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. Hi ya, Doc. I know, as usual, I'm late. So, where do you want to begin today? "Where do you want to begin?" Good question. Hey, you ever have sex with any of your patients? "This session is about you, not me." Does that mean you have? "Why don't we talk about something that interests you about yourself?" My sex life, or fantasy life is always interesting to me. You ever have homosexual fantasies? "We're talking about you." Okay. So what do you want to hear about today? How about a fantasy I had the other night about this really hot guy I saw on TV. His name is Chris Potter. He's this unbelievable guy on Silk Stockings. He's incredible. He's sexy and hot and vulnerable. He's blond, blue eyes, and tall. He's everything I'm looking for in a hunk. Almost. "You've very attracted to this type of man?" Well, actually, he's not my usual physical type. I'm usually attracted to dark hair, blue eyes, but not as hunk-like as him. I go for the more average guy. Like you. Not that I have fantasies about you naked or anything like that, but, I, er, anyway, in my fantasy I'm at a health club. Wearing shorts, a T-shirt and sneakers. I'm walking passed the juice bar, when I spot him. He smiles and nods to me. I smile and nod back. I go upstairs to the locker room and strip down. The next thing I notice him entering the locker room as I head for the shower and then steam room. I don't give it another thought until I'm in the steam room, naked, that the door opens and he walks in. He's naked also, but it's hard to see him in the steam. He sits down next to me. 'Hi,' he says. 'Hi,' I say back. Real conversation starter stuff. He shifts his position and his leg brushes against mine. 'Sorry,' he says, but doesn't move his leg away. I don't move mine either, and he moves closer until his naked body is pressing against my naked body. His hand comes down on my knee and up my thigh, stopping just short of my dick. I reach over and start rubbing his muscular chest. The next thing throws me. He kisses me. I mean kisses, like there is no stopping him. It feels wonderful. Like all the way down to my toes wonderful. My mind races. Could this be the perfect guy? I feel his hand wrapping around my growing cock. My own hand is working downward toward his pulsing shaft. I grab him as he grabs me, and as we stare into each other's eyes, we begin to jerk each other off. We kiss again, while jerking each other. This is one hot scene, but also a bit public, since he is a star. But that doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, he starts licking his way down my chest, pushing me back on the tiles and turning so he can straddle my face, feeding me his long, thick, hot pulsing cock. I can't believe how lucky I am to be sucking the cock of such a hunk. It feels wild to do this in a steam room, burying my nose in his pubic hair, soft and blond, and wet. I feel his hand reaching under me, to my ass. Whoa! I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but I can't talk since I've got seven or eight inches of his manhood shoved down my throat. I reach up and begin to explore his puckering hole, and he seems willing. He seems to like my rubbing it, but stops me. He leans up from where he was performing the best head I've ever had, and says 'Get up, bend over, and take my hot cock.' I don't speak, because just as I'm about to say no, he reaches down and starts rubbing my chest, pinching my nipples and generally driving me wild when he shifts from nipples to rock hard cock. He kisses my neck and pulls me up. Standing face to face, he slips his tongue in my mouth, and the next thing I feel is his hand on my cock again, and then he turns me around, and pushes me forward, gently. Next, I feel his wet hot cock, slipping between my ass cheeks, and pressing against my hole. I'm not ready for this, but he pushes harder and I stop resisting, allowing him to fuck me in the steam room. Sorry Doc, guess I got myself horny thinking about it. "it's okay. Erections are normal." Yeah? You got one? "This is not about me, but about you and your sexual fantasies." I know. Why do I have so many sexual fantasies about movie and television stars? "Do you ever fantasize about the average man on the street? In a business suit, perhaps?" Like you? "Yes. No! Just any man on the street." No. They've always got to be movie or television stars, or someone I know personally. Never strangers. "Interesting." Why? "You fantasize about men you think you know, in a setting where they are always strangers." Wow Doc! Finally, after 4 sessions, you've finally said something that sounded like a doctor. Cool. "Thank you. Now about your fantasies, how does this one end?" Chris and I fuck our way through health club, steam room, sauna, showers, locker room, and a late night workout alone at his apartment. "I see." Times up, isn't it? The Doc nodded. "Same time next week." It sounded like an order. I'll be here.