Gay Erotic Stories

Jon and I often worked together. Since we’re both smokers, we had a lot of time bonding. From the time we spent together, I’ve learned that Jon is a very horny guy. Like me, he has a collection of porn videos and magazines at home (straight porn, of course). Because of this, we started exchanging porn vcd’s and we often would talk about porn and (straight) sex fantasies during our cigarette breaks.

One time while we were smoking, he told me that his sex fantasy was to be a part of a sex orgy. I asked him wouldn’t he be turned off seeing other naked men or being naked around other men. He said he wouldn’t mind. He even added that once, as a prank, he showed his dick to another guy. TING! After that conversation, I decided that I would definitely make a move on Jon and see if he would become a willing victim.

My plan was to make Jon horny every time we were together. So every time Jon and I had our cigarette break or made small talk, I made sure that we talk about sex or his sex fantasies. I knew it was taking effect because more than once did he admit that he got a hard on after our bonding sessions. Later on, our talks bordered to flirting. He would make sexual jokes about me and vice versa. He would make jokes about asking me to give him a blowjob. While I would pretend that I would grab his crotch every time we were in his car while he was driving. Plan number two was to enforce human contact.

Every time Jon and I got together I made sure I stood very close to him or touched him inappropriately from time to time. Like if we were seated together, I’d touch his knee or upper thigh and it was okay with him. I would sit really close to him and he wouldn’t move. Then comes “the crotch-to-shoulder technique”. One time, while Jon was working, I passed by his cubicle and made some small talk, again about sex. I stood really close behind him. I moved a little closer and slowly pressed my crotch on his shoulder. He reacted by moving away. Bummer. It seemed that this technique wouldn’t work on Jon. I pretended nothing had happened and so did he. I was about to leave when he asked me to stay. I stayed but not too close. He then opened a window on his computer desktop and showed me porn. It was an orgy, his sex fantasy. We were giggling like two little boys doing something naughty. Suddenly I felt it. His elbow was now touching my crotch. I pretended not to notice. We stayed like that for more than a minute when his boss passed by. Of course, I had to go back to my work area and him to work.

It was more than a week that I didn’t see Jon after what happened. I was very busy that week and as a reward I decided to accept my officemates’ invitation to go out that night. When we got to the bar, Jon was there. It turned out that he was invited too. I sat next to Jon. Things were going well. There was a band and everyone was dancing. Jon, I found out that night, was a heavy drinker. I was seated beside him but was seated facing him and from time to time our knees were touching. We were talking and again it was about sex. Slowly, I could feel his knee slowly making its way up my thigh. I kept it cool so as not to discourage him from what he was doing.

I kept on talking, trying to keep him or make him even hornier. His knee continued to move and rested on my crotch. I moved a little closer to him so that his knee was really pressing on my crotch. He stopped talking, looked down at his knee and smiled at me. I just smiled back. We were seated like that for a quite a time. I was getting harder and he felt every inch of it. He was jerking his leg thus jerking my hard on at the same time. Our officemates were not aware of what’s happening under the table.

Unfortunately, it was time to go home. Jon suggested that I ride his car on the way home (even though he lives in Alabang and I in Antipolo) I agreed because I knew Jon and I had something to finish. There was sexual tension as Jon and I rode his car. We were quiet for a while then he jokingly said that he would take me to a motel. I replied what for when we can do it in his car and besides we wouldn’t want to be seen in a motel together. He then parked his car in a very secluded area. He moved towards me and kissed me on the lips and whispered “Suck me, pare.” I replied “You first, then I’ll do it.”

That’s all the encouragement he needed. He unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. He undid my belt, unzipped my pants and lapped on my underwear-covered dick. He then took it out and put it in his mouth. Man, Jon knew how to suck. I think this wasn’t his first time giving a blowjob. I helped him lower my pants and underwear down to my knee. He then sucked on my nuts, putting it in his mouth one after another. He was making grunting sounds that turned me on some more. I couldn’t describe what I was feeling, here was a very good-looking married father giving me a blowjob. I held his head still so that I can fuck his face. I was really giving it to him. I lasted a few more minutes then I let him taste my cum. He swallowed most of it. He didn’t let my dick go until it was really soft. He just kept on sucking. He stopped only when I asked him to because my penis was already very sensitive. I looked at him and his face was red, he was smiling and panting at the same time.

He was about to tell me it was my turn when we both noticed that someone was approaching his car. He immediately pulled out and drove away while I was frantically fixing myself up. When we were sure we weren’t followed or something, we talked about what had happened. He told me I owe him a blowjob. I told Jon that he was great. He said that it was his pleasure and that he’d do it again anytime I would ask.

I then asked him if what happened would affect our friendship. He said, “Yes. You’re no longer my friend. You’re now my kept lover.”

Me? A kept lover of this mestizo, well-bred, nice body and very charming married father? Okay.