The Gay Diary

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary.

So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms.

However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

But seriously, Diary, The first time I saw my step brother, I don't know when I wet my pants.

He was so fucking hot. Curly, blond hair, hazel eyes, nice body with the perfectly shaped ass and the outline of cock.... mouthwatering.

OMG!!!! I wanted to rip his clothes off right and suck his balls dry. But he gave me cold shoulders even when I introduced myself to him, telling me. off that he doesn't agree to our parents marriage.

Naturally, I was a straight guy and I fucked anything with a hole.

But after the incident with me and a gay bully, I realized that balls can actually be more sweeter than holes.

Mum and I moved in, and we began to attend thesame school. His dad made us share thesame room which only torture me the more each time I see him come out of the bathroom.

I can't count how many masturbation I've had in his name not until luck smiled on me one night, Eric was sitting on his bed, flipping through the pages of a porn magazine.

He discreetly had his hand on the growing bulge in his skimpy little boxer and I was lying in my bed, copying some notes.

Looking at him turns me on so much that I failed to hide my own burgeoning hard-on as I pinned the pen on my note trying to act like I wasn't looking.

It was around 1 am, everywhere was silent then Gabriel put down his magazine and announced he was going to sleep.

He asked if I could turn off the light, and I giggled, sensing what he was about to do. To rub himself off probably.

I flipped off my lamp and pretended to drift off to sleep since he also faced the opposite direction like he was sleeping.

I lay quietly, listening to the tell-tale sounds of Eric stroking his cock. Sure enough, though he tried to be quiet, but I could hear his breathing quicken, punctuated by almost silent moans.

I figured he was too engrossed in his own fantasy to notice the sounds coming from my side of the room, so I hooked my underwear under my balls and proceeded to stroke my 8-incher while picturing Eric in all his naked glory walking toward my bed.

So engrossed in my own pleasure, I didn't notice that Eric was really standing by my bed until he sat down beside me and placed his hand on my thigh.