Gay Erotic Stories

Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult a oriented material. This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willingly. What follows is a chapter of a series called Psyched Out. It is celebrity and other fantasies in a confession type setting. These stories are not to imply that the persons involved are gay. They are homosexual fantasies about people who may or may not be gay. Consider them a wish. Hey Doc, I know, three weeks in a row, and late each week. Maybe we should explore why I'm always late? "I've given that a bit of thought. I think all your problems stem from sex." Oh, so you're a Freudian. I wondered what path you followed. Me, personally I follow the path of least resistance. Obvious from my sexual fantasies. You wanna hear about another one? "If you feel compelled to tell me." Oh, I do. Our little talks do wonders for me. Anyway, this fantasy is about Dennis Miller, the comic. Although, I think he's more than a comic. He's a philosopher of our time. He's also got a cute butt. Okay, so in this fantasy I'm at a party in the city. A friend of mine knows a bunch of actor types, and he has a friend who happens to know Dennis Miller, and this friend brings Dennis to a late night party in Upper Manhattan. Okay, I know this is a trendy type fantasy for me, but it's just a fantasy. Okay, so I'm standing in the kitchen, doing a shot of JD, when Dennis Miller walks in looking for some ice. 'Hey man, need some more ice,' he says opening the freezer. I finish my shot. 'You're Dennis Miller,' I say. 'No shit. Pour me a shot, will ya?' I pour him a shot and myself another. 'To the ignorant masses,' he says, tapping his glass against mine. We swig down the shots. 'Oh yeah,' he moans. 'That is good. Another?' I nod and he pours. I can't keep from staring at him. His hair is shaggy, brown, with a few wisps of grey in his beard. He's wearing a short sleeve Hawaiian shirt, with the top three buttons open, revealing a very hairy chest. His frame is lanky. 'So, you don't talk much,' he says. 'Only when I got something to say,' I reply. He pours us another shot. 'I got some weed in my jacket in the bedroom, wanna go smoke a joint and tell me what you got to say?' I grab the bottle and follow him down the hallway to the bedroom. The crowd in the living room doesn't even notice us. We enter the bedroom and he grabs his jacket off the bed. Reaching into the pocket he produces a joint. 'Do the honors, man.' He says, handing me the joint and a lighter. I trade him the bottle for the joint and he pours us another shot, while I light up the joint. We smoke the joint in silence. After the joint is gone we sit staring at each other, and bursting into fits of laughter. 'What?' he says. 'Nothing,' I reply. 'Come on. You must have an opinion on something. Tell me?' I look away for a moment, then back at him. 'I think you've got incredible eyes. That's my opinion.' 'Yeah, and you've got a nice nose. For real, what are you thinking?' 'I thinking how much I wish you were gay,' I say. He looks seriously at me for a moment and then starts to laugh. 'Do you know how many times I hear that in a week?' 'Someone as hot as you must hear it all the time. Just forget I said anything. You probably wouldn't have the nerve to let me go down on you anyway.' I add the challenge to peak his interest. He takes the bait. 'I'm a liberal guy. You wouldn't be the first guy to blow me.' 'No, I'd just be the best.' 'Spunky little fucker, aren't you. What if you're not the best?' 'If I don't give you the best head you've ever gotten, you can fuck my tight ass. Assuming you can get it up for a second round.' Dennis leans up from his position on the floor. 'Okay baby, now you've challenged my manhood.' He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and starts to stand up, getting to his knees, he undoes his jeans and reveals a pair of black silk boxers. My eyes are focused on his hairy chest. He looks up at me. 'Well, get naked. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right.' I strip quickly down to my blue briefs. He leans back against the bed and I lean down on top of him. I move for his neck, but he guides me to his lips. His beard feels rough against my face. I've never kissed a man with a beard, and I discover I like it. He tongue forces it's way into my mouth. His hands explore my back and ass. I break the kiss and move to his ear, licking and biting the lobe, before licking and sucking my way through his jungle chest. The dark hair tangles in my fingers and I feel exhilarated. My lips search out his nipples and he moans as my teeth grip each nipple and tug gently. My hands have already entered those boxers and they are down below his balls. The amount of hair is overwhelming. I lick my way down his chest to the base of his cock. 6 x 3, it looks to me. Okay, so he isn't long, but he is wide and hard in my hand. I began licking around the base, moving slowly around to the hairest balls I've ever seen. I lap at them, and gently suckle on each one, causing Dennis to shiver and moan again. Encouragement from him comes in the form of a few 'oh baby, oh man's.' occasionally. It's all I need. I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft and over his mushroom tip. I graze the piss slit with my teeth, making him shudder. The next thing I feel are his hands pushing me down, forcing his cock into my throat. I moan and hum, as I began sucking the length of his cock. I force it all the way to the back of my throat, all the while running my hands over his furry body. It more than I could hope for. I suck until I feel him stiffen up. He forces his cock further into my mouth and I feel his hot juice shoot down my throat. Shot after shot. More than the shots we'd been doing, but saltier. I sit up. 'Well?' He looks at me with a wild glint in his eye. 'Is that the best you can do?' 'That wasn't the best head you've ever had?' I ask. 'Not if it means I don't get your ass,' he answers. I see his cock is growing hard again. 'I hope you've got lube.' 'I figure I use you mouth to lube me up.' He pulls me forward again and shoves his hot cock in my mouth. I feel him peeling off my briefs and soon a finger is exploring my waiting hole. I suck him making sure he is covered in my saliva, since that hot cock is about to enter my ass. He spins me around and positions himself behind me. I feel his 6-shooter pressing into my ass, and I feel him spit on my waiting hole. The pain of this wide cock sends chills through my body. The next thing I know I'm feeling pure pleasure as Dennie Miller begins pumping his hot hard cock into my ass. I feel his hairy balls slapping against my shaved balls. He is riding me hard, and slapping my ass every now and then. 'Like getting fucked my a star?' he asks. 'Yeah, ride me, Dennis. Fuck me.' I feel him pounding it me, and reaching around in front of me. I feel his hand wrapping around my cock. He begins jerking on my semi-erect cock while fucking me. It's the hottest thing I've ever felt. 'Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!' He begins to shout and I feel him pull out of my ass and his hot cum squirt up my back. He continues to jerk me off and leans down against my back. Suddenly I feel his still erect cock pressing into my ass again. 'Surprise baby,' he says. 'I've got a boner that never quits. You willing to take it again?' 'Just keep jerkin' me off and I'll do anything you want, as long as you want,' I answer. Hey Doc, I know you've gotta be hiding a woody in those jeans this time. That was one of my hottest fantasies. "Yes, well, I think our session is up."