Gay Erotic Stories

Noah Wyle…my makeout session with Noah. "Hey Noah" I said. My name is Rob. I'm a HUGE fan of yours. In my house we're ER fanatics." Why thank you…uh, how did you get back here?" he asked a little sternly. "Oh," I said. He was sitting there at his makeup table reading a trade magazine. I was entranced by his stubble and white smooth white shirt underneath the Carter-like suspenders-the thought of touching these things. I noticed his silky chestnut hair that I always imagined myself running my fingers through on TV, caressing his friendly, stubbly face. I was glad he got rid of the beard! Noah has a tall, lanky build in contrast to my shorter, stockier stature. He looked good. "I, uh, was hoping for a tour and I'm really glad to have stumbled on you." His demeanor loosened up a little bit. "Well, this is my private dressing room. I'm sorry, I'll give you a tour." Most everyone is gone - we just wrapped. "And NO, I cannot tell you about the episode. We're under strict contract not to reveal plotlines." "Great," I said, "I've always wanted to see the dressing room of a prime time star." "Star," he said. "That's still hard for me to believe sometimes." He smiled, you know, that boyish, totally innocent toothy grin that is almost the trademark of his loveable Carter. As his forehead raised for his smile, his wavy hair fell on his forehead. "So where are you from?" He was actually kind of shy. "New York," I said. We shot the shit for a while and we discovered that we had similar interests. For example, we both did high school theater. He smiled at me and ran his fingers through his hair. Aww, I wished it was me doing it. Shit, I was so angry that I would never get a REAL moment with him. If I told him how I felt, he would think I was just another psychotic fan. But the way he smiled at me when I told him I liked acting. You know, that MUST be some kind of cock-digging indicator. He reached for a cigar. I had noticed a pack of cigarettes in chest pocket. "I'm trying to quit smoking - I enjoy a cigar every now and then, especially Fridays after we wrap. Do you want one?" "Sure." I always enjoyed a good cigar myself. He stood up. He was wearing loose khakis. He must have been wearing boxers because I could see a poke in his left pant leg a couple inches below his crotch. I made sure I caught a glimpse of his firm, round butt which I was so grateful to have seen on that one ER episode. He placed a stogie in my hand and cupped it as he lit it with his lighter. I sucked in and blew out some quality cigar smoke. As he leaned over me, his hair brushed my nose. I took a sniff, of course. I could sense its silkiness. I could also smell nice-smelling shampoo mixed with sweat undoubtedly caused by strong television lights. Then he lit his cigar and took a long drag. "Ahh," he said as he let grey smoke drift out. The smoke surrounded his silky head and smooth body. Damn, I wanted to lick his face and slowly unbutton his white shirt tucked into his pants. Hell man, I only had this one opportunity. He seemed nice enough and he WAS an actor who indicated to me the pressures of being a star… I wondered if that included keeping himself in the closet. "Noah," I said. "I like you - a lot. I won't tell and I'm not psychotic. If you want me to leave, that's cool and I'll never bother you again. "No, that's cool," and he laughed! "Believe it or not I've never had a fan do this to me before." He sounded like Carter! HAHA "I do find you attractive too, Rob. Come here." I did as I was told. I walked up to him and ran my fingers through his hair with my left hand. He closed his eyes and smoked. I placed my cigar between my teeth, puffing on it every ten seconds or so. With right hand I grasped his crotch, which was tight by now. Then I told him to take my cigar out. He did that and removed his as well and placed them in the ash tray on his desk. I leaned his head in and I kissed his cheek slowly, all the time running my hand through his hair. My other hand was still on his cock, which was easily 9 inches. Just as I figured! I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted his taste, his cigar. It was all sweet. Very sexy and manly. He sucked on my tongue as he flicked at it with his tongue. His upper lip, stubble with lack of shaving, slipped into my mouth also. I just kept exploring his face. He was so fuckin' hot. Then I slid my hand up and pulled off his suspenders, quickening my pace. He seemed eager and started unbuttoning my shirt. I RIPPED off his white shirt and had full view with my mouth his sturdy shoulders and smooth chest. My hands were everywhere. "I want to suck you," he said. "Shh, Noah" I said as I put my index finger on his lips, "It is much better to give than to receive." Then I licked his lips real quick before I went back to work licking the bulge on his crotch through his expensive pants, which I proceeded to take off with my teeth and hands. He smelled like cigars. Then I had it. As soon as his pants were off, his nine and a HALF inch cock had pushed its way through the hole in his underpants (thank God for boxers!) I didn't even take them off just yet. I got into it right there, taking in as much as I could. He just moaned and rubbed his fingers through MY hair and breathed through his mouth. "You're a great guy" was all I heard him say. Up and down I went, alternating between slow and fast rhythms, sometimes stopping to lick his cute balls (they had a little bit of hair on them and they were manly-sweaty/salty) and the wisps of light brown hair on his washboard stomach. Every minute I would just keep going and lick all the way up to his mouth, making him taste his precum and allowing myself to taste all the best parts of him. I made him tell me that I'm an animal. I said, "You're definitely sexy." As I massaged his tight ass. We laughed for a second, he reached for his cigar and smoked, and then I got back into sucking him off. I could tell he was going to come. (I myself wanted to come so bad. All he had to do was touch it and it would go off.) And then he breathed in really hard and his white jiz exploded all over my face and his abs. I finished jerking him off as I made out with him. Then I pushed me back and lowered his awesome mouth onto my 7" cock. I could feel his tongue exploring my genitalia and then that was it, I showered the side of his head and smoky stubble with my come. He licked some of it onto my nipples and I buried my face into the top of his head and just breathed him in. He may look like a kid but this guy was definitely a man. "You're hot," I said. He blew smoke in my face and smiled and said, "So are you." And we made out some more as we got dressed. "Ok kid," he said. "I really gotta go now. My girlfriend would kill me if she knew why I'm so late!" "Bye Carter!" I said.