Gay Erotic Stories

Undressing slowly, Garth finally felt free – free of the constraints set upon him by his employment, his work mates, and ultimately by himself. As he shed each item, each layer, of clothing, his mind expanded once more. He stood there in the living room of his small but open apartment and truly appreciated the life that he had outside of ‘the office’. By his feet his shirt, jacket and tie lay in a crumpled heap, unwanted for now as much as for what they stood for. Garth ran his hands over his torso, feeling the soft smooth skin under his palms. He brushed the hair that grew gently over his chest. He fingered his nipples delicately, giving himself over to the pleasures that he could not indulge in even in the least at his place of work. Feeling the beginnings of arousal stirring, he gently unbelted his trousers, flinging the leather strap across the room, hearing the buckle crack onto the wooden floor. He unpopped the button and slowly unzipped the fly on his cotton trousers. He slid his hands down his thighs, pushing the expensive material to the floor. He stepped out of them, leaving him clad in socks and underwear. Somehow preserving the air of sexual tension and freedom, he lifted each foot in turn and removed his socks. He walked around his living room, feeling the differing textures under his bare feet. At first the deep shag-pile carpet and then the harsh but warm wooden planks. He crossed in front of his sofa and felt the tickle of the long fur rug that he had owned for as long as he could remember. He stroked his legs, again caressing the dark hair. Up he went, from knee to thigh, to inner thigh. With one delicate finger he touched the base of one of his testicles and caressed it ever so softly in its cotton prison. Still he was not completely free! Carefully he pushed his briefs down over his swelling cock and felt them fall onto his feet. Finally! He gently grasped his cock, feeling the blood pumping up his shaft. He groaned quietly to himself, determined to enjoy every second of this evening. He walked over to his sofa and placed himself on it, feeling his naked ass sink into the cushions. Swinging his legs up, he lay back getting as comfortable as possible. He hadn’t switched his phone back to manual, leaving it on the machine, so he knew that he wouldn’t be disturbed by any ill-timed calls. It was unlikely also that he would receive any visitors as few people in his building knew each other, and any of his friends would call first and, finding the machine on, would not bother coming to his apartment. Secure in his privacy he relaxed completely, letting all his tensions and stresses out in what he hoped would be a deliciously prolonged experience for once. He sighed deeply and began one of his favourite fantasies: the one where his horny as fuck boss called him into his office after work. “Garth, I have noticed your work around the office has been great. You work well with the rest of the team. I like to see that.” “Thank you, sir.” Garth basked in his boss’ praise. His boss was wearing a thin white shirt and black trousers. Through the shirt, Garth could make out the dark circles of his nipples and the patches of hair that ran over his chest and down the front of his body. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his forearms that were also covered in hair. Garth absentmindedly wondered if such material covered his whole body. “Now, I wonder if you would mind if we were to work together. I admit that the task I have in mind would involve us working long hours late after work, just you and I. It is kind of a difficult task to discuss, but I think that in you I have found the perfect employee to help me. Do you think that you could cope with spending time with me, Garth?” “Certainly sir. It’d be a pleasure.” Garth looked his boss straight in the eyes across the desk and grinned. His boss stood up and Garth fancied that he saw a bulge in his groin. He came around and leant against his desk, just in front but slightly to the left of Garth. At the angle of Garth’s chair, his boss’ groin was more or less on level with his face. “I feel it only fair, Garth, to tell you that I do find you attractive, very attractive. If you feel that this would hinder our working together . . .” “No, no, sir. Quite the opposite!” A knowing look passed between the two of them and Garth was not surprised when his boss slowly unzipped his fly. Garth leaned forward and began to raise his hands to free his cock when there was a knock at the door. “Shit.” Garth mumbled to himself under his breath. He decided to remain where he was in silence until whoever it was decided to fuck off and leave him alone. Again the knocking. The knocking became harsher. “Hello? Sir?” Garth sighed again. “Who is it?” “Sorry to disturb you sir. I’m the building maintenance guy and I have to do a check of all the apartments.” “Can’t it wait? All my things work fine.” “Not really sir. I have to do it right away, sir. Other people have reported problems.” “Shit. Ok. Just a minute, ok?” “Ok sir.” Garth walked into his bedroom and pulled on his robe – thin black cotton – and went to open the door. The sight he saw astounded him. In the hall stood a compact man, second or third generation Italian. His hair was a glistening black, his eyes a ravishing bright blue. His jaw was square and blunt, showing its owner was stubborn and masculine, but it was in need of a shave, showing as what is known as five o’clock shadow. His body was broad and appeared muscular in the maintenance overall that he wore, but he was fairly short, giving him the appearance of a small bear. “Uh, come in.” As he opened the door further he spoke again. “I’m Garth. I apologize for not being dressed and all, but you kind of surprised me.” “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse sights than that, sir. I’m Marc, nice to meet you!” He grinned and their eyes met for a fraction of a second before Marc removed his gaze with a nervous cough. Garth then realized that his robe was beginning to open; though it was only his bare chest and part of a thigh that was currently being displayed. He hastily retied himself. “Feel free to, you know, do what you gotta do.” “Thanks!” Garth could do nothing but stand leaning against the doorway watching this attractive young man stretching, bending and prodding various boxes, panels and buttons located around the open-plan apartment. He entered the bedroom after he received an affirmative nod from Garth and soon came back out. “Sorry about this, but I’ve just got to look in the back of the closet at the top there. There’s some wiring that I have to double-check.” Garth shrugged. Somewhere in his head the thought of having Marc poking around his room, in his closet, was too appealing to miss. “Sure. Do you need anything?” “Do you have a chair or anything I could just borrow for a sec? I can’t quite reach on my own.” He gestured to his lack of height with a self-deprecating grin. Garth fetched a chair from the dining area and placed it in front of the closet. “Ok?” “Sure.” Marc stepped up onto the chair and leant over to fiddle with the wiring, or something. Garth wasn’t really paying attention to wear the other man’s hands were. Stood next to him, Marc’s groin was just below eye-level. There seemed to be a promising bulge there. Garth licked his lips subconsciously and wiped his palms on his robe. “I see.” “Sorry?” Garth was startled out of his dirty thoughts. “Shut up.” Garth was stunned into silence, but looked at the man strangely. What happened next was even stranger. Marc stepped down off the chair and kissed Garth deeply. While he was still reeling from that surprise, Marc unbuttoned his overall and pushed it to the floor. He was stood in a tight-fitting white T-shirt, slightly grubby, and a pair of small gym shorts – tight black, leaving nothing to the imagination. He stripped off his shirt to reveal a deliciously hairy chest. The hair ran down, under his shorts and down his thighs and legs. “My god.” Garth mumbled to himself and quickly undid his robe, exposing his nudity. He took a step forward, closing the gap between them, and ran his hands all over Marc’s body, feeling the delicious soft hair under his palms and his fingers. He groaned slightly and Marc kissed him once again. He felt Marc’s large cock begin to twitch and grow. Soon Garth knelt down and unhooked the shorts, freeing Marc’s big cock. The head was large and perfectly round, circumcised and velvet soft to the touch. The shaft was thick and sturdy, just like the rest of him. It did not take Garth long to start sucking on this member with all his might. He nibbled and sucked, licked, teased and kissed. He fumbled with his meaty balls, once more stroking the hair. He ran his hands over his ass and between the cheeks. After what seemed an eternity of paradise, Marc began to increase his breathing and pushed his hands down on Garth’s head. He started face-fucking him, harder and harder, his hips bucking and gyrating madly. Soon Garth could feel his balls tighten in his hand and knew that he was about to shoot his load. And shoot he did. Wads of thick sperm exploded into his mouth and soon began to dribble out of his mouth, despite his best attempts to swallow it all. Marc, not trusting his knees any more, knelt down in front of Garth and kissed him again, tasting his own spunk and sweat. His kissed along his chin line and nibbled his ear before whispering to him: “Fuck me, Garth. Fuck me here. Fuck me now.” Garth needed no more than that. Marc spat on his cock and Garth lubed up his hairy ass with spit-slippery fingers. Sensing that this man was no virgin, he ploughed straight in there, pushing his wet prick against his ring. It slipped in easily, but there was a kind of exquisite tightness that made both men gasp with pleasure. Garth began thrusting into his ass, pushing his cock further up his rectum. Marc began to grunt wildly and gasp. “Do you like that, huh? You want that?” “Yes! Oh God! Yes!” The dirty talk soon degenerated into wild shouts and animal screams as Garth felt himself about to cum. “I’m gonna cum! Oh god!” He gripped his fingers into Marc’s sweaty back and pushed deeply one more time. Right at the tip of his thrust, Garth shot his load. He gasped and kept fucking, slowing down his rhythm, feeling his prick surrounded by his own sperm. “Let me lick you clean!” Garth pulled out and proffered his cock to Marc’s hungry mouth. Marc did him no disservice, stripping all remnants of sperm and sweat from Garth’s cock. “I . . . I gotta go now. I’m sorry.” Marc stood up and pulled up his shorts and overalls, dressing himself once more. “Come back any time.” Garth’s offer was an honest one, and one that was sure to be taken up many times in the future. Garth strolled back into the living room, thinking about what had just happened. Certainly he had been about to embark on a private journey of pleasure, but then the intense and hirsute young Marc had joined him. He didn’t mind, in fact he had a very enjoyable time, one he was sure that was to be repeated.