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 Sixteen: Richard Biggs by R. A. Swain "Hi Doc, how's it going?" "Fine. I see you made it on time." "Yeah, real progress in my life, huh?" "It's a start. What do you feel like talking about today?" "I know you'd like me to say I feel like talking about Bob and Leah, and how much I blame her and him for stealing my happiness, and my self-respect. I know you think I should delve into my psyche, and discover why I feel this much pain after so long. I myself would like to know why, after almost a year, I still feel like I love him? I know you don't have that answer. Nor do you have any answers for that matter. You're a shrink. You listen to me talk, and I vent my frustrations against Bob and Leah one way or another. I think this is a healthier way of venting then to stalk them, or out him to his, as he called her, trophy wife. "Oh, I know I'd feel one hundred percent better if I outed him to Leah, and maybe to his father and his ex-wife. I know I'd feel fantastic by letting Leah know how he and I used to have sex while he was talking to her on the phone from his now ex-wife's house. Imagine the shock and hurt on her face when she realizes the man she thinks is so straight was having sex with me all the while they were dating. Sometimes he'd have me the same day he had her. I'd love to see that kind of pain inflicted upon her, but instead I think I'll tell you about a sexual fantasy. How would you like that?" "Whatever makes you the happiest?" "Doc, judging from the beginnings of that chubby you're attempting to hide, I think you'd prefer to hear a sexual fantasy. This one's hot. It's about Richard Biggs." "I have no idea who he is." "Of course you don't. He's an actor who plays a doctor, medical, on Babylon Five. He's tall, thin, black, and one of the most handsome men on television. Part of the fantasy that really turns me on is the thought of his dark body against my pale white body. The contrast of my blond hair and blue eyes against his black hair, brown eyes, and dark brown cock, just skyrockets me, but I'm getting ahead of myself." "I'm sitting in a bar, in a hotel, along the coast. I see this handsome man sitting at a table alone, nursing a drink. I've been watching him for half an hour. I pick up my drink and walk over to his table. 'Hi, mind if I join you?' "I ask. 'Hi, I though I was waiting for someone, but she doesn't seem to be showing.' 'Will my company do for the time being?' He looks me over. 'Yeah, I don't like drinking alone.' He signals for another drink. The waiter brings a drink and I notice the dart board. 'You feel like a game of darts?' 'Sure. I'm pretty good at darts.' We take our drinks to the board and grab the darts. He rapidly shows me he knows his way around a dart board. 'You're throwing them wrong,' he says. He steps up behind me and presses his firm body against mine. His hand grasps mine, and he walks me through a throw. 'That felt good,' I say. 'Could we try that again?' 'Okay.' He again presses his body against mine. This time I grind back against his crotch, and he shudders. He pulls even closer to me until I can fell his growing cock pressing out against my own jeans. 'Feels nice, doesn't iit,' h whispers in my ear, as he guides me through another throw. He doesn't move away when the dart leaves my hand. 'Do you swing?' he asks. 'Yes. You?' 'Well, I, 'er, I have been known to, way back in high school. You know, kid stuff. Circle jerks, stuff like that, but never...' 'I'm not looking for a long term commitment here,' I say. 'I have a room upstairs. I'm here for the convention. I'm interested, if you are.' 'This would be a first for me. I mean, not a real first, but a first pick up kind of thing.' He glances around nervously. 'I have to be more discrete. I'm a big television star.' 'I know, I've seen you. Why do you think I came over to you?' 'Are you some kind of groupie?' I discretely reach down and grope his crotch. 'I'm not exactly a star fucker, so to speak. Think of me as a groupie.' I squeeze his crotch and feel his growing cock. 'It looks like you got stood up anyway. The least I can do is relieve some of that growing tension.' We leave the bar. He is almost hanging on to me, but just my shoulder. 'I really want to do this, but I need you to sort of walk me through it.' 'You mean like you walked me through darts?' He smiles. 'Yeah.' 'How do you want it to be?' 'I'm not sure I know what you mean?' 'Are you looking for rough, fast, hot, slow, tender, all out sex, or don't kiss me I'm straight blowjob sex?' His eyes widen as we step off the elevator on my floor. He is silent as he follows me to my room. 'I never thought about it.' 'Too bad.' 'I'd like to have a hot sensual experience. I'd like to experience it all, if that's possible?' Now I smile. 'You're only limited by your own mind,' I say. I run my hand up his jacket to his shoulder and neck, and the back of his head. His eyes meet mine, and I pull him forward until our lips meet, tentatively, then, pressing together, I begin to explore his mouth with my tongue. My hands roam over his body, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. I feel his hands begin to slowly explore my chest, opening my own shirt and pinching my left nipple gently. We break our kiss and he steps back. 'Wow! That was...I don't know. That was hot.' He removes his shirt as I remove mine, and we stand facing each other. We both kick off our shoes, and he approaches me again. 'Can we kiss some more?' I laugh, and he pulls me to him. His hot skin burns against mine. He kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth. We kiss-walk to the bed, and fall back on it. His hands are now groping my crotch and ass as his tongue explores my mouth, throat and neck. I feel him open my belt, undo my pants, and pull down the zipper. His big hands kneed my crotch, and I begin to return the favor. As he reveals my blue mid-rise brief, I position myself to open his pants. First I pull down his fly and reach into his slacks. He's wearing soft cotton boxers. I reach into the fly and feel his hot cock. He moves back a bit and I pull his cock from his pants. It's huge. Twice the length of my hand. At least eleven inches. He watches me as I move forward and take the dark tip into my mouth. He moans at the touch of my tongue to the soft underside of his tip. I begin sucking, sliding my tongue down the shaft and taking as much as I can in my mouth. I'm determined to take the whole thing, but I can't manage to swallow it all. 'Yeah, suck me.' He moans, his hands pulling my briefs down to reveal my own seven incher. I stop for a breath. 'I'm a lot smaller than you,' I say, as I remove his pants and white boxers. 'Most guys are. Tiny is tastier.' With that he opens his mouth and takes my entire cock in it. 'Oh God! You are good,' I say. I look at his dark low hanging balls. I move on them quickly, sucking and licking each orb. They are perfect, his body is perfect. He moves to position himself kneeling over me, feeding his long hot cock into my mouth, thrusting slowly, gently. I run my hands over his firm muscular ass, and between his crack. He shivers as my finger makes contact. 'I want to eat your ass,' I say, pulling back from his cock. We reposition, his lying on his stomach, a pillow tucked under him, and his beautiful brown ass opened for me. I lean forward, and begin licking gently, sticking my tongue as far in as I can. He moans loudly. I reach under him and begin stroking his long hard cock. 'Let me fuck you?' he asks. Now I pause. 'I've never had anything that big up me before.' 'Please? I'll be gentle.' 'We can try it.' I say, handing him a condom from the draw next to the bed. 'Please, go slow.' 'I will.' He says. He repositions himself behind me, taking some of the KY I offer him, and gently probing my ass. His fingers explore for a while, then he stops. 'I want to do this facing you. Get on your back.' I do as he says, my legs now on his shoulders. I look down and see his rock hard cock, pointing straight out. I feel the tip pushing against my hole. Then the shaft slowly slipping in, inch by inch. Suddenly, my own cock hardens like it never did before. He smiles. 'I must've hit your prostate. Look at that cock.' He gently thrusts into me and backs out, all the way to the tip, and then faster, back in. His hand wraps around my cock and he pumps it as he fucks me. Faster and harder he slams into me. I've never felt such pain and pleasure all at once. 'Fuck me! Yes, Richard, fuck me!' I reach forward and pinch his nipples and grope his chest while he pounds into my ass. 'YES!' he shouts. 'Oh yeah!' He squeezes my cock hard and I shoot hot cum up over my chest. He pulls out of my ass, tugs off the condom, and pumps his own cock until it shoots jets of cum across my chest and stomach. He falls forward on top of me. Our lips meet and his tongue delves into my mouth again. When our kiss breaks he rolls over. 'Damn, you were good.' 'The same goes for you. There's more if you've got the time?' He looks at me. 'Damn right I got the time. You know, I should tell you, I knew who you were from Jerry's description of you.' 'Jerry? Oh! He told you?' 'Jerry Doyle wouldn't keep something as hot as you a secret from me.' 'So this was kind of a set up?' 'Something like that. I hope you aren't mad?' 'Mad? I got to suck on the biggest cock I've ever had, and had one of the best fucks I've ever had. And I'm gonna do it again before you leave. Only this time I'm gonna fuck you. Let's hit the showers first.' He smiles and kisses me again. "We'll doc, that flag pole in your pants tells me you like the fantasy." "Yes." "See you next week."