Gay Erotic Stories

My boss's name is Jeff Liebowitz. He's a Jewish man with a wife and two kids, and lives in Long Island. We've been good friends for a long time, since way before he became my boss. I've always been attracted to him. He slim, dark skinned, has a hairy body. He has a handsome face with a very Jewish nose, which is a turn-on for me. When he became my boss, I became more turned on by him than ever. I started fantasizing about any way that I could serve him, touch him, be with him. Jeff's always been interested in my sex life. He loves to hear about my exploits. He also knows that I am attracted to him, and tells me that this does not make him uptight. Rather, he likes the idea that he is still appealing to someone. One time, we were away on a business trip to Chicago. We were in adjoining rooms. After a late supper, we went back upstairs, and decided to watch TV together. Opportunity struck. We were lying on the two beds in the room, and Jeff complained to me that he didn't have a fresh shirt to wear, and the one he had on was wrinkled. He looked great that night, wearing gray pants, a blue shirt, and a "power" tie. He had a little bit of beard growth, enough to make him look more masculine. I had an iron and ironing board in my room, and I offered to iron his shirt for him. He said that he could do it himself, but I insisted (knowing that his wife usually irons for him), and he gave in. Jeff didn't have a tee shirt on--he's one of these guys who never sweats, and can wear a shirt over his body. I love when he does that, because you can see faintly the darkness of his skin, and the outline of the color around his nipples through the shirt fabric. He took off his shirt, and just had on his pants. I ironed it for him, savoring every moment that I held the fabric. He never had such a well-ironed shirt before. I felt the arms of the shirt as though they were Jeff's arms. Then I said, "Might as well do your pants too," and after hesitating a little, I got him to take them off, leaving him in his briefs. I could see the outline of his cock--well-shaped and larger than average. Jeff's shape, his posture, the way he is put together, is perfect: everything well-proportioned. Even though he doesn't work out or exercise, his body is a turn-on. He's one of these peple with a naturally good build, and that includes his cock. I ironed the pants, examining the crotch closely before ironing it. While Jeff was watching the TV, I was watching him, as he lay there in his briefs and socks, nothing more. I had to get closer. I folded the pants, and put them on a hanger, next to the shirt in the closet. I overcame the fear of rejection that I always have, and said, "You look tired. Let me give you a back rub." He hemmed and hawed, but he agreed. I was surprised. And I rubbed his back, carefully and slowly. It was hairy, which I normally don't like, but on him the hair looked great. I thought about how much I love this guy--my physical infatuation was combined with my feeling that Jeff was such a great person--kind, gentle, intelligent. I want so badly to possess him. As I rubbed, he made a sound like he was being soothed--he oohed, and he sighed, and he purred. Jeff's voice is pure velvet. When he speaks, he says "uh" a lot, but the sound is a low and soothing vibration, that draws me to him and envelopes me. And here I was atop him, straddling him, rubbing him, every inch of his back, and down to his ass, which I then rubbed gently and carefully. Even though his back was hairy, his ass was smooth, and stuck out. I worked it and worked it, and Jeff kept on liking it. I could tell that he had a hard-on. So I reached around, and grabbed his cock. It was really big now that it was erect. I rubbed it and made it super-hard. He saw me start to go down, and made no effort to stop, so I went down, all the way. He held me by the hair, and started guiding me up and down and up and down. It was my dream--I belonged to him totally, and was on his leash, being controlled. My boss, my friend, my master. He came and came and came, covering my face, and I pulled away, and curled by his feet, sniffing his socks. I touched myself, and came almost instantly. We're back at work now, and I write this from work. He's still a family man, and I've got a lover at home. But every so often, Jeff allows me into his office, when we're both there after hours. I crawl under his desk, and shine his shoes with my tie, and rub his calves. I get up and straighten his tie, and then give him a back massage that lasts for 15 minutes. Then I suck his lovely cock while he moans, and then he comes, and I pleasure myself while my boss, my master, rests.