Gay Erotic Stories

It was becoming unbearable in my office; the heat of the early afternoon sun was beating down my neck with an insufferable intensity. I was just about to call it a day and head for the nude beach at the lake when the door bell jerked me back to reality. I begrudgingly walked down the flight of stairs thinking of excuses to get rid off whoever was disturbing my revere.

'Hi, I am looking for a job.' – a man in his late twenties asked. 'Well, we are closing down for the season, but if you were to return in the fall we might have something for you.’ I answered more of a 'good riddance' than actually dispensing what might be construed as useful information to him. As he was leaving the building I did take a look at him, noticed the wedding ring and shrugged it off.

Soon after that I left for London. For those of you who have never been in the Queens' capital let me assure you that even in the summer when most Londoners leave for sunnier skies it still an exciting place. I was looking for some inspiration, some spark which would ignite my life once again but even the city of millions and bright lights did not stir me up from the stupor my life dismally had fallen into. I forgot my married stranger but as the destiny would have it our paths would cross once again.

Upon my return to daily work drudgeries having been no smarter or happier than before, I began to think that maybe this was it. The problem was in me, and no change in geography would fix it. If I only knew what was bothering me. It was soon to change.

My stranger came back just as he promised. This time I could not turn him away, and besides we did need an English teacher. He sat across my desk telling me in brief that his marriage brought him to Europe that his true passion was basketball, and that teaching English was going to be a temporary stop in his budding career as a coach. His chiseled features softened as he talked about his young players and his elaborate plans to bring them to the very top. My attention however, was not on his story but his deep blue eyes, the kind which make you wanna ride in a convertible right after you had just won a scholarship to a top university or after you have just landed a dream job. His 6'2' frame dominated my small office. He said his name was Joshua and that he was ready to start immediately. And start he did.

Since he was new not just to the job but to the country as well, and since he has not had a chance to make friends yet he kept turning to me for all sorts of advice. What materials he should use in his classes, what restaurants should he take his wife to, what telephone plan should he sign up for. Soon he started calling me often, before and after his basketball practice, and before he went to bed. I liked all the attention and have soon begun feeling those familiar stirrings in my heart and in my groin. But he was incorrigibly straight. Throughout that first year we became the best of friends, spending all available time together. I often visited his house where we would play chess or cards. Our knees would sometime touch, or I would feel the brush of his hand and my body would be set afire. I was falling, and falling hard. And, I told him so.

The frequency of his phone calls increased and the attention he was paying to me was unbelievable. Unfortunately, nothing happened on the physical level. He liked little wrestling games here and there but has never touched me in a sexual way. I was too much of a coward to initiate anything because the fantasy in my head was better than the chance of losing him forever. So, gradually I became a bit restless, insecure and kept interjecting our conversations with little jabs hoping to kill this impossible romance before it could even have a chance to begin. Then one day everything changed.

He was upset about something his wife had done or said to him and was looking for my sympathy. Instead of succor I offered acerbic comments and sardonic smirks. I felt somehow that he deserved what he got, I was hoping that he was feeling some of the pain I was feeling all the time. 'Don't you love anymore?' he asked. 'Why do you ask? And besides, what's it to you anyway? – I shrugged 'Well, I was just... Let me show you! He then walked over brought his face so close to mine I could feel his hot breath on my face – 'Do you still love me?' he repeated. I felt my knees buckling but had somehow managed to mumble out: 'Oh ye...' when he put his lips to mine. I felt the heat not so much from the warmth of his lips but the heat that gathers over a long time of longing and wanting. His tongue entered my mouth slowly, exploring my palate as if it were the finest wine. My hands instinctively wrapped around his muscled frame, gently exploring his lower back. I was in heaven. But the rapture was soon interrupted by the telephone which reminded us that we were not alone in the building. We broke our embrace, both feeling slightly embarrassed.

Several weeks passed and not a single word about the office 'incident' was spoken. I thought he felt a mixture of remorse and guilt but was afraid to broach the subject so that I do not drive him further away. Him just being in my life, without kissing or romantic progress, was something I was ready to settle for. He eventually began talking about his problems again as if nothing had happened between us, but the gaping hole that was created by our kissing neither one of us was ready to bridge just yet. I played the game of being aloof and disinterested, something I have perfected over the years of bitter romantic disappointments.

As the winter was settling in, his 30th birthday was approaching fast. I had to find a suitable present, something which would adequately portray my feelings but subtle enough to raise no suspicions with his wife. I chose a watch. As it turned out, it was exactly what he wanted.

The day before his birthday I joked about sucking his dick when he turned towards me and asked:’ Do you really want to suck my dick?’. Something in his voice alerted my sixth sense; he was serious. I dismissed my intuition and kept joking so I asked him to come to my house that same evening at 6. He said no, that he'd be there at 7. And he was!

He entered my flat with a hint of trepidation in his gait, a nervousness that is so intrinsic to people who are about to do something illegal, something forbidden. My heart was pounding so hard incapacitating from making any moves. Fortunately I did not have to. As he sat on my couch he also set the rules, you know the usual 'this is only gonna happen one time and we'll never talk about it ever again' type of thing. Then he did what I wished for so long: he dropped his pants and said 'suck it'. I kneeled before him, and took his cock in my trembling hands, caressing its soft silky skin, treasuring the moment and wishing it to last forever. My dream man was real, naked in front of me, finally giving himself to me. I encircled my lips around his shaft, inhaling the musky scent of his loins, his bushy pubes. His cock was neither too big nor too small, it felt just right as I increased my rhythm savoring it as it were the finest chocolate. He erupted prematurely, overfilling my mouth with his tasty juice. No words were exchanged for a few minutes as the afterglow or aftershock (I wasn't sure which) was settling in. Then he got up, and embraced me! All of my doubts were dispelled with his strong arms gently caressing my back.

To my surprise, he wanted to continue our little ‘sucky’ sessions, which I obliged enthusiastically. But, eventually uneasiness came over me. I was not happy; I wanted to have him fully inside me. He kept telling me that screwing was a step he could not ever take, that he was happy with things as they were. His 'reasoning' however, did nothing to alleviate my dejectedness, even though I knew that any progress with him up till then had been a slow and painfully process. So, I waited.

Some months later he was at my house as usual, just after he'd drop off his kids at school and right before work. I was spooned at his naked frame, sucking his cock when he said: 'Let's do this now. Turn over on your stomach bitch!' He entered me roughly causing a searing pain to shot through my entire body. 'Please, take it out, it hurts too much, please' – I implored. 'You wanted it bitch, so take it now! I am gonna fuck your ass hard' – he started to seriously pound my ass, his balls slapping against my gluttes. Soon, the pain turned into pleasure, immense pleasure as I felt his engorged cock rubbing against my prostate. Instead of pushing him out I found myself lifting my ass to meet his thrusts. It was rough and I liked it! I was hooked to his dick, to his scent, and his roughness. 'Fuck me my stud, fuck me hard!' – I grunted. 'Oh baby I am gonna cumm soon', he grunted back – 'I am gonna fill your ass with my cum!' Yes, Josh, yeeeeeees, fill me up, I love your dick inside me!' Then his body suddenly jerked, his cock deeply entrenched pushing ever more deeply into my insides, when a warm and wet feeling enveloped my boy pussy. He collapsed onto my back, his body slippery from sweat. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his dick still inside me. What a wonderful feeling. We laid there like that; me under him, his huge frame enveloping my entire body when I felt 'stirring' in my ass again. His dick was still hard and wanted more! With his eyes still closed he started to slowly grind his cock into me again, gently and very slowly. I was hornier then ever! Then his pace increased as my now well lubed hole accepted his pounding with no problems. He propped himself in his arms and really 'went to business', shoving his cock all the way in, slapping my ass with his groin.

'You like that bitch? You like my dick fucking your ass, ha?

'Yes, give it to me! Fuck me hard, deeper and deeper!'

We fucked in this position for another ten minutes or so, when he pulled out and turned me onto my back. I wrapped my legs around his back, grabbed his hard ass cheeks and guided his cock back inside me, where it belonged. The beads of sweat off his forehead were falling on my lips like the sweetest heavenly nectar. He then brought his face close to mine and licked his sweat off my lips. His tongue gently pried my mouth open and then he started to kiss me passionately. I returned his kiss eagerly, loving his hot breath, his tasty tongue in my mouth. I was in heaven. I finally took my own cock into my hands and started jerking frantically, feeling the approaching eruption. 'Come on baby, cum for daddy!' he said, prodding me further. I was on the verge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity, his cock filling my ass to the hilt and my throbbing dick itching for release. And then it came: I growled and screamed as the eruption shook my entire body from head to toes. Finally I collapsed, spent and satisfied. No words were spoken or needed after this fantastic fuck session. He possessed me and I possessed him. It was a dream come true, at last.