Gay Erotic Stories

If my mom hadn't pointed him out, I wouldn't have noticed him. He looked like every other guy in the hotel restaurant. "Yeah, that's him," she said, squinting through the crowd." "He is good looking," I thought, trying to remember the name of the last movie I saw him in. Later, as I came back from the men's room, this young actor careened into me while horsing around with a fellow and he met my gaze and smiled. "Sorry," he apologized. "Oh, that's okay," I answered. "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah," I muttered, embarrassed. That was it, that was my whole connection with Billy Fields. But two minutes later, his waiter came over and told me that Billy wanted me to join him at his table. Now I was an 18-year old who rarely got shook up at meeting a movie star, but Billy was an exception. I couldn't stop shaking the whole I sat next to him. He did what movie stars are supposed to do, I guess--he struck a chord. It wasn't long before conversation with the others at the table died. Billy stood up, dropped a roll of bills on the table, then turned and asked me if I'd like to join him up in his room for a cold beer. His hand on my arm decided I would, and then he led me through the crowd to the elevator. His room was dark and he didn't make any move to change that, I noticed. The only light that went on was the one in the bathroom and he used it to see his way around his bedroom. He took down the bedspread, fluffed up two pillows, and invited me to "get comfortable." I did by removing my jacket and loosening my tie. Tossing his jacket onto a chair, he came back to me and helped me remove my tie. "You're not in any hurry to get back to your mom, are you?" "Are you kidding?" I giggled. "That's what I thought," he chuckled, and began unbuttoning my shirt. He helped me out of my dress shirt and T-shirt, then stripped quickly down to his underpants. "Go ahead, stretch out," he said, and stepped into his bathroom and shut the door. What I felt waiting for him was a sense of triumph, I guess. While I found his interest in me hard to reconcile with his on-screen image, he did pick me out of a crowd. And then he had me in his arms telling me things I heard him tell at least a half-dozen leading ladies. In his films, the camera usually cut away before too much intimacy was revealed. Not this time and I watched in disbelief as he eased back and impaled himself on my erection. He wasn't a larger-than-life screen hero now; just a gay guy who wanted to fuck. If my mom hadn't pointed him out earlier, all this wouldn't have happened. I still can't believe it did.