Gay Erotic Stories

Another Christmas dinner and Laura was not looking forward to it. She viewed herself critically in her bedroom mirror: 21 and still a virgin, she sighed. She didn't understand it. The guys at work all seemed to like her and the ones in her swimming club found her fun but no one fancied her enough to ask her out. Michael would be there tonight and the thought gave her butterflies. She found him attractive in a way she had never felt before. With him in mind she dressed: black lace body, black stockings, a sexy wrap over a dress that showed off her curves, just enough make up to accentuate her clear blue eyes and full lips and she was ready.

Arriving at the hotel as a single woman made her feel nervous and she bought a glass of wine to both boost her confidence and give her something to do with her hands. She knew that although she was shy inside she often gave the impression of being aloof and independent, a thoroughly modern woman. There was Michael, looking clean-shaven and handsome drinking orange juice. She drank her wine quickly and ordered another. What was it about him that made her so nervous?

There were no formal seating arrangements so she made sure she was sitting opposite him, although this meant that she was the only woman at a table full of men. What the hell she thought, we all know each other and they all treat me like their kid sister so I might as well relax and enjoy myself. The evening was going well and the wine was flowing but Michael did not seem to be enjoying himself. From the dance floor she could see him with his coat on saying goodnight to people. She knew she'd upset him by sitting by him; she'd have to go after him.

Rushing down the stairs she could see him vanishing through the doorway.

"Michael!” she called and he stopped and turned back inside.

"I've upset you, haven't I? I knew I should have sat somewhere else instead of pushing myself on you. I know you don't like me.”

The wine had relaxed her usual reserve and she suddenly felt shocked by her candid accusation.

"What? Look, just go back upstairs and carry on dancing with the others. You seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"At least let me wish you a merry Christmas,” said Laura, hurt now by his rough tone.

"Oh, merry Christmas," he said

Laura took a deep breath and her alcohol-fueled brain made its mind up. She took hold of his tie and pulled a shocked looking Michael towards her and she bent her head and placed her slightly parted lips against his, gently sucking his bottom lip.

"Merry Christmas,” she said as they drew apart.

He smiled in disbelief. "Maybe I'll come back upstairs after all,” he said.

"I've got a better idea,” replied Laura. "Why don't I get my coat and meet you in your car in 5 minutes?"

Back upstairs she quickly made her excuses to leave and rushed to the ladies’ room. She looked at her reflection and wondered what she was doing; the wine had made her flushed and her eyes shone.

Within minutes she was in the car with Michael.

In the darkness of the car, there was an unspoken sexual tension. They had known each other for about a year and she had wanted him since their first car journey together to a swimming competition in Manchester. She loved his company, the sound of his voice, and his sense of humor. Naturally she had been aroused by the sight of his fit, toned body gliding through the water. Unfortunately she didn't get any vibes in return to imply that the feeling was mutual. He teased her like she was his little sister and generally did not take any notice of her.

He parked in an empty dark car park about a mile from the hotel.

"I thought that with someone as attractive and popular as you I'd never stand a chance," he said

"And I thought you didn't like me at all,” replied Laura

"Well I can soon put that right,” he said and he leaned over and began to kiss her. Gently at first but then with more urgency, his lips pressing hard against hers, soon she felt his tongue filling her mouth. She felt overwhelmed by him and found her body responding automatically, opening her mouth and caressing his tongue with hers.

His hand reached inside her coat and she felt him cup her left breast in his hand and squeeze it. His mouth had now left hers and he was kissing and mumbling around her ear and neck, telling her how gorgeous she looked and how fantastic she felt.

Her arms were around his back resting on his strong shoulders and he took his arm from her breast and moved it down the length of her slender body and onto her knee. He felt the hem of her dress and slid his hand underneath, the soft silkiness of her driving him wild.

She pulled away from him and he knew that he had gone too fast.

"Touch me,” she whispered

Slowly he laid his head against her neck where he could breathe in her scent and his hand traced its way up her thigh. When it reached the top of her stocking and he felt the smooth firmness of her thigh he groaned. In his fantasies he had imagined her in stockings and suspenders, now here he was living out those dreams.

He ran his fingers across her leg until he felt the lace of her underwear. She gasped at his touch and opened her legs willingly. His hands quickly found the poppers on the bodysuit she was wearing and the snapping noise sent her mind racing. She had never had a man touching her this way before; now the initial nervousness gave way to a longing.

Michael slowly ran his fingers down her lips and he gently dipped his finger inside her. Oh God her cunt felt so hot and wet he just wanted to cum immediately. She moaned and moved slightly to accommodate his finger and he slid it easily inside her until his hand rested against her mound, the mound that all the guys in the pool had ogled. She probably had no idea that she was the talk of the men’s changing room, he thought. He had lost count of the times that he had had to drag his eyes from the sight of her cold, pert nipples showing through her bathing costume and there had been times when watching her sexy body move in the water had made him so hard he couldn't leave the pool for fear of embarrassing himself.

He was fingering her quickly now and she spread her legs wide open for him. His thumb found her clitoris and she jerked as if an electric current had surged through her. Her body was moving against his finger, forcing it deeper and she moaned at him to rub her harder. She had never felt like this before and her body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve in her body was alive and centered on her pussy. She arched her back and closed her eyes, allowing the feelings to flood through her.

Feeling totally mesmerized she was unaware of her dress and underwear being pulled to one side until she felt Michael's mouth clamping over her nipple. She cried out; it was all too much for her and as his tongue circled her nipple and he gently sucked on her breast her orgasm exploded inside her, the sexual excitement reaching heights she didn't know existed.

Laura slumped back in the seat and Michael whispered to her, "You look beautiful when you cum.”

With her eyes closed and a smile on her face, Laura was content to relish the moment, but Michael had waited too long for this moment to let any chance pass. For months this beautiful aloof woman had been the object of his fantasies and for so long it had been her image that had filled his mind as night after night he had rubbed his frustrated cock, which was so hard for her. He would imagine that it was her hand, her mouth or her tight wet cunt that surrounded his cock and he would cum and wish that he was cumming over her. Covering her beautiful body and face with his juice would mark her as his woman and she would be his. Now she was here with him, giving herself to him, he wanted to experience every sense of her. He had seen how beautiful she had looked when she had reached orgasm and heard her cry out to him. He had felt her breasts and her cunt; now he wanted to smell the scent of her sex and taste her.

He crossed over her slumped body and squeezed himself into the foot well. He parted her legs and wished he could see how swollen and wet her pussy looked.

Laura lifted her head slightly, "What...” she began but laid her head back down, completely giving in to him.

Michael put his face between her legs and began to kiss her cunt, short, teasing kisses at first, all along her lips and the fleshy folds of her skin. Then he buried his face deeply in her and began to French kiss her using his tongue to glide along her lips and up to her clitoris. The smell of her moist cunt made him so hard his cock was straining in his trousers, but he wanted to make her cum again before he satisfied himself. He moved his head down and suddenly plunged his tongue inside her. She screamed out his name as she held his head, not wanting the feeling to end but feeling like she was going to explode. As he continued to fuck her with his tongue he rolled her clitoris around under his fingertip and Laura writhed as she was overcome by her second orgasm.

As her awareness returned she looked at him and knew that she wanted him totally.

"Michael, I want you inside me, not your finger. I've never...” her voice trailed off.

He looked at her tenderly and hushed her, placing his finger over her lips.

He lifted himself up and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his cock which was so hard by now that when Laura reached down to hold it he nearly came in her hand.

She looked at him in the darkness and could see in the dim light that he had a beautiful cock: it was long, straight and thick and when she squeezed it slightly she could see the head gleaming. She was overcome with desire and she wanted to feel that hard length inside her. She moved to the edge of the seat and guided his big throbbing cock inside her. It felt so huge she couldn't imagine it fitting, but she was so wet for him that a gentle thrust from him pushed it all the way in. She could feel his pubes against her wet pussy and her excitement grew. Michael was so close to exploding that he was afraid to move, so he slowly drew his cock out and thrust it back in, feeling it coated in her juices. The car smelled musky with sex and the feeling of his cock being buried in her warm wet cunt was too much for him and with a few more thrusts Michael sprayed his cum inside her, pumping and emptying himself until he was spent.

Lying in his arms later Laura murmured, "I'm so glad you were my first."

To which Michael replied, "I'm glad you were mine, too.”