Gay Erotic Stories

Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are > under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is > illegal for you > to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to > be 21 years > of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult a oriented material. > > This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between > consenting adults, > homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading > beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult > oriented material > willing. > > What follows is a chapter of a series called Psyched Out. It is > celebrity and > other fantasies in a confession type setting. These stories are > not to imply > that the persons involved are gay. They are homosexual fantasies > about people > who may or may not be gay. Consider them a wish. > "Hi Doc, how's it hangin'?" > > "Fine. I see you made it on time." > > "Yeah, couldn't sleep last night anyway, so I've been up for a while." > > "Why couldn't you sleep?" > > "I haven't sleep well since Bob dumped me for Leah. I just hate > the thought of > him being with her, even if he really doesn't love her or feel > about her the > way he felt about me." > > "What makes you think he doesn't love her?" > > "He told me he couldn't face his sexuality, and she was going to make the > perfect trophy wife. A cover for him, so he could fake being > straight until he > could turn straight. His first wife was too butch anyway, so Leah > gets to be > his cover story. I really don't want to talk about Bob and his bitch, er, > second wife. It just fills me with rage since he told me he > couldn't be gay > because society wouldn't accept him as gay. He's an asshole, and > I really just > can't think about how much his self-rejection has hurt me. > > "Besides, I'm sure you'd rather hear about my latest fantasy." > > "Whatever you want to talk about is fine. Someday you'll have to > face up to > Bob and he'll obviously have to face up to himself." > > "Well, let him face himself tomorrow. Today I'll tell you about a > totally hot > guy I saw on TV last nigt. Anderson Cooper, he's a news anchor > on ABC World > News Now. He's on all night long. He has gorgeous steel blue > eyes, white/blond > hair, thin face, with a great pointed nose and is probably tall, > but I've only > seen him sitting. > > "In my fantasy, it's early morning in New York, in the heat of > the summer. I'm > walking along and stop in front of a Chinese restaurant. I'm > reading the menu > posted on the window, when this tall, hot guy walks up next to me. He's > wearing a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tan slacks, brown > shoes, a red > and blue striped tie, with his neck button open. I glance over at > him and he > nods back." > > 'Early for Chinese I say,' hoping to strike up a conversation. > > 'I work nights. This'll be dinner before I hit the sheets,' he replies. > > 'I'm a night owl myself. Just looking for a snack before I return > to my lonely > apartment.' > > 'Hey, why don't we get something here and you join me back at my > place?' he > suggests. > > I look at him. 'Do you always invite strangers back to your place?' > > 'Sorry, I thought I was reading some good vibes from you.' > > 'You are, I'm just giving you a chance to back out if you're not sure.' > > 'I'm sure. How about some Kaw Gai Po, and fried rice?' > > 'Throw in an egg roll and I'm yours.' > > 'Literally?' > > 'Metaphorically. We'll discuss the rest after we eat.' > > We order and head back to his upper west side apartment. Once > there we open the > food. 'Man it's goona be hot out today,' he says. > > 'Yeah, kind of warm in here too,' I say. > > 'I know, the A/C doesn't work too well. Take off your shirt if > you'll be more > comfortable.' > > I slowly unbutton my shirt, as he does the same. He's wearing a T-shirt > beneath his, but I never wear them. He peels off his shirt before > removing his > tie, leaving a comical figure wearing a tie and T-shirt. > > 'I like it, leave your tie on for awhile,' I say with a chuckle. > > He obliges, but removes his T-shirt revealing a blond fuzz across > his chest. > We eat, stealing glances at each other's naked chests for the > better part of > an hour. 'You want another beer?' he asks. > > 'Only if you're having one,' I say. > > He goes into the kitchen, clearing away the cartons with him. I > walk around > his apartment, and to the terrace. I step outside on the balcony. > He joins me, > handing me a cold beer. I turn and look into his eyes, so blue. > He looks like > he wants to kiss me, or at least I'm reading it that way. He > backs off a bit, > and I grab his necktie, pulling him closer to me again. This time our lips > meet. He has the most kissable lips, a sly curve at the corners, > perfect for > my tongue to part and explore his hot mouth. His tongue wrestles > with mine for > a few minutes. > > 'Let's take this inside,' he says, breaking the kiss. 'I don't need my > neighbors seeing this side of me.' > > Once inside I stop him, in front of the sliding glass doors, and turn him > around. I reach around his waist, while kissing his back, and > undo his pants. > They fall around his ankles, and reveal white briefs. I massage > the bulge in > them, pointing out that there is a building across the street and > a wall of > balconies facing him. > > 'How about we show them your cock?' I ask. My hand reaching into > the top of > his briefs and wrapping around what has to be at least eight inches. > > 'Go ahead,' he says. > > I release his cock, and pull his briefs down, still not seeing > his cock, but > viewing a fantastic ass that I just have to eat. I lean him > forward against > the window and spread his asscheeks. 'Oh yeah,' he moans, as my > tongue gently > licks it's way around the bud before me. My hand stroking his > growing cock, > the full length. Finally I stop rimming him after what seems like > hours, and > turn him around. He mushroom tip is covered in pre-cum. I reach > into my pants > pocket and produce a condom. 'Gotta play safe,' I say, and roll it on him. > There's at least two inches of shaft not covered my the condom. He's huge. > > I take the tip into my mouth and slowly circle my tongue around it, I lick > down the underside of the shaft and back up toward the tip. I > stop and start > to kiss my way up his flat stomach, across his chest, counting > his ribs. He's > thin, but very sexy. I remove my pants on my way up, and our > dicks begin their > sword play as I kiss him again. This time he really gets into > the kissing, > and I feel his fist around my cock. I produce another condom and > sheath myself > up, before we both fall to the floor, him on top of me. With > expert moves he > spins around so he can gobble down on my cock. His own work of > art is pressing > against my lips, and soon I'm taking as much of the massive shaft > as I can. > With a few movements he is kneeling over me, thrusting into my > mouth. Fucking > my face for all he's worth. > > I feel his mouth swallowing my cock, and his noes pressing > against my balls. I > can't hold back, and I shoot a load. He smiles. > > 'Roll over. I wanna lube up your ass and fuck you,' he says. > > 'I don't know, you're huge. It might hurt.' > > 'I'll be gently. You can do me afterwards, if that'll help?' > > He begins eating my ass, and soon it's well lubed with his spit. > Then I feel > his tip pressing against my waiting hole, knowing how big he is, > and feeling > him slowly ease into me. I want to focus on the pain, but I relax > and let him > move slowly. He pulls himself to me, until I feel as if he'll > reach my stomach > if he keep sliding into me. He leans down, puts his arms around > me, kisses my > neck, and whispers 'I told you I'd be gentle.' He begins to > slowly thrust in > and out, my own cock getting hard again at the fucking my ass is getting. > > His thrusts pick up, and soon, soon, soon, he it slamming into to me and > jerking me off at the same time. He shudders and I shudder at the > same time, > shooting my second load all over the window before me. Even > through the condom > I feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes and comes and comes. > When he pulls > out of me I turn around and see the cum oozing down the shaft of > the condom, > and running out the bottom around his balls. > > 'I come a lot,' he says with a sheepish smile. > > 'You'd better be able to do that again. I think we'll make a > night of this,' I > say. 'Let's shower and hit your sheets.' > > "Well Doc, looks like I've got another winner, judging from the > bulge in your > slacks. Same time next week?" >