Gay Erotic Stories

I was giddy to be a professional show, giddy. The highlight by far was checking out one of the cast members, John. He was absolutely amazing, with a body to die for, and an unconventionally handsome face that always left me with a hard-on like no tomorrow. He showed up at rehearsals in his track shorts, a tight wife beater, and sneakers most of the time, and my eyes were usually locked to his perfectly sculpted calves, or chisled chest. I simply couldn't help myself. To make matters worse, I thought that he was (like most men in theater) gay, yet I soon sadly had to admit that he was indeed probably one of the 1% that simply isn't. He was just too much of a player, always trying to cop a feel in an endearing, adolescent way that I assumed that he was straight. Besides, he was an unbelievable athlete, and he just didn't overflow with femininity, usually present in those performers that confuse themselves with Barbara Streisand. Not that this bothered me --- I was sick of all the stereotypical theater boys (and I really hated Barbara Streisand, get a fucking nose job!) That his masculinity intrigued me. We finally moved into the theater the last week of dress rehearsals, and to my utter delight, a John was in my dressing room. Hello sexy! Of course we chatted like I was, or we both were, unaware that he often stood there, putting on his stage makeup, in nothing but Calvin Klein briefs. I was, in reality, trying so hard (no pun intended) to hide my throbbing cock. He was too beautiful, and those tight little briefs held a package I wanted inside of me so badly. Every brush up against me sent chills down my spine, and I wanted him more than I've ever wanted such an unobtainable stud. Which is what thus skyrocketed my desire. John was, as previously stated, a fabulous athlete, and on the date of our final show, he had a track meet from which he would leave early, and come directly to the theater. We were changing, when suddenly he began to giggle. "What is it?" I asked, looking at him. "Eh, I forgot my underwear. All I've got is my jockstrap," he said and smiled. I saw his gorgeously tight, firm ass popping out of the jockstrap, and his well-defined cock. I nearly blew my load right there. "Well," I murmured, "you can wear my boxers, and I'll just fireballs for the show. I'm only in a few scenes anyway," I said slowly. "All right, thanks buddy." He said. He then proceeded to slink out of the jockstap, letting his long, thick cock becomes exposed. I realized in horror that I as well would have to disrobe, thus revealing my now-raging erection. I turned eight shades of red as I pulled off my boxers, and handed them to him. "Oh . . . " he said softly. "That's no good . . . if you're going to freeball, you can't be popping such a tent in your pants." He then gingerly got down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth, he velvetly tongue caressing it ever so gently. As he quickened his pace, I groaned loudly and exploded down his throat. He greedily gulped down every drop of my sweet load, and grinned. "Now what am I gonna go?" he exclaimed, as I looked down and saw his own throbbing member. "Oh, fuck me. I want you inside my virgin ass" I said, trembling. He began to caress my tight asshole with his tongue, bringing my limp cock to new heights. I was quivering as I got down and began to moisten his cock with my mouth, completely filling my cheeks with his musky masculine goodness. He then turned me around, and penetrated my asshole slowly. I grunted, more from pain than pleasure initially. But then, as he pushed his way deeper inside of me, I suddenly began to experience pleasure far greater than ever before. I begged for him to fuck my tight man-pussy, and he drove all of his 8 inches inside my ass. I thrusted backwards as he thrusted forwards, and I was crying out. I felt the explosion surging in my balls, and as he emptied his hot sticky load inside of me, I erupted again. I felt it running down my thighs as it overflowed, and my insides warmed by his cum. "Damn, I made a mess," he said softly, and then proceeded to lick off all the excess cum on my cock, thighs, and asshole. H e kissed me hard, and I tasted the salty mixture of our mutual loads. We collapsed on the dressing room floor, exhausted. That night was our best performance.