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 willingly. 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. Psyched Out Five: Dr. Drew by R.A. Swain Hey Doc, I know, late as usual. Maybe we should really talk about why I am always late. "Is that what you want to talk about?" Doc, you know me better than that. I'd like to tell you about my latest sexual fantasy, but I'm a bit embarrassed. "Embarrassed? Why?" Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, because you're a good looking man, but this fantasy is about a television shrink I saw the other night. His name is Dr. Drew, on MTV's Lovelines, he co-hosts with that dorky guy Adam something or other, and he's an incredible hunk. I know he's straight, but this is my fantasy. You okay hearing about this one? He nodded. Okay, here it is. I'm at a medical convention. Don't ask how I get there are anything, all I know is I'm at this convention, in the lobby of a posh hotel, and I see him standing across the lobby, in front of a newsstand, looking at a magazine cover with his picture on in. I walk over to him. 'Excuse me, aren't you Dr. Drew?' I ask. He smiles and shakes his head. 'Yes, I am.' 'Wow, you're a great guy. You give all this terrific advice on sex. Tell me, do you practice what you preach?' 'I try to.' 'I've heard you give advice to gay guys, like myself. Have you ever experienced male sex?' 'No, but that doesn't make me less qualified to talk about it.' I smile, and allow my eyes to drift down his body. He has sandy brown hair, light skin, tall lanky frame, very in shape, wearing a tan business suit and striped tan and gray tie. 'I could give you more qualification,' I say. 'I don't follow,' he said. 'Doc, you're a cute guy. I've noticed on TV you seem a bit shy. This is a come on. I want to make love to you,' I tell him. He blushes and looks shocked. 'I...I'm flattered, but I'm straight. I have no interest in having sex with you.' 'Think of it as research. An experiment. Something only you and I will know about, but something that would give you a whole new psychological outlook.' 'I'm a married man,' he says. 'I'm not asking you to cheat. Think of this as a sacrifice for science. For your scientific advancement. The thirst for knowledge must still be lingering in you. I see it in your eyes on television every once-in-a-while. I see you looking for that new frontier. This will open you up to a whole new world,' I say. 'I really don't think so,' he says. 'Oh come on Doc. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to feel a hot mouth on that long cock of yours. A tongue licking down the underside of your shaft to you balls.' I shift my gaze to his groin, and notice a slight stirring beneath his tan slacks. 'I think this conversation is over,' he says, but he doesn't move. 'I think you're getting excited by the thought of this,' I say. 'Look, I really am not the type of guy who has anonymous sex with strangers.' 'It'll be safe. Just you and me, in your room, with a few condoms.' His skin is bright red, and I notice the bulge in his slacks. A large bulge. 'I really don't think....' 'Doc, just let yourself go this once.' I walk away toward the elevator. He follows me, reluctantly. I can tell he is wrestling with his conscious. He wants to do it, but his moral objections are strong. His curiosity is what is winning out. He moves, trying to conceal his raging hard on. We don't talk as the elevator takes us up to the 20th floor. He leads me to his room, in silence, and ushers me in. His face is still red, but he seems more at ease here. Now I take the initiative. I step up to him, taller than I, and slowly reach out to caress his cheek. He flushes with tense fear, and backs away slightly. I grab his suit jacket and pull him toward me. He leans down slightly, and I stretch up and kiss him, gently, on the lips. I slowly force my tongue between his slightly parted lips and he reluctantly gives in. His eyes are closed and I know he's pretending I'm a woman, but it's okay. I pull his jacket over his shoulders, and loosen his tie. Then quickly unbutton his shirt, revealing a white v-neck T-shirt. We break our kiss and finish removing his shirt. I pull his T-shirt up over his head and reveal a semi smooth chest, more muscular than you would believe based on his attire. 'Do you work out?' I ask, as my hands begin loosening his belt. He's still red faced, but I think this is from my tongue action in his hot mouth. 'Some,' he answers. Now I've loosened his pants and revealed white briefs. A super straight laced guy, alright. The briefs show me a bulge that is obviously aching to be free. I kiss his neck, and begin to lick my way down his chest, gently biting his left nipple on the way down to his smooth abdomen. His skin is soft and warm against my face. I reach his briefs and tug them down, allowing his rock hard 8 inch cock to spring up in my face. It almost slaps against his belly as it arches toward the sky. I immediately lick the length of the shaft, from tip to balls. His sandy blond pubic hair, slightly darker, covers his balls with downy wisps. My tongue caresses them, my lips suck them, he moans and moves back toward the bed. He falls back on the bed, closes his eyes and allows me to continue licking his tasty balls and cock. I reach into my pocket and produce a mint flavored condom. I open it and roll it down the length of his beautiful cock. Following it with my mouth. He groans and sighs as I proceed to suck him to an orgasm, licking and mouthing his cock until it explodes. "Well Doc, I hope you're not jealous, but I would love to suck him off. You okay with this?" "It's only a fantasy. " "Same time next week?" "Of course." Comments? E-mail me at mnhowler@aol.com