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Gay Stories
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Bi-Sexual Male / 30
I Fell Into A Hot And Heavy Gay Relationship While I Was Abroad
This is a tale about my gay experience. it was in 2019. I finished college and chose to take a gap year and go travel the world. I went to Europe and I settled into a small town in Mallorca. I got a job part time at a pizza place. I met Leonardo there, he was from Barcelona. To cut down expenses we agreed to share a room.
Leo, he called himself Leo, was a tallish guy, slim, with hairy enough legs and torso. I say that because Leo was a natural guy, who walked around naked. Stood over me with his dick in my face, not saying anything, until I touched it and he stood and watched me until I put his dick in my mouth. Leo really enjoyed being Macho with me, and he finished off the session fucking me.
I was then Leo's boyfriend. Let it be clear, the Macho is not the boyfriend, the sissy is the boyfriend. I was by default the sissy. The one that ran around pleasing him. The one that took care of the apartment, the daily grocery, the cooking, and carrying the clothes to the laundry. Leo liked his bed made early, Leo only wanted fresh vegetables. Leo wanted to make love and he always wanted to end with penetration. It was my responsibility to keep lube around. Leo would not and did not wear a condom. That was beneath him.
If Leo felt like kissing me in the town square, that was his privilege. But if I wanted an affection, I had to be careful, like getting up close to a Cobra. If I was not careful, he bit my head off. He had a way of showing off that he was the Macho, and I was the cocksucker. It bothered me, it went against my inner self. I had always been a leader, a dominant player. And now I lay on the bed holding onto the metal headboard, looking out the window while Leo drove his cock in me. Who else saw me? the window was open, and the other apartments were everywhere.
Four months passed until my grandmother got ill and I used that as the excuse to leave and go home, I did not go back to Mallorca. Leo had to find another boyfriend. Friends asked me what the girls were like, and I told them, the local girls don't have anything to do with tourists or expats, because you leave. A local girl is not leaving, the furthest she will go is a two blocks from her mother. A lot of truth in that, but I did not talk about Leo. I talked about the friends I made there.
Leo, he called himself Leo, was a tallish guy, slim, with hairy enough legs and torso. I say that because Leo was a natural guy, who walked around naked. Stood over me with his dick in my face, not saying anything, until I touched it and he stood and watched me until I put his dick in my mouth. Leo really enjoyed being Macho with me, and he finished off the session fucking me.
I was then Leo's boyfriend. Let it be clear, the Macho is not the boyfriend, the sissy is the boyfriend. I was by default the sissy. The one that ran around pleasing him. The one that took care of the apartment, the daily grocery, the cooking, and carrying the clothes to the laundry. Leo liked his bed made early, Leo only wanted fresh vegetables. Leo wanted to make love and he always wanted to end with penetration. It was my responsibility to keep lube around. Leo would not and did not wear a condom. That was beneath him.
If Leo felt like kissing me in the town square, that was his privilege. But if I wanted an affection, I had to be careful, like getting up close to a Cobra. If I was not careful, he bit my head off. He had a way of showing off that he was the Macho, and I was the cocksucker. It bothered me, it went against my inner self. I had always been a leader, a dominant player. And now I lay on the bed holding onto the metal headboard, looking out the window while Leo drove his cock in me. Who else saw me? the window was open, and the other apartments were everywhere.
Four months passed until my grandmother got ill and I used that as the excuse to leave and go home, I did not go back to Mallorca. Leo had to find another boyfriend. Friends asked me what the girls were like, and I told them, the local girls don't have anything to do with tourists or expats, because you leave. A local girl is not leaving, the furthest she will go is a two blocks from her mother. A lot of truth in that, but I did not talk about Leo. I talked about the friends I made there.
