Gay Erotic Stories

Last Friday I decided to cook pasta al pesto. My lover brought the pasta and olive oil, I chopped the garlic. I turned the electric stove on, placed a huge pot on, and boiled the fettuccine. While I was stirring the noodles, he sat right across me, his tight jeans-clad legs were apart. He was looking at me with a devilish smirk on his face. "What?" I asked him, as I continued stirring. He just continued smiling. Then his right hand crept towards his crotch, and started fondling it. I raised an eyebrow. "What are you trying to do?" "Nothing," he said, as he continued rubbing his already growing organ beneath his jeans. "It's just that I find you incredibly sexy while cooking pasta…." His other hand moved to one of his hard pectoral, and started playing with his nipple. "Don't tempt me," I said, diverting my eyes from his hard basket. "If you keep doing that, I'll never get the pasta done." "Why do you look so flustered?" he asked. I can see the outline of his cock bulging in his jeans. "You're seducing me while I'm cooking," I pouted. "So?" "We might end up eating something else besides pasta!" I said, exasperated. He stood up and went behind me. As I kept stirring the fettuccine, he bent down and nibbled my shoulder. Delicious shivers ran down my spine. I moved my ass to his hard crotch. He pressed himself to me. We did end up eating something else. The pasta was great, by the way, and we had a hearty meal.