Gay Erotic Stories

[Based on a British soap opera aired on BBC2] THIS LIFE . This implies nothing about the characters of the soap, or the actors who play them. If you like this story, let me know: damienkeogh@hotmail.com Cheers. Egg was on a fitness drive that week. He had these urges from time to time; to sort himself out, to shape himself up. Not that he was in bad shape - a bit of soccer with the lads down the park, a bit of swimming, and a bit of the old one-two with the birds kept his young body in pretty good nick. At 23, Egg was a fit, good-looking boy-next-door that all the girls had a sweet spot for. Doe grey eyes, ruffled unruly schoolboy hair, and the temperament of a lapdog were what gave him irresistible appeal. But Egg was on a fitness drive this week. A keen Glasgow Celtic fan, he owned all the strip, and his work-out kit consisted in the green and white striped jersey, white silk soccer shorts and long green socks. Egg's socks were now down about his ankles as he'd been doing on-the-spot for about ten minutes, after sorting out his abs with twenty of thirty situps. His fine muscular footballer legs , with a fine covering of hair, that showed off his muscle tone, looked strong and tanned in his silky white shorts. Phew, it'd been a long workout. Just when he was about finished, the front door of the flat clicked open, and slammed shut, and Egg's flatmate Miles came into the room, where Egg stopped his jogging and said to is housemate "Hey, mate, what's wrong?" "Bad day at the office, Egg" was the reply, as Miles threw off his jacket and slouched unto the sofa. Miles was a lawyer, just starting his career in London, and was having a hard time of it. He often came home wrecked with exhaustion. "That bastard is just using me" he said of his boss in chambers. "Can I get you a drink, mate" smiled Egg. "Cheers, mate" came the thankful reply. As Egg padded to the kitten in his socked feet, Miles loosened his tie, and leant his head back against the sofa. What a day! Miles was a year older that Egg, but had known him a long time and the two mates shared with two girls - one of them Egg's girlfriend. They were all lawyers except for Egg, who was the unruly one of the bunch - never fitting into any career. Miles was rich too. He was wearing a black Armani suit he'd spent $3000 on lest week, a shirt from Jermyn St that looked a hundred quid, and a hand made silk tie that an ex-girlfriend had given him last Christmas. Black cotton socks, and black patent leather shoes ($250 from Churchills) finished off his suave attire. He looked like money even lying back on the sofa with his tie loosened and his top button undone. And Miles was a looker too. He could easily have been a model had he not been a lawyer. Dark features, classic good looks, deep eyes and pubic-school attitude made him God's gift o women. He had to fight them off him; though sometimes he did not try very hard - Miles had a sex drive to match his wallet and would get through girlfriends as he did through shirts. But the girlfriend were cheaper. Egg appeared with two beers, in the cans; Egg was a New Lad they all joked and knew Miles wouldn't' mind since it was just the two of them. He sat down on the sofa right next to Miles, handed him his can, clinked beers, and the two lads said "Cheers" "I really wanna get my own back! I really wanna go out and beat someone up or be really cruel tonight" Miles sighed as he let the cold beer slide down his throat and relax his fit strong tense body. "You been working out, mate?" he asked Egg unnecessarily. "No, Miles, I been trialling fro Man United!" his mat answered sarcastically, with a big boy grin across his cute face. "I can just se you up there with Beckham and Giggsie, giving it your all! Man United! Man United! Man United!" Miles began chanting like a football supporter. "Shut up, you bastard" came back Egg "I was just trying t keep in shape a bit. Maybe look a bit better for the birds, ya know" "But you look great, Egg!" Miles said ruffling his best friend's hair . "Your far sexier than David Beckham" he joked. To Miles' surprise, Egg didn't see this was a joke, and said shyly "You think so, Miles, you think I look alright?" Miles was in the mood for practical jokes. He thought of something really wicked for a moment, stopped himself, and then thought - yeah, I just go ahead with it for a laugh. "Egg, mate, if you weren't my best mate, and I wasn't straight as a whistle, I'd be in your shorts in no time" Miles said as he gave Egg a mock smile and placed his hand on his mate's thigh. "You got a great fit body, too" Egg caught his breath, but quickly responded moving Miles' hand away and laughing "Fuck off mate! Keep your hands to yourself!" Miles' thought he'd try the joke just one more. He put on his most serious lawyer's tone, looked Egg right in the eyes, leant up against his shoulder and poured out his mock confession: "Egg, mate, I - er - don't know how to tell you this. Look. You know we've been friends for years and we've done everything together and I've even given you my cast-off girlfriends. Well, mate, that's 'cos - I - I like you. I mean I really LIKE you, er - mnm - I fancy you, Egg - always have done, right from college" And with that he put his hand back on the young footballer's thigh and gently massaged the muscle. Miles thought this was hilarious, but kept a straight face, and looked into Egg's eyes with his deep brown beautiful eyes, and with utmost sincerity on is handsome face. He wasn't prepared for Egg's reaction. He caught his breath, he went quiet, and Miles could feel him trembling slightly. In for the kill. "Yeah , Egg" Miles coaxed, putting his beer aside and his arm round his mate's shoulders, his hands still on Egg's hairy thigh, "I really mean that" And with that he leant over and kissed Egg very gently on the ear, pausing long enough for gentle lick that he thought would let Egg know it was all a joke. "Miles, mate. I always felt the same about you. You know that?" That was it! Miles almost burst out laughing! But he held it in, because he wanted to milk this scenario for all it was worth. He had been humiliated at work today, and he was going to get his own back by humiliating his best mate. "Oh Egg" Miles sighed, and massaged the nape of the lad's neck with one hand, and his naked thigh with another, turning his head round and kissing the footballer full on the lips. Egg gasped, and as he opened his mouth, the handsome lawyer felt his opportunity and put in his tongue into the warmth of Egg's mouth. Egg tried to pull away, but Miles held him with his strong hand and kept them French kissing. "Mmm" Miles moaned as he pretended to enjoy kissing Egg. Just to be sure, Miles let his hand no Egg's thigh ride up t o his silk Umros. He felt them tenting with a pole harder than he had imagined Egg was capable of. The lad was rock-hard with excitement. "Stand up, Egg, and let me look at you, mate!" commanded Miles when he pulled his friend off his face. Egg looked shy and quizzical, but obeyed the sexy lawyer he'd lusted after all these years. He'd do anything for Miles! Eggs stood up, looking like a fresh fit young soccer-player ready for the game - except for the pole in his shorts - and the game was not going to be soccer! Miles stood up beside him. He embraced him and let his strong hand wander down to the waistband f the lad's shorts, untugging his Celtic shirt, and letting his hand in to feel Egg's back and torso Miles ran his hands over Egg's belly, feeling his tight six-pack and then, licking his mate's ear, whispered to him "Will you take of your shirt for your best friend, then?", and pulled away. Miles stared at Egg his skeptical lawyer's stare as the lad trembled, said "I'd do anything for you, mate!" and with one movement peeled the football jersey off his fit young torso. Miles gave Egg one of his sexist smiles - the one that pulls the birds in the bars. He paced his hands on Egg's naked shoulders and said "You are one fucking sexy lad, Egg!" And with that he ran his hands over the boy's chest, playing with the soft hair, and teasing his nipples. Down, down - over his flat belly and down to his shorts. Miles was on his knees by now. He ran his hands over Egg's shorts feeling the lad buck as he touched his stiff meat. But then down, down, to his firm, hairy, footballer's legs. Yes! Miles let his hands run p and down the backs of Egg's legs, from his shorts to his socks, feeling the fine hairs run thorough his hands and massaging th young toned muscles of the boy's legs. Egg was groaning now "Ugghg! Ugh! Miles! Yeah! Miles!" and throwing his head back as he stood there shirtless in soccer shorts, his best mate kneeling on the floor in front of him, feeling his fit young legs. Just to tease the boy all the more, Mile gently kissed Egg's knees, then his calves, then his thighs, gradually getting wilder until he was licking and biting the lad's legs, wetting the hair with his saliva and making Egg buck like a chained animal. "Miles! Yeaaaaaaa! Ugh!" moaned the 23 y/o in his ecstasy! Miles left off just a Egg was enjoying it most. He stood up beside him and saw the dampness of pre-cum on the lads' Umros. "You wanna watch Miles strip, soccer-boy?" he teased his friend. "Yeah, yeah, mate" panted Egg, his breath coming short, his hands on the crotch of his football shorts. Miles winked at him and turned his back on him, wiggling his firm as beautifully cradled in his Armani trousers. He ran his fingers up the back of his head, ruffling his dark locks. And then slowly he took off his tie, pulling it out of the tunnel of his shirt collar. Turning round, Miles saw Egg playing with himself through his Umbros as he watched his mate tease him. "You gotta behave, boy!" said Miles, coming over to the lad, taking his hands behind d his back, and tying his wrists firmly together with the silk tie. "No wanking when Miles is stripping, mate!" Slowly and with the skill of a striptease artist, Miles unbuttoned hi expensive white shirt, revealing to Egg the body he'd always dreamed of seeing. Miles was chiseled like model! Perfect pecks, washboard abs, smooth taught skin, pale but toned - and the shirt was on the floor. Egg couldn't take it any more. "Miles! I love you! I want to fuck you, mate!" But Miles ignored the frustrated lad, standing to attention like a footballer at the anthem after the game. He gyrated his slim hips, and slowly unbuckled his leather belt. His Armani trousers slipped just an inch, s Egg could see the waistband of his friend's black Calvin Klein boxers. "I love you , Miles!" Egg was almost crying now. "You want me to take these off, EGG? " sneered the lawyer, hi hands on is zipper, his crotch thrust forward. "Yeah, mate, pleaaaaaase!" Begged Egg. "On your knees then, footballer!" Egg dropped immediately for his friend, and Miles began to unzip, moving right up to Egg so that his crotch was right in the boy's handsome face. He eased down the zipper and with one motion let the black trousers fall round his ankles. Egg gagged at the beauty of Miles' legs and hips. Miles could have been a model or a soccer star or an athlete! is leg were toned and muscled, with a fine dusting of dark hair that showed off the tone. His black Calvin's hugged his slim hips and cradled the bulge of his cock and balls. Miles slipped out of his shoes with a motion like a boxer, and then kicked of his trousers, standing naked but for his black sock and Calvin's. Fuck, he was sexy! Egg was delirious with lust, kneeling in front of this pure hunk of fine man flesh smiling down at him. "Fuck me Miles! Fuck me! Fuck my f ace!" he begged. But Egg was so carried away with his own lust that he did not see that Miles cock had not one hint of a hard on. His huge packet hung soft in his Calvin's. "Tell me you love me, and I'll fuck your face, mate!" was Miles' reply. "I LOVE YOU MILES! I LOVE YOU" Egg screamed, almost crying now in his unbridled lust. With that Miles stepped back and began to laugh. He laugh and laughed at Egg until he was almost bent double with laughter. He'd got him, good and proper! "Fuck you, mate? I'd rather kiss a dustbin lid! You must be fucking JOKING if you think I'd touch any part of your body!" he laugher at his mate! Egg was stunned. His face turned sad as a puppy and he looked as if he were about to cry with the frustration of it all. He kept kneeling, his hands tied behind his bare back, his cock bounding in his shorts. Miles walked t the table and picked up his beer, laughing to himself all the while. He sat u up the table, lags wide apart, drinking his beer and looking at his friend kneeling on the floor. Egg looked up at Miles, the beauty of his hard body, sitting on the table nothing but his boxers and socks, his bulge gently resting in the black cotton of his Calvin's. And he began to cry. He was so pent up with lust, and humiliation, and defeat that the tears came to his eyes, like a footballer's when the match is lost. Miles looked down at Egg, shirtless, hard in his Umbros, trembling as he wept, and the hard, sexy lawyer realise he'd done the wrong thing. Fuck! He and Egg had been friends for years, and now he'd humiliated him! Miles slipped off the table, and came over to his friend. "Hey, mate! Don't take it so seriously! I was just messing about! Didn't mean to get you upset, boy!" He knelt down beside his friend, put his arms round him, and held him close to his bare chest, hugging him gently. "It's OK, mate; it's OK" "Hey, Egg" he lifted the boy's chin to look into his eyes, "How can I make it up to you? Eh?" Egg looked at his sexy housemate and told him the truth. "Miles, you got me fucking hard, now you gotta sort me out. Since you're not gay, how about you just wank me off?" Miles was appalled at the idea of touching another guy's cock, and Egg could see it I his beautiful brown eyes. "Okay, then, Miles, just until me and I'll go jerk off alone", he said real sadly. With a lump in his throat and a pounding in his heart, Miles almost whispered "OK, mate, I'll,....eh.....jerk you off. OK?" Egg's face lit up with joy, and he hugged Miles sexy body close to him. "Eh, how do we......eh do this, mate?" "Untie me, Miles"Miles reached round Egg's naked back, his lips pursed and just touching Egg's shoulder as he undid the knot. he lads both stood up, and without a word, Egg led Miles by the hand to the wardrobe, opened it, and swung the door back to reveal the full-length mirror. "Ah! Man!" sighed Miles a his heart began racing with fear. "It's OK, mate" Egg assured Miles, resting his hand on the hunk's shoulder, then letting it slide down over his hard pecs. "Take off my shorts, Miles" Egg gently ordered the older guy. Miles was flabbergasted; he jut did not know what to do. But Egg places his hands on Miles' hands and led them to the waistband of his white Umbros. "Down, Miles!" Miles was shaking as he tugged at Egg's shorts, brought them past his slim hips, and let the lad' s tool bound out, slapping against his firm six-pack. The shorts were round his ankles, and Egg kicked them aside. He was buck naked except for his green soccer socks about his ankles and calves, and the simple leather thong he wore about his neck. "Your turn, Miles" "No way, mate, no way" Mile whimpered as he let Egg slid his Calvin's over his hips and on to the floor. Miles was humiliated now, standing naked but for hi socks In front of this rock-hard footballer, his own cock limp by his balls. "Good boy, Miles" Egg patted hi on the shoulder and tousled his pubic-schoolboy hair. Miles was scared and almost crying. Egg turned to face the mirror, his 9 inches of manhood in his right hand. With his left he reached behind Miles "Come up behind me , mate". Miles obeyed, his eyes dismayed, his heart thumping, wondering what would be required of him. Egg 's hands felt the soft hair on Mile's forearms as he brought the hunk up behind him and made Miles put his arms round his waist. "OH that feels goooood, Miles!" sighed Egg, and Miles unwillingly embraced his friend from behind, his cock and balls touching the lad's ass, his arms around his midriff. Egg gently took Mile's right hand, and placed I round his stiff cock. Miles whimpered; and Egg grinned. They looked at each other in the mirror, Miles face over Egg's naked shoulder. Fuck, this turned Egg on! "Now wank me, Miles" "Mmnmn, mnmnm" Miles murmured as his hand jerked his friend stiff cock. "That's a goo boy, Miles!" groaned Egg as he directed Miles hand to pleasure him in exactly the way he wanted, sometimes fast, sometimes, slow, sometimes slipping right over the head oozing the precum into his hand to lubricate the motion of the solid shaft. "Mmnmm, Miles! Yeah!" he sighed at he felt the hunk's hard pecs against his naked back ,and looked in the mirror o see Mile's handsome face, and to see their bodies together, legs intertwined as Miles made love to him from behind. ""Yeah" sighed Egg as he began to feel something at his ass. Miles' cock was stiffening. It had been such a long day. He was tired, he was horny, and his cock was being rubbed against soft flesh. He could not help himself, his erection just came, and he leaned into Egg's shoulder and wanked his mate as he was told. "Mile, boy, you're hard, aren't you, mate?" Egg breathed out, feeling the hair on Miles' forearms. Miles could only murmur and mumble, hid head buried in egg's shoulder, but Egg new it was true. He took Miles' left hand, held it to his lips, and spat in it. "What the fuck!" mumbled the stud t his back. "That's for you, mate" Miles as on almost automatic now. H e did not know what he was doing. His stiff cock had been nestling in the crack of Egg's ass, thrilling each time the lad back into him with his jerking. He took the spit and rubbed it up his rock-solid tool - 10 inches of stuff yearning flesh. "Miles" "Yeah, mate," he panted "Fuck me" "Oh Egg! Ugh! aggh!" panted Miles as he worked his rod up his friend yielding ass. "Yeaaaaaaaah!" sighed Egg as he accepted the tool right up to the hilt. "ugh!Ugghg! Egg! Egg!" moaned Miles, his eyes closed, tears in his eyes, as his shafted his mate, kissing his shoulder and licking his neck breathing in the sex scent of Egg's footballer body as he humped and thrust. "Miles! Yeaaaaah Miles! Fuck me, mate! Fuck me straight boy!" yelled Egg out loud as he accepted his friend's love making, feeling Miles' tears on his naked shoulders, running down n unto his hairy chest. He kept Mile's hand on his aching cock, jerking a and jerking, until he could feel his balls rise up and his knees begin to weaken. "Egg! Agh! Agggh! I think, I'm gonna cum , mate! Yeah!" moaned the last crazed Miles as he ploughed Egg's ass, drawing the boys hips into hi with one arm as he jerked him with the other hand. "Tell me you love me, Miles" groaned Egg, knowing that his load was about to set itself free. "Agggh! Egg! I love you! Yeaaaaaaaaaah! Ugh!" groaned Miles, lost in his lust, bucking like a wild animal, jerking Egg like he was milking a cow. With that, Miles felt the force of all his pent-up lust racing through his stud body. He knees went weak, his ball sac tightened, and with one almighty groan he felt his cum flooding up out of him, into Egg's yielding ass. Thrust after thrust, emptying all his lust and frustration into his best mate's ass. He bit into Egg's shoulder as he shot his wad, and Egg erupted too. His body went limp in Miles' arms, and his jizz sprayed high into the air as he Miles pumped out his white boy-juice. Egg's cum splattered over hi face and shoulders as he let himself empty jet after jet at Miles wanking hand. They bucked and groaned until both lads were spent. Mile's withdrew, licking Egg's spunk from his shoulders, and Egg in turn lifted Miles' hand to his mouth and slurped up his own lad's love-juice. Exhausted, they turned to face each other. Egg smiled at Miles, held his handsome face I his hands, and kissed him on the lips. Miles could taste Egg's salty cum, and moaned as he let himself be Frenched. "I love you, Egg", he moaned. I've had many requests to write other celebrity fantasies. I have in mind to do a series of celebrity solo stories - showing stars wanking and cumming all alone. Just Leo: Wet Boy (Leo di Caprio in the Bath) Just Tim: Blue Peter Special (Tim Vincent with a private camcorder) Just Tim: Anyone for Tennis (Tim Henman using his equipment for fun) Just David: Football Crazy (David Beckham in his kit, with the hots for a soccer ball) If you fancy any of these, encourage me to write them! Give me ideas for more in the series if I turn you on! The television programme This Life and all characters are trademarks of and copyright the production company for the British Broadcasting Corp.