Gay Erotic Stories

When I was younger, I KNEW I was gay. Always knew that I was. I didn't come out until I was a teenager but I always knew I was gay. I feel like when you're gay, you can definitely point out who else is gay. Like a built in radar. I always knew my god brother was gay. He was just so much more of a boy than me. An athlete. Entertained girls (I did too, but not like him). He had few mannerisms. But I still knew he was gay.

When we were boys, he'd always force me to sit in his lap. He'd wrap his hands around my waist and would not let me move. My mom always just laughed but his mom would always give us this look. I remember he would always bend over and ask me to sniff his butt hole. And I would. I use to love that. But things never really escalated til we got a little older.

Back in 2010, things began to escalate. Everytime one masturbated, the other one did too. We couldn't do it without the other person. We'd always masturbate to straight porn though. Like he didn't want me to know he was gay. He'd jack my dick, and I jacked his. We'd stand up, slap our dicks side by side and measure them weekly to see who was bigger. I've ALWAYS had a huge dick. ALWAYS. I'll say his was average but all jokes aside, mine was always enormous compared to his. But his dick kept my big dick brick hard. So smooth and brown. That same year he always wanted a kiss. He would tongue kiss my cheek. Yea, confusing. But he would always just suck on my cheek.

He had a girlfriend but he would always want to do little sexual things with me. He always had sleepovers so ALL his football friends would be over. I just wanted to suck them all off and let them suck and take turns on me. But that never happened. Instead it would always be my god brother who I sucked in his sleep. I use to suck so hard for so long. He was the hardest sleeper. And his dick would get so hard in his sleep. One night, I turned him over and ate his booty. It was so sweet and pink and hairless. I ate him so good and for so long, I'm sure he woke up just a little wet still.

Everytime I would travel home to see him, I would repeat this. However, I Haven't been to my hometown since 2012 and I keep thinking about planning a trip just to see him. Even though he has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend, I know he still thinks about the things we use to do.