Gay Erotic Stories

For years I found it frustrating working in an advertising agency where the managing director, my boss, was not only acknowledged as one of the best in the industry, but also happened to be articulate, charismatic and an absolute babe to boot. He was one of those guys who'd come through school with all the best grades as well as being in the First XV for Rugby and the top Cricket XI, mental agility coupled with physical prowess. I admired his mind and painfully longed for his body. We'd been working together for nearly four years and things were not getting any easier for me, in fact they were worsening. Charles, though we'd never discussed it, knew I was gay and being open-minded in an industry that challenges parameters, he'd always championed the cause of a meritocracy and as a result I'd found it easy to flourish. We began working particularly close together at one stage on a specific piece of new business and while I was enjoying the proximity I was finding it increasingly hard to mask my feelings from this handsome and, unfortunately, happily married man. Charles was a real kidder and would sometimes put his hand on my knee in a client meeting and tell people that he and I had worked REALLY close together on this project, acknowledging my sexuality and at the same time saying how comfortable he was with his own. A couple of times he jokingly said things to the effect of "How 'bout a rough bottle of Chianti and a cheap hotel room?" I'd always laugh it off and at the same time yearn to grab his face and tongue dive him deeply, but I was always the consummate professional, pretending not to be affected by innuendo or his sheer magnetism. Charles could take a joke at his own expense and one that was often leveled at him by peers was in reference to his ample endowment. His college nickname of dog-roll somehow became known and put to common use by an inner circle of colleagues, but never by me. The thought of this phallic metaphor drove me wild and I feared I’d choke on my words should I utter them. The irony was not lost on me as I longed to choke on his manhood. I had spent many a wild time with my right hand imagining what would be like together and now I found he was hung like a horse as well. He was the perfect man, but not it appeared for me. It was around this time and in this atmosphere that I resigned. Half a year later and working with the competition, I was out at the airport waiting for the fog to lift and a backlog of passengers to clear so as to get to an out of town meeting. The business lounge was packed and it was hard to find a seat when I heard a familiar voice hailing me over. I turned around and Charles was sitting by himself in an alcove with a spare seat. Smiling and shaking hands in greeting, I openly displayed my pleasure at seeing him (I hoped he didn't notice my heart starting to pound out of my chest) as we hadn’t crossed paths since I left. It turned out we were both waiting for the next available flight to the same destination and judging by the crowd and the pea soup it was going to be some time. Sitting together and chatting, trying to avoid work as I was now with the competition, conversation turned to why I left. I deflected his questions not wanting to confront or open up about my feelings for him, still fearful of rejection I guess. He reminded me how good we were together and actually said he missed me. The way he phrased it was very warm and personal and I reciprocated the sentiment. Looking into his eyes at this point I thought I could detect more than just professional interest. My gaydar was picking up approaching craft - or maybe I was mistaken. Charles began to sit forward in his seat with the small of his back slightly arched and slowly lifting his heels off the ground as he continued speaking. I began to notice how much he looked like a man who was enjoying anal stimulation and then watched incredulously as his hand deftly and discretely fondled his crotch. I looked up and his eyes were locked on mine, he'd been fully aware of where my eyes had wandered and he liked it. But he was straight and happily married, I knew his wife I thought to myself! I had to get up and excuse myself as I could feel heat starting to pulse in my face as well as other areas. In front of the men's room mirror I splashed water in my face and let some of the blood flow back out of my semi-rigid cock before standing at the urinal. With the chaos caused by the fog there were men coming and going all the time and true to my nature I couldn't help but glance down at the guy next to me who used only his left hand while standing to my left. Casually looking down I must audibly have caught my breath as my eyes feasted on the most beautiful slab of prime beef I had ever seen. The fat thickness of this beautiful shaft was finished off with the roundest and plumpest head you could wish for. My sphincter involuntarily puckered. I could feel that familiar excitement starting again, the slight shortness of breath, that feeling in my guts and small of the back and the flow of blood back to my now engorging cock. The owner of this beautiful man-meat had finished pissing, but had not put himself away and at further inspection had begun to gently pull at this man-hood – with his entire left fist around himself his head was still a comfortable two inches away from his hand. Looking up at the owner I was greeted with a familiar smile and a comment aimed only at me saying "Looks like something’s got you excited." I glanced around the busy men’s room to make sure no-one else was in earshot and in a parched voice managed to agree with him and say "It’s little early for Chianti, but I’ll take you up on that cheap hotel room." Leaving the men’s room we decided to find somewhere to spend some private time together. Both of us were going to miss our meetings due to the fog and flight delays and ringing our respective offices to move meetings etc we also went over to check in to see what the story was with flights. It turned out that the fog was lifting and that they hoped to have a flight in the air presently – being frequent fliers we had priority. We looked at each other and with a smile agreed that an afternoon without other commitments in another city would be "satisfactory" – we could both move our meetings to the following morning. On the flight on the way up we sat next to each other with our thighs touching for an hour and a half – my cock felt like it was going to burst and Charles kept his tray table folded over his lap area. Halfway through the flight Charles had been adjusting himself with his hands in his suit pockets and pulling some of the pocket lining inside out he asked me to grab it. Having an inkling as to what was going on I gently squeezed the white pocketing material of his blue pin-stripe inside of which was held the semi engorged head of a monster cock. He was only semi-hard and his cock was resting over the side of his hip. I was so turned on I thought I may pass out. Once on the ground we took the car that was waiting for him, I’d cancelled mine, and went directly to the hotel his PA had booked. After checking him in we went to his room – we didn’t make any conversation in the lift with the bellhop, but furtively glanced at each other with hearts beating feverishly. As soon as we had that door closed I did what I’d been yearning to for years and grabbed this man’s face and kissed him with an uncontrolled passion that was at last to be vented. I can’t remember exactly how it happened, we were ripping each other’s clothes off in a frenzy, Armani and Zegna were flying around the room but at last I had him naked. We stood apart from each other at this point and admired each other’s bodies. He was a little shorter than me, around six foot and not quite as heavily built with a natural athletes body. His square shoulders tapered down into a pronounced but not sculpted chest. His sandy blond hair got slightly darker on his chest and again in the small patch descending from his navel. Circling each other I discovered that his butt was more beautiful than in my fantasies, hairless and vaguely tanned as if he’d been naked in the sun at some stage. The rest of his skin was golden and healthy and was outshone only by the center of his body’s focus. My body obviously aroused him as his massive manhood started to bob and pulse with his inspection of me. Coming from behind me he wrapped his arms around my chest and began to rub my nipples, chest and stomach while kissing my broad muscular neck. His cock lay along my ass and knowing it was projecting out the side from us I grabbed its head and gently squeezed it to a groaning response. Turning round and dropping to my knees I looked him in the eye then started to work his rod up to full erection with my mouth and hands. The salty, sweaty favour further inflamed my desire and cupping his large apricot sized balls with one hand, I started stimulating his anus with a well salivated index finger on the other. He began to push back on this and his cock incredibly grew larger in my mouth as he released another moan of pleasure. Releasing his cock from my now aching jaw I grabbed it round the base and gave it a good appraisal. My right hand could not quite encircle the base squeezing as I was and the circumcised head glistened eagerly in its bulbous and now fully erect way – with my well practiced eye I’d guess it was eleven and a half inches, but it was the thickness that excited me most. I couldn’t wait to feel this manhood exploring my most intimate places, further than any man had been before. Turning Charles round and encouraging him to bend over the bed, I began exploring his ass with my tongue and gently wanking his mighty prong as I did so. He began to howl like some husky crazed animal and I started getting really excited, stopping only because I thought he would come – I didn’t want him to yet! He breathlessly told me that he’d never experienced that before and how much he enjoyed it and then said how much he wanted me to fuck him! This was too perfect, here I was anticipating how good it was going to be to have this monster inside me, re-engineering my bowels, only to discover that he was wanting my perfectly formed, cut seven and a half inches inside him. Gently I continued tonguing his anus as I rolled a condom onto my cock. It was so stiff and hard it really was a woody! Gently I lubed him up, courtesy of hotel guest supplies, and slowly worked my crank into his eager asshole. He was so beautiful and tight and his back was so muscular and lean that I nearly came straight away. We got into a rhythm together pretty soon and both of us were in heaven, him thrusting back on my every forward thrust. After a while Charles said he wanted to watch and we moved over to the dresser area with a large mirror above it. Charles stood spread-eagled in front facing the mirror with his ass arched out waiting for me. I again slipped in behind him and started to pick up the pace. Looking over his shoulder in the mirror the sight drove me wild – there was this gorgeous man, the object of my desires for so long bouncing up and down on my cock while in his hand was the most magnificent piece of creation I’d yet witnessed. I reached round and cupped his balls again and felt them tighten. I could feel Charles picking up the pace and anticipated his gathering orgasm, which sent me over the edge. Charles started going wild on my cock really slamming back onto me and the fevered pitch he waned himself with looked incredible. Suddenly he started screaming like a banshee, he’d totally given into it, and huge gobs of cum started spewing up the mirror, I squeezed tighter on his balls and another couple of wad missiles splashed up the glass. He started doing that total abandoned scream thing again when I realized that it was ME and grabbing his hips I really fucked the shit out of him as I came in the most cataclysmic way imaginable. Spent I collapsed on his back and we started to catch our breath and recover. Looking at the sight of our reflection in the mirror, we both started laughing. Our reflection was like some 3D effect in a movie only this was achieved with pleasure and the product of man sex – a curtain of cum. When the laughter had subsided and we’d caught our breath I suggested we have a shower and freshen up. Charles went in first and cleaned his surrendered asshole up and I joined him in the shower. After having washed each other down we both started to feel invigorated again and I could sense some life coming back into that huge wang of his which immediately went to work on stiffening mine. Getting out of the shower I toweled Charles then myself off and we moved through to the bed. Lying down together and enjoying each other’s warmth Charles said, "It must be my turn to fuck you!" I thought he’d never ask! I started working his crank up to full erection first with my mouth, then with lube and my body and hands. I was still incredulous at the thickness of his cock and a little apprehensive at my ability to take him all inside me. When he was up to full size I straddled him lying down on the bed and rolled a condom just past the halfway mark on his cock – that’s as far as it would go – and with my hands I started lubing my sphincter with two then three then four fingers. I placed the gorgeous head of his manhood against my awaiting anus. This was the tough part, it was so big and bulbous and proud! Pushing back on it I willed myself to relax and open up. I pushed my muscles as if going for a shit and at the same time lowered myself further onto his staff. Suddenly I could feel myself giving way and with a rush I could feel his head almost pop into my body – I paused before continuing the descent to the base. My ass muscles had never before been so stretched, it was like my first time again but more so. I opened my eyes and looked down at Charles who looked like he was in heaven. His eyes were closed and his face had an expression of childish, innocent pleasure. I looked over my shoulder, back at the mirror unit and was thankful we’d cleaned up the cum as now I could see the most magnificent pair of balls and their majestic rod causing two men to become one. At this point I was getting used to the sheer size and was relaxing around it. I started frigging my own cock and working on and up and down motion. Charles opened his eyes and smiled at me. "I’m just about there, in a minute you can take over." I said to him and continued to work on relaxing into it and working him all the way into me. After some more minutes I managed to lower myself all the way to the base and Charles grabbed me round the thighs and pushed just that little bit further into me, I thought I was going to gag. It was time to hand over the controls. Charles had me up on all fours at the end of the bed so as we could watch in the mirror. With a new condom on and fresh lube Charles came in from behind me without any pausing, thrusting aggressively into me. It was at once terrifying and exhilarating – the sight in the mirror was better than anything available on video. Once again we got into a rhythm together and began to pick up the pace. My asshole had totally surrendered to this handsome bastard’s love prong. My guts were being rearranged from the inside and it felt fantastic. Reaching up behind me with my right hand I felt him go in then out of me as I watched in the mirror. Unbelievably my cock began to get hard again, even with this horse inside me. I started to wank myself off in time with Charles and when he noticed this it obviously excited him more. Picking up the pace and intensity Charles really started to slam onto me, he also started coming in and out at different angles – I didn’t know I could feel like this. I could hear that raspy banshee scream start again from somewhere and realizing it was me I started to thrust back on Charles as he continued violently to slam into my ass while I began pummeling my fully engorged wang. Suddenly I could feel myself cumming and I stood up on my knees with Charles still inside me while looking at the mirror as launch after launch of cum shot skyward from the end of my cock. The angle of Charles’ cock at this point was pushing wildly into my G-spot and for the first time ever I had what felt like a multiple orgasm. Suddenly Charles pulled out of me and ripping off his condom turned me over onto my back and straddled my chest. He began frantically wanking his big manhandle with his right hand while the left he held firmly around the base. I couldn’t believe it but the head and shaft were actually getting bigger. With a weird high pitched squeal Charles launched volley after volley directly into my face, some overshot but most hit and ricocheted off. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as this tide of man juice tried to engulf my face. With a gasp he suddenly collapsed on me and started passionately kissing me and slurping up some of his glorious jism. Having cleaned up we both went back to bed and recouped me with the silliest and most content looking grin imaginable. "So now I know what the Dog-Roll joke is all about."