Gay Erotic Stories

A Golf Affair To Remember, Part II As his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to something resembling normal, Sean turned on his side towards me, wearing only his wide grin. "That was, it was, it was...just great," he said in a voice full of enthusiasm but barely above a whisper. We would have looked like quite the pair had anyone but us been there. There we were, lying on the bedroom rug, lit only by the light from the hallway. He was naked, his clothes in a pile an arms length away and I was there beside him still in my shorts and t-shirt. Lying on his side looking at me, Sean propped up his head on his folded right arm. His lips were but six inches from my ear and I could lightly feel his warm breath on my ear and the back of my neck. The hair on the back of my neck bristled with excitement and fear. Through my t-shirt, with his left hand, Sean began to slowly stroke the narrow valley of muscle and light hair that ran between my breast bone and my navel. He must have sensed my deep ambivalence, as I seemed to alternate between the thrill of his touch and my absolute terror of the new and unknown. I am not as large and strong a man as Sean. I am 5'10" and only 163 pounds. Though I lift a little, my main non-golf activity is running. That aerobic activity keeps me thin and toned, but it leaves me without the broad shoulders and, well, presence that Sean exudes. Part of me was just happy to have given him great pleasure and certain that he could have no interest in my slim body. As he lay beside me, stroking my stomach lightly, a thousand conflicting emotions ran through my mind and some of those emotions must have been evident even in the dim light as I felt Sean's eyes studying my face. "Mark," Sean dropped his voice low, "I ... I need you to know something." "Oh, God," I thought, "here it comes -- here it is, he's now going to tell me this was a terrible mistake and he feels no attraction to me, other than as a colleague and friend." But what Sean actually said was, "I have to apologize to you. I find you so, ... so, ... so incredibly sexy. I have wanted to touch you and be with you and hold you for ... well, for months now. I was incredibly pumped when you asked me to come down for the weekend. For the past week, I went to bed thinking, imagining, hoping how things would be together with you this weekend." As he spoke, he spread his hand full on my t-shirt, covering half my abdomen, and slowly moving it in a lazy, circular, sensuous motion. His words as completely captivated my mind as his hand seemed to reach to center of my body and make every cell alert. But I was confused, I still did not understand what he could possibly be apologizing for. Was there going to be a hidden "but" lurking in his next sentence? "...and then I saw you, so tense and preoccupied, I guess I just wanted to break through to you, to touch you, which is why I had begun to kneed your shoulders downstairs. And, well, I so wanted you that, well, I, I, ... I am just so sorry that I came so, you know, so soon and so fast. I just, I just didn't expect you to go down on me like that and it felt so, well, ... so damn good." he said. I smiled at him. I was relieved that he was not telling me that I was chopped liver and my mind was racing with an excruciating kind of giddiness. He was apologizing for coming too soon and too fast -- what a hoot! God, I have never met anyone so genuine, I thought. What I actually said was, "Sean, you were great. I loved every fantastic, throbbing second that I touched you and the thrill of your orgasm." I had barely finished this slow murmur to him when he shifted, placed a long, slow, firm kiss on my lips. At the same moment, he finally slipped his left hand beneath the hem of my t-shirt and I finally felt the firm touch of his large hand on my stomach and the muscles of my side. Sean broke from my lips. He kissed me lightly on my neck as his hand continued to stroke my stomach, eventually his hand moving up to my chest underneath my shirt, still murmuring soft words, "Mark, your body is so taut and sensual. You have such a passion about you. It is in everything you do. It animates every fiber and every sinew of your being when I watch. And, oh yes, I watch you. I watch you at work, the way you enter a room, take control of a meeting, and exert your will on others. I watch you as you walk down the golf course, like you own it, your belt buckle poised serenely six inches above what I am sure is heaven. I watch you, dream about you, and long to feel your body heat against my own chest, as now." By now, my nipples were erect, as was my cock. Sean's words seemed to take control of me. His hands were mere implements of his mastery over this moment and me. He must have sensed my excitement. After lightly pinching my nipples with his hand, he swept his hand down to my shorts and obviously recognized the urgent condition of my hard member. Involuntarily, I let out a long slow moan that was more a plea for his lips to caress my masculinity than anything that could be otherwise discerned. Still whispering to me about how much he loved to touch my body and how much he wanted me, he slowly, methodically, stripped me as I lay with my back on the bedroom rug. "Mark, you have the most wonderful chest, tight, compact, powerful and so beautifully dusted with dark brown hair around the nipples. Your nipples, the size of nickels, are like deep brown soldiers standing at attention on the field of your chest," he said as he then began to lick them one at a time. After he removed my shorts and boxers, as I raised my hips to assist, he whistled softly as he saw my cock, hard and free of restraint. "So that is what your hot rod looks like," he seemed to chuckle a little. "Your penis has the biggest goddamn head on it I've ever seen. What did you eat growing up, a diet of mushrooms?" I couldn't share his laughter or admiration. All I wanted was to have him take the whole of my mushroom-shaped glans in his warm wet mouth as soon as he could. But I was going to have to wait. His hands, returning from the removal of my shorts and boxers, opened my legs and then Sean knelt between my splayed legs. He bent his head down as if to kiss my cock, but instead his head continued down further and he gently kissed the inside of first one knee and then the other. Then with his warm wet tongue, he traced a path up from inside the knee up the tightly strung muscles of my inner thigh. At the meaty portion of my thigh, he paused, licked, sucked, and then nibbled with his hot mouth. Never, never had I ever felt a sensation like that. It was as if with the light touch of his teeth he was reaching into the chords of my soul and tightening them the way a child might tug at his shoelaces. I lost all control. My body, hot and sweaty, seemed to move of its own. My vocal chords were moaning, moaning with soft abandon. My hands were grasping at Sean's shoulders, seeking something taut and massive to steady the quiver that seemed to rack me. My pelvis seemed to move back and forth as though it were trying to find some special home for my swollen manhood. After minutes that seemed like hours on the edge, Sean took his warm hands and cupped my testes. Never had my balls so wanted the warmth and comfort of a massive hand. As he gently massaged my balls with his hand, Sean also pulled lightly on my scrotum to pull the sack, that was rising, down. Finally, with wet lips and a moist tongue, Sean encircled the head of my penis. Oh God, it felt good. It was all prelude to this, I thought. Everything before was gone, nothing after would be more intense, this was it. As he swirled and swirled his tongue around my glans and as his lower lip played with the underside of my cock, my body strained and strained but I felt like my mind was floating somewhere above the ceiling. I heard someone call out, OH OH God Oh Oh God Oh Oh yes YES, and I only dimly recall that that was my voice. I knew I was about to come. Sean knew I was about to come. He stopped. As I lay there, panting and gradually drifting back from the edge, he whispered to me that he had a little surprise. Before I could regain use of my senses, he pulled a condom from the pocket of his shorts nearby, opened the package and rolled it on to my straining cock while two of his fingers massaged my tight balls. Fuck, I thought, why did he do that -- condoms only deaden everything. "Ready?" he asked and I must have grunted assent. All I wanted was come as swiftly and as hard as I could. Then Sean bent down and covered my cock and his condom with his lips and tongue. His warmth came through the thin latex and I was, again, on the very edge, when he smiled, bared a little of his pearly white teeth and ever so lightly raked them back and forth over my condom-protected cock. Never had I felt that before, my eyes snapped open, my nails dug into his shoulders, and my whole body shuddered and exploded as I came. Now, it was Sean's turn to lay me back, whisper soft words, and stroke my chest until the thundering herd in my heart slowed down to an amble. (Still more to come the next day) Again, if you have comments or suggestions, please feel free to e-mail me at ByMarkBost@aol.com. Pleasant dreams, all!