Gay Erotic Stories

The Prize When Mark walked through my office on his job orientation tour, I felt a sparkle in my very soul that I had never felt before. There was something special about this young man. He was 23 years old I was later to learn. I realized that I was just old enough to be his father but that did not stop the excitement that I felt about him. This was the beginning of a long fantasy relationship. Mark stood about 6 feet and weighed about 185 pounds. Every inch of him, that I could see, was lovely even though probably not attractive to some people. He was a computer whiz and was placed charge of our data processing department. I realized right away that he was also very intelligent. Our work relationship took some time to develop, as I am not a very extroverted person. I often observed from afar his interaction with his work companions. I would sit in the cafeteria watching his every move, undressing him in my fantasies. Daily, Mark seemed to take up more and more of my idle thought time. Having an antiquated computer system in my department soon led to having Mark come to my department to help with a computer crash. I was so thrilled to finally have him to myself, even though my staff was around. In my mind, I was with him alone. I was fascinated how he worked with the problem I was having and soon my system was up and running again. My real life relationship had begun-not sexually-but getting to know more about him. Mark was married about 3 years at this time. He seemed to be happily so. No children yet. He and I had a lot in common-interests in camping, golfing and computers. You see, I also am a married man for considerable years longer than he. I am also a gay man who did the "right thing" before God and the family by taking a wife, growing up in a small town where being a "fag" wasn't the thing to be. Mark and I began to spend more time together-learning more about each other. We enjoyed golfing together-just watching him swing the club gave me a rush. When we were apart on the course, I could hear his laugh each time he made a bad shot. We enjoyed lunch together often at which times I had trouble eating due my watching his every move. I felt like a teenager in love. About 2 years later, I had the opportunity to attend a computer information seminar in a large city with Mark. As you can probably think, my fantasies ran wild. A room with one bed was utmost in my mind. However, now such luck. After a night of longing on my part, I awoke to find him in the shower. My mind went crazy with desire. He appeared from the bathroom with his briefs on displaying a slight bulge in the front. The many times that I had mentally undressed him flooded to my mind and the sight was all that I had expected. Much to my chagrin, nothing happened at this time. During the next couple of years, Mark had his first child and seemed to be ever more involved with his family. A year later, my computer system was on the brink of being so obsolete that it was not longer usable in my department. I was instructed by administration to begin the search for a new system to replace it. Of course, the first person I went to was Mark. He was eager to help as we had really become good friends by now-of course he had no idea that I was gay. He found an interesting system up north and asked if I would be interested in going north to see it. Wow, would I. This would mean that we would again be alone, really alone, for two days. With thoughts runny crazy in my head, I made arrangements to go. I would do the driving. I picked him up about 5 in the morning and we started a long drive up north. I drove with one eye on the road and one eye on him. God he was beautiful, I kept telling myself. At one point, I put my hand in the seat and touched his arm-falling in love with the hairs on his arm. The drive was long in miles but short in observation time. We arrived about noon and immediately began touring the facility, which housed the system I was looking at. After lunch and finishing the visit about 4 PM, we started our trip home. We had driven about 100 miles and we decided to find a motel and spend the night since we had been up for so long. After checking in, we decided to nap for a while. Sleep eluded me as I watched the smooth up and down movement of his chest. I have never wanted anyone any more that I wanted him. After he awoke, we went to dinner and getting to sit across from him and look into his eyes once more was almost more than I could stand. After dinner, I suggested we go to a local mall and hang out for a while, maybe having a dessert-which of course for me would have been him. As were on the escalator going up, he noticed a group of guys who he said looked "kinda faggy". My heart melted. I suddenly became afraid that my fantasies about him and me were indeed just going to be fantasies. I guess I became a little quiet for the rest of the evening. We returned to the motel and turned in about 10:30. Dreams dashed, I immediately went to sleep. Mark was up first the next morning, being in the shower when I awoke. I rolled to my side dreading the long drive home with a guy I wanted so badly. I sat up, sleepily sitting on the side of the bed. The bathroom door opened and Mark appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body glistened as if it had dewdrops all over it. He just stood there and looked at me. Our eyes met and my heart exploded-never had an adrenaline rush like that before or since. Mark just looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. As he approached the bed, he ever so slowly lowered the towel. By the time he reached the bed, I could see the very top of his bush. He dropped the towel revealing the prize. Although modest in size, it was everything I had ever envisioned it being. Semi-hard, he moved closer, bent down and whispered in my ear "today I belong to you." All the years of fantasizing suddenly rushed through my brain. I wanted everything to be right. I took the prize and gently placed it in my mouth. The taste was exhilarating. I was careful to move smoothly up and down the shaft. I caressed the head with my tongue over, around and under. He seemed to be really getting into this action now. He moaned and slowly picked up the fucking motion of my mouth. Soon, the head was covered with precum, which had a slight salty taste. I was almost deliriously out of my mind. I was living every fantasy I had for the past 5 years. After several minutes, Mark's back began to arch and moaning becoming more pronounced. I sensed impending orgasm. He seemed to want to withdraw from my mouth before shooting his load, but I gently put my hands on his cheeks and pulled him deeper into my mouth. He, in turn, placed his hands on the back of my head to give him a firm hold to thrust even deeper. With a final series of back arches and extremely loud moans, the prize emptied itself into my eagerly awaiting throat. I felt shot after shot of warm cum bathing the back of my throat, causing me to shoot my load at the same time. I had truly achieved a level of pure ecstasy. I swallowed, not wanting to waste one drop of his man juice. Mark looked down and me and smiled. I knew that all was going to be OK. After softening up a while, I let him withdraw. After cleaning ourselves, we dressed, went to breakfast and drove home. Not a lot was said during the several hour drive. When we arrived home, I dropped Mark at his house to be with his wife and I went to be with mine, having been fulfilled as I had never been before. Mark and I do not see each other often. We talk on the phone and email occasionally but haven't met in person for quite some time. I often wonder what goes through his mind and he remembers that morning. I surely know what goes through mine. I had truly won the prize.