Gay Erotic Stories

Over the years I have heard many stories. I am pleased to share this one.

I’m Brad, a 26 years old. I’m an out gay man with a lot of money, some inherited and some I’ve made. I’ve got some strong convictions, one that I don’t believe in religion, and one that everyone needs a very active sex life. A friend was getting married. I went to the wedding. The priest who did it was really hot, so at the reception I wanted to meet him. Name was Nick. Up close he was even better than from a distance. Pierced ears but no earrings, obviously a little makeup.. We met and I looked him directly in the eyes and we both knew who the other was. We got drinks and moved to a secluded table. I introduced myself, he did the same. He had just been transferred to this new parish and the city. He said he didn’t now very many people. I decided to make a move on him. “You know you are a very attractive man.” “Thank you, and you are also a very attractive man.” “I really would like to spend some quality time with you. Are you open to doing that?” “You know as a priest I am supposed to be celibate.” “Yes, but I also know that some commitments are not always meant to be totally kept. I’ve had the groom in the marriage you just made, and I am sure I will have him again. That is just the way things are. You said supposed to be celibate. That sounds to me like you are not always successful at it.” There was a long pause. Finally he said, “No, I’m not very good at celibacy. I try but in the town I just came from I had a guy I just could not resist. Now I’m here and thought I would try again.” “What the fuck. Why try? You’re a beautiful man who really turns me on. I want you, and you need sex. It’s really that simple.” I invited him to my house in a couple of days, gave him my number, told him to call me. He said he would think about it. He called me two days later and said he would come over. He had the next day off. When he got there he was wearing earrings, and open shirt, a beautiful necklace, and tight pants. His basket was clearly visible. I had some drinks, and a bong. He was open to both. We sat and talked. He told me about his life, his struggles with both religion and sex. I had some really good weed, and he knew how to savor it. He got more and more relaxed. The first kiss was incredible. He was so fuckin horney. And he knew how to kiss, with his tongue deep in my mouth and his hands exploring my body. I really wanted his cock in my mouth, I wanted to watch and feel him getting the pleasure he so must wanted and needed. I’m a damn good cocksucker and gave him all I could. He loved it. I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I took my cock out moved it to his mouth. He swallowed it whole. Damn, he was really good. He loved my nipple rings, and sucked them with relish. We went on for almost two hours of truly great sex, fucking each other. His ass was tight and felt so good. And he fucked like a true pro. We spent the night together in my bed, close to each other as we could be. The next morning I asked him if he had any regrets about what we had done. He said he didn’t, but it did make his life a bit more complicated I told him I would be there for him whenever he wanted me. He called me a week later and came over again. I told him I wanted to take him to a gay bar on the other side of the city, where no one would know him. He was very open to that. I had invited a couple of friends to meet us there.. I wanted him to be a gay amn with other gay men, just enjoying the gift of being gay. Nick enjoyed it. He went out on the dance floor with my friend Gary. He just looked so fucking beautiful wrapped in the arms of another man. We came home to another night of great sex. The next morning we talked about the possibility of a three some one of these time.