Gay Erotic Stories

James Marsden, AKA Glenn Foy, the boy toy on Ally McBeal, is the new hottie on Monday night television. He plays a lawyer and after seeing him a few times, I decided I wanted to get into his 'legal briefs'. Now Marsden is as straight as an arrow, but that won't stop me from being able to seduce him. Guys like him are easy marks, especially when they have to be away from their wives for long periods of time. I did my research on his habits: I knew where he stayed and where he liked to dine out when on location in Boston. 'Jimmy' would be easy, as any kind of flattery seemed to work on him, and his ego always needed to be stroked. He entered the deli across from his hotel after a long day of shooting. Marsden's boyish looks, sexy body and killer eyes, lips and smile were a turn on. And so it began... "Say, aren't you James Marsden?" I said, as I got in the line to order behind him. "Yes," he said in an upbeat voice. "Man, you are the greatest, coolest guy on TV right now. I have seen all your films, loved X-Men, but think you are really being able to develop as an actor in your current role." "Thanks. I'm enjoying the role, except it keeps me away from home a lot. And I haven't even been back home to see my family in Oklahoma in months." "You play Glenn perfectly. You know the part I like best, besides your funny lines, is when they have you singing and dancing in the bar. The only bummer is I was trying to learn some of your steps and moves, but they flash those scenes on and off so quickly, I never seem to be able to get them down. You have some cool moves." We sat together for our meal, traded pleasantries, and when we finished I made sure to comment again on his cool musical rhythms. "Well, I live in the hotel just across the way and have all the music there. If you have a minute or two I could show you." He took the bait; in fact he took the whole hook. By the time we reached the inside of his hotel suite, I had continued to flatter his fine young ass to the point where he offered to order drinks and snacks from room service. He was one fine piece of man meat. Now that I 'knew' him, I was even more turned on by his sensitive nature and he looked even hotter in person than he did on the TV screen. "Make yourself to home, while the food arrives. I am going to get out of these clothes. I've lived in them all day." He left for his bedroom, shut the door and when he returned, he was barefoot, in a muscle t-shirt and some Calvin Klein boxers. Wow! Had I hit the jackpot or what? At 6'2", I was about an inch taller than JM and weighed a solid 20 pounds more. Marsden offered me a beer from his fridge while we waited for room service. I was surprised how fast he downed his. Then he downed another. I asked him what gives. He said, "I’m actually a pretty inhibited guy and I need to loosen up if I am going to show you any of those dance moves." Amazingly, he chugged down a third brew, and the rapid intake of alcohol was having a quick effect on his tired body. I could tell he was buzzed after about 15 minutes. Room service arrived. I answered the door, tipped the guy, and rolled the tray of food and spirits into the living room area. There were some sandwiches as well as some more brew and a bottle of whiskey. "What's with the whiskey, James? Beers are good enough for me." "Call me Jimmy. And I figured it might be your favorite," Marsden said as he took a quick shot of it right out of the bottle. I hated whiskey, but played along. "Cool, but you better be careful, mixing hard liquor and beer. You'll be higher than a kite." "I'll be fine. You want my best moves, don't you?" If he only knew! Jimmy turned on the music and began to dance and sing. God he was good. He pulled me up out of the chair and stood beside me and in no time he had me moving, doing what he was doing. I made a point not to catch on too quickly and to make some mistakes. When I would do that, he got behind me and would take my wrists in his hands, and move my arms in unison with his. His front rubbed up against my backside, and I could feel his manhood rubbing my butt. The second time he got behind me, I could tell his cock was harder, and then by the third time even more so. I spun around and grabbed him. I hugged him and he yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. You have been so nice and I just felt you might want to take this a little further." "What do you mean?" "Well, I could feel your cock getting harder and I thought you might be in the mood to have me give you a blow job, or something. I know you are straight, but it would be my way of thanking you for being so nice to me. No one would ever know." To my surprise, he dropped his Calvin's and took off his shirt. I was in. We went into his bedroom, which had clothes strewn all over. He cleared off the bed quickly and I pushed him onto the center of the bed. His cock was standing straight up and measured a good 8 inches and was thick. He had some more growing to do. I took hold of his cock and stroked it until he began to moan. Once he did that, I licked his chest, his navel and then spread his legs to suck his gorgeous nuts. My tongue turned him on even more when I licked that lovely inch or so between his balls and has asshole. “Ooohhhhhhhh, man that feels so goooood....aaaaahhhhhhhhh," he groaned. I began to slurp his now 9-inch, totally hard stick and ran my tongue up and down the shaft and then did a swirl with my tongue on his mushroom head. I plunged up and down on his cock and his precum was flowing and mixing with my spit. He let out a huge groan each time I took all of him into my mouth and down my throat. I figured now I could do anything to this straight stud. I slid my forefinger into his asshole and he got rigid at first, and then relaxed. He really tightened up when I rubbed his hot spot, but then his load of 'Jimmy jism' filled my mouth and flowed down my throat. It was sweet, creamy and hot, like the rest of him. Just as I expected from this hot Oklahoma cowboy. "Mind if I finish the job, Jimmy?" "What's that?" he asked. "This." I elevated his lower torso and inserted my finger again into his ass. I spit a couple of times and it mixed with his ass juice to make it easy to widen his hole with my fingers. I inserted my 12-inch cock into his ass and then inch-by-inch I made my way into his love tunnel. After about filling him with 6 inches of my manhood, I asked him, "Can you take any more?" All he did was let out a gurgle and groan from deep inside his throat. I took that as a yes. I plowed his sweet butt for the next few minutes until he was taking my entire length. After 15 minutes of fine fucking his Marsden manhole, I grabbed his hard cock and yanked it till he shot his 'Stillwater semen' all over his stomach and pecs. Jimmy grabbed himself from then on every time he needed to drain his pipes. That happened about 6 or 7 times over the next two hours as I fucked this hot young actor till I felt I had legal custody of his body. I came and filled his ‘Glenn Foy’, boy toy tunnel, with my hot milk. "Jimmy, you play a lawyer so you should know what 'quid pro quo' means." "Yeah it has something to do with a favor for a favor." "Well, it’s quid pro quo time." Jimmy spent the next three hours sucking my dick and fucking my ass. Straight guys are usually good in bed, but Marsden was fantastic.