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 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 Nine: Rick Rossovich, by R.A. Swain "Hi Doc, I'm not late this time. Well, almost not late. The elevator in your building is very slow." "It's alright. How are things going with you this week?" "Oh, great. Okay, don't give me that look. So, they're not so great. Didn't you ever have one of those days when nothing went right?" "Everyone does." "See. Well, I'm having one of those lives." "Would you like to talk about it?" "Don't you mean talk about him?" "If you want to, we can." "Well I don't. The emotional pain he inflicted is far more than I can bear to think about." "You're going to be forced to face it someday. You psyche will haunt with dream images, and hallucinations. Wouldn't it be better to confront your demons while with me?" "You just don't understand the pain Bob caused in my life. Besides, I'd rather tell you about this hunk of a guy I saw on television. His name is Rick Rossovich. He's on this show Pacific Blue. It's a show about bicycle cops on USA network." "I don't watch much television." "Pity. Anyway, this guy is tall with blondish brown, cut close like a crew cut, and distinguished graying at the temples. He's probably in his late thirties or early forties, and totally sexy in a way you can only imagine. At least, it's how I imagine him." "And how is that?" "Hot, hard, and hung. How else do I imagine these guys. In my fantasy I'm sitting in a bar in a Hollywood hotel. I see this guy walk in with a tall thin blond woman on his arm. She smiles at him, and goes off to the ladies room. He walks across the bar to a stool next to me." 'I'll have a scotch,' he says. I look over at him and he nods to me. 'Nice evening,' he says. 'Yes. You look familiar. I've seen you on TV, haven't I?' 'I hope so. Although I like seeing you in person.' I blush. 'You're not here alone.' 'I can be,' he offers. 'I didn't realize you were a swinger.' 'I sway from time to time. If the mood is right, and the guy hot. Are you hot enough for me?' I smile. 'I'm more fire than you can handle. I hope you've got a big hose to cool me down.' He grins, reaching out for my hand. He discreetly takes my hand and places it on his crotch, while the bartender pretends not to notice. 'What do you think?' he asked. I squeeze gently, and appraise the situation. 'Dump the girl, here's my room number. Meet me in ten minutes.' I show him my key number and exit before I chicken out. This guy is so hot my cock stood up when he touched my hand. I could feel he was either not wearing underwear, or he had on boxers. I would know soon, unless he was toying with me. I waited in my room for what seems like hours, but is really minutes. I've taken off my jacket, loosened another button on my shirt and rolled up my sleeves. There is a knock at the door. I open it. 'I half didn't expect you to come,' I say. 'Why not?' he asks. 'You're a big star. You don't know me. I could be a psycho, or a reporter.' He grabs me by the arms and pulls me to him. 'Then report this,' he says before kissing me hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips. We kiss for a long moment. Then he pushes me back, and takes off his jacket. 'You've got a sweet tongue.' I watch him unbutton his shirt and slip off his loafers. I do the same from a foot away. 'I want you tongue again,' I say. 'You'll get it.' He pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. He reaches for me again, and we kiss again, this time our bare chests pressing together. His smooth skin is warm to the touch, almost burning. I start to fumble with his belt and then feel his pants drop to the floor. He steps out of them and unzips my pants. I step back and open my eyes. He is wearing royal blue silk boxers. I'm wearing black cotton briefs. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, and pulls them down, falling to his knees in front of me. I feel his breath on my cock as it springs up to his mouth. His lips catch it before it can even bob about. His mouth is so hot and soothing, as his tongue glides down the underside of my shaft. I run my fingers through his hair, and over his ears. They feel so soft and warm, and sexy. 'Oh yeah,' I moan. 'Suck me!' He does, for what seemed like forever. I started to feel close, so I pull back. 'You turn, stud.' I say, pulling away. I join him on his knees, facing each other. I kiss him again. This time exploring his body with my hands, tugging his boxers down to his knees and feeling his monster cock spring up and rub against mine on it's way to pressing against his stomach. That's all I need and We begin to sixty-nine. It doesn't start that way. At first I lick the pink tip of his long hard shaft, then I circle my tongue around the shaft concentrating on the sensitive underside. When I get to his balls he is moaning. I lick each one slowly, sucking on them and into my mouth. I feel him maneuver down and begin reciprocating as my mouth engulfs his rock hard rod. Eight or nine inches pushes against my throat, and I am willing to take it. He begins to thrust into my mouth. His sucking increases and he thrusts faster into my mouth. Finally, he can take it no more and he rolls back, pulling away from me, as his cock erupts. Cum flies up his stomach and chest, several spurts. His hand is still wrapped around my cock, and he is furiously jerking me off. I can't hold back, and I shot my load across his chest as well. He smiles at me. 'That's good for a start, now break out the condoms, I'm gonna plow that ass.' I look at him. 'Are you?' I'm not sure I want something that big in me. I've never had something that big in me, and I really just want to suck on it for a few hours. 'Yeah, I am. Then, you're gonna fuck me with your boner,' he adds. 'Okay,' I say. I'm not crazy. His ass is perfect. I move quickly around the room to my suitcase and retrieve my condoms. He has taken my shorts and wiped our cum off his chest. 'A souvenir,' he says, tossing the shorts on a chair. He picks up his and finishes cleaning himself. Tossing them along with mine. 'Keep these too.' He then jumps on the bed next to me. 'I want you to eat my ass,' he says, turning around on his knees. 'I want your tongue in my ass pronto.' It's like and order, but sexier when he says it. I obey, burying my tongue between his ass cheeks. I'm not one to go in for anal sex, but his ass is prime. It's rounded, and firm. All muscle, and strength. I lick his puckered hole and he bucks with anticipation. 'Lick it, man. Yeah! Lick it!' I thrust my tongue around his ass several times, reaching beneath him and feeling his stiff cock sticking up against his belly again. I begin jerking him off slowly, as I kiss my way up his back, until my cock is positioned against his ass. I press the tip against his waiting hole and thrust forward until the tip is in the vise-like grip of his ass. He abruptly thrusts back against me. 'Fuck me hard!' he orders. That's all I need. I slam into him again. This time pulling out to the tip and slamming back in again. His ass is so tight it's unbelievable. I squeeze his cock and stroke it as I fuck him. My other hand pinching and pawing at his nipples and pecks. He is built solid and begging for a hot fuck. He is getting it. I'm very close to cumming in my condom, and I thrust hard three times. He moans and I shudder and shoot my load. He leans up and back, gripping my cock with his ass and I jerk on his cock as I lick the sweat from his neck and watch him shoot his cum across my bed. We collapse together, with my arms wrapped around him. "Well Doc, you like it? Don't answer that. I can see for myself." "Yes, well, er, try not to be late for our next session." If you enjoy this story e-mail me at mnhowler@aol.com