Gay Erotic Stories

My father is well schooled and values western education. His three wives have Masters degrees in various fields but as wives of the Emir, they were not expected to work in any employment. There was no need, as we are very wealthy and for any of my mothers to work in private or public service would bring opprobrium to the royal House. To tell you the truth, I do not know the number of my siblings as my father had and is still siring many children. All I know is that my mother is the first wife and she bore two son, Salif and Nasir.And I am Salif. My dad, in his late fifties is what they call a hound dog behind his back. He never sees a beautiful girl and let her pass by. He was just a Solomon of our era. But he was an epitome of benevolence and generosity.

So, after all the festivities, he summoned me to his inner chamber. This is where he guards his privacy like no man’s business.

He was sipping red wine and reclining on a sofa surrounded by two beautiful oriental girls. “Ah Salif my son. Come, sit.” He looked at me fondly with a smile that I so much love. I sat beside him(Among his children, only I have the privilege to sit so close to him whenever there is an audience - whether a geisha girl or otherwise,) “I want you to tell me where you want to further your education. You have made me so proud and I am happy .Choose a country in this God’s green earth and you will be there right away.” “Thank you Majesty. I had thought long and hard before now and I have chosen Egypt,”I replied easily but with respect. He looked at me with such incredulity that both of us burst into o a fit of laughter. “Seriously son, tell me. Athens, London, New York, Mexic – “Dad, Egypt remains the cradle of civilization. That’s where I want to do my Masters. I really want to go to Egypt.It has so much history and mysteries. I must learn the hidden secrets that had over the centuries made it one of the greatest countries on heart,”I said with conviction.

When he saw my steely determination and how un- bended my mind was, he gave in and offered me a glass of wine and we toasted to my journey to Egypt.

I was given one of the girls to make me cold night warm and it was ecstatic. The girl did things to me that till today, words cannot describe. But that’s another story for another day. Mind, I was not a virgin.My dad saw to that since I was thirteen. I had my fill of girls of all shapes and sizes and from different genre, race and creed. However, I was always hankering for something new and adventurous. That was why I chose Egypt.

I had always been fascinated by the Arabian male species. They always seemed fearless, stubborn, warrior-like and rugged. I could admire them at the palace from a distance but never had the gumption to befriend ant of them. My father’s business associates were mostly Arabs. My proclivities and fantasies remained strictly mine. For my dad to hear that I had ever admired a guy, he would disown me without any compunction. He was very, very homophobic. And that made it even more exciting for me to do something forbidden and dangerous.

Two months later, I was ensconced in a beautiful dorm in a private university in Cairo. President Mubarak was my dad’s friend so I had all I needed for my comfort. I made a friend with a course mate named Hameed. He was my age mate and we hit t off the moment we met. He had this beautiful physique – tall, lean, aristocratic nose, beautiful black hooded eyes, full lips, white set of teeth and a mass of ebony hair. He laughed easily and was very intelligent. But the most striking thing about him was his ability to write a poem or short story on a whim.I loved to listen to him reciting his poems.They were always about his betrothed, Farida and mostly about the wedding nights etc.

One fateful night, after a heavy rain, the weather was cool. Dotting our long white robes called jallamiah,with nothing underneath, we sat on the varander looking at the pictureques city. The muezzin was calling for Insha prayers and we were sharing jokes. He asked me timidly: “Salif, have you ever…you know?” “What?” “I mean have you ever had , you now with a girl?” he giggled. “You mean sex?” I asked noncommittally. He blushed bright red . “Don’t be crude,” he said almost primly. “What do you mean?” I teased, feigning innocence. “You can’t say that word,” he said furtively. “Which word?” Still yanking his chain. “The S word,” he whispered. I hissed and smiled knowingly. “Hammed, sex is a natural thing. All your poems are veiled in sexual things. So don’t be prudish.” As I spoke, I could not believe that he was having an erection and he tried concealing his hard- on but it was too obvious. “See, you dick is rising,” I teased him mercilessly. He looked and me and averted his gaze. “Okay, see mine. It is hard. We are both guys so don’t be ashamed.” I lifted my jallamiah and showed him my humongous hard- on He gasped and his eyes bulged. It seemed my guy had never seen a hard dick before. “Do you want to touch it?”I whispered seductively. Curiosity got the best of him. He swallowed hard.He was indecisive. I grabbed his hand and pressed it on my now hot dick. He held it firmly and looked at me with a strange expression on his handsome face

I seized the moment and kissed him hard. It was so spontaneous. But I loved spontaneity. He melted in my arms. I wrapped my arms around him as my tongue explored his virgin mouth. His hand was still doing things to my rigid cock.

Gently, I rose up with him in tow. Took him to my room and undressed him. He lay suppliantly like and angel. Wordlessly, I started kissing his forehead, his lips, his chin, went down to his navel till I kissed the tip of his dripping manhood all the while thinking of his romantic poems. Immediately my lips closed on the purple crown of his cock, Hameed’s cum gushed out like Pharoah’s fountain. He convulsed and shivered and groaned like a dying demon. It was the first time I tasted cum. It was hot , spunky and salty.

I allowed him to catch his breath before I turned him on his back, lubricated that virgin asshole and plowed home. He screamed in pain but I could not stop. I rode him like a horse until he started moaning like a bitch in heat. When I finally unloaded my hot jism into him, it as the best orgasm ever. Finally, I had found my Arabian Kim Kardashian.