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 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 Fifteen: Larry Poindexter and Matt McCoy by R. A. Swain " Hi Doc, I'm on time this week." "I can see that. What caused this unusual behavior?" "Nothing in particular. Just anxious to talk, I guess." "About someone specific?" "If you mean, am I ready to talk about Bob and Leah, and how much I am hurt by the way he treated me, the answer is no. I still find it very hard to say either of their names, let alone think of how he used me for sex and then dumped me for, as he put it, 'a trophy wife'. You have no idea of the pain he created in me, not to mention the anger and distress. I wanted to kill myself after he dumped me, but I was afraid it might hurt, so I changed my mind. Anyone that can hurt me to that extent, emotionally, is someone I doubt I'll ever be able to think about." "You realize that's more than you said about your situation ever?" "Yeah, so, it's my mind, and today you're not welcome to it. Hey, you wanna here about a hot fantasy I had about Matt McCoy and Larry Poindexter?" "You really can't hide in fantasy forever. Who are they?" "Doc, you don't watch much cable do you?" "Not very often." "Okay, Matt McCoy is this tall, thin guy with jet black hair, a slightly hairy chest, and great comedic timing. He was in this television show a few years ago called, 'We've Got It Maid', it co-starred Terri Copley as the maid to these two really horny guys. Okay, it only lasted one season. He's been in a few films, like 'Fast Money', and 'Deep Star 6'. And Larry Ponidexter is this incredible hunk, about 6', dark curly hair, blue eyes, with a solid chest and a fantastic ass. He's in a lot of soft core stuff. He did this really cool film about witchcraft a couple years ago. "Anyway, in my fantasy I'm at some low level awards dinner and these two men are seated at the same table. Their dates are totally self-absorbed Hollywood women who don't even notice that the three of us have wandered off to the bar. 'So, why am I putting up with another boring dinner?' Matt asks. 'Because it'll enhance your career, eventually.' I say. 'His career could use it,' Larry adds. 'Watch it Poindexter. At least I don't have to show my ass in every movie I'm in,' Matt counters. 'Your ass isn't worth showing,' Larry shoots back. 'I don't know about that,' I say. 'Personally, I like both of your asses.' 'Thanks, I think,' Matt says. 'Who's do you like better?' Larry asks. 'I'd have to see them both again,' I say. 'I'm not showing my ass to some paid escort,' Matt says. 'Watch it. I'm paid to look good, and with the direction both your careers are going you should be willing to drop trou for anyone interested.' I get ruffled at the paid escort crack. 'Oh yeah, hustler?' Matt says. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his wallet. He produces a hundred dollar bill. 'Will you drop trou for us?' He waves the hundred under my nose. Larry smiles and pulls out his wallet, adding another hundred to the first. 'What else will you do for money?' 'What do you want me to do?' 'I've got a room upstairs,' Larry says. Matt and I both look at him. 'Hey, I drink a bit much sometimes at these shindigs. Safety first. Let's go?' Larry and I head for the elevator. 'McCoy, you coming?' he calls back at Matt. Matt joins us as the elevator door closes. Larry reaches down and rubs his hand across my crotch, gently squeezing. 'What are you doing?' Matt asks. 'Checking out the goods,' Larry answers. I allow both men to grope me until we get to Larry's room. Once inside Matt seems more relaxed, and Larry more anxious. 'Well, hustler, get those pants off,' he orders. I kick off my shoes and unbutton my waist. Slowly, I tug my sipper down and allow my pants to fall to the floor. Standing there in black socks, blue silk boxers, and tux jacket, shirt and tie I feel silly. 'I want to see you guys lose your pants,' I say. 'We're paying for this,' Larry says. 'Come over here and take our pants off.' I approach Larry and begin caressing the front of his pants. I kneel in front of him and undo his pants, all the while groping and caressing his growing cock. I gently tug his pants down and reveal white cotton briefs. He steps out of them and thrusts his crotch in my face. I chew on the fabric of his briefs, feeling his cock throb against my face through the soft material. When I pull back I see Matt has moved next to Larry, who is groping at Matt's obvious boner. I shift to the right and undo Matt's pants, revealing a sailboat patterned cotton boxer and his cock poking out the fly. His cock is as long as he is tall. It's got to be one of the most well proportioned cocks I've seen. I immediately put my mouth over the mushroom tip and begin sucking. I feel Larry's hands running over my body as he removes the rest of my clothing. Next I feel his hard, hot, bare cock against my ass, his bare chest against my back, his mouth on my neck, kissing me. He licks and kisses his way down my back until I feel him rimming my burning ass. I deep throat Matt until I feel Larry stop rimming me. Matt pulls back and tears off his shirt. Larry stands into front of me. 'Matt, buddy, your dick and his ass are lubed up. You fuck him while he blows me.' Before I can say anything Matt is on his knees behind me, his arms around me, his cock slowly entering me. I moan and Larry stuffs his six inch long four inch wide beer can of a cock in my mouth. He begins to thrust into me in unison with Matt's thrusts. Whack! Matt hits my bare ass as he fucks me. I can't bite down because Larry's beautiful cock is filling my mouth. I have to take the repeated smacks from Matt as he slams his cock into me, his balls slapping against mine, until he pulls back. 'Oh God! I'm coming!' He shouts, spurting white hot cum over my ass. Larry pulls out and moans. His fist grasps his cock and he shoots his cum on my chest. He falls to his knees and begins to kiss me, as Matt reaches around me and jerks me off. I feel Larry's cock pressing against mine as Matt strokes me to a hot climax. My cum shoots up between Larry and myself, covering his hairy chest. We break our kiss, Matt leans in and kisses my cheek. 'Let's hit the showers,' he says. 'I want a shot at Larry's ass.' 'And I want one at yours,' I say. The three of us go off to the bathroom and oversized shower for more hot sex. Afterwards, as we dress I hand both of them their money back. They look at me. 'I don't fuck for money. This was my pleasure tonight.' They look at me, slightly stunned. 'You earned it,' Larry says. 'Yeah, you were more than worth it,' Matt puts in. 'Keep the money. Some time, when you're in need again, call me.' I hand both of them my card with my beeper number. 'One, or both of you.' 'I don't get it,' Larry says. 'Simple,' I say. 'You act because you love it. I do this because I love it.' They smile and I grope both of them before leaving to return to a snotty supermodel who couldn't get a straight date. She wasn't happy because I was on her time, although, she did tip me extra after I told her about my encounter with Larry and Matt while she masturbated in the back of the limo on the way home. "Hey doc, looks like you'll want to do the same now." "Maybe we should increase your sessions. I sense a deep need to move you through your fantasy life." "Maybe next week."