Most gay stories that are out there are about pure sex and how awesome it is to be gay. My story, however, is a little different. Because what if it's actually about love and thoughts about the future?
Not every homosexual has only swinger parties and wild SM games in his head. Sure, a bit of SM or BDSM is also quite nice, but in real life, it is actually much softer. However, this does not mean that I have no fetish at all. For example, I prefer very special jewelry.
It began in the park
My fate, whereby I speak here of a positive fate, began on a beautiful summer day in the park. I took my dog Spooky with me, and a nice big blanket. Just lying in the park and doing nothing was the plan. Spooky could run without a leash, he never ran away, and he never hurt anyone.
Moreover, he was so ugly that no one would steal him from me either. Despite his ugliness, I loved this four-legged friend more than anything. He was also pretty much the only thing I owned. Not even my family I had more. But I will come to that later.
So I made myself comfortable on my blanket and let Spooky do whatever he wanted.
I took off my white shirt and let the sun shine on my already tan skin. I've always been an athletic guy. So I was able to show off.
Not far from me, a couple of boys were playing soccer. Yeah sporty guys ... very nice, so I had something to look at. At least until I got the ball with mega much momentum against the skull. Immediately one of the young men came running towards me.
I actually saw stars for a few seconds and threatened to faint. Apparently, I got hit really bad. Well, instead of falling over, my vision quickly cleared and I looked into the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen!
I felt like I was looking straight into the depths of the sea. His gaze was concerned. I wondered what for. Now I noticed that his shapely lips were moving. He was talking to me and I was responding so zero.
This explained the worried look. My smile, which I now gave him, seemed to reassure him. "Hey, you're obviously fine. I'm mega sorry about the ball," he said. "Ah don't worry about it, I'm a tough guy," I replied with a smile. "Okay, maybe you'd like to play?
Just just for fun, no rules, physical contact and all?" he asked with an outrageously wide grin on his face. I agreed. At that moment Spooky came running. The blue-eyed guy was startled and looked ... yes, how did he look? Maybe a bit disgusted. But then again somehow amused.
Aggression was already rising in me. If it was about my ugly dog, I understood no joke. But then the man knelt down to him and stroked him! All right, this will be my husband! We went to play soccer.
Until the sun goes down
We played soccer for 2 hours straight. Wild, laughing, pushing and just having fun. His buddies then had to leave, but Sven stayed with me. Sven, a wonderfully fitting name for the handsome man.
I was already floating in seventh heaven. We sat down on my blanket and Spooky snuggled up to Sven. That was new! My dog rarely liked anyone, but apparently he was just as in love with Sven as I was. Was this actually going to be a real love story?
After all, I didn't even know if he was Gay. I asked how long he would stay and got the answer: until the sun goes down. He winked at me and the question whether he was gay was unnecessary with this small gesture. A short time later not only the dog was cuddling with him, but I was too.
My head on his lap I looked at the clouds in the sky. He gently stroked my black curly hair and I enjoyed this touch. My whole body tingled and prickled. Involuntarily I got a hard-on, which could not be hidden with the best will in the world.
Sven began to giggle, but did not take any distance from me. At the back of my head I felt his penis growing. Nevertheless, we remained until sunset. After that, I asked if he would like to join me.
Direct entry into the future
As it turned out, Sven felt the same way I did. He was 19 years old and had just come out to his family. They threw him out and he was practically sitting on the street.
I knew this fate. It was even worse for me, because I came from a Muslim family and was the firstborn. I gave him shelter and let him move in with me completely that very evening. That night we enjoyed wonderful touches of every kind.
I had the best sex of my life and Sven felt safer with me than ever before. We created a realm in which we could both be ourselves. With all our quirks and sexual preferences. We both love variety in bed. Not in the choice of partners, but in sex itself.
BDSM was now not our thing, even if we actually tried it. It was a disaster and the bondage play ended not with ecstatic passion, but almost with bitter tears.
Nevertheless, we did not completely renounce horny toys. We acquired various dilators and challenged each other with them. Already, when he carefully introduces it to me, I can hardly control myself. This feeling of being dilated in front, this burning ... Oh I could come directly.
We liked shopping in the BDSM store, but always invoked the softer means. Our engagement ring also came from the store. Because we now both wear a cock ring with personalized engraving .
His penis now wears jewelry with my name and my cock is provided with his name. So the sucking is much more fun.
