Gay Erotic Stories

I had watched Shawn Estes ever since he was drafted by the Seattle Mariners. I saw him pitch several times when he was with the Giants. Now I catch him every time he is on the mound at Shea. I usually buy a seat either in the left field bleachers or along the third base line. When I am in a mood just to watch his amazing butt, I sit in the left field seat and keep my binoculars honed in on Shawn’s amazing ass. When I want to see him from the front and the nice package he has, I sit on the third base line. That is where I was last Monday when the Mets were finishing up a four game series with the D’backs. The D’backs: now that is a team of hot looking guys! As is his usual pattern, Shawn didn’t shave before the game, so he had that rough, tough look on his face…well, rough and tough for his baby face. After all the times I’ve watched him, today would be the day I would approach him after the game and see if I couldn’t get his autograph. I have often dreamt of what it would be like to have those perfect lips locked on my cock and to be able to roam all over his body, especially that perfect muscled athletic butt of his. I think he must like to tease us all, as he is one of the few guys on the Mets who wears his uniform pants so tight you can see the muscles in his legs and the perfect shape of his ass. Shawn, at 6’2” and just over 200 pounds, always seems so laid back. I wondered often what it would be like to stroke his California cock and have my way with him. In all the years I have followed him, there never have been any stories of him and a girlfriend. At 30 years old, and as hot as he is, I would have thought he would have been spoken for long ago. I waited outside the Mets gate behind the stadium…I waited and waited…seems like every team member left but no sign of Shawn. Finally, about 10 minutes after the last guy had come out, out comes Shawn. He looked amazing; he had shaved, was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses and a tight fitting shirt and jeans. “Shawn, can I get your autograph?” I shouted. He looked over at me, took his sunglasses off, and then stared at me as if he recognized me. “I’ve seen you before, in the stands, along the third base line. You’ve sat there at least 4 or five time with your binoculars. What do you need binoculars for in those seats?” I was nervous, but I figured what the hell. “I’ve got them so I can get the best view of you!” Shawn turned a slight shade of red and responded, “Me? What do you want to look at me for?” “Shawn, you have got the most amazing body, so I look at you through the binoculars to get as close a view as possible.” “Well, why don’t you come with me and I’ll see you get an even closer look?” I could not believe what I was hearing, and followed Shawn back through the exit gate, into the locker room and into the weight/workout room. Shawn began to undo his shirt and took it off. He then unsnapped his jeans and began to unzip them. “What are you waiting for? You need to strip down also,” Shawn said with a smile. Shawn stripped down to his boxers and I did the same. He pointed me in the direction of a padded table and told me to “hop on up.” Shawn was even more beautiful in the buff than I could have possibly dreamed. He pushed me down on my back and began to run those luscious lips over my stomach, then my chest and finally I could taste them. His tongue darted in and out of my eager mouth and then we tongue wrestled and shared our spit. “Oooohhhhh,” I just moaned every time he touched me. He got between my legs and elevated my butt so that he could have access to my ass. His finger probed my hole and he didn’t seem satisfied to shove just one finger in. He asked if it was okay to open me up farther. “You’re the one in control here, you don’t need to ask.” It was the weirdest feeling. His strong fingers and hands had a gentleness about them and, “AAAAhhhhhhhoooooooooooo,” was all I grunted as he worked his entire hand into my love canal. My sphincter locked around his wrist and it sent tingles through my entire body each time he would wiggle his wrist. He did this until my muscles totally relaxed and my hot hole stayed relatively open when he pulled his hand out.” He kept shoving his hand back in and pulling it out to make sure I didn’t totally close up on him. “Oh, man, Shawn, why do you keep doing that?” “I want to make sure I have an easy time sticking my cock in there.” I soon realized what he meant. Shawn began to insert his ‘Estes erection’ into my waiting tunnel. I couldn’t believe how thick this hunk was. My ass was being stretched and opened even wider than by his hand. “I may only be about 9 inches long but what I don’t have in length, I make up for in girth. You have my ‘Shawn stick’ in you and it is a little over 4 inches in diameter when I’m all the way in you.” Shawn fucked me for the next hour. I tasted his lips over and over on mine and when he was done he said, “I’ll see you after I pitch the next home game, and you can do me.” “Not on your life, Shawn. I’m going to meet you after you pitch next on the road…I’ll meet you in St. Louis; you’re going to get milked in the mid-West, you hot hunk boy.”