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I've been writing gay erotic stories for a while but recently gathered the courage to start sharing them. Here’s one of my stories—hope you enjoy! If you find it interesting, you can check out more through this link: some other website/GayNovUncut
The room reflected Gus’s personality. The leather couch in the corner, motorcycle magazines on the shelf, and his well-worn helmet on the nightstand—all testified to his love for machines and his rugged, practical style. The air carried a faint scent of his aftershave and motor oil, giving the space a heavy, masculine atmosphere.
When Mark opened the desktop on the computer, he noticed a folder labeled "xxx." Mark hesitated—it wasn’t his computer, after all—but curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on the folder, revealing a row of untitled video files. One of the files was dated just a few weeks earlier. His fingers moved almost on their own as he clicked on the video.
The video began to play, and Mark stared at the screen. There, on the same bed just a few feet away, was Gus. The lighting in the video was warm but revealing. Gus’s broad back glistened with sweat, and his bearded face was buried between the cheeks of a younger man. The guy looked to be in his early twenties, with a slim and graceful frame. His smooth, dark skin shimmered in the light, and his boyish face carried distinct Asian features.
Mark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. Gus’s large, rough hands held the young man’s cheeks apart while his tongue worked slowly over his entrance. The guy moaned softly, his narrow hips writhing in sync with Gus’s movements.
The sight was both shocking and impossible to ignore. Gus’s body, with its slight belly and unsculpted physique, radiated raw masculinity, and the contrast
between his rugged features and the young man’s slender, smooth body made the scene even more intense.
Mark sat frozen in the chair, staring at the screen, a mixture of shock and fascination running through him. Gus—his best friend for decades—was on his knees on that very bed, the same bed only a few feet away. His bearded face was buried between the cheeks of a younger man who looked no older than his early twenties. The young man’s soft, dark skin glistened in the light, his narrow hips trembling under Gus’s hands. His Asian features were boyish, yet twisted in pleasure as he moaned softly.
Mark could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Gus? The same guy who always complained about ‘flamers on TV’? The guy who never showed the slightest sign that he could be into men?"
His thoughts raced, and part of him wanted to turn off the video. But instead, he remained seated, unable to look away.
"This is something he never wanted me to know."
Gus worked methodically. His tongue moved slowly over the young man’s entrance, circling the rim before pressing inside with precision. His rough hands kept the cheeks spread, and the sounds of Gus’s moans mixed with the young man’s gasps. His slender body responded to every movement, and Mark couldn’t help but be fascinated by the contrast between them—Gus’s sturdy, untrained build against the young man’s delicate, boyish frame.
Without noticing, Gus's hand had slipped down over his thigh. It started as an unconscious movement, but soon he found himself gripping his cock. It was already hard, and as he moved slowly, the touch sent small waves of pleasure through his body.
Mark's fingers brushed over the tip, and the foreskin slid back and forth in a rhythm that almost mirrored the movements on the screen.
On the screen, Gus had now brought out a black dildo Mark stared, fascinated, as Gus began using it on the guy. The movements were careful at first, almost gentle, but soon the pace increased. The guy’s small, slender cock twitched slightly, and his tightly drawn-up balls pulled even closer to his body. Mark felt the heat in his own body intensify, and his hand movements grew bolder.
Gus then lay on his back, and the guy climbed on top of him. The sight of the guy starting to ride Gus made Mark breathe heavier. Gus’s large hands held him firmly in place, and his long, veined cock slid in and out at a steady pace. His balls bounced in sync with the movements, and Mark noticed how his own hand matched the rhythm of the scene. His foreskin was slowly massaged over the tip of his cock, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge.
His thoughts remained scattered. How could this be Gus? But at the same time, there was something intense and forbidden about witnessing this. It was something he couldn’t stop watching, even though he knew it was wrong.
Mark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. The sight of Gus, lying on his back while the guy rode him with graceful precision, filled his mind. Gus’s hands gripped the guy’s slim hips, guiding his movements, and every thrust drew moans from both of them. The guy’s Asian features grew more distorted with pleasure, his boyish face glistening with sweat.
Mark’s hand kept moving, slowly but with growing confidence, over his cock as he stared at the screen. His foreskin slid back and forth over the tip, and he felt his body heat up from the forbidden scene. But something else caught his attention—the dildo It had been in Gus’s hand earlier in the video, black and thick, and the thought hit him like a lightning bolt. Is it here in the room?
He glanced toward the dresser in the corner. At first, he hesitated, but the warmth and tension in his body pushed him to stand up and walk over. He opened the drawer with fumbling hands, rummaging through Gus’s clothes and small belongings. And there, beneath a few folded shirts, it lay—black, heavy, and identical to the one in the video.
I've been writing gay erotic stories for a while but recently gathered the courage to start sharing them. Here’s one of my stories—hope you enjoy! If you find it interesting, you can check out more through this link: some other website/GayNovUncut
One click too many- part 1
Mark sat at Gus’s computer in the bedroom. He was 45 years old, just like Gus, and their friendship stretched back several decades. Gus had been the best man at his wedding and had now been his roommate for two years, ever since Mark's wife had left him. Living together had been practical—Mark needed the company, and Gus needed a place to stay. Despite their differences, they had always gotten along well.The room reflected Gus’s personality. The leather couch in the corner, motorcycle magazines on the shelf, and his well-worn helmet on the nightstand—all testified to his love for machines and his rugged, practical style. The air carried a faint scent of his aftershave and motor oil, giving the space a heavy, masculine atmosphere.
When Mark opened the desktop on the computer, he noticed a folder labeled "xxx." Mark hesitated—it wasn’t his computer, after all—but curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on the folder, revealing a row of untitled video files. One of the files was dated just a few weeks earlier. His fingers moved almost on their own as he clicked on the video.
The video began to play, and Mark stared at the screen. There, on the same bed just a few feet away, was Gus. The lighting in the video was warm but revealing. Gus’s broad back glistened with sweat, and his bearded face was buried between the cheeks of a younger man. The guy looked to be in his early twenties, with a slim and graceful frame. His smooth, dark skin shimmered in the light, and his boyish face carried distinct Asian features.
Mark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. Gus’s large, rough hands held the young man’s cheeks apart while his tongue worked slowly over his entrance. The guy moaned softly, his narrow hips writhing in sync with Gus’s movements.
The sight was both shocking and impossible to ignore. Gus’s body, with its slight belly and unsculpted physique, radiated raw masculinity, and the contrast
between his rugged features and the young man’s slender, smooth body made the scene even more intense.
Mark sat frozen in the chair, staring at the screen, a mixture of shock and fascination running through him. Gus—his best friend for decades—was on his knees on that very bed, the same bed only a few feet away. His bearded face was buried between the cheeks of a younger man who looked no older than his early twenties. The young man’s soft, dark skin glistened in the light, his narrow hips trembling under Gus’s hands. His Asian features were boyish, yet twisted in pleasure as he moaned softly.
Mark could hardly believe what he was seeing.
"Gus? The same guy who always complained about ‘flamers on TV’? The guy who never showed the slightest sign that he could be into men?"
His thoughts raced, and part of him wanted to turn off the video. But instead, he remained seated, unable to look away.
"This is something he never wanted me to know."
Gus worked methodically. His tongue moved slowly over the young man’s entrance, circling the rim before pressing inside with precision. His rough hands kept the cheeks spread, and the sounds of Gus’s moans mixed with the young man’s gasps. His slender body responded to every movement, and Mark couldn’t help but be fascinated by the contrast between them—Gus’s sturdy, untrained build against the young man’s delicate, boyish frame.
Without noticing, Gus's hand had slipped down over his thigh. It started as an unconscious movement, but soon he found himself gripping his cock. It was already hard, and as he moved slowly, the touch sent small waves of pleasure through his body.
Mark's fingers brushed over the tip, and the foreskin slid back and forth in a rhythm that almost mirrored the movements on the screen.
On the screen, Gus had now brought out a black dildo Mark stared, fascinated, as Gus began using it on the guy. The movements were careful at first, almost gentle, but soon the pace increased. The guy’s small, slender cock twitched slightly, and his tightly drawn-up balls pulled even closer to his body. Mark felt the heat in his own body intensify, and his hand movements grew bolder.
Gus then lay on his back, and the guy climbed on top of him. The sight of the guy starting to ride Gus made Mark breathe heavier. Gus’s large hands held him firmly in place, and his long, veined cock slid in and out at a steady pace. His balls bounced in sync with the movements, and Mark noticed how his own hand matched the rhythm of the scene. His foreskin was slowly massaged over the tip of his cock, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge.
His thoughts remained scattered. How could this be Gus? But at the same time, there was something intense and forbidden about witnessing this. It was something he couldn’t stop watching, even though he knew it was wrong.
Mark couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. The sight of Gus, lying on his back while the guy rode him with graceful precision, filled his mind. Gus’s hands gripped the guy’s slim hips, guiding his movements, and every thrust drew moans from both of them. The guy’s Asian features grew more distorted with pleasure, his boyish face glistening with sweat.
Mark’s hand kept moving, slowly but with growing confidence, over his cock as he stared at the screen. His foreskin slid back and forth over the tip, and he felt his body heat up from the forbidden scene. But something else caught his attention—the dildo It had been in Gus’s hand earlier in the video, black and thick, and the thought hit him like a lightning bolt. Is it here in the room?
He glanced toward the dresser in the corner. At first, he hesitated, but the warmth and tension in his body pushed him to stand up and walk over. He opened the drawer with fumbling hands, rummaging through Gus’s clothes and small belongings. And there, beneath a few folded shirts, it lay—black, heavy, and identical to the one in the video.
