Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Matt, and I'm 25 years old. I've always been known as a good looking guy - I'm 6'2" and well built (I work out steadily in the gym). I have brown hair and green eyes, I'm not very hairy, and I have a nice 8" cut dick. About a year ago a friend of mine, Jim, who's considered to be quite a good looking guy too, came out with an idea - why not work as male strippers and try to earn some money? It sounded like fun. We gathered another 4 cute guys, and opened a little private stripper agency (Jim was the manager). We used to perform for women, usually as a birthday surprise present or as an attraction for a special evening. We would arrive, usually one or two strippers, with a CD of some disco music, and dance in front of the horny women, who most times cheered and screamed. I liked taking my clothes off slowly, one by one, while shaking my body and teasing the girls. When I got completely naked, women would come and touch me, or throw money at me. It was real fun. I was good at this job - definitely the best in our agency. Most of the guys earned about 50$ to 100$ for a single night, I was usually paid $150 and sometimes more. After my shows, Jim usually got phone calls thanking him for our service. Often I would find some good looking babe in these parties, and have a real good fuck afterwards. What a life. One evening, when I was at home, Jim called. "Hey Matt, I have this offer that you can't refuse", he said. "I'm listening ", I replied. "A man named Michael has just called me. He is celebrating his 36 birthday tomorrow, and he wants something special, really special, so..." I burst into his sentence: "Jim, you know I don't do stripping for men, we've already talked about it. I don't want no connection with these faggots". "Well, O.K", he said, "I Just want you to know that you're throwing away a quick and easy $1000 show". "A thousand bucks? for one evening?" I'd never earned so much for one evening. "And he said he'd pay another $500 if he liked your show. You know", he added almost cynically, "He asked especially for you and wouldn't settle for nobody else. But as you've already said ,- You're not working for men, so I'll just try someone else after all". "Wait, wait", I said, "I didn't say I wouldn't work for them... I just said I didn't WANT to, but... duty calls, you know". Jim jiggled. "It's settled then. tomorrow at 22 PM. Just don't let him touch anything." "Fuck you", I replied. Jim laughed, gave me the man's address and hung up. In the following day I was quite nervous. Before going to Michael's I thought of several scenarios of what could happen there. What should I wear? Nothing too attractive... Jeans and a T-Shirt would be fine I guess... What if he gets naked like women do sometimes during my show? Should I say something? What if he does try to touch me? That was probably my limit. If he does that, I'll just forget about my money and leave. He's probably an ugly thin and fragile man, who talks in a feminine annoying voice and wears a bra. Who gives a fuck anyway - $1000 for one show - I'll just do my show as always, get it over with, take my money and go back home. At exactly 22:00 I rang at Michael's bell. To my surprise, the man who opened the door was quite different from the guy I had imagined. A very big and good looking guy, about 5'8" only wider and heavier than me, black hair and black eyes. He looked very mature, yet not old. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I could see his heavy weight boxer body. His chest was covered with hair, and a wide trail of hair went down through his stomach into his dark blue jeans. He gave me an enchanting yet completely non-sexual smile and said in a low and calm voice: "You must be Matt... I'm Michael. Come in". I entered his apartment. The place didn't look like it belonged to someone who would normally pay $1000 for a stripper show - It was quite a mess. It didn't look as a 36 years old guy's place too - actually, it somewhat reminded me of my own place - clothes and newspapers were thrown over the chairs and some empty bottles of beer stood on the living room's table. "You want some beer or something?", He asked. "Sure, thanks", I replied, yet It was odd. I wasn't used to be offered a beer in such situations - I came to give a show after all. "Sit down, make yourself at home" I heard him from the kitchen. This guy didn't look gay. There must be some misunderstanding here... He brought two beers and gave me one, and I started to say: "Look, I'm not sure I came to the right place...". He stopped me: "No, no, It's okay, I've heard all about you from a girlfriend of mine who saw you in a birthday party. She told me you were hot, she just didn't say that you were THAT hot". Well, at least I was in the right place. He sat down on a big armchair and said: "Well, what are we waiting for? I want my birthday present. And as I said to Jim yesterday - if it's good - it's another $500 for you". I hesitated for a few seconds, and then told him: "I just want you to know that I'm not gay or anything, so... It will just be a show". He smiled and said: "And make it a good one". I got up, a little nervous, and put on a CD of some noisy music. I stood in front of Michael and started to dance. He seemed quite bored. I started to move my ass more rapidly and touch my hair. I expected him to be aroused (women would almost faint when I did that). Instead, he got up to the stereo, replaced the music with some quiet classical music and sat down again. "Let's change the atmosphere a little", he said, "I can see men waving their asses anywhere. I want you to imagine that I am a very hot girl, and try to make me wet". I liked his direct way of speaking, and I began feeling more comfortable - I sensed he was no threat to me. I began to touch myself gently and slowly. I closed my eyes, and slowly took my shirt off. When I opened them, I saw Michael was much more interested, and I liked it. Gently, I touched my nipple with one hand and my neck with the other and let out a low moan. Michael seemed to be pleased. I moved my shoulders and ass slowly, then sat down on the table and removed my shoes and socks, one by one, throwing them behind me in pathos. Michael smiled. I continued caressing myself and silently moaning. I then stopped, undid my jeans buttons one by one, and slowly pulled them down. Michael couldn't take his eyes off my body. I touched my chest and moved my hands towards my crotch, followed by Michael's look. I grabbed my dick and balls through my boxers shorts, closed my eyes again and threw my head backwards with a moan. I sure was good at it. The truth was that for a moment I forgot that I was performing for a man - The feeling of someone getting hot seeing me was enough for me to enjoy it (as long as he didn't touch me). I kept on moving my butt and shoulders, turned around and bent over. I then started pulling down my boxers, then pulled them up to tease him, and pulled them a little down again. I couldn't see Michael, but I could imagine his face, looking at my bare ass. Then, in one fast movement I took my boxers off and turned back around. To my surprise Michael was sitting on his chair completely naked, holding a 9" thick and hairy dick. I backed up a little as I realized that I'd never seen a hard dick in life before (except my own dick, of course). "Impressive pack you've got there", I said. Michael smiled at me, seeming a little embarrassed. "It just was too tight, I couldn't leave it inside". I wasn't worried about Michael anymore. He was so gentle, and it was really nice seeing that he liked my show, so I just started moving again to the sounds of the music, when Michael said: "You can stop dancing if you want. I wanna see you stroking your dick". I smiled. What do I care? If that's what makes him happy and myself another $500 richer... I went to the sofa and lay on my back in front of him, only the low table between us. I looked into his eyes and started to stroke my dick. Michael did the same on his chair. I gently touched my nipple, then slid my hand across my stomach to my balls. It was no more than 20 seconds till my dick got very hard. I noticed that Michael was following me with every movement, doing the same. I was surprised that I didn't feel strange or threatened - I even kind of liked it. There was something almost magical in the air. I closed my eyes, kept on jerking off while moving my ass up and down. After a few seconds, Michael asked: "You don't mind if I come closer to watch you, do you? I won't touch anything..." "Go on. Just remember that if you break something - you'll have to pay for it". Michael got up and sat on the table, staring at my body and stroking. I played along - I closed my eyes, and put my hands under my ass, pushing it up and down and letting some moans once in a while. I could feel he got even closer, I could hear him breathe next to me. Suddenly it happened. I felt a great and warm feeling surrounding my dick and balls. I opened my eyes to see Michael sucking my dick in great passion. I wanted to tell him to stop immediately, but I just couldn't. The wet, warm feeling was almost painful. He was a real pro - he put one hand on my balls playing with them softly, while the other hand caressed my chest and stomach. He sucked my dick hard, moving his tongue up and down my shaft. The only thing I managed to say was: "Suck it hard, Oh, Yeah..." While he was sucking me, I could see him moving one of his hands to his own dick and then to his asshole, putting his fingers slowly inside him. The whole scene was so new to me, and for some reason I decided to replace him. I bent over to his butt and put a finger in his asshole. It sure felt nice, and Michael groaned loudly. This made me more horny than ever before in my life. I started taking my finger in and out of his tight ass he was massaging my dick and balls. After a while, Michael held me and we both rolled on the carpet. I lay over him, as he moved his face closer to mine, and gave me a wet, passionate kiss. I held his shoulders, and he put his hands in my hair and his legs around my waste. "Fuck me" he whispered, "Stick your cock in my wet ass". I hesitated for a few seconds, then bumped into him, moving my dick in and out of his asshole. He let out a loud groan, and held me tight. I could feel his heavy breaths as I kissed his neck. "Yes, fuck me... Oh..." he whispered in my ear, and I could feel his hairy chest rubbing against mine, and his huge balls and still hard dick meet my stomach each time I penetrated his body. I put my hand on his dick and massaged it gently and he emptied his load all over me. A few seconds later I could feel my own orgasm climb slowly from my butt through my back. I came myself with an orgasm I'd never had such ever before... Oh God... I collapsed on the carpet beside him trying to catch my breath. He leaned over my chest and kissed it gently. The next morning I woke up naked in Michael's bed to the sound of a pot whistle. Michael entered the room, wearing only boxers, and when he saw me awake he gave me his prince charming smile and asked: "Coffee?". "Thanks", I accepted. "I think I owe you some more money", he said, "Your service was... Let's say... Above anything I expected". "Well, it was above anything I expected too...", I agreed. "Still, I was thinking, maybe you can pay me in some other ways..." I smiled at him, and he smiled at me back, got into the bed and gave me a wet good morning kiss.