Gay Erotic Stories

Almost every workday morning, I sit in my selected spot at a table in the atrium of the office building where I work, reading the paper, already having finished my donuts, just waiting for him to walk by for that momentary eye-to-eye "hello." It truly gets my day started in the best of ways. I've had so many terrific fantasies about exploring his masculine frame. At somewhat near or over six feet, his solid, square shoulders, black hair, modulated baritone voice and clearly inviting eyes, he is an icon of sensuality in the best sense of a masculine definition. I'm attracted to him because of his manliness. I've never enjoyed intimacy with a feminine man. Maleness, and manliness only, is the key to my being attracted to another manliness only. Nightly, I fantasize about having him visit me at my apartment. I merely sit in my chair while he slowly and methodically takes off his clothes. The last thing he takes off are his socks. He sits down on the sofa opposite me, the coffee table between us. As he sits down he draws first one leg up and removes the sock, placing that foot on the edge of the sofa. The second leg is raised and as the sock falls to the floor, that foot, too, is raised and rests on the edge of the sofa. He slides his hips slightly forward spreading his knees even farther apart. His left hand slides down to lift his ball sack slightly above the hairy space between it and his special intimate spot. The other hand rubs first one and then the other of his nipples. As he slides down further on his hips, I cross over and lower myself in front of him while he continues to caress his already firm manhood. I lean forward and touch his balls with my upper lip, the hairs on mustache mingling with those on his balls. I extend my tongue and lick over the bottom of his balls, while my hands gently and firmly caress is thighs. As I bend to my knees between his outstretched thighs, I lean forward and as I run my tongue between his balls, over the perineum and slightly near his precious hole, my fuzzy beard joins with the hair on his ass. As I exert pressure on his thighs, I lower my face even more and inhale his masculinity as I press my tongue around the opening of his special spot. Gently and then more firmly, I lavage his now sensitive hole and push my tongue into him with care, passion and strength. Then slowly I pull back keeping touch on his hunky body and replacing his hand on his dick with my on, lingering with my tongue over the tip of it to gather the amorous dew that has come to the opening. Then a direct move to his inviting lips. Placing my hands on his face and then one on the back of his head, I kiss him, lightly at first and then with the passion and connection that can only be had between two men. It's difficult to tell if this is the first he's ever kissed with another man. At first his hesitancy makes me think, yes. Then his almost unbridled eagerness to allow me access to his mouth and tongue intimates his eagerness to continue. As we kiss, his legs encircle my ample waist and he begins to rub his hardness between us. I'm reluctant to leave the warmth and intensity of his mouth, but I slowly retreat downward tonguing his nipples and chest down to his dick. Once there, I hold it firmly and lightly stroke it as I lap at the head and surround the head with my lips. While caressing the head of his dick with my tongue and lips, I reach down and press a finger on my right hand into the opening of his ass, lightly touching the hairy channel and then slightly entering him. As I increase the firmness of my grip on his dick, I begin too push my finger further into him and as he begins to breathe harder and tense his handsome body, I finger his ass and suck him to climax and swallow his sex cream, holding him in my mouth until he begins to go limp. Once out of my mouth I rise and move again to his lips and allow him to taste himself from my tongue. From the sofa, we move to the bedroom where he stretches out on his stomach on the bed. I strip and in the soft light, I begin massaging his body with sandalwood oil from the base of his heels and upward toward the mounds of his hairy ass. From there, it's another fantasy. This guy is a real person, I hope to some day live the fantasy. by Bill-THE-Bear, Falls Church, Virginia