Gay Erotic Stories

I had been curious about men for a while now. Ned was my hairdresser. He was very gay. He was so gay that he often cross-dressed at work. He could do that because he owned the salon. He also had a beard! As well as a hairdresser, he was an artist. His paintings were of nude men. I played with him a bit during one of my haircuts. I asked him if any of his paintings were of real models. He said he had never been than lucky. I asked if he wanted a volunteer. He about fell over! Ned had a roommate. And Ned wouldn't commit to doing this while he had a roommate. I worked on him over the summer about this. My thoughts were that we could have some fun with this. But Ned said no. One evening Ned called me at home and said his roommate had moved out. That was it. We set a date. My girlfriend had something to do the Sunday we selected. I drove to his house, which was in a very gay part of town. I was bothered, because I had personal plates on my car. When I got there, we were both very relaxed about what was about to happen. He asked if I wanted to pose on the living room couch, or his bed. I chose the bed of course. I warned him that I wasn't sure, but I might get a hard on. While I knew he wanted that, he said not to worry if that happened. I went upstairs first. His bathroom was wallpapered with nude men. I checked them out for possible positions. Then we went to his bedroom. I started to undress. I was wearing really cool bikini underwear. I took them off and faced him. I was still limp. Then I lay on his bed. He coached me on position, then started to draw on his pad. As he drew, he asked me sexual questions like, "Have you ever had a blow job? Do you like blow jobs?" Then he asked me to play with myself, he wanted to paint my erection. He told me I was beautiful. He asked if I minded if he jacked off. I said go for it, and he played with himself but didn't come. I asked him if he wanted to fondle me. He came over to the bed, but instead took my very erect dick in his mouth and went to town. I came instantly. He kept going and I came again and again. Then he started to lick my anus. I was coming like a geyser. Then I went limp. He fondled my balls and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. He took my balls in his mouth one at a time and kissed my pubic region working his way up to my flat tummy. Since I had come so much already, I was spent. I couldn't get it up again. I also felt like I had just done a bad thing. He wanted to continue, but I got dressed and left in a hurry. I showered forever when I got home. I felt so ashamed. When I went for my next haircut, he said he would like me to come over again, but I said I couldn't. Then I went for my final haircut, as he was moving out of town. He brought the picture. He had completed it anyway filling in the blanks. It eventually was auctioned off. He had an antique shop and auctioned off home, salon, and shop. Looking back, I regret not doing more. I enjoyed myself so very much. I am married now with kids, but sex is nowhere as good as it was with Ned. I know what city he lives in, but have never called him. He lives clear across the country, and I will never get over that way. I doubt he has returned here. I can only imagine what things would have been like if we had continued. . I might not be married today. Author email: slr24680@aol.com