Gay Erotic Stories

I had seen him in Cosmo advertised as one of the hottest guys alive, and man did that magazine tell the truth! He was even hotter in person! His pictures on his own personal website (www.victorwebster.com) were to die for, and I found myself jerking off to the images, just imagining what kind of cock he was packing. Needless to say I fell asleep the first night dreaming of Victor after listening to his sexy voice on the show and on his personal greeting. In my dream I'm working at the set watching some of the actors film a scene. I'm just an intern, so I'm busy mopping the floor as I keep looking up to steal glances at the scenes so I can learn what will happen on the episodes in the weeks to come. As I stand captivated by one of the scenes, I feel a stern tap on my shoulders. I jump, hoping it's not the producer telling me my slow work has got me fired. I spin around and there stands Victor, script in one hand, a big grin on his face, his strong hand still on my shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" "No, no, it's okay. Thought I was gonna get fired!" He laughs, God that sound is so hot. "You really like this show?" I paused, afraid I had to act macho around him. Then I decided just to go for it. "Yeah," I admit. "Some of the actors are really hot." I don't know if he realized I meant the men since 'actor' is a general Hollywood-politically-correct-term (actress 0ffends some people nowadays). He smiles wider. "That's cool, man. I used to watch this show before I came on it. Wanna go grab some coffee? They don't feed us much around here!" I laugh, too. "No they like to keep you guys in shape." I playfully hit him in the stomach, pleased to feel something hard where my hand was. He laughed again, and we walked out. __________________________________________________________ I had no idea where Victor was taking me. All I knew was that I was in his shiny red convertible, the wind in my hair, a hot model/actor by my side, and a horny cock in my pants. We made small talk on the drive along the freeway, and then through the winding side streets. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t supposed to have left work. Finally we pulled up to a small brick house, and Victor stopped the car. My heart skipped a beat- I was at his house! I followed him inside, swallowing hard. Victor got me a drink, and we sat in his living room talking about the job and stuff. Then he showed me some old head shots and ads he had been in. Most of them had him clad only in briefs or a sheet, and I could feel my cock starting to grow. I licked my lips and adjusted myself as discreetly as I could. It wasn't as swift as I thought. Victor laughed at me. "For someone trying to hide it, you're not doing such a great job!" He stared at my crotch. "Or maybe it's just that your dick is too big to contain," he murmured. I felt myself grow red. I was shocked by what he said. But when I looked up at him, he was searching my eyes for an answer. He walked toward me slowly, I could see his pecs and abs rippling under his tight black t-shirt. I closed my eyes and sucked in my breath as he put his arms around my waist. Then he pulled away. "Oh sorry. God, I'm sorry. I...I thought you wanted this to." "No, I do!" I yelled. I needed to feel him back on me. "I was just surprised, that's all. I really do want you, Vic." We came back together again, his hand around my package, which was now bulging shamelessly in my pants and throbbing beneath his fingers. Our heads tilted and tongues slowly came out, lips parting and meeting. The kiss was gentle at first, but deeper, harder, and more sucking action as we felt the heat take over. Victor wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, our nipples brushing up against each other until they were as hard as bullets, and our pelvises grinding against each other. I could feel a wet spot forming on my jeans. I moaned with his tongue in my mouth, and we slid down to the floor. Still keeping our tongues in each other's mouths, we ripped off each others clothes, and I felt his hard chest and stomach, tracing the lines of his muscles with my fingers, and later, my tongue. Now wearing only my boxers, and him in his briefs, I sat on top of him, straddling his waist.... (like it, want more? It's cumming soon!)