A Typical Gay Erotica

The Only Chapter

Well I guess I should start out by describing myself...
5' 11", muscular, not too hairy, blonde hair, green eyes. Uncut dick, about 7 inches long, not too thick.
(Yep, only physical descriptions, because even though I'm full of substance, it seems that the world doesn't value that as much as it does physical appearance.)
So now that you know what I look like, I should tell you that I'm gay. And I'm a top.
(I told you that because being a gay male, I'm expected to revolve every bit of my life around my sexuality and sexual topics in general.)
So now, onto the sexier parts of the story.

I'm in the club, dancing. (What a stereotypically gay activity.)

I see a guy from across the room, and he looks back at me. (I've also done the same thing with some of the guys right next to me, but I've chosen to ignore them for whatever reason.)

This guy is the hottest guy- a blonde white twink with blue-green eyes and a tan. (Because even the gay community has been conditioned to see certain traits as "hot", even though there are many other combinations of traits that would also qualify as "hot", and also I can somehow see his eye color from across a room that's flashing with lights but is otherwise dark.)

I make my way to the bar where he's standing, then start casually talking to him. (Because as a gay, I somehow escape the laws of awkwardness, and I am instead filled with confidence.)

He is a bit nervous at first, but soon we're talking like old friends. (Ah yes, the completely stereotypical patterns of "confident dominant male" and "nervous submissive male".)

We have a few drinks, but only enough to get tipsy. (And somehow, even though the twink is a good 40-50 pounds less than me, he can consume the same amount of alcohol as me and still be only tipsy.)

We walk back to my place, which is just down the block, and he tells me he lives in the same building. (Oh of course, because the universe determined that we were soulmates and needed to be close, even though I've never met or seen him before tonight.)

I live on the 10th floor, so in the elevator, we have some time to make out and we do. (Again, more pressure on the gay community to sexualize everything, plus why should we take things slowly when I'm gonna wear a condom anyway?)

When I go to unlock the door, I fumble with the keys before unlocking the door. (This is the kind of vulnerability we're looking for on Rupaul's Drag Race, and also in the "confident dominant" because now I'm so excited for sex I seemingly can't think straight, even though I had sex last night with somebody else.)

He follows me in, and before I can even shut the door, he's kissing me again and rubbing my bulge. (For some reason, he wants to do this even though there might be kids out in the hallway, and I'm apparently so horned up, I don't stop him.)

I close the door and lead him to my bedroom, taking off my shirt and unzipping my jeans on the way. (Yep, just straight on to sex without discussing boundaries.)

I sit down on the bed and pull off my jeans and boxers, releasing my boner. (It's like I've never had sex before- no foreplay, no discussing boundaries, no discussing interests/turn-ons.)

He lowers his mouth to blow me, and it feels amazing. (It's almost amazing how the gay community has been so sexually pressured that he doesn't even start with his hands.)

I put my hand on the back of his head and push him down to make him deep throat. (I apparently have not considered that his gag reflex might be prominent, but I just happened to luck out there- he doesn't gag too badly.)

I keep my control over him, but I eventually let him up for air. (Because I think having complete control is hot, not actually because he needs to breathe.)

He keeps orally pumping my tumescent meat cylinder while I reach to slide my fingers in his butt. (Because there's not an easier way to say, "He keeps sucking my dick".)

After several minutes, I bend him over the bed and start to slide my dick in his butt. (I should probably be giving him flowers instead of taking his brown flower.)

He moans in pain, but I keep sliding in. (Because that's always the best step to take- ignore my partner's pain so that I can feel pleasure.)

Once I'm in, I start slowly pumping in and out. (Well he's gonna stop hurting in a little bit, so why do I need to wait?)

I start to get rough with him, spanking him and grabbing his neck roughly. (Again, no boundaries were set, but I'm apparently not concerned with his comfort and I'm only using him as a means of getting off.)

He whimpers into the sheets, and I tell him to say my name, to call me daddy or sir. (Because I'm not only a dominant top, I'm also into a faction of BDSM called "daddy dom", which I never mentioned and never bothered to see if he was comfortable with it.)

He's writhing in pleasure now, and he orgasms and cums without even touching himself. (He might be into this- but again, I don't care.)

I'm very close to finishing myself, and I shoot 12 streams of baby gravy into him. (Because that's totally realistic.)

I pull out of him after I'm done and tell him to lick me clean, which he does. (I'm such a considerate top- forcing him to my will without ever asking him if he was into these sorts of things.)

After all of that rough sex, we climb into the bed to go to sleep. (He didn't even get to empty out his butt afterwards, so he'll probably get my cum all over the sheets in his sleep.)

This night becomes a regular thing and we fall in love. (Well that's nice- a semi-abusive top charms a naive bottom.)