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. Psyched Out Thirteen: Nick Cassevettes by R. A. Swain "Hey Doc, I'm getting better, only thirteen minutes late." "Yes." "Don't sound so thrilled. Maybe you want me to work on my tardiness?" "If you want to work on it, I'll listen." "No, I know what you want to listen to." "You really should try to talk about what's really bothering you," he says. "You mean talk about Bob and his new wife, the woman I introduced to him, Leah? You mean talk about them and how I feel hurt and betrayed by lies? How important can it really be, lies I mean? How important is it that someone tells you they have special feeling for you and then go and pick up with someone else? How important is truth, lies and illusion?" "You feel lied to?" "I don't know. Did you ever see Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, with Liz Taylor and Richard Burton?" "A long time ago." "Well, truth or illusion which is it? My life, my pain, is my truth, and my illusion. If I let go of pain, was the pain ever real, and if the pain wasn't real, were Bob's feeling for me real or my illusion? I know what his words were, but what did they really mean?" "Only you can answer that." "Thanks. How about hearing my latest fantasy? This one's about Nick Cassevettes." "Who?" "He's in a lot of soft core stuff. They always play his stuff on cable. He's tall, black hair, steely eyes, lean, hot looking. Anyway, you'll know him now when you see him." "I'll look for him." "I'm sure you will. Okay, so I'm at a party in Malibu. It seems I join a friend and we just end up going to this party. So I start talking to this tall blond woman whom I don't know. Then this handsome guy comes over and joins us. We're discussing how everyone is basically bisexual." "No way," the guy says. "Come on," the blonde says. "Are you telling me if you were stranded on an island with only one other person, and it were a man, you wouldn't eventually get it on with him?" "That's different." "How is that different?" she asks. "I have no options." "So, you're saying you wouldn't enjoy it?" she asks. "Oh, we didn't say anything about enjoyment. I'd enjoy sex any time, with anyone, but I'm straight. It couldn't ever be as hot with a guy." "You're wrong," I say. "You're gay?" he asks. "Let's say bi, since we already decided everyone is basically bisexual." "I disagree," he says. "Come on, weren't you ever in a circle jerk?" I ask. "That's not the same as bisexual. A few guys getting horny and jerking off isn't the same as sex, and I don't see how a guy can get off as well without a woman." "Funny, you guys like to watch lesbian scenes in porn all the time," the blonde says. "Women don't get off on porn," he says. "Bullshit." She says, "I get off on it. And I'd like to see two guys get it on sometime, just for me." I look at him. "I'm game." "Huh?" "Anytime you want to see two guys, I'll be one of them. We just have to find another." "Good luck," he says. "Chicken?" she says. Her eyes meet him in a challenging stare. "No, I just don't think I could get off on a guy that easily. I'd need to prepare." "Well, maybe some other time," I say, and move to the bar. The party continues on, and I wander out to the deck. "Hi again," the handsome man says. He joins me by the railing looking out at the ocean. "Hi." "Were you serious back there, about getting it on with another man?" "Yes, if you were the other man." I say, looking into his eyes. He looks away. "Yeah, well, I'm straight." "I'm Bob." He laughs. "Nick." He says, extending his hand. "I know. And I don't care if you're straight. If you want to walk on the wild side, give yourself a treat, I'd be willing." He stared out at the ocean for a long time, silently watching waves roll in and out. "Let's go," he says. "My place." In a few minutes we're sitting in his convertible heading up the Highway toward his house. "How far do you want to take this?" I ask. "What do you mean?" "I mean, is this just a rough and tumble sexcapade, or are you man enough to be rough and tender as well?" "Kissing?" he asks. "Yes, that and more." "I can take anything and give as well," he boasts. "Really?" I reach out for his leg and run my hand gently up and down his thigh, pausing near his crotch, then back to his knee, and up again. He doesn't say anything, but shifts to make his crotch more accessible. On the next pass, I grope his crotch and discover he is either free balling, Or wearing boxers. "Wanna live out one of man's greatest fantasies?" I ask as I kneed his crotch gently. "We'll be at my place in ten minutes." "Want ten minutes of head on the highway?" His eyes answer with a sparkle. I lower my head to his crotch, and quickly unzip his gray Dockers. I reach in and discover he's free balling. I pull on his cock for a moment and guess by the dashboard light he's about 8" and cut. He moans as I lick across the tip, and then down the shaft to his two very hairy, very hung balls. These are lemon sized at least, if not bigger. I move quickly back up his shaft and place my mouth over the tip. He thrusts his hips gently into my face, and his cock presses against the back of my throat. I can tell he's not fully hard yet, and I feel his cock growing. It might actually be 9". I feel the car turn off the highway as I bob gently on his man root. A few minutes later I bring my mouth to the tip, just as we turn into a driveway. He cuts the engine and I sit up. He starts to put his dick back in his pants. I stop him. "Leave it out. I want to see you in the moonlight." He steps out of the car, his cock and balls hanging out of his pants, dick pointing straight up. I climb out of the car and walk over to him. I grip his cock, and he leans down to kiss me. Our tongues intertwine and he breaks the kiss. "Let's go into the backyard. It's kinda bright out here." I follow him, taking my jacket off, and opening my shirt as we walk. His cock is still hanging out, bouncing as he walks, and I'm turned on when we get to the pool and he tosses his jacket on a lounge chair. He pulls me to him and kisses me again. "A hot mouth is a mouth, and you give better head than most women." His hands explore my chest, and I do the same to him, reaching into his shirt, and helping him remove his pants. Naked, under the moonlight, we explore each other's bodies, and then we lie down on a lounge chair. Me facing his cock, and him facing mine. I feel him attempt to give me the head I was giving him. "Watch the teeth," I say, and he soon has the technique down. I gobble down on his cock, which does look about nine inches in the moonlight. I reach behind him and pull his cock into my mouth, and allow my fingers to explore his ass. He keeps moaning, and I give him a bit of a treat, beginning to hum to a song in my head. A true hummer, so to speak. He shudders and releases my cock. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up." I answer by increasing my hum. He shutters and shots a load into my mouth. His fist wraps around my cock and he jerks me to the rhythm of his spurting. "Oh yeah! YEAH! YES!!" I shoot off in his hand. He smiles at me and brings my face to his. He kisses me again. "Now I want your ass," he says breaking the kiss. The next thing I know, I'm on my knees and he's using my cum to lube his cock and my ass. "I love fucking under the moonlight. How about you Doc?.....Doc? You've got quite a woody there in those slacks." "Yes, well, times up. See you next week."