Gay Erotic Stories

Shaun was introduced into our office about three months ago, having just relocated from New York. He was pretty mellow for a New Yorker; at least more so than others from his area that I’ve met in the past. His accent was unmistakable and, so far, it’s been a great addition to our group’s multi-regional complement. I had always found it entertaining listening to him talk but I was more impressed by his physical attributes. He wasn’t too tall, about 5’11”, wore his dark brown hair long, and had blue-green eyes. He had a nice, athletic build, almost like a swimmer’s and carried his clothes well. As far as I could tell, he was pretty smart. Then again, I suppose you’d have to be if you were a systems analyst. Some of the women in the office were pretty casual with him; one or two showed an interest to get to know him better. He’s become a water cooler buddy in a short time, and has proven himself to be great company during after-work hangouts at local bars. He was undeniably straight, engaging in mutual flirting with female bar patrons and some of the women from work who’d joined us, and does not seem to have a clue about my orientation. This, of course, makes him all the more irresistible to me. One jovial Friday evening, the gang had an all-night bar crawl that had rendered almost all the members incredibly intoxicated. Shaun, exhibiting his flair for snappy attire, had on a pair of slacks and a long-sleeved silk shirt. He had the top two buttons undone, which highlighted a nice layer of silky chest hair. He reminded me of that lead singer from Creed who I’d always found to be particularly hot. And, that night, Shaun was definitely in his element. By the time the night had come to an end, which was, in fact, at around two the following morning, it had come down to Shaun, me, and two female acquaintances. Luckily, I lived downtown and the last bar we went to was only a couple of blocks from my apartment complex, so I didn’t have to worry about having to drive home. Shaun, clearly drunk, had nudged me and, in a vain attempt to whisper, quite loudly suggested that we invite the women to my apartment for ‘some booty call.’ This elicited a snicker from the ladies, who were also completely drunk, because, unlike Shaun, they knew I was gay. I half-heartedly agreed and we made the two-block trek to my apartment in no time. I broke out some beers from my refrigerator and we resumed the partying in my living room. We were like cackling geese as we laughed about nonsensical things only people in our state would have found amusing. After the second round, the ladies had gotten tired and had decided to call for a cab to take them home. I had expected Shaun to protest the idea since he was the one, after all, who was probably hoping to get laid that night. But he was already passed out on my sofa, still sitting while masterfully holding upright his nearly empty bottle of beer. The cab came for the ladies within minutes and, as they exited my apartment, one of them joshed me about Shaun still possibly getting ‘booty’ this evening. I told her to shut up as I playfully pushed them out in the hallway. I bade them good night and shut my door. I cleaned up in the living room and kitchen as best I could in my own inebriated state, then turned my attention to Shaun. I removed the beer bottle from his hand, and maneuvered his body so that he was now lying on his back on the couch. I removed his shoes and decided that that was all I needed to do. But, as I stood above him, I noticed his looks once again: He had such handsome features even while he slept. I allowed my gaze to take in Shaun’s hairy chest, which had become more evident with his shirt having become even more unbuttoned as I jerked his body around to his current position. The sight of it, and him, and the position he happened to be in, all invited closer inspection and was making me quite horny; being drunk and horny was never a good combination. I thought about what my knowing female friends had said and wondered if I should give in to my sexual desires that night. If I did do something, I could risk stirring Shaun awake and God knows what he’d do then. I listened for a moment and found Shaun silently snoring signaling that he was in deep sleep, and I decided to take my chances. I knelt in front of the couch near Shaun’s head and I lowered my face to lightly touch his lips with mine. The simple gesture made my heart pump fast and my penis spring to life in my loose slacks. I began to run my hands all over his chest through his clothes and I thrilled at his awesome build. My hand traveled south and rested on Shaun’s crotch. Although he was flaccid, it was quite clear that he was pretty well endowed. While I slowly kneaded Shaun’s penis with my right hand, I worked on unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with my left. Every button unbuttoned revealed a little more of Shaun’s impressive physique. His chest hair extended just below his pectorals, making his well-developed abs show more clearly, and I allowed my left hand to rub up and down his torso. That whole time, I kept an eye on Shaun’s face, mostly because I was captivated by his handsomeness, but also to be aware of any kind of reaction to what I was doing. Although he was still clearly in deep sleep, his penis had begun to respond to my kneading, slowly starting to bulge and harden. After convincing myself that Shaun would continue to be oblivious to my actions, I decided to take things a couple of steps further. I unhooked his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled it open to reveal blue cotton briefs. Through the fabric, I marveled at the outline of his progressively growing penis. I started to tongue his cock through the fabric of his briefs while I continued to massage his abs and chest. I tasted pre-cum through the fabric and knew that it was time I took it up a notch. I lowered his briefs and out popped his throbbing piece of manhood. I was amazed at the sheer size and girth of it, and wondered if a man had ever sucked it before. I relished the thought of possibly being the first, and gobbled his cock with flawless acumen. I began a piston action on his cock with my mouth, being quite experienced at giving head. Shaun let out a soft moan and I wondered for a second if I should cease, worried about what would happen once Shaun found me sucking his dick. But my own libido won out and I continued licking and sucking his beautiful cock. It took him longer to ejaculate, since he was, after all, unconscious, but I certainly didn’t mind. I loved the taste and feel of it. I licked every drop of semen that shot out of his penis, even licking off some that landed on his briefs and pants. Satisfied, I carefully positioned his penis back in his briefs, zipped up his pants, buttoned it, and buckled his belt. I then proceeded to button his shirt back up, stopping midpoint to take one last look at his muscular hairy chest, before getting up. Shaun was silently breathing giving no indication of having been stirred awake during the fellatio. I walked around the couch toward the far wall, turned off the lights in the living room, and walked to my bedroom in the dark. Later that morning in bed, I heard Shaun awaken in the living room. He cursed and verbalized his confusion about his whereabouts before finally realizing, perhaps from several photographs of me (with family and friends, and such) positioned all over the living room. I was still groggy and didn’t get up out of bed. I heard him use the bathroom and walk up to my door, which was ajar. I shut my eyes pretending to still be asleep, and I heard my door crack open. Shaun lightly knocked and softly said my name, asking if I was awake. I kept my eyes shut and feigned a snore. The door slowly shut and I heard Shaun rustle around the living room for a couple more minutes before finally leaving my apartment. I lay in bed, smiling, wondering if I had really gotten away with what I did. My answer came on Monday when I saw Shaun again. We went about our business like nothing ever happened. Of course, in his mind, nothing did: he simply found himself fully clothed in my apartment the morning after. I relished a silent victory in my head for knowing the truth of it.