Gay Erotic Stories

A short time ago, Mr. Goldenrocks, the landlord in my story, “A Professional in A Bookstore,” got my telephone number from Mike, the guy who owns that bookstore. Oh, if you read that story you know that Mr. Goldenrocks had reduced Mike’s rent by 50% after Mike sucked Mr. Goldenrocks off during Mike’s first time at being a cocksucker. Well, it now seems that Mike has moved into his landlord’s penthouse condo as his “companion” and Mike no longer has to pay any rent on his bookstore. I think that is nice, don’t you?

So Mr. G called me to ask if I would be interested in working a party he was having for some people from his foreign companies. Mr. G is a multi millionaire. I asked what my duties would be, knowing all along what Mr. G knew of my talents at entertaining. Sure enough, I would be a nude waiter during dinner and after dinner coffees had been served, I would do what I could to please his guests. When Mr. G said the pay would be $500 for four hours, I was quick to agree to his request.

The day before the party, I presented myself at Mr. G’s condo for further instructions. Mike who was in his robe let me in and he took me to Mr. G’s den and office. Mr. G was sitting on a sofa with his legs apart showing his hard cock and balls. “Let me finish what I was doing,” Mike said as he shed his robe and knelt naked before Mr. G, “as I have to get down to open the store.” After some really good cocksucking moves, Mike stopped a moment, looked at me “Then I will leave you two to conduct your business,” my friend from the store laughingly continued. I watched as Mike, showing that he had really developed as a penis pleaser, brought Mr. G to a climax the made the older man lean back and close his eyes for a few minutes. His sucker swallowed the older man’s cum. Mike, who had a wonderful hard-on, spoke to Mr. G, “Would it be Oookay if Freddy sucked me off as I can cum in a few minutes?”

“Certainly, Mike,” the millionaire replied with a big smile, “You know you are free to do as you want while you are living with me.” While it was apparent that my sucking Mike off was a foregone conclusion, and I was not even asked directly, I knelt on the plush carpet and accepted Mikes use of his prick to face fuck me to a too soon ejaculation. Mr. G spoke up when he knew Mike had finished with my mouth saying, “Freddy, you are so exciting to watch doing what you know how to do so well.” Mike only smiled, his dick now drooping, then left to take a shower and go to work. Before my bookstore friend left, he did tell me that the guys at the vocational school across the street from the bookstore had asked about me and wanted me back in my special glory hole. I told him I would return like General Mac Arthur.

Mr. G told me again that he likes to see me in action and that was why he thought of me when this all male party was being planned. With a big grin, Mr. G asked if I remember when he watched me give my service to Jose, Mike’s janitor in the bookstore? Well, of course I did. That was when Mike got so hot that he had to blow Mr. G. It sure turned out well for Mike.

Pulling up his shorts and pants, Mr. G went to his desk and got a sheet of paper. “These are the names of my guests,” Mr. G. commented, now all business. “I want you to know their names and what I know about each of them so you can serve them as they wish you to do.” I took the paper and read the names. There were two Japanese with the same last name and when I asked about that, Mr. G told me that one was the father and the other his 18 year old son who was on the trip as his birthday present. I noted that there was one man from Kuwait, two from Mexico, and one from Brazil. I did not ask how he knew, but besides each name, except that of the young Japanese, were the sizes of the cock, the most preferred sex act and when the act was anal, the position I should take to accept my client’s cock. Without asking, Mr. G said, “I make it my business to know my employees.” It became immediately clear that I was to be busy taking care of the guests.

I went first to my doctor and had the new quick test that looks for the virus and not for the anti-bodies. The test was negative and the doctor, after enjoying an unethical blowjob from his patient, gave me a clean bill of health. At home, I called off an appointment I had already made with Joe explaining the circumstances and got a good night’s rest. The next day I used my douche and bathed in lightly scented bubble bath instead of showering. Just in case Mr. G did not have condoms available I took a dozen from my supply with me as well as some Tums, which I found helped to settle my stomach after a few loads of cum, have been swallowed. I don’t know about my readers, but I have found that one man’s cum, no matter how many times he cums in one session does not upset my stomach. It is when I have the cum loads of several men in my stomach that it reacts and makes me belch.

I sat in my car rereading the list of names before going up to the penthouse. The Japanese father was named Igo Takashita; he has 6 ½ inches, wants both oral and anal with me on my stomach for the latter. The Japanese son was Ugo Takashita, but no notations. I would have to play that one by ear, I thought.

One of the Mexican guest was named, Xavier Francisco Morales, 7 inches and also both oral and anal with me in the doggy position for the anal. The other Mexican was Raul Garcia; with the same sexual wants as Xavier but with 7 ½ inches of Mexican meat.

From Kuwait the guest was, and here there were a lot of short words in the name, which Mr. G had scratched out and left only Abdullah. It seemed as if Abdullah had an 8 inch cock, enjoyed oral and anal but he had some strict rules on what I could touch and do. These restrictions, Mr. G had noted would be explained as necessary.

From Brazil came the guest Fernando da Ortiz. Mr. Ortiz had, and I had to look twice to be sure of what I was reading, 9+ inches and wanted a lot of anal and a little oral. It was written, “Too many positions to list.” I hoped I could keep this one for after the others had opened me up good.

Thirty minutes early, I rang the chimes at the penthouse’s big double doors and was greeted by a good-looking Filipino youth who was close to my age. I told him my name and he said I was expected and I should wait for Mr. Goldenrocks. In a few minutes our Mr. G did appear in a beautiful dinner jacket and ruffled shirt. After giving me a hug, my host showed me to a room off of the drawing room where the party was to be. The room had a bed, covered with a rubber sheet, a chair, a TV, and a table. On the table was a gold bowl with maybe twenty condoms, next to a pile of fluffy white towels and several tubes of lube. I also noted a large unopened bottle of Listerine, which I thought was good thinking. My host showed me where there was fresh sheets to cover the bed after each guest had been, hopefully, satisfied. There was also an intercom, which Mr. G said the cook would use to notify me when dinner was to be served. Half seriously and half jokingly, Mr. G reminded me that I was to serve dinner with just an apron and a napkin over my arm.

After my host had left, I stripped naked and sat on the chair watching cartoons on the TV. Suddenly the door that I thought was to a closet opened and a tall black man in his early thirties, his head shaved smooth, came into the room dressed in a cook’s gear. In one hand he held a plate on which there was a small fillet mignon, a half of a baked potato, some asparagus and a split of Champaign was in his other hand.

“Hi, Freddy,” the cook said, greeting me with a big toothy grin, “Mr. Goldenrocks thought you might like a small snack before the party. You know, Freddy, I sure gets a big hard dick thinking of what’s goes on in these parties. Sure could use some relief iffen you knows what I mean.” As he finished speaking the cook raised his apron and showed me his long, 10 inches or maybe 11, black cock was already out of his fly and begging for a good sucking.

Knowing I was early, I motioned for the cook, whose name I just remembered was Homer like the Greek poet, to stand before my naked body. Homer was moaning with joy as I licked that black thing good and took it into my mouth while fishing out his black scrotum and balls to play with while sucking him.

“Ah thinks ah could do better iffen you were on your knees, white boy,” Homer said, without meanness, and to please the cook, I did slip down so I was on my knees in front of his crotch. Grabbing the back of my head, Homer started a throat opening face fuck that was so intense that it could only last two or three minutes. It took my full training to keep from gagging. I was reward for my efforts with a series of hot creamy cum shots in my throat and all over my tongue. ”Whoeee!” Homer cried out as the last spurt hit the back of my mouth and as he wiped his black “hose“on my face, “That was the best blow-job anyone ever gave me and that includes some pretty damn good sailor cocksuckers Thanks, Freddy. You sure are a good one.” I thanked Homer for the opportunity to service him and he left.

It was only a minute or so after Homer went back to the kitchen that I heard the chimes ring out that a guest or guests had arrived and then in short order the chimes rang again and soon again. I flicked a switch on the intercom marked Drawing Room and I could hear the guests in strange English greeting Mr. G. Shortly I could hear cocktail glasses being served by Fernando, the houseboy and I knew my act was to come on in a few minutes.

Twenty minutes later I heard the voice I knew belonged to Homer on the intercom. “Freddy Honey, the soup is ready to be served and the guests are all at the table.” I went nude to the big modern kitchen where Homer gave me a white apron. As I tied it, the cook was rubbing his black hands over my buns and going “MMMmmmmmm. So nice. So fuckin’ nice.”

The soup was on a serving cart so I just had to push the cart out to the dining room. My appearance with the first course brought sounds of approval from all the guests. In front of each were place cards with the guest’s name so I got to connect a name I knew to a face I was just meeting. First was the Japanese father, Igo. I served him from the left and felt his right hand pat my buttock. I smiled at Igo.

Next was Fernando from Brazil. He was really handsome and well built. As I served him, Fernando middle finger on his right hand nearly penetrated my well-lubed anal opening. For Fernando I smiled and gave him a “Mmmmmmmm.”

Next to Fernando was Ugo, the Japanese son. He was a nice clean cut looking Japanese youth but somewhat bashful. His father said something in their language and the boy raised my apron for all to see my semi-hard cock and low hanging balls. A few brought their hands together in subdued applause. I gave Ugo a big smile and he smiled back.

“You’re going to be a nice looking boy to fuck,” the next guest said, loud enough to be heard by all in the dining room. I looked at Mr. G. and he was smiling approval. The place card gave this guest the name of Abdullah so I knew this was the man from the desert in Kuwait. I gave Abdullah a big smile. The Arab kept his hands to himself.

Around the table I found a good-looking dark haired man in his twenties. As I served him his soup he told me in a low voice, “If the soup is as hot as you it is just right.” I saw this was Raul and I thought of the boy I found under the bridge in the park. I gave Raul a big smile as he also patted my ass cheeks and fingered my love opening.

Last of the guests to be served was Xavier who was sitting to the right of Mr. G. This guest was also in his early twenties and drop dead gorgeous to look at. As I served his soup, Xavier spoke in a voice that Mr. G could hear, “If it is too hot, my Friend, could you blow on it for me?” Mr. G had to laugh and I gave Xavier a big smile as I replied, “That is what I am here for, Senor.” Then Mr. G had a laughing spell and I had to wait until he got control before I could serve his soup.

Well, the rest of the dinner went equally well. I was fingered and groped and my butt was patted and stroked with every course I served. Then I would go back into the kitchen and Homer would want me to suck some more on his black cock.

When I was going out to refill the wine glasses, Fernando from the Philippines came into the kitchen and he had to finger my ass also and wanted to know if he could fuck me before I went home. I told the houseboy to get a condom and a tube of lube from my room. The thought that he could lube me good with his smaller cock during the pheasant course came to mind. Homer got a bottle of virgin olive oil and used it on Nando’s condom covered Filipino prick. The houseboy had his climax and the filled condom was dropped in the toilet between my room and the kitchen. Later I came to realize that idea was a good one.

By the time I served the baked Alaska dessert, between Nando’s cock and Homer’s finger I was ready even for Fernando from Brazil. I asked the Filipino if he would like to help out in the orgy part of the dinner and he said if Mr. Goldenrocks approved he would like to, but first he had to be the naked bartender. I gave Fernando from PI a big smile and replied.” I sure hope so we can work together. We could be a floor show.”