Gay Erotic Stories

~ Imaginations ~ ****************** I close my eyes and imagine... sitting down on his lap. Our eyes lock to each other, exploring the essence of the person within. We are drowning in the sea of love with the sound of our breathing echoes around us. There is silence between us that we can almost hear our heartbeats strumming through the night. The gentle, friendly face outlined with years of experience and memories. As I look into the kind, blue eyes, I raise my right hand and the tips of my middle and index fingers touch the left side of his face, feeling the softness of the skin. I can feel the energy that vibrates through me as I run them from the temple down to the cheek and to the pink lips. In my heart, I feel like I have always known the man under the masks he often puts on, under the fear, and under the irony. I have cannot find any sympathy, just love, and that is all I care. No one has the right to decide whom I do or do not deserve, for I alone will decide for myself. And I have decided I love this man. No matter what, for now and forever, I know deep within me, a part of me will always be his. He has claimed the part of me that he had seen without the masks and I have consented. No one will ever take it away from me, and no matter where destiny leads us in the web of fate; part of me is but his alone. I do not deny facts and reality, but will never doubt the possibilities. I know the question that often arises in his mind and the doubt upon which he often ponders late at night. I notice the times when he holds back from me for I am not blind, but I will not blame him. I understand his cautions and his uncertainties. I will never stop trying to show my caring and I am patient. I can wait, but I will never stop showing: my love, my concern, my care, my passion, and my lust. I know that if I wait long enough to earn his trust, I will earn his love. Now, when we are together, living and experiencing through the shared moments are ours alone. My dad had once said, "Life is to be lived, experience is to be savored, and memories are to be cherished." For now, for this moment in my life, I want to be with him to share new experiences, and tomorrow, I will always cherish the memories being with him. I smile as remove my fingers and see warm the flicker in the deep blue eyes. I lean closer to him, allowing our lips to brush against each other - a long, gentle kiss to remind of our existence, the love and the respect we have for each other. As my arms wrap around his neck, and can feel his firm hands holding me tight. Our lips part but not our arms. I hold him firmly to me, not wanting to let go. I press my cheek against his and I close my eyes, wishing if there is a possibility that time will ever stop, I want it to stop while I am in his arm. I can smell the faint scent of his cologne and the soft musk of his body. Our chests heave with our breathing and our heartbeats are almost in union, beating as are one. I have never been so close with anyone nor have I allowed anyone to touch me as he had. While with him, I have no fear of being myself for the emotions we share and respect. I hold on closer to him, tightening my arms around him. Slowly, I whisper to his ear, "I love you. For now and forever, I love you, always..." ~ Imaginations Part 2 ~ ******************* I close my eyes and imagine... his firm arms caressing my back, feeling my body and squeezing me tighter closer to him. I turn my head and kiss his cheek as my arms loosen. I can feel the hard stubble under his skin as my nose nuzzles the soft skin. The air is filled by love, dancing to the soft eloquent music made by our breathing. I notice his eyes begin to well and a teardrop escapes the periphery of his eye, flowing gently down his cheek. It makes me love him even more, a man who is not afraid to be true to his feelings and who can cry. He can reach deep within him, letting his emotions in the open and accepting them. I want to cry with him, but I cannot. I have made myself nonchalant to my pain which have hurt me once, and hope that he can, one day, teach me how to cry again. Holding his face in my hand and gazing into his dreamy blue eyes, I lean closer to kiss away his tears, wishing that I could kiss away all the pain and the hurt he carries within. All the experience has left cruel marks on his face, making him look old and worn. The thick brown curls that once crowns him with luscious wave has receded, leaving but a thin pasture entwined with graying hair. Sometime, I can feel that he feels humble while being with me, thinking he is unworthy of me. I know not what else to do to reassure him that he has my love and holds the key to my heart. The lines on his face, the maturity of his age and thinking, and the experience within him are the features that made me fall in love with him and want to be by his side. I want to share the little time we have, while living this borrowed life loving him and promising a better future for us. As more kisses being lavish upon the face, the passion within me begins to stir. My lip travel to his and when they touch, sparks begin to fly. It starts with a gentle loving kiss, slowly turning the flame into a bonfire. The gentle kisses become more passionate and deep. I close my eyes, kissing him more and more, taking everything he has to offer, yet, still more. I can feel our tongues intertwined, caressing and loving each other like tomorrow never comes. The fingers run through the fine hair and lean his head against the headrest. I want to make him happy, feeding on my beautiful body, and having him in me. My hand slides down into the robe and the tips of my fingers can feel his thick, fine body hair that spread wildly under the blue robe. The hand carelessly rubs the chest and finds the little pink mount that has begin to harden. The fingers begin to strum the sweet delight as our kisses cease. Looking in his eye, I can hear myself saying "I want to make love to you, baby and love you forever..." ~ Imaginations.... Part 3 ~ *********************** I close my eyes and imagine... my hands gently reach into his robe to reveal his chest and makes its way down to the hairy field, rubbing the thick bush with sweet caresses. My kisses travel from the neck, then down to under his throat, to the chest, and to the pink nipples. As my mouth touch the surface of his skin, my tongue darts out, making circles at the ventured spots. I use my lips and my tongues alternately and I want to give him even more pleasure when I hear him moaning with every kiss. When my mouth meets his nipples, I begin to nibble upon it, making it firm and elevating my desire. I cannot hold myself, wanting more of it and I can hear him moan with pleasure. The thick hairy bushes of his body is so wonderful that I begin to rub my face on his chest, craving for more and moaning erotically. I stand up and as I move away, our eyes lock onto each other. He looks please with a warm smile is carved on his face, knowing what is to come.. I can see the twinkle in his eyes when I slides the green silk boxers, proudly revealing my harden tool. He takes a deep breath, admiring my small, smooth body and thinking of what he will do to me. As I kneel between his legs, I can feel my burning passion getting out of control and I am helpless to fight it. I lean down to expose his smooth love toy that towers above the island of his thick pubic hair from under the robe. The shaft quivers as the terry cloth brushes the tip of his penis. He spreads his leg apart to welcome me and his shaft quivers as my tongue begins caressing it. The outburst of desire within me is so overwhelming that I cannot help but to bury my face in his fertile crotch. My nose wildly rubs against the harden shaft, feeling the compact, smooth rod and the thick pubic hair on my face - so warm, so wild. He moans. My tongue darts out, licking whatever comes in its contact, and my mouth nibbles upon the hardness of his love toy. I keep pushing and rubbing my face against his warm flesh, while my arms hold his waist, not wanting him to run away. His stomach muscles shudder. He keeps calling me his baby, telling me what to do, and complementing my acts. I am obliged to please him, my lover. As I listen to his moans, a peculiar emotion within me awakens. I am uncertain how to describe the mixed emotions that I feel - care, love, lust, hunger, sensual, or whatever, but all I want to do is to please him and satisfy his needs as a man and a human being. I want to feel him and touch him like he has never been touched before. I want to drown him with my love and my passion. I hold his erected tool with my hand. It feels smooth and hard, and I can smell a distinct his musk. My tongue runs carelessly along the vertical shaft, from the base to the tip, loving it with every caress. The smooth shaft turns even harder as I fondle it with my hand. As I begin taking it in my mouth, licking and sucking the huge tool. I can taste a salty fluid that begins to leak from the tip of the mushroom head. I become more frenzied, wanting more. I lick and suck it alternately. More fresh globs of pre-cum begin to leak into my mouth as I take his shaft deeper in me and milking it with my hands. His hands rest on my head and every time I take him in me, he pushes my head deeper in his crotch. I want more, my mind screams, I want more. The sucking get harder and faster and I can feel his rod growing in my hands. I want more. He groans as I squeeze his balls and massage his love tool. His legs begin to tremble. I hear him calling me baby in his muffled voice as his body curls onto me. His chest and stomach locks my head in his crotch, forcing me to take the shaft deeper. My sucking and licking subside. I want him so much. I want him to cum in me, spraying his love juice into my throat and on my face, but this is just the beginning. I want the love-making to be like a slow burning fire - keeping us warm all night and last until tomorrow... ~ Imaginations.... Part 4 ~ *********************** I close my eyes and imagine... him looking down at me and his hands take hold my shoulders. I can see in his eyes what he wants to do. I smile without objection and stand in front of him. As he leans forward to kiss my bare chest, one of his hands reach into my groin while the other cups my rear cheeks. His mouth and wet tongue move scale higher until I can feel him licking and sucking my nipple. His hands move to places where he knows would excite me sending waves of mixed emotions through my mind. I take a deep breath and focus my senses to his touches and kisses. His face on my chest and then on my neck until our lips meet. The world around me seems to drown in our passionate kisses. Our hands endlessly move to touch and feel each other's flesh. Two warm bodies rubbing against each other making us so hot and throwing us further into the very heart of the tidal wave of love. He suddenly stops and looks at me with a smile - such a sweet, loving face. I return his smile and bare my soul and intimate desires to him, wanting him to take me as he please. I want him to make to love to me to fulfill his lust and desires, and that pleases me more than a thousand orgasms. His rope drops to the floor, revealing the lovely body. There is no man to whom I want to make love with and for now, all I want is him and everything that he has to offer - his love, his passion, and his juices. As he leans to me, I close my eyes with my lips slightly parted, waiting for his kiss. When our lips touch, I can feel my whole body begin to shake with anticipation. His tongue penetrates into my mouth and I welcome him with sucks and caresses. I can feel his hard tool against my stomach, quivering as he presses it harder against me. His hands reach down to my rear, holding me tighter against him and lifting me higher until he can kiss me without having to lean down. I cling to his neck and wrap my legs around him as he carries and traps his stiff tool in my crotch. He carries and sits me to a table effortlessly. Our mouths are glued together, lavishing each other with kisses and caresses. He moves my arms from his shoulders and forward to make me lie on the table with my legs dangling to the floor. I can feel his smooth shaft still pressing between my legs and I have to control myself not to interrupt him. Then, he starts exploring my body again with his mouths and at the same time rubbing his furry chest to my crotch. It tickles me but at the same time provide me with pleasure. This time, his moves are more deliberate, more loving. I can hear myself crying soft moans, enjoying what he is doing to me. His mouth plays on my nipple, sucking and licking the little brown cherry that has begun to harden. His hands constantly rubbing me before moving down to my thighs and groin and it feels so good. When he takes my love toy in his hand and massages it slowly, I can feel an uncontrollable wave of spasm flooding through me that I moan even louder through my clenched teeth. Ever so gently, he begins taking me in his mouth while his hands still exploring other parts of me. I moan with every touch and kisses, feeling them, enjoying them. I love him even more as he makes love to me. He takes my hand and lay them on his head, signaling me to do what I please. I can only run my fingers through lovingly his hair and let him attend to his needs. I look down at the silver-haired lover, his head buried in my groins, enjoying my love meat. Every time he takes me in him, my stomach muscles tremble, holding back the train of waves that weakens my walls. The more he takes me, the closer I get to the edge. My moans get louder and my breaths are no longer calm and steady. My body arches as I try to compensate the pleasure and the ecstasy that seems to be overwhelming me. My love tool is getting harder and I can feel a sudden surge that begins to form within me. I fight hard to hold back, putting more walls and barriers to hold on for a few more moments. I call out his name, wanting him to stop, but my mind is too cluttered to think of the words to say. I keep on moaning through my clenched teeth, unable to concentrate and to tell him to stop. I am getting soaked with my cold sweat. My moans get shorter, but louder. I can feel I am losing my control when my whole existence begins to tremble. My legs are shaking and I can feel an uncontrollable spasm sweeping through me. My hands grips locks of his hair, and as he takes me into him, I raise my hips to meet him and pull down his face to force my tool further in him. I fight so hard to maintain my consciousness and my control, but I am not afraid of losing it. I scream his name, telling him that I am ready to explode. He does not stop. He keeps pushing his face into my groin, faster and harder. His hand keeps pumping my tool and with every moan, it too gets faster and harder. I am too close at the edge. The barrier breaks and the tidal wave sweeps through my very existence like I have touched the eye of a storm. I can feel a gush rocketing through me and into his mouth, as I moan out loud, calling his name. The body cringe as I try to hang on from being swept away by ecstasy. I can feel him moving his face away, breaking my grip and milking me with his hand while holding his face close to the gusher. He watches in excitement, enjoy seeing me reaching my climatic experience and my juice spraying to his face and my stomach. He pumps me until I am drained. Slowly, he stops and watches sex toy exhausted, yet pleased. He smiles at me when I open my eyes and look at him. He leans down and starts to kiss me in my groin and traces his mouth to mine. I can feel his still harden love toy pressing against my thigh as I suck his tongue and holding him tighter to me. Slowly, I let him go. I know what he wants and I spread my leg wider as I invite him into me. I want it more than anything else. He smiles at his reward and I anxiously await for his move.... ~ Imaginations.... Part 5 ~ *********************** I close my eyes and imagine... the man I love spreads my leg wider and feeling for the entrance. He smiles at me when his fingers find the little hole and slowly pushes it with his finger. I can feel the sensation as it sweeps through me. Pain or pleasure, I do not know. I have never tried it with anyone and it has been saved for him. I want to have him in me and give me all he has to offer. I surrender all to him, my love, my body and my soul. I am his slave and a toy to fulfill his utmost desire. For then, my purpose is only the please him - the man I love. I am his love toy and I want him to do anything he pleases. He reaches for the still wet patches of juices on my stomach and rubs the liquid on his member to provide some lubrication. Then, he takes my legs and put them over your shoulders before slowly guiding his harden shaft into me. I take a deep breath as he prepares himself for the entry. God, that hurts, I want to scream as his love tool forces its way into me. I close my eyes and hold the pain. He stops half way and looks down to me, unsure if I can withstand the first penetration. I smile, hiding the pain and whisper to him to go on. His member goes deeper and deeper in me until I can feel his crotch resting against my moons. Then, he starts rocking himself - in and out, in and out to get the maximum friction with every push and pull. My body begins to strain as the pain gets more unbearable. Yet, it feels so good. I can hear his thighs slapping against my rear end and voice grunting with every thrust. I call out his, contemplating to tell him to stop, but the wrong words comes out from my mouth. I want more and I want it harder and he is happy too oblige. His body begins to sweat as he repositions himself for a deeper penetration. Holding my thighs harder, he begins to thrust the member into me mercilessly. I begin to whine with soft moans, in pain and ecstasy, mixed slippery in my arms. I know he enjoys watching his puppy squirm under him and moan, begging for me. The louder I moan, he harder he thrust himself into me. I can feel the love toy breaking through my defenses, pushing both of us to the edge of our passionate desires. He stops momentarily and moves my legs from his shoulder. While his shaft is still planted in me, he tells me to wrap my legs around his waist. I do as I command, wanting to please him. His hands secure themselves on my shoulders and he leans down and starts thrusting himself into me. The shaft goes further than it had gone before. The sounds of our moans fill the room, drowning our in our ocean of lust. We are no longer humans, just beast craving for love and sex to reach the peaks of our passion. I tighten the muscles every time he pulls me member away and release the tension when he pushes in to make him feel me, as I am aware of him in me. He groans out loud when I start doing it, and then begin enjoying the new pleasure. My hands begin to rub his sweaty chest, loving the hair that matted the lovely body. Then, the hands slide around him, as he pumps into me even harder. I twist and turn, trying to compensate both the pain and the ecstasy. The sound of his groans is making my shaft harder again. Beads of sweat begin to drip on me and he continues to achieve his peak. He stops abruptly and picks me up from the table. I cling to his neck, squirming hard as the thrust goes even deeper. We both moan out loud. The passionate is burning our senses, but we do not stop. I tighten my hold to him, pressing my harden member as the thrusts continue to invade and penetrate me. I can hear my voice moaning and whimpering, calling out his name begging for more. I can feel his legs begin to tremble as he seats himself on the chair. He has done his part, and it is now my turn to help him go beyond the boundary of carnal desire. Our eyes catch a glimpse of each other's and we smile. He props himself comfortably on the chair and raise is hips to drive the shaft into me, forcing me to close my eyes to withstand his penetrations. He looks at me and tells me to do my part. I am happy to oblige and as I begin grinding my rear on his crotch, my hands reach down and play with his nipples. I watch him closes his eyes and breathing calmly as I lurch harder and harder. I start slowly at first and he squirms, clenching his teeth. Then I alternately change my pace - faster and slower at a rhythm of our bodies. I lean over and kiss him on the lips - deep passionate kiss He holds me tight in his arms as he raises his hips. The thrust goes deeper in me. "God!! That hurts," I scream, but he does not stop. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my member to his belly to obtain some friction as we rock ourselves. I can feel his warm breath on my shoulder as he rocks me, pushing my to the edge of my senses. I tighten the muscles around the entrance every time he pulls his member out and release the tense when he pushes with an intention to milk everything he has to offer. Our bodies begin to get slippery in our arms. I close my eyes, focusing my mind to his needs. His whole body begins to tense as the muscles on his neck tighten and I can feel that I too will join him as he reaches his peak. "I'm going to cummmmm," he yells out loud. "Yes.. baby come.. in me and I'll follow you," I say as I rock him even harder, tighten my entrance every time I raise myself, squeezing every juices in him. I can feel his body begin to quiver as he lets out a loud scream and grips me tighter in his arms. I am not ready to stop. I lurch even harder and faster, tightening the muscles around his shaft even harder every time he pulls his member out. I lurch again and again, milking him dry until he has no more. My defenses begin to crumble and I call out his name, as loads of love juice sprouts from my shaft onto his chest. He knows that I, too am reaching my peak, and hold me tighter, rocking his body to rub my shaft and produce more milk from me. We are both weak from our passionate love-making and the fire of passion slowly dwindles and dies. As I remove his member from in me, I manage to steal a kiss from his mouth. He smiles and pulls he head to rest on his shoulders. I lay there, closing my eyes, and being thankful that I have this time with him. For now and forever, I will always remember and love him. ...... and when I open my eyes, I begin to wonder if my imaginations will come true. I wonder... someday... And for those “mature” gentlemen who may find this story exciting, please write to me at re57216@yahoo.com and share your fantasy with a 36 yr old Asian guy.