Gay Erotic Stories

David and I had worked together for about two years. He was gay and single, and I was straight and married, but we got along great. We were always kidding each other about "playing for the other team"; David would often tell me that I was his "number one draft pick", though I knew he had a dozen different guys that he dated, or just got it on with. My wife Julie wasn't real comfortable around David. She called him "the other woman", even though I never entertained a single thought about cheating on her. She said he was predatory and conniving, and I usually just laughed and called her a jealous housewife. Well, one day at work David announced that he was "getting married" -- that he'd finally met a nice enough guy to settle down with. "This calls for a celebration," I said. I invited him and Chuck (the "fiancé") over to our house for dinner the following Saturday night. Julie was a little apprehensive; she realized to some extent that her discomfort wasn't altogether rational, and she was afraid she'd hurt David's feelings if he saw how uncomfortable he made her. So she worked extra hard to prepare a nice meal. The night of the dinner, David showed up with Chuck, who turned out to be the most offensively handsome man I had ever seen. Julie needn't have worried about offending David; the way she ogled Chuck all through the meal kept anybody from even noticing how she felt about David, including her. Chuck, for his part, flirted shamelessly. Even though she knew he was gay, Julie couldn't help but be flattered. After dinner, while Chuck helped Julie clear away the table, David and I retired to the living room with our glasses of wine. "So what do you think?" David asked me. "About what?" "Chuck. What do you think?" "He's a really nice guy." "He said to me, 'You must have the hots for Andy!" I laughed. "Tell him thanks for the compliment. And tell him you've got good taste." He grinned. "What do you mean? I didn't say I had the hots for you." Just then, Chuck and Julie came in. "Why not?" Julie asked. "I think anybody would think Andy was a catch." "Yeah," I said, pretending to be indignant, "why not?" David, to my surprise, blushed. It wasn't easy to make David blush. Chuck laughed and said, "Don't let him fool you, Andy. He told me that he'd have your pants down in a minute if Julie'd let him." David blushed even deeper. He was the only one of us who wasn't laughing. It was then that I noticed that I could see the outline of David's cock through his linen slacks. It was half hard. Don't ask me why, but this disconcerted me no end. Fortunately, Julie didn't seem to notice. Thank God for dumb blondes. "That's ridiculous," she said. "If my wrath was the only thing keeping Andy faithful, he'd have cheated on me long ago. David, if you think you can win Andy away from me, you're welcome to try." Chuck said, "Atta girl, Jules. See, fellas, I've been coaching our lovely lady here in the art of marital fidelity. See how much she picked up in just one quick lesson in the kitchen just now?" He blew her a kiss. "Brilliant as well as beautiful, my dear." Now it was Julie's turn to blush, but I hardly noticed. David's eyes had locked on mine, and I couldn't seem to turn away for love or money. My throat had gone suddenly dry. "In fact," Chuck continued, "why don't we have a little challenge, right here and now? Whoever can get Andy hard the fastest, wins." An image flashed through my head of David and Chuck gripping my erect cock in front of my wife, and I felt that twitch in the groin that signals the beginning of an erection. Julie burst out laughing at Chuck's suggestion. "You're shameless, Chuck, really you are! Andy's not like you two, he doesn't go for men. You'd lose! Wouldn't they, dear?" I tried to smile at her, and nodded. But my eyes went back to David's crotch, which was more than half hard now. I prayed that Julie wouldn't look in that direction. Or in the direction of my own crotch, if this went on much longer. Chuck, still laughing, said, "Then you have nothing to fear, eh, Jules? Let's prove it." For the first time Julie seemed a little uncertain, as though realizing that things were going a little further than she might want them to. "Well..." she said. "If it's all right with Andy, of course," interjected Chuck smoothly. "You aren't afraid of a little horseplay, are you, Andy?" I looked at him then. If he hadn't been so offensively handsome, I might have trusted him a little more. But the whole thing smelled like a setup to me. "I'm not gay," I insisted. "Then you don't have anything to worry about," Chuck offered. "Look, if you're all uptight about people touching you or something, then that's just fine. But you seem real easygoing. Come on, it's been so much fun so far." He turned to my wife. "Julie, go ahead, take off his clothes. I'm sure he'll feel more comfortable if you start it rather than us." She hesitated, but Chuck went on: "Come on, Jules, don't back out on us now. Not when you started the whole thing." "Yeah, Julie," David put in, never taking his eyes off mine. "Be fair, now." Things were going way too fast. Poor Julie couldn't think fast enough to keep up with this slickster. Swallowing hard, she nodded, then stepped up in front of me. She started unbuttoning my shirt. --- To Be Continued --