Gay Erotic Stories

The last day of the ASD/AMD show is Las Vegas this year was a very surprising day. Not only did our crates come very quickly at the end of the show but for once our team finally had it figured out how to work together. We had the booth torn down in and in the crates in about 3 hours. Record time for a show that size. Anyway, the last task was to send our banner back to our office in Chicago. I send my co-worker to do that while I waited for him at the top of the escalator in the Las Vegas Convention Center. That is where I met Carlos.

Carlos was probably 5’2”, maybe 110 lbs soaking wet and had the tightest little bum a boy could wish to have to suck on. He had brown skin that was soft to look at as it was to touch. His hair was black as night and his eyes were a deep sea green like the waters off Mexico. When he spoke the words rolled from his lips like whispers of angel wings. As he spoke and talked with me, he almost sung. The sweetness of his voices was almost like a song.

I met him just by asking him if he a pen I could borrow, his simple answer was all it took “No, sir but I do have a pencil.”

In that moment of simple words I was awash with emotion and cunningness, how was I going to get this boy back to my hotel room and into my bed? I had to suck on all that he would let me and I had to get my tongue between his tight little cheeks.

I introduced myself as Michael and began the simple small talk that we all have to offer one another. I mentioned my aching back and he mentioned that he could use a massage himself (I finally had my in).

“Well if you would like Carlos, I am a massage therapist (liar) and would love to help you relieve the tension in all your tired muscles” I offered.

His eyes lit up and it was at that moment I knew I was going to be sucking hot brown boy cock tonight “oh Mr. Michael I would love that” he answered and continued “but I have to wait here until my friend comes back to pick up his things I am watching for him”. He motioned to a wall of boxes. I knew that if I left him now all of my plans would be amuck.

“No problem I will wait with you or at the bottom of the stairs and when they arrive we can go to my hotel which is right there” I said as I pointed to the Marriott Renaissance across the parking lot. He agreed that this would be a good idea and that waiting with him at the top of the stairs would be okay. We chatted for at least an hour when finally another hot Hispanic boy showed up. He was much like Carlos but a little older. Carlos introduced him as his cousin Enrique. With my help we loaded all of their boxes into a waiting taxi and when we were finished and a female friend of theirs accompanied the boxes, the taxi drove away. There I was curbside with no one but two hunky Hispanic boys. Of course it was hotter then blazes in the Nevada sun and I suggested a drink at the bar of my hotel, on me of course. They agreed and off we went to my hotel. Being a kind host I asked what they would like to drink and they order beers and shots of very expensive tequila. I ordered a Sex and Cranberry.

They both smoked as do I and we went out to the smoking area. It was just to fucking hot and suggested why not go to my Suite where the air conditioning was working very well and we could also smoke in a comfortable environment. It took some convincing and a bucket of Corona but soon we were all sitting on my king size bed.

Now I have a dilemma. I really want to suck Carlos off but now I have placed the cousin in a position where I either have to ask him to leave or stay and get into his ass as well. We drank and shot the shit for a long time. I learned a lot about them. Things like they had both taken the long run together from El Salvador to the USA. They told me about being beaten and tortured at the hands of guards. They talked about boys there own age or younger that they saw murdered for the shoes on their feet. The whole conversation was going along okay until Enrique told me something that I just could not handle. (I won’t reveal the details because there are some things that should not be repeated and this is one of those stories). Before he told me the story Carlos asked if it was okay if he took a shower. Of course I said yes and showed him the bathroom which was huge. It had a shower stall big enough for several people with 4 adjustable heads and a huge corner bath tub with air jets. While I was getting towels down for him, I was unaware that he had stripped naked. I was reaching up to get the towels when he says to me “I really hope you don’t mind but can I have a bath in that great tub since I am not likely to get that massage since Enrique is here.”

Turning around towels in hand I just about screamed when I saw the god before me. Huge cock, I mean huge cock, with a very long brown foreskin that begged to be sucked on. In my best brave voice I told him to go ahead and use the tub and not to worry about Enrique that I would make sure the promised massage was made good on. He smiled and touched the side of my face as he gave his cock a long slow stroke. I left the bathroom even though I did not want to and returned to Enrique, who had removed all but his white boxers and was sitting on the balcony enjoying a cigarette.

I joined him for a smoke and we returned to my bed. It was then that he told me the last story that made me loose it. The story was about his younger brother and his death. He was running with these two and had got behind when they were jumping on a train. He stumbled and in doing so got left behind but before the train was out of sight the younger brother could be seen running to the train screaming at the boys about the “Dogs”. It was then the Enrique and Carlos witnessed a horrible seen as the Police dogs attacked the boy. They knew in their hearts he had been torn apart by the dogs because of the screams. Enrique finished the story and whether it was the booze or the huge joint we smoked or the heat or what it was I started to cry. I sobbed like a child and Enrique wrapped his arms around me and he began to cry as well. Our sobs must have been pretty loud because Carlos cam out of the bathroom and for no reason he began to cry as well. We held each other for a while and then it became crystal clear that Carlos had a huge boner and it was in my hand. How it got there I don’t remember but I was fully aware that he was thrusting his fully engorged 9 inch fatty into my palm.

I lay back on to the pillows and they joined me. I could see by the tents in their towel and under wear that there was a good chance I was going to be the filling in this sandwich. Things were turning in my favor and all I had to do was make the right suggestion and we were going to have some fun.

“So boys” I said, “who feels like getting into the hot tub and cooling off a bit”. The words had hardly left my mouth before both of them were off the bed, boxers and towel in the air. I removed my clothes and walked into the bathroom. There I stood naked as the day I was born and both of them staring at me. Not at my face but right at my cock. As I stepped into the tub neither of them took an eye of my drooling tool. I sat down between them put my arms around then, pushed my luck and gave them both a kiss on the cheek and then said, “So what should we do now?”

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