Gay Erotic Stories

There's nothing like having breakfast in bed. And there's nothing better than serving breakfast in bed than when the recipient is a hot man. Through some wise investments, an inheritance, and sheer determination, my dream of owning a bed and breakfast finally came to reality. Built by my great grandparents in the late 1800's and with several additions and renovations later, this rambling Victorian/Queen Anne house with it's Overseerers cottage offer my guests eight well appointed guest suites as well as my own living quarters. Staff are delegated to the Bunkhouse, removed from the main house and offers three small apartments and one larger multi-bunk area for when I need more staff.

Situated on a bluff area overlooking the Mississippi River, the Inn at Hillcrest has become my pride and joy with a gazebo, new pool and whirlpool, a tennis court and an exercise facility. A cook and housekeeper handle most of the necessary services, while I handle the guests. As the busy season really doesn't hit until the first part of May, weekday guests in April are rare and when I took his reservation I thought I recognized the name, but didn't press the issue. Until he arrived.

Jason Mitchell can be described in many ways, but a gorgeous hunk of man meat is the only one I have. At 6'1", dark curly hair, strong chin and bottomless brown eyes, Jason had never failed to cause my pulse to quicken. We had worked together for only one year, both of us fresh out of college, young skinny kids just learning the ropes. Nearly fifteen years had passed since then, and nearly ten years since we'd seen or heard from each after transfers and company changes separated us both.

We'd been friends as co-workers, but hadn't kept in touch. But when he walked through my front door, it was like time stood still. He smiled when he saw me and flashed that 1000 watt smile of his.

We started getting caught up on old times as we toured the house. I showed him where his suite would be. I gave him the large Master suite that opened to the deck area where the pool and hot tub were located. After supper, as the cook cleared the table and set for breakfast, we sat in the living room enjoying a bottle of white wine.

As the evening was cool, I had a fire going in the fireplace and we sat enjoying our wine and conversation. As the night wore on I could tell he was tired and suggested he turn in, as we had several more days to talk.

"The air might be a little cool for a dip in the pool, but the hot tub's always hot." I said. He said he might just do that.

Since I enjoy the scenery and have my apartment in the converted attic I rarely close the drapes to my room. On those nights when the sky is crystal clear I usually sit in one of the wing back chairs looking out at the night sky. My routine is so set that I never turn the lights on until I move to the bed, and tonight I walked to the window to look up at the sky. I never did see the sky, in fact, they never left the ground below for the sight I held was more spectacular than any night sky I've ever seen.

Jason, in all his naked glory, stood in the open French doors to his suite looking out at the pool and hot tub. The ten years that had passed had only made him more gorgeous. I could tell he worked out by the rippled abs, bulging pecs and strong thighs. His manhood hung heavily, surrounded a thick forest of curly dark hair which trailed up in a skinny trail only to spread across his pecs.

He turned the lights off in his room and walked out onto the patio carrying only a towel. The patio was lit by the moonlight, the landscape lighting that circled the pavers and the shimmering glow from the underwater pool lights. He stepped down into the pool and dove quickly under the surface. The pool ran perpendicular to my window so I merely had to shift my eyes up and down. He quickly began a breast stroke and made five laps before switching to the back stroke. I undid my belt and reached in and began mindlessly rubbing my cock. Just in the few minutes of watching I had started to leak pre-cum without even a full erection.

As Jason swam I watched his cock and balls sway from side to side with each stroke, the water causing his dark pubic hair to wave and lie flat against his body. At the end of the fifth lap he stopped and stood up shaking his head and sending a spray of water off his dark curls. The water ran in small rivers down his strong back side and little beads of water sparkled in the moon light. He picked up the towel and wiped his face and headed to the hot tub. Stepping inside, he leaned back and rested his head on the edge.

I stripped immediately and grabbed the large towel off the rack and wrapped it around my waist. I practically ran down the stairs and had to stop only to keep from losing my breath. I stepped out the door and walked toward the tub."Mind if I join you?" I asked. He looked up startled.

"Um," he said. "Yeah, sure. It's just that.." he continued, embarrassed.

"You're naked?" I finished. "Not a problem. I usually go nude when I'm alone. I hope you don't mind?" and unwrapped the towel and stepped in.

"I don't mind." he said and smiled his bright smile.

We sat quietly for several minutes. Several times I thought I saw a quick subtle look my way. But didn't think much about it until he shifted positions and his right foot lightly touched my left ankle and traced its way down to my foot. When it stayed there my pulsed quickened knowing where all this might lead. I finally trailed my right foot down the back side of this left calve. I heard an audible gasp from him and saw his grin widen.

Jason stood slightly and moved to sit next to me and in the dim light I could see his cock full and pointing in the water. As he sat our legs crossed slightly and felt his hand touch my thigh and begin its trek up to my throbbing hardon. I reached over and ran my hand over his chest and turning toward him our eyes met and then our lips met. For the longest time we discovered each others bodies. Finally our lips parted.

"I want to taste you," he whispered. "I want to taste your cum."

I stood, his hands on my hips as I sat on the ledge. He immediately grabbed my seven inches and brought just the tip to his lips. As he took my dick in I threw my head back and gasped at the immense pleasure that shivered through my body. His head bobbed up and down my throbbing shaft. He paused only once.

"You taste great." was all head said before he took up his task; his hands alternately caressing my chest or cupping my balls. But it was when his finger penetrated my man hole lost all reserve and grabbed his head with both hands.

"Oh, God." I screamed and send a torrent of cum down his throat and experienced the most mind numbing orgasm in years.

He rose and we kissed. His lips coated with my cum.

"Let's take this inside." he whispered.

But that's another story.