Gay Erotic Stories

Brad and I stood facing one another, scowling at one another for the third time today. We had been working out a curriculum for a class we were co-teaching (or trying to work one out) and had hit numerous roadblocks. Our teaching styles were different and neither of us had any trouble voicing our opinions to the other. “Look Bradley, we’re both tired,” I said, the frustration showing in my voice. “Let’s just give it a break and we can pick up with the demos tomorrow.” “Don’t patronize me, Richard,” Brad growled his response. “And don’t call me Bradley.” God how this sexy, intelligent, stubborn man infuriated me! I couldn’t help but allow a slow, subtle grin cross my face. “And what’s so amusing?” he asked, beginning to soften. “I just don’t want to waste anymore energy arguing about this stupid class,” I answered seriously. “I think,” Brad said slyly, “there are better ways to spend a little energy.” My mouth went dry at the insinuation. I stared back at him with a dumbfounded look on my face; for once, I was rendered speechless. “Did I just go too far?” he asked. “Hell no!” I responded, smiling. Brad reached up and touched the collar of my shirt lightly and said, “I have been wondering if you’d be interested…” he said, letting the spoken thought hang. “I’m interested,” I answered, my words barely a whisper. Brad knew me well enough to know I don’t just jump the bones of the first hot man I see. He could sense my reluctance. “You wanna put this paperwork away and go get something to eat?” Brad asked. “Let’s,” I replied, smiling. So, we packed up the papers, the laptops, and the pencils, and shoved everything into our briefcases and headed out of the empty classroom. We got into my car, leaving his there and headed to Denny’s for dinner. All through dinner, we chitchatted and laughed. Above the table, we looked like a couple of old friends catching up. Under the table, however, was a different story. Under the table, I was rock-hard because Brad was running a toe up and down my ankle very slowly. I wondered if he noticed I was blushing; actually, I wondered if the waitress noticed. Without even asking, I headed us back to my place after dinner, with Brad sitting beside me in my car, still comfortably chatting away. He had to be the easiest person to talk to I had ever met. It was when I unlocked the door and let us in that the talking stopped. I turned to welcome him into my home. I had no sooner faced him than he had his hands on my chest, pressing me there, and looking intently into my eyes. I didn’t even know what to say; I just stared back at his handsome face. Brad is in his early forties. His tanned, rugged face with five o’clock shadow, subtle laugh lines and crinkles around his eyes were such a turn-on. I leaned forward and kissed him softly. “Welcome,” I whispered. “Mmmmm,” was his reply. He moved his palms over my chest, brushing my nipples, which were already hard. I shivered. Slowly he began to unbutton my shirt, not breaking eye contact. I was barely breathing. He pulled my shirt off, leaving me standing there before him in a tank top, breathing heavily. Smiling, he untucked it from my pants and pulled it over my head. Once I was shirtless, he tilted his head down and gently licked my left nipple, and then my right. I gasped as he returned to my left nipple, only to suck on it, and delicately tongued it. I reached up and with my right hand, ran my fingers through his short, wavy dark hair. “Good?” he whispered, before beginning to suck on the right nipple. “Don’t stop,” I gasped. I could feel him smile, as he kissed and licked a trail down my abdomen, following the thin line of hair that led to the very spot I hoped he was heading. He placed the palm of his hand on the bulge in my pants and said, “How long have you been there?” Laughing, I answered, “Since our waitress brought our first cup of coffee.” “Oh my,” Brad said teasingly, “I bet you want out…” I bit my lower lip as he deftly unbuckled my belt and unfastened my trousers. He had me unzipped and in his mouth so quickly I didn’t know what hit me. “Shit!” I hissed as his warm mouth nearly swallowed me whole. I felt my knees begin to buckle. Never has anyone been able to make me feel like this so effortlessly. I stopped Brad so I could step out of my pants and then, before he had a chance to continue, I brought him up to his feet so I could undress him as well. Undressing this man was a total delight. He was very toned and his chest had the perfect amount of fur on it. As I unbuttoned his shirt (no t-shirt for Brad) I ran my fingers through the hair that lightly covered his chest, and I swear, the man purred. I tossed the shirt aside and unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. I could feel his heat from where I stood, it seemed. I slipped my hand down the front of his briefs and discovered he was hot and hard and absolutely perfect. As I slowly stroked him, I knew he was fighting to maintain his composure; but the ragged breathing coming from him gave him away. I was delighted I could do this to him, because he certainly did the same for me. Once we were both completely naked I asked Brad to stand and face away from me. Without question, he did so. Standing directly behind him, I kissed his shoulder and slowly trailed my fingers up and down his spine. I then kissed his shoulder blades, and ran my tongue slowly down his vertebrae. When I got to his perfect ass, I kissed each buttock and then began to slowly massage him. Instinctively, he leaned forward exposing his beautiful bud. I could see his balls hanging there looking so flawless. I put my face down there and licked the back of his sac. I heard him moan with contentment. He had a grip on the wall and his knuckles were white; I knew he was loving this. I slowly licked that little area right behind his balls and the man nearly wept. I then hugged his thighs while I slowly, methodically, began to rim him. Again and again, I heard him whisper my name while I touched him and tasted him in this intimate manner. Finally, he pulled away from me and said, “I want you to feel what this is like,” in a horse whisper. “What do you have in mind?” I asked. “69”. So, within seconds, we were down on my rug, entwined on our side, sucking and rimming one another. When I couldn’t effectively reach brad’s perfect hole with my tongue, I wetted my finger, and slipped it gently inside. “Richard…” he moaned, “you keep that up and I’m gonna cum right now.” Ignoring him, I continued to finger him, and suck on his perfect, hard dick. I was not in much better shape. Brad had no trouble accessing my body…he shoved his tongue deep into my hole with a gentle and pulsing motion while he softly pulled on my balls. Before long, he too, slipped a finger inside of me and slowly fucked me with it. I was doing the exact same thing to him and both of us were moaning in ecstasy. “Richard,” he asked, “you a top?” “Either, baby,” I replied, barely able to talk. “God, me too,” Brad said. I wasn’t sure who decided who would be on top, but before I knew it, I was on my back, with my legs on Brad’s shoulders begging him to plow me. Effortlessly, he slid his huge cock into me with little or no pain. I gasped with pleasure has he slowly and steadily sank into me. He paused only once, to ask, “You okay?” to which I raggedly responded, “Now…God…now!” He thrust into me as I gripped his arms, feeling my climax build at a dizzying rate. I raised my hips even more allowing deep, fulfilling penetration. “Richard, baby, Richard, I’m gonna cum…” he panted. “Do it!” I urged. I could feel him tighten up against me as he grunted and pulsed. This was more than enough to make me cum. I could feel my ass tighten around him as I spent warm, wet cum over both of us. He was still thrusting into me when I was at the peak of my orgasm and I nearly screamed at the sheer pleasure of it. I could feel his dick continue to throb inside of me as his orgasm lingered. I wrapped my legs tightly around him pulling him deeper yet. Shakily he bent down and kissed me and I kissed him back. I was grateful for his gentleness, and even more grateful for his furious passion. “Next time,” Brad whispered, “I wanna feel how it feels to have you deep inside me.” “You’ve got it,” I promised, with a satisfied smile. We moved to the bedroom, and after cleaning up, slipped between cool, clean sheets and slept, holding one another. I woke only once that night to hear Brad sigh with contentment as he slept. I knew this was going to be a semester to remember. Motn007 Motn007@msn.com