Gay Erotic Stories

I love American Idol, I guess in part because I wish I had the talent to perform on stage. Another part is because I love to watch Simon rip someone. I am a student at UCLA and was working on a term paper one February evening. I took a break when I heard this soft, sexy, southern voice introduce himself as Clayton Aiken, the next American Idol. I looked up, and almost fell off the chair. The man was not much to look at, kind of dorky. Tall and slim, wearing glasses, but something about him really made me stir.

He sang a great song, and I thought to myself, this stud belongs on Broadway. I could not stop thinking about him.

I became a regular watching the show each Tuesday night, hoping Clay would make it through. I almost died when the panel of judges did not choose him. I was so excited when he made the top twelve under the new category of America’s choice.

I guess you could say I was a cult Clay follower. I wondered often, perhaps too often, how he looked naked, and is he gay? Come on, singing as well as he does, primarily show tunes, and kind of a Broadway flair, being gay would not be a stretch. It gave me something to root for.

The top twelve lived in a house in the Southland, and would frequent some of the local hot spots. I began to fantasize over Clay to the point that I was determined to meet him, and find out his sexual preference.

I did a lot of research, and found out a couple of the restaurants he and the other Idols frequented. Then I felt like Magnum PI on a stakeout, waiting, watching and hoping my American Stud Idol would show up.

After about three weekend of waiting, I hit the mother load. I saw Clay and another Idol finalist go into a restaurant. I thought this was my chance. I went in to the restaurant, and got a place at the bar. I looked all through the place, and finally located my stud.

He looked so cut, laughing, and talking with his friend, I just could not wait to meet him. He was also very nice to the patrons of the establishment. He would never deny an autograph, and would always make small talk and take pictures with fans. What a true gentleman.

After about two hours, and three cosmos, I noticed that they were finishing up their dinner. It was now or never, I began to stare at my North Carolina stud, and hoped we would make eye contact. He was walking toward the door and I thought I had missed my shot, when he stopped and turned my way. I opened my eyes widely, and gave an inviting nod. I was surprised when he nodded back, and shot me that sexy smile. I motioned for him to come over and join me, and he appeared to say good night to his friend, and walked my way. My heart was pounding, my palms started sweating, and I was trying to think of something funny to say. When he approached, stopping from time to time to shake a few more hands, he said, “ Hey, my name is Clay.” I stood up, and said, “ I’m very excited to meet you”. This had a double meaning, I was very excited to meet this man, and in all the excitement, my cock was raging hard. Clay immediately looked to my mid section, and said, “ It sure looks that way.”

I asked if he would like to join me for a drink, and he said that he’d love to. We sat down, and ordered a bottle of wine. We drank, talked, drank some more and talked some more. Clay was a very interesting man, and by certain ways he stated things, I thought I had a shot at this stud.

We finished the bottle of wine, and he asked me if I would give him a tour of UCLA. Without hesitation I said sure, but it was dark, and you really can’t see the campus very well at nighttime. Without batting an eye, Clay shot me a wink, and said, well let’s go see your dorm room.

We made it back to my dorm, and as luck would have it, my roommate was at his girlfriends. We entered, and before the door closed, Clay approached me, and planted a nice sexy, strong kiss on my waiting lips. I was in heaven. This very nice man, southern stud, and American Idol was kissing me passionately. We stopped for a moment and stepped away from each other. I began to lift Clays shirt over his shoulders, and he mine. I was not disappointed; Clay was a little lean, but very defined, and very smooth. I am 6 foot, and 170 pounds. I played football in high school, so I spent a lot of time in the gym. Clay loved rubbing my smooth chest and playing with my six-pack.

I then made a move for his jeans. I un did his belt, and used my mouth to lower the zipper, planting kisses on his manhood all the way down. I let his pants fall to the floor exposing his boxers. I could tell that Clay was excited, as his cock was poking up. I started kissing his tool through his boxers, to get a better idea of what I was in for. He started moaning with delight, and oozed pre cum through his shorts. It tasted so salty. I pulled off his boxers exposing my North Carolina Idol only for me to see. He is so fine. His cock was about six inches, nicely shaped, with a nice mushroom head. His balls hung low, and were the size of golf balls.

I thought for a moment just what might happen tonight, and my mind started to wander. My mouth was wandering as well, up and down his fully erect shaft, taking his balls in my mouth one at a time and making Clay voice his approval. I stopped suddenly, and stood up. After all, I was still completely clothed. Clay noticed this discrepancy, and began to rectify this situation. He removed my shirt with the same softness that I removed his. He was quicker to remove my pants, and left me standing there in my boxer briefs in front of him. He commented on my underwear, he liked old navy. I said thanks, and before I new it, his hands were sliding my shorts off leaving my seven-inch cock--pointing strait at my stud. He commented on my cock, saying how nice it was, and that it was very thick. My response--all the better to make you squirm my dear.

We laughed and moved toward the bed. Kissing passionately, caressing, fondling, probing and caring made this night seem very special. I could not believe my American Idol was in my bed, naked, and making love to me. After what seems like an hour, Clay asked me to fuck him. Of course I had to make my lover happy. I reached in my nightstand for the KY, and placed him on all fours. I lubed up my cock and his nice tight smooth ass, and placed my head right on his ass. He quivered for a moment, knowing just what was in store for him. I slowly began to thrust my cock into his awaiting ass. He moaned at first, and then begged me for more, and that he wanted it harder. Again, I felt compelled to comply, and gave him the hardest ass pounding he had ever had. Simultaneously, I reached around his body and began to stroke his cock. I said this thing is cute to be left alone. I continued to pound his ass with my balls slapping against his ass, and stroking his cock at the same time. I felt like I was about to shoot my load, and pulled out and turned Clay around so he was on his back. I lifted his legs over my shoulders and rammed my cock in his tight ass again. Now I could see his cute face, his cute cock and his nice balls while I continued to fuck my American Idol. I felt his cock begin to quiver, and saw him shoot six volleys of cum all over his chest. The first one hit him in the face. This was all it took for me, I let loose with five shots of my own--three inside my stud, and the other two on his chest.

There was enough cum on Clay’s body to fill a measuring cup. I took my hands, and gave him a chest message, spreading as much of our love juice all over his smooth body. I then used my tongue to lap up a mouth full, and moved up to kiss him. We exchanged a long wet kiss, tasting each other’s cum.

We laid next to each other on my twin bed, just looking into each other’s eyes. He said that this was the best time he had ever had. I responded with, but you haven’t fucked me yet. We started kissing, stroking, and slurping with each other and before you knew it, Clay was hard, and ready to go. He placed some lube on his mushroom and began to slowly fuck me. I said, come on bro, give it to me, and that Tar Heel took off like Michael Jordan dunking a ball from the foul line. Clay was very sensitive, and I could tell that he does not fuck as much as he gets fucked. That was fine with me, he felt great. We rolled around a little, and I ended up on top. I started grinding and bouncing on my stud while looking into those beautiful eyes. I thought that it might be nice to finger him at the same time, and that was all it took. I just got two fingers into him, when he shot off like old faithful. Again, he let loose with a good three shots of love juice, and I let it all go up my ass.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and slept in the next morning. One bad thing was that my roommate had a class, and came to the room for a book he forgot. When he came in the room, he saw my American Idol and me in an embrace, playing with each other’s cocks. He said, dude, what is up with this, and all I could say was “ isn’t he fine”. He looked at me, then Clay, and responded with, looks like fun. We asked him if he wanted to blow off class, and join us… I can’t wait until the next round of the competition.