Gay Erotic Stories

I am a traditional Jamaican guy. By that I mean I’m a bit conservative, I talk bad about gays (“batty men”), I like my woman to be in charge of the house and I see myself as a family man whose obligation is to look after the financial and material stability of my family. I guess I’m also traditionally Jamaican in the sense that I think I’m quite good looking, have a few freaky sides, like rum, dance to soca and both talk and laugh hard and loud. I’m 31 years old, 6’2” tall, dark brown complexion, keep my body in good shape, and dress smart.

I have always been fascinated with other men’s bodies--the toned and muscular ones with nice curves and shapes. I found myself sneak peaking at good looking guys--probably an instinct of competition. Especially since I am a workout instructor myself, and always had an interest for building the body.

A few years back, a new job opportunity caused my family to move to a new city. I had just started living with my girl, and we moved up together. Trouble was, I’m a social person and found it hard to establish new relations. All my colleges were white, and I had no real interest in getting to know them beyond the job. My family was getting on fine, but for me, the feeling of being lonely was starting to get to me. Since I am a certified workout instructor, I decided to apply for a post at a downtown gym. I have a pretty impressive track record, and was offered to conduct classes twice a week plus being available as personal instructor.

I started my first classes on a Thursday evening. My classes are based on aerobic, but with intense exercises and high speed to build up muscles. About 25 people attended this class. There were quite a few Black people there, and a couple of stunning sisthas too that registered as I was working with my class. But it wasn’t the Sisthas that got stuck on my mind, it was this guy who was working out like it was the last thing he’d decided to do. Goodlooking brotha,--around 30, tall, shaved head, dark, masculine African features and with a toned body that obviously had been through exercise for a great while. He had a yellow tank top on and blue short tights under. The strong colours complimented his dark complexion, and every time he raised his arms, his top went up and this incredible bulge in his blue tights was visible. I surprised myself finding my mind concentrating on what that dick could look like.

People tell me they see me as an authoritative person. I normally play on that as an instructor, to make my class reach maximum potential. Ironically, what ever I instructed the class to do, this Brotha did with double intensity. I started playing with that, and trying to see how much of that dick he would show me. I instructed the class to jump and the Brotha was jumping like there was no tomorrow, much to my amusement, since his dick was bouncing from side to side inside his blue tights. The Brotha was packing!

During stretching I had them all lay down on their back. His bulge was up in the air. I asked them to raise and lower their hips while lying down. That monster wrapped in blue spandex was trippin’ and playing my mind. I collected myself and rounded off the class, wondering if I had gotten crazy or something.

After class, as I was ready to leave the gym, I ran into Brother Blue, also leaving. He was now wearing a casual suit with an open shirt. I told him his work out intensity was impressive. He smiled and said thanks. We started talking and decided to sit for a little while in the juice bar. His name was Adelayo, of Nigerian descent, working with banking and finance. We started talking about our families and quickly found out we had a lot in common. He said his wife was the best cook ever and that he would invite me over for Fufu one day.

We both had ideas for setting up a privately owned business and we became very enthusiastic about planning it together. So we exchanged numbers and decided to meet up later to discuss our options. Nothing sexual was really in the air, but I found my eyes wandering down to Adelayo’s crotch area every now and then, just to check for that banana. But his pants didn’t give away anything. Only as he stood up after our conversation, he raised his arms, yawned and stretched to the ceiling. My eyes hit his crotch again, and there it was, a sideways, left pointing Yam dick inside his off-white pants. I quickly contained myself, we shook hands, and Adelayo left the gym.

I decided to sit in the juice bar just for 2 more minutes, finding I was happy to at least have one friend in this new place. Plus I was puzzled by my obsession with this guy. I whisked it away and told myself my mind was just playing tricks with me. As I got ready to leave, the receptionist came over to me and asked me if I could talk to this guy who wanted a personal instructor. I agreed and followed her to the reception. This light skinned Brotha with baby-locks was waiting by the counter. I examined him with my eyes. The Brotha was kinda rough neck, in his baggy jeans, Timbs, leather jacket and caps. He was tall, very light complexioned, full lips and probably in his late 20’s. He extended his hand, “Hi, I’m Abdirashid – they tell me you’re a good instructor”.

Abdirashid said he was having pain from an injury to his knee and needed assistance in training. I asked him to follow me into the office, so we could talk more. He explained that he just moved to the city as well. He got a job as the couch of a local basketball team, and he wanted to make sure he maintained himself fit and healthy, as well as working on his injury. He said he needed a strict programme and to see quick results.

“Well,” I said taking a quick look at his physical status, “You found the right instructor”.

Abdirashid smiled and stared me straight in the eye and said “I should show you this” – he started unbelting his baggy jeans and pulled his shirt up. Under the shirt a perfect washboard was hiding, also serving as fertile ground for a carpet of black curly hair growing their way right into his white, tight CK’s. Now here was a Brotha displaying a bulge close to my casaba sized friend Adelayo. Abdirashid’s briefs were trying to hold firm a phat dick in an upright position, pointing out from a set of round, heavy balls. I was getting distracted again and tried to focus on the reason behind this free entertainment show.

I didn’t hear one word, though, of his explanation of how he injured his knee and what went wrong and what was still bothering him. I just made sure I said “yes” and “no” and “hmm” in the right places. Obviously, Abdirashid was used to working out and already he had achieved quite good results with his body, and hey, if he wanted ruff trainings, he didn’t have to look no further! As we talked more, I found out he was of Somali and white English parentage, had had a career in basketball, had worked as a computer programmer and was married to a Somali woman, with 3 kids.

As Abdirashid pulled up his pants and closed the entertainment–much to my relief –we started talking of how also he had thought of plans to start his own business and I immediately thought of Adelayo and how maybe we could work together--all three of us. We made appointments, exchanged numbers and I left the gym, happy to have met some potentialyl good friends.

That same evening, as I talked to my wife, I decided that I was going to invite both Adelayo and Abdirashid to hang the next evening. My wife was excited to hear that I met some Brothas I obviously clicked with. She was going away to visit her parents for the next few days so I would be having the house to myself. There were a few bottles of Captain Morgan rum I needed to finish, and I knew just in the company of who they should be finished. Next morning I called both Brothas. Luckily it turned out they had no other plans, so we decided to meet at my place in the evening and discuss business. And boy, did we get down to business!

As a Jamaican, nobody beats me in making excellent rum punches. I know how to mix and blend it just right; fruity and juicy taste, making you drink away while not feeling too much of the alcohol. I can also bear witness to the fact that Brothas let a few things lose under influence of rum--a few things more than I had actually expected. Adelayo showed up first, now wearing dark yellowish suit pants and a matching shirt. This guy was into style, I noticed. As he took a seat in our deep 3-seater couch, those mighty balls made themselves visible again right between his legs. That phat cucumber was hanging freely inside his pants and was shouting for some attention.

I prayed Adelayo didn’t notice my fixation, and quickly went to fix him a drink. The doorbell rang and Abdirashid had arrived. Abdirashid was wearing deep red Fubu tracksuit, with ‘didas on his feet. I introduced the two Brothas, and soon we were talking away, connecting, planning, laughing and hi-5’ing, killing the rum decilitre by decilitre. As we talked, laughed and drank, the laughing got louder, the topics fell off track and more physical touching was involved in our conversation; Leaning on the other one’s knee, holding one’s shoulder, touching the Brothas head etc. This was just what I was missing, a coupla niggaz just hanging, coolin’ and vibin’ just like boyz should and must do. And then we moved into doing more than we probably should and must do....

Somehow we got on to the subject of dick size, and whether women were obsessed with it, why white men were so obsessed with our dicks and so on. We started joking. I boasted that Jamaicans have the biggest dicks, Adelayo was claiming the size was the pride of Nigerians and Abdirashid was claiming that he was the most advantaged because he “got the best from two cultures”. We were laughing hard and I excused myself, I had to go to the toilet.

“Well women go there together all the time, why can’t we”, Adelayo laughed and followed after me.

“What the hell, let’s settle this size issue once and for all”, Abdirashid shouted and headed for the toilet too. So there we were, three adult, married, drunk, straight men, pulling our pants down to the floor, flashing our dicks over the toilet, taking a leak together. I flashed my 9.5’er first, followed by Adelayo who was equal in size, but much fatter. What Abdirashid didn’t have in fatness, he had in length–he outdid both Adelayo and me.

After the leak we just got standing there with our dicks out in the air. Abdirashid and Adelayo who were both circumcised got very fascinated by my hooded meat, and wanted to know how does it feel. We started talking about our dicks and what we liked women to do with them, how we started masturbating as teenagers and what we still hadn’t done sexually and still wanted to try.

From there on, it just got wild. Clothes came off, dicks went up and our minds got blown out completely. And I probably don’t remember the details in the correct order. Somehow, my dick got hard and I decided to put on a foreskin show, jacking and pullin’ my dick–much to their amusement. Their dicks were hard and stiff too.

“Here,” Abdirashid said and reached for the baby oil bottle, “This makes you glide more smooth!” He poured it on my dick and started rubbing the oil in. The Brotha’s hand felt good on my dick and it got even harder. Adelayo just watched with his mouth open.

“Help me out, man,” Abdirashid told him – “let’s show him how a real lady should have done it to him”.

“Well, for one”, Adelayo said. “My lady doesn’t suck me right. If I could have shown her, I would have done this...” – before I knew it, Adelayo was down on his knees, gagging on my dick. He was eating and munching away and, damn, this Brotha was putting all the passion into it.

Abdirashid got down on the floor too, positioned himself behind Adelayo and shouted, “Fuck, you’re a total freak, man” – he grabbed Adelayo’s dick from behind and started pulling it between his legs. I sat down on the toilet, with Adelayo’s mouth still attached to my dick. Adelayo was on his knees, bended over, sucking me, and having his dick pulled out through his legs from behind by Abdirashid. Abdirashid massaged Adelayo’s dick and balls well, and started opening up his ass with his hands, massaging further on Adelayo’s exit point. As much as I was enjoying him sucking on my dick, I couldn’t stop being entertained by the obvious ecstasy he was feeling by this action pack situation.

There was just a lot of huffing and puffing and masculine growling in that toilet that evening. I went on to suck on Abdirashid’s long dick, while he was tonguing Adelayo’s ass. After a while, since Adelayo was so into having his ass handled, Abdirashid and me indicated to each other that his Brotha needed to know a few things once and for all.

We oiled our dicks and positioned that dark, handsome, cucumber dick Nigerian under us and took turns ploughing his ass. There was no end to the loud sounds coming out of Adelayo’s mouth. We really worked each other and took turns like a factory team battling with production deadline. At the end we all stood up and circled jerked ourselves up the point of no return. Communicating well, we came all, almost synchronised.. And, boy, this was three men making so much noise that the whole neighbourhood must have heard it while we squirted each other down in milky semen.

I didn’t know that I had so much fluid in my balls, because it seemed to never stop. Exhausted and probably hit by the surprise we all felt by going places we never thought we would - together, we just fell on top of each other. We closed the session by showering together, drying each other and helping each other getting dressed. It was early morning, and as Adelayo and Abdirashid took off in a taxi, I smiled to myself and knew that I had settled in my new city and made friends who would do just anything for me....

________________________________________ Alphonso Daniels: AlphonsoXL@hotmail.com