Gay Erotic Stories

I really enjoyed my new job. It felt good to finally be the boss. Even though I felt professionally fulfilled, there was still something missing, I couldn't quite place it. Then one day, the manager of my therapy department stopped by my office and introduced the new therapist. My whole life changed from that day forward. He was tall, about 6'3" with short styled jet black hair. His face was chiseled and strong. I couldn't take my eyes off his torso, obviously a muscle packed Shangri-La, thinly covered by a tight polo style shirt. He caught me looking at his crotch. But I couldn't look away from that big bulge underneath the button fly. After they left, I couldn't stop thinking about his hot little body in my shower, and me rubbing him down in a rhythmic, sudsy water dance. Luckily, the only photocopier in the building is in my office. Mr. Hottie had to come into my office to make copies. He was charismatic and made small talk with everyone. But when no one else was around he kept telling me jokes about homosexuals. One after another. I was wondering in my mind if he was trying to give me a signal or something. One day I saw him coming down the hall with a paper to copy. I quickly took all the paper out of the copier tray and placed it in the bottom compartment. He came in as usual to make copies, but discovered that the copier was out of paper and had to bend over to fill it :) His tight ass shot up in the air and I watched with great pleasure. He then proceeded to make his copies and tell me a joke, something about the names men gave their dicks. I was only half listening as I was concentrating on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chiseled pecs packaged inside a tight wrap of 100% cotton fruit of the loom tee. This stare session was of great productivity to me as I discovered manly tufts of hair from his chest peering out over the collar of his shirt. He finished his joke and moved on. The next day he again was making small talk and I told him that I changed it's name. He looked at me blankly. I said, "You know, it" He chuckled and asked what my new name for it was. I then blurted out his name. He turned red from head to toe and gave the deer in the headlight look. I had read him like the cover of a book and he knew it. I asked him what he was doing this weekend and he said nothing. I gave him my number and ordered him to call me. On plan, he called and showed up about 30 minutes later. The doorbell rang, I threw open the door, grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him inside, slammed the door, locked it and stripped him of his shirt. He was beautiful. His chiseled pecs were throbbing and covered in a thick mat of curly black hair that led into a trail down the middle of his rock hard abs and into the waistband of his briefs. I fell to my knees, pulled his shorts off and his cock sprang out and straight up hitting me in the head and almost giving me whiplash. He had a thick bed of curly black pubes at the base of his little soldier standing at attention. I thrust my tongue forward tasting of the sweet nectar that was his precum. I quivered with delight at it's tangy taste. He began to breathe heavily and gyrate his hips. I opened wide and swallowed his throbbing choad. Up and down in a rhythmic pattern all the way swirling my tongue in circles up and down his thick cock. I decided to make my dream cum true. I stopped, grabbed him by He dick and led him into my shower. I turned on the water began to soak him in every crevasse. It is unexplainable the pleasure that I received from rubbing my hands all over his rock hard body. I pulled him closed and began kissing him deep and wet. His tongue entered my mouth in a fury of delight and I began rubbing his tight ass with my slick soapy hands. My fingers worked their way into his hairy crack. As I began to work my magic over his tight little bung hole I could read his heightened excitement by the increased gyrations of his tongue in my mouth. First one finger slowly in and out and then two. His legs were shaking and he made puppy whimpering noises. I pushed his head away and dropped the soap. I looked at him and said, "Well, are you going to be a gentleman and pick it up?" He obeyed and bent over grabbing his ankles. I grabbed the shampoo, lathered my cock and slowly pressed my cock head against his puckered love rose. It slid in and I slipped into heaven. His ass was tight, if my cock were coal, a diamond would be made soon. I slid it in and out, in and out slowly so as to get full enjoyment. I reached around grabbing his throbbing dick. My hands still lathered, I began stroking him. My cock still squeezed between his cheeks in and out. I began to feel climax, and I was sensing he was too. He began groaning as I stroked him faster and faster still pumping away at his ass. Suddenly he began to shoot. Load after load squirted out of his dick and splattered on the shower wall, during his climax I could feel the pulsation of his shots deep inside him. Each shot tightened his bung hole even more and brought me to orgasm very quickly. I shot what seemed like gallons deep inside his colon. Exhausted, we cleaned up and took a nap together. I have never slept so well, all my sexual frustration gone and my head resting upon his wonderful chest. The forest of hair tickling my nose. We had many more days like this one. I think I have found the one.