Gay Erotic Stories

I have always been attracted to my boss. At 34, Ricky is a few years younger than me, but I can’t help but notice him. He’s a fairly big guy…around 6-2...and he’s got broad shoulders and a nice big chest. He’s not a musclebound freak, he’s a little stocky. Kinda like a football player, the kind with a big neck. He’s solid as granite; all you have to do is touch him on the back, shoulder or chest and you can tell. But what pulls it all together is his face…pronounced forehead, steely blue eyes, dimple in his chin, soft smooth complexion, long wavy brown hair. He’s big and beautiful, no getting around it. I had fantasized about him ever since I met him. I wondered what his body looked like under the clothes.

I wondered how I could ever have the opportunity to be with him intimately. I knew he was happily married and had two kids. He probably never had a man to man experience. I played it over in my mind many times…finally I came up with it. During one particular conversation he told the gym that he goes to. So I said, hey, I’m looking for a gym, and I’d like to try that out, do they have a guest membership? He said sure, sign up with them and I’ll get a free month. So I went over there in a heartbeat. I also asked him what days he goes, and I planned to be there one night when he was there. He told he goes there late at night when there’s not many people there and he doesn‘t have to wait to use the equipment.

I think the thing that put me over the top, as far as approaching him was, one time when we were in the men’s room together. He walked in, saw me at the urinal, and said in a comic half-song, “I see a grown man, holding his dick!” I was slightly embarrassed and all I could do was smile awkwardly. But right then and there, I knew he had me. I had to go for it.

I wasn’t sure what to say, or what to do, I basically went on impulse. One night when I had a four-day load of cum, I decided to make the attempt. I went to Ricky’s gym. I looked around and found him at the weight machines, but I didn’t go up to him. I was real nervous and had a lump in my throat. I went upstairs to the treadmills, figuring I should burn off some nervous energy. I was up there for half hour or so, and I looked down on the lower level and saw he was heading for the showers. I knew then I had to make my move.

I walked down and went in the locker room and stripped. Then I went into the shower area, and waited. Amazingly, Ricky and I were the only two people in the locker room. I stood facing the shower entrance, with my back to the cascading hot water. I pumped some soap, and began to soap up. Finally I saw him walking up to the shower, wearing a towel. We both noticed each other. I took some soap, and began to jerk my cock while looking at him. It was an amazingly bold step. I called out to him, “Here’s a grown man, holding his dick.” I looked right at him as I stroked, and began to get hard. Jerking off in front of my boss, the man responsible for my livelihood and for paying my bills. What would he do? This could be the worst day of my life…or the best. But I was too far gone, too excited. He just stared at me for a minute, a blank expression on his face.

Then he took a step toward me.

He dropped his towel on a hanger, and he began to walk toward me. His big pecs were bouncing. They were even sexier than I imagined. His cock, while flaccid, was still nice and big. He got closer and closer to me. We locked eyes on each other. Finally he was right next to me, this big beautiful strong hunk. My eye level was about even with his neck, his big, beautiful strong neck. I kept stroking, on the verge of cumming. What was he thinking? It felt like we bonded, had some weird chemistry of some kind, without saying a word.

Finally after a minute, he did something I never expected…Ricky reached out his right hand, took my cock and began to jerk me off.

The feel of his stubby fingers on my cock was beyond amazing. He stroked me at a regular pace for a minute, then he went faster. I began to moan and my body jerked, and before I knew, I shot a huge load of cum on his chest and stomach. I came on my boss! I thought. Holy shit.

From then on my sexual appetite took over. Out of reflex, I began kissing him…not on the lips, knowing he was straight and probably would not go for that…but I got on tip-toe and kissed his left cheek. I whispered in his ear, “Ricky, you fuckin’ stud, I want you so bad,“ to make him feel like a man. I reached around and held his wide lat muscles, and I made my way down his face kissing him. I began to lick his neck, then his shoulder, and I slowly made my way down to his upper pec. I went real slow massaging him with my tongue, then got to his nipple that I alternately kissed and sucked. I traced around the dark circle and sucked it some more. Then I slid my tongue over to the other pec. With that he closed his eyes and rolled his head back a little bit, seemingly enjoying my tongue on his sweaty skin.

I felt I had to pay him back for the incredible pleasure he just gave me, so I began to kneel in front of him, and grabbed his dick which was firmer now. The ultimate pleasure…I kissed and caressed his dick and balls, and then eventually took his dick in my mouth, slowly, carefully, guiding it with my hand, and began to suck him and jerk him in a slow steady rhythm. I grabbed hold of his ass cheek with my free hand for more leverage. Before long I tasted his incredibly salty, tasty precum from his 8 inch cut cock. He let out a moan, and began to thrust his body in time with me. I spent about five minutes on him, thinking about all the pleasure I was providing him. I wanted him to cum so badly. I was so focused; I wanted him to feel an incredible orgasm he would remember for years. He began to moan more rapidly, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. His body convulsed as I worked more quickly, and then it happened. He shot a steady stream of cum that I thought I would choke on, in about six jerks, but I held on to his ass for dear life and kept my mouth on his cock for the ride of his (and my) life. I swallowed just about all of it except for a few drops that fell on the tile.

I got up and he grinned at me, a satisfied grin I had never seen before. I smiled back, and then we just held each other, as the hot water cascaded off my back and we leaned against the shower wall. It was an amazing moment, one that I will never forget. And our working relationship? Well we still get the work done and do what we have to, just like a normal work day. But every Wednesday night I go to his office when everyone else has left, and work on a very special assignment.