Gay Erotic Stories

On paper or the Internet I can be anything you want me to be. What or who do you need? Do you like men, do you like women or does it matter? I can be a five foot tall Asian transgender escort or I can be a six foot tall Nordic bodybuilder with a dick 10 inches hard. Just tell me your desires, your needs; whatever you want me to be. Let me tell you how I can please you. I know your darkest fantasies, your deepest and most precious secrets. I know what affords you pleasure and I know what brings you pain; better than you do.

I am the muse that gives power to the writer behind these words. I am the fear that someone will find out and take control of you.

Today I am the escape, the lover, the best friend; I am whatever you want me to be.

Life has caused you such pain, sadness, regret, confusion; yet also joy, friendships, love and satisfaction.

I am the man at the hardware store who’s muscles bulge from the sleeves of his t-shirt; I am the girl in the bikini by the beach at the hotdog stand; I am even the unspeakable, the fantasies that are kept hidden, kept silent, but known.

I reach out to you, you can feel me touching you; making love to you, kissing you, whispering all of those beautiful words that stir your heart. As you read these words, I become part of you, part of your needs, your desires and your dreams. Through these words you and I are one; I give life to your needs, your hopes and your fantasies.

I am Zephyr, just a wind that blows past you but caresses your hair, your face and your lips. I am Apollo, sunlight streaming down from the heavens, covering your body with my warmth, heat and light. I am Pan, raw sexual desire, part of everyone, reaching out to the nature that lives in each soul. I am also Hecate, Goddess of the moon and of the night; bringing mystery, subtle emotion and intrigue.

You feel me; you feel the desire to reach out and touch the me that is part of you. Together we glide our fingertips, our hands over your body; lightly touching, caressing and eventually making passionate love to you.

Simply think of the me that you want or need. I am the perfect lover, slave or friend. Magic, prayers or hopes are all the same thing. Think of me; visualize me; bring me into being. I exist in story, in rhyme; especially in your dreams.

I am the love that will not disappoint you. I am the one that will not forget you.

What makes up the me that you want or need; charm, intelligence, looks, attention? You have but to ask and I will be whatever you want me to be.

My words can bring life to a straight southern redneck that finds the perfect love in a suburban, gay yuppie. My words can bring life to a country singer like Blaine Larsen and then have you and he find love in a tropical paradise.

I feel you right now desiring me through space and time. You body is aching with desire, lust and need. Go ahead, no one is here but you and me; touch me/you, make love to me/you, hold me/you, quench the fire.

There are no ills, no pains, and no hidden agendas here with me. In this world there is only you and I.

GOD, I need you so bad. I’ve just realized that you are my muse, my words, my only one. I feel your desires, you heat and your needs. Where does this stop? I am holding myself, touching myself, kissing myself or is it you?

Whatever you want me to be; I am here. Whatever you want me be; there I am.