erotic Stories

One Friday night, I was walking home to my flat along Oxford Street when I noticed a very cute Asian boy looking at me. We started a conversation easily enough, even with his limited English and my drunkenness.

It turned out Wayan was from Bali, and had been sponsored to work as a waiter by an Australian couple and had been in the country for a few months. He had known he was gay for a while and had enjoyed a relative freedom in Bali. This night, he told me he was going home from work and was a little lonely.

We conversed a little more as we walked along in the humidity that leads up to the end of February (and the Mardi Gras) in Sydney and got to know each other a little.

Soon, to my surprise, I asked him what he wanted and he replied "a loving boyfriend" For some reason, this just resonated with me and I felt my cock leap to attention, as my mind started fantasizing about how sweet it would be to date this sexy, brown skinned and very desirable boy--to dine out together, to kiss, to sleep together, to make tender and protracted love, and to hold hands at the movies in the protective dark.

In a moment of candour, I told him of the thoughts that were rushing through my head. He smiled and touched my hand with his and said that he had thoughts like that too.

I asked him if he would like to come to my house, 5 minutes away by taxi. He nodded his head and smiled that smile that I would grow to love. Hailing a cab, we sat in the back seats like a couple on their first date and soon I was holding his hand on my cock. The taxi driver, a Pakistani, looked curiously at us.

On arrival at my place, we went inside and without a word our lips met. His soft yielding mouth tasted so good! It was if I was getting electrical shocks each time we kissed...a feeling I had never had before. He knelt in front of me in the most provocative and yielding fashion and unzipped my pants and proceeded to make love to my cock with his mouth. From time to time, I raised him up and kissed his welcoming mouth.

Sooner or later, we ended up naked in my bed, his mouth full of my come, kissing and cuddling. Never before had I been so in control of a boy; I loved the feeling of his total acceptance of my body and cock and how his only desire was to please me and give me his affections. I sucked his cock too, and then felt his tiny delicate rosebud arse with my little finger. He flinched a little and told me that no man had loved him there.

What surprised me most about this was the feeling and conviction in me that as this boys top that I was entitled to explore his body and that it was my right to gradually get him ready for our ultimate act of gay love, anal intercourse. The thought of putting my cock deep inside him as a loving boyfriend was overpoweringly sexy and attractive and seemed, although we had only known each other half an hour, completely natural. Already I wondered if he would, if we were both safe, as my receptive boyfriend and lover, to put my seed inside him bareback.

I told him that I wanted to have sex with him in this way and he nodded in a way that suggested that he looked forward to our journey together. He then totally floored me by suggesting that we go to the Tool Shed together (a local sex shop) the next day and purchase a range of dildos together so that he could be gradually widened up enough so that our love making would not be too painful. He really wanted me as his first anal lover, and I was to be a top for the first time.

The next time Wayan and I made love was to be a sweet and erotic time...and involved a surprise about his sponsoring couple.

To be continued…