Gay Erotic Stories

My favorite singer, David Kersh, was performing tonight in town. I had to be there, and I was hoping I could get backstage before the show and meet him. In addition to being a talented singer, he was wonderfully handsome. I had fantasized about him for some time, but knew he was straight, so never thought anything would happen. I got to the club in the afternoon just to see if he might be around. Sure enough, his bus was parked out back, and his driver was hanging around outside with a girl. "Hey Buddy," he called to me. "Do me a favor. I want to take this sweet lady down to the hotel for awhile if you know what I mean. Would you mind guarding the bus and making sure Mr. Kersh gets his rest?" "You're kidding me -- David Kersh is on that bus?" I replied. "Yep -- he's drugged out at the moment -- been feeling under the weather, so the doctor prescribed some pills to help him sleep. I'll be back to wake him up in a couple of hours. Do you mind" "No problem," I said and took the keys. After the driver left, I boarded the bus and locked the door. Where could Kersh be? I walked through the bus and found a back room with the door closed. There, asleep on the bed, was the object of my desire - David Kersh - in his jockey shorts. What a beautiful man. Tan body, smooth muscular chest with a slight hairy trail from his naval going down beneath his jocky shorts. The sight of his beautiful body made me hard. "David," I spoke -- "Mr Kersh" -- nothing -- his breathing was regular -- he was out. I sat down on the bed, and still nothing changed. I reached out with my hand and lightly touched his right nipple. No reaction, so I let my hand rub across his chest and pecs, and down to his naval. Still no reaction. Daring more, I began to fondle his cock through his jockey shorts. It started to grow in my hand and get harder. I had to see it, so I carefully removed his jockeys -- and there was the prize -- 9 inches of hard Kersh cock. David still had not stirred -- dare I risk it? Yes, damn it. I began licking the tip of his cock. MMMMMm it felt good. I licked up and down his firm shaft and then engulfed it with my mouth. I worked my mouth up and down faster and faster, and still, he didn't wake up. I could feel his cum building, but I wasn't letting him off that easily. I held the base around his cock and sl owed my actions down. I kept it to a steady sucking when I felt him rise up. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing" he shouted. "Well, Mr Kersh, I'm K---- and I'm sucking your cock." "Get the hell off me --" he exclaimed. "Now, Mr. Kersh, before you get upset, tell me, how did it feel." I asked. "Well, until I realized it was a guy, I thought my girlfriend came up to surprise me, except it was better than she ever was." he said. "Well, lay back, imagine it's her, and let me finish you off," I said. "I can't do that man, I'm not gay" he stated. "It's okay -- if I do it to you, then you're not gay" I replied. "Oh -- okay -- I guess. Go ahead, but if I get really uncomfortable, this will have to end." he said. I took his cock and placed it back in my mouth, and sucked hard and heavy. He laid his head back, and moaned, holding my head to his cock. He even began bucking his hips back into my mouth. When he came, he held my head to his cock and emptied all his cum into my mouth. After licking the remaining cum off his dick, I looked up. "That was great man," he said, "I still love women, but you give great head. I'm gonna be in town for a few days -- you wanna hang out?" "Oh yea," I said. While he never touched me during that time, I gave him head frequently - in bed, the shower, and a movie theater. It was the time of my life.