Gay Erotic Stories

Let me relate to you an incident, which occurred in my office today, which still has me shaking. This is a true story. I am a young, 28yrs old professional, who is considered quite attractive.... I am bisexual but have had most of my experiences with women. I am always starved and on the look out for experiences with men but the void is always there...much experiences don't come my way as I am in the closet and I therefore do not send clear signals to men. I have this client, Cliffton, whom I am advising on a matter and he visits my office often... He is in his early forties but looks ten years younger and is very sexy. He is married with kids. When I met him first and he told me his age. I said to him..."no kidding I thought you were my age...you look good at forty" He has strong, well-developed muscles that demonstrate efforts and attention at the gym.... He has a sexy mat of hair on his chest and always has his shirt unbutton a bit whenever he visits my office and also always wears short pants, revealing sexy hairy legs and thighs whenever he visits. He appears straight so none of these things may be intentional. Well I counsel and advise many men and women on a daily basis and they pay for my services but none have had an effect on me like Cliffton does. I do not know if he suspects this at all, but I tried to hide it as much as I can so that my professionalism would not be compromised. I tried to talk nonstop to him, giving him the counseling he sought, knowing that if I stopped talking my thoughts would wander on sensual things that would make me blush. But despite my efforts, even while listening to his responses to my counseling, I would dream about peeling off his shirt, slowly and running my hands across his hairy chest and teasing his firm nipples. Then running my hands up his hairy legs to unzip his pants and grab his prized balls and thick cock. I would sit there in my chair whilst listening to him getting, all hard and horny as I imagine the expression of pleasure on his face as I lick-tease his balls and suck the pre-cum off his shaft. As I day-dream I would suddenly awaken and remember that Cliffton is sitting right there before me and I must stop the heavy breathing and regain my professional composure. I was taught at professional school that the line between client and specialist must remain separate and apart and that advice must be given in an objective and detached manner. Well Cliffton would visit me often, and he always came when my Secretary has already left and I am all alone preparing to go. He claims that the other times are not suitable to him. Sometimes I spend extra hours in the evening to counsel him. Despite the age difference...I am in a position of influence and he hangs on my every word, a situation that I never exploited. What I found mysterious is that every time he visits my office he wears dark shades and I cannot see his eyes, whether they were cold, whether they revealed any emotion, hidden desires or lust...As they say "the eyes are the windows to the soul" I do not know what my eyes reveal to him but I try to keep them animated to hide any deep attraction for him which they might betray. Well today Cliffton was telling me how the problems for which he was seeking my advice were making him loose weight and he was very frustrated. His next move took me by surprise and I am still trembling from the effect and impact on it on my mind. He said to me "Mr. Hortez, if you don't beleive me that I have lost weight...I'll show you" Before I could assure him that I do not doubt him...he pulled his pants down to show me how easily they glided down his waist...at the same time telling me that he was 185 lbs and have lost about 5 or 10 lbs. For one brief moment Cliffton was in his underwear and his bulge was noticeable, although his cock was not erect...his hairy thighs up to the outline of his shorts were ummmmmm....enticing....one moment of glory....a glimpse of heaven....a foretaste of things to come....I was mesmerized, breathing rapidly....loosing control...stupefied....drunk with lust...I wanted to grab him, touch him, suck him, fuck him, take him up my ass....right there in my office....My mouth was opened...my eyes bulged and my breathing was rapid...I do not know if he noticed but he interrupted my attention by saying: "You see Mr.Hortez, my pants don't fit me anymore!" I wanted to compromise my professionalism and reach out and touch him, comfort him in more ways than one...to take my counseling beyond words.... but I was restrained by my doubt as to whether he is gay and whether he wants this kind of attention.... I am perplexed by all of his actions. Are they innocent, spontaneous acts of a straight guy or are they intentional, premeditated acts of a gay/curious man? Is he teasing me or he does not know the effects he has on me? I can't stand it anymore...I'm loosing control and am afraid that I might embarrass myself. Who is going to counsel the counselor? Write me and let me know at hotstud129@hotmail.com. I have about two more sessions with him. In the meantime, I'll indulge in my fantasy of making love to him.