Gay Erotic Stories

Okay, okay! I've had so many responses from all of you that you want to read more, that I have decided to write more! I am sitting on the plane heading for London. As any future journalist would do, I brought my trusty lap top to record my daily journal. Handy for you all. Have any of you had your heart broken? I have, believe it or not. The love of my life gave me the ol' heave ho as I expressed how I really felt about him, yes HIM. When I was twenty, I went to Toronto, Canada where the MAC Modeling Conference was held. I went at a time when I was discovering that I liked boys as much I as liked women--that is I loved them! I was having a really hard tome with this. Where I came from, everyone knew who I was. I couldn't go anywhere with out a camera flashing or people trying their best to get beside me. I loved the attention, but try having a secret fling with another guy. So there I was in Toronto, sitting in workshops and seminars with the hottest men and women I had ever laid eyes on. We were all there with the hopes of being signed with some big city agency. I took a male model workshop with a bunch of other virile studs, when I realized that I really wanted to bag one of them. As horny as I was, I was also scared shitless. That night everyone went out on the town, but I was too depressed to go out. A bunch of female models were trying to get me to go with them, but I decided to chill by myself. I found myself reflecting on what I was going to do. For the first time, I was wishing that I didn't come from a famous family. I was looking at my face in the fountain of the hotel, when I heard a voice from behind. "Hey" he simply said. I turned to see a familiar face from one of my seminars. "You didn't go out to the clubs either?" he asked. "I didn't feel up to it. Why didn't you go?" I asked back. "I don't drink anymore, alcohol is a terrific aphrodisiac for me." he laughed. "Want to get a drink?" I couldn't believe I asked that! He just broke out laughing. I was serious though. He realized that and said we should go for a walk instead. We found our way to a playground where we just sat on he swings and talked a while. "My name is Shane by the way." he said. I told him mine and the he asked "So are you Bisexual?" I told him yes and my heart raced. "It's tough isn't it?" he said as he looked up at the stars. After a little while I realized that his life wasn't much different from mine. He too came from a very powerful family which was well known. We had a lot more in common too. We talked for hours. He was very funny and seemed to wiser than anyone I knew. Finally, he told me about his experience with men, or rather a man. He was told by his best friend that he couldn't get a man so Shane targeted his friend's lover. The lover left the friend for Shane. He felt bad about it all, so he ended the relationship. I told him how I had longed to feel the touch of another man. When we arrived back at the hotel, I walked him to his room. He leaned against the door and I moved to kiss him, but he put his hand to my chest and stopped me. He slid his hand up to my neck and slightly massaged it. Then he smiled and said maybe another time. I went back to my room a little let down but relieved. I felt like I just unloaded all that was holding me down. I fell back on my bed and started rubbing my cock. I was hard from the moment we walked onto the playground. Shane had these eyes that were half closed as he talked and gave me this devilish smile when he said something funny. I imagined the night ending a little differently. This is how it ended in my dreams: There was a knock on the door. I was wearing the white robe that was supplied by the hotel. There he stood with that same devilish grin. Before I could ask him in, he reached into my robe and grabbed my cock. He pushed me back into the room, kicking the door shut with a slam, all with out releasing my rod. I had grown erect in his hand, as he slid it back and forth over the hot pulsating meat. When the back of my legs hit the bed, Shane pushed me on the bed forcefully. I pulled my robe open as he tore his shirt off and slipped out of his pants. He climbed on top of me. I saw that he wasn't hard yet, so I reached for his cock to massage it, but he slapped my hand away and put his lips to mine. His tongue forced it's way into my mouth. His hands raked my chest and pinched my nipples really hard. His mouth hungrily tasted my neck, my chest and down my flat belly. My cock bounced against his neck. Finally, he began to lick the shaft up and down the sides. He put one of my balls in his mouth and began to suck it. His hands slid around to my ass... Oops, Chris is starting to stir. I have to post this before he wakes. Don't worry, I'll explain it to him later...It's only a fantasy story anyway. More later.