Gay Erotic Stories

? As I stood in the mirror trying to tie my tie, I realized how nervous I was about starting my new internship. See, I'm a law student and I was starting my new law clerking position with this firm downtown. Not knowing anyone can be a little scary. There, the tie was tied with near perfection. Looking at myself in the mirror, hair still wet from the morning's hot shower. I am a handsome man - 5'8 with black hair and brown eyes. I'm not muscular but definitely in shape considering I spend all my free time jogging and playing tennis. So I jumped in my car, dressed in a three piece suit, hair still wet, and drove toward downtown ... unaware of the surprise that I was about to encounter. I got to the building and rode the elevator to the 27th floor. Downtown is in the middle of lawyer land. All the lawyers dressed in the same suits, walking toward the same courthouse. "Do I really want to do this for the rest of my life," I thought. All these guys are in the mid 40s to 50s. Every once in a while I would see a good looking guy but of course there was a wedding ring. Just my luck. The elevator opens to a lovely office and I'm greeted by the receptionist who remembered me from my interview. She told me that the partner that I would be working for was called to court but that the new associate would give me a tour. Out stepped one of the most handsome men I have ever seen. He wasn't one of those models you see in International Male (though that is not bad either) but he was handsome in a real way. "Good morning, I'm Mr. King, but call me Brad." Sticking out his hand, his sleeve slid up revealing a semi-hairy forearm. A nice hairy forearm and chest is just a big turn-on. But while shaking his hand, I saw the wedding ring. Damn. As Brad gave me the tour of the office, I noticed a few other nice looking law interns and associates but Brad was the most friendly, which only enhanced his looks. He was about six foot, brown hair, gorgeous smile, and he obviously worked out because his white dress shirt squeezed around his biceps. Boy, I was going to like working here. Then I found out that Brad worked on the 26th floor while I was working on the 27th. Could I strike out more? So weeks went by without seeing Brad. I was working day in and day out, morning and nights just like a second year law student trying to act like I knew what I was doing. One night, the partner I was working for was going out of town and he told me to just continue what I was doing, and if I needed help to ask one of the associates on the 26th floor. Well the next day, luckily (or planned), I needed some help. So I took the memo I was working on and found Brad's office. He was on the phone but motioned for me to sit down. So as I waited, I stared around the office, noticing that there were no family pictures. Then it hit me, he was on the phone with what sounded like a divorce lawyer. Brad had his tie slightly undone and shirt unbuttoned two buttons. And without a t-shirt, I could see that he was in deed a man with a hairy chest. And it looked like he hadn't shaved this morning (another big turn on). "Chris, what can I do for you?" I just realized he was off the phone and talking to me, and he probably realized I was staring at him. I told him I was stuck on this legal issue and don't know where to go from here. So he tried to explain but there was something on his mind. He asked if we could pick up tomorrow morning, that he was tired and needed to go get a drink. "Mind if I join you?" Did that come out of my mouth. And without hesitation he said "Sure." Since his apartment was on the way to the bar, he wanted to stop by and change out of his suit. When we got to his apartment, I waited in his living room while he went to his bedroom to change. The very thought of Brad being naked in the next room made my cock hard. His door opened and there he was in a t-shirt too small for him and shorts too big. "You know, I don't feel like sitting in a smoky bar and drinking," he said. "Sure, I should be heading home anyway." "No, stay and have a drink. I haven't seen you around work lately." Needless to say, I stayed. As he sat down on his couch, his legs were slightly apart and I could see that he was wearing boxers but also that he had hairy legs and thighs. This guy was the guy of my dreams -- intelligent, sexy, hairy, and built. So we talked for hours about work but then the conversation turned toward his failed marriage. The reason he is getting a divorce is because him and his wife have different ideas on their sex lives. He says he can't get enough of it. She won't even give him a blow job. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a blow job," he said. "Three months. I just beat off every night after work." My god, the man of my dreams is talking about his cock to me. Make a move or not? I decided not to in fear of losing my job. Well Brad was pretty drunk and really needed to throw up. So I took him to the bathroom, with my arm around his waist, feeling every ab muscle. God I was getting rock hard. In the bathroom, Brad, drunk and unaware, decided he needed a cold shower and jumped in. That was when it began. I didn't want him to fall so I tried to get him out. But he pulled me in with him. There he stood in the shower. Water running over his tight white shirt, making it see through, revealing the dark hair that was underneath it. There I was standing there and still dressed in a suit. That is when Brad slowly took his shirt off, while looking me in the eyes. My eyes dropped to his well defined chest covered with brown hair. His nipples were the size of quarters and hard as steel. The water running over his hairy chest. He reached over and started to untie my tie and unbutton my shirt. I decided "what the hell." I started kissing Brad, feeling his five o'clock shadow rub against my chin and neck. I slid off his shorts and boxers to reveal a 8" cock that was nice and thick, covered with hair. My hands were just roaming all over his hairy body and finally reached his extremely hard cock. This was the first time I have ever touched another man so instantly I came in my boxers. But there was more waiting. Brad slowly took my pants off and got to his knees, but I stopped him. I wanted this to last longer. I stopped up the tub and told Brad to sit down in the tub (plus I didn't want the drunk hunk to slip and fall). As the water filled up, I knelt behind Brad and tossed the warm water onto his chest. And with my hand, I rubbed soap all over the hairy chest of this hunk. I could feel the hardness of his nipples and as I swirled around them with the warm water and soap Brad began to moan slightly. I could never imagine begin in a bathtub with a handsome hunk, rubbing his chest with soap, and him moaning. I'm sure Brad could feel my hard 7.5" cock against the small of his back. Brad asked if I would massage him because his wife never would. Anything he asked. As I slowly rubbed his shoulders, feeling every muscle in this guy's body, I kissed every inch of this man's neck. Still behind him and with my arms around his waist, I began to massage his thighs, pushing my hand to the inside, his cock brushing against my left hand. That cock was harder than mine. I let his cock slip through my fingers several times, moans coming from Brad only made me touch him more. Finally I could not take it, and I began to jerk Brad off. But he had something else in mind. He wanted to 69 under water in his rather large tub. I was going to do anything this guy asked me to. So he flipped around to face me and then slowly brought his hips to my face. I couldn't help but lick his thighs, feeling the hair slide through my teeth. Then I realized that Brad was going to town on my cock, sucking like I've never been sucked before. In college and my fraternity parties, girls would suck me off like I was a lollipop, but I have never had a man do it before. His tongue circled the head of my cock, his hands playing with my balls. So I sucked, my tongue following the motions of Brad's tongue. He would lick the shaft of my enraging cock and I would lick his. His body was gorgeous and I was not going to let every inch go unlicked. Finally, I came in Brad's mouth but he wouldn't swallow. Rather, he wanted to kiss me. As I placed my lips on his, feeling his stubble rub against my chin, I let my cum and his tongue enter my mouth. His tongue was swirling my cum around my tongue. I instantly got hard again. I wanted to taste his cum so I just sucked on Brad until he came. And boy did he. Spurt after spurt after spurt of white juices in my mouth. No, I wouldn't swallow it now. I spit it on his wet chest and with my tongue pushed it around his hairy chest up to his nipples, back down his happy trial until I could suck the cum out of his belly button. And with that Brad fell asleep in the tub. There I was, with Brad's back on my smooth chest, in a tub of hot water, my hands roaming his hard and hairy body, I though "this job wasn't that bad after all."