Gay Erotic Stories

“Non, laissez-moi,” Philipe demanded.

I moved my hand and let him lick the sweet nectar away. My mouth opened impulsively to accept his tongue when it brushed across my sticky lips. The little French chef kissed me in the way that only French men can. He was supposed to be preparing a special dessert for me but, somewhere along the way, his plans went awry.

His lips withdrew from mine. He tossed the strawberry cap over his shoulder, grabbed another one and dipped it into the chocolate. I bit into the second one with much the same results as before, getting a generous coating of bittersweet chocolate on my lips. Philipe dove in for another kiss under the pretense of cleaning my mouth. He didn’t have to pretend with me. He was a great kisser and a sexy man – he could do whatever he wanted.

I remembered thinking how kissable his lips were when I first met him, when he came to my table and introduced himself. He told me he was a fan of my work. I was surprised he’d seen any of my photographs but I was even more surprised at how young he looked. Standing about 5’5” with a compact figure and boyish features, Philipe hardly looked old enough to be out of high school. I had no idea at the time that he’d be proving his manhood in other ways.

Philipe dipped his finger into the warm chocolate. I took it into my mouth and sucked it clean. I continued to suck on it like it was a little dick, hoping he’d want me to try my technique on the real thing. He flashed me his boyishly wicked grin and pulled his finger out of my mouth. He scooted forward on the counter and wrapped his legs around my body. I felt his hard-on pressing into my stomach.

He grabbed the rubber spatula that he used to stir up the chocolate and held it in above my head. I looked up just in time to see a thin stream of the dark brown confection falling towards me. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch it. Getting a little careless with his aim, Philipe let the chocolate drip over my chin and down my neck.

“Oops,” he said in exaggerated concern. “How clumsy of me.”

He lunged for my throat and caught the wayward trickle with his tongue then attacked my neck with his insatiable lips. I leaned into him, letting him raven on my neck and chin until they were clean. He leaned back and licked his lips.

He slid his free hand under my sweater and felt up my stomach and chest. I yanked off the top and tossed it across the kitchen into a container of flour. I’d been working out more lately and was proud to show off the result. Philippe pawed at my chest, seemingly pleased with the results as well. He leaned forward and kissed my nipples – they were quick to spring to attention.

“Mm, yes, zey are eager aren’t zey?”

“They’ve been neglected lately.”

“Aw, c’est dommage. Let me make it up to zem.”

I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I was ready to find out. Philipe had been full of surprises from the moment I met him; from his impromptu introduction, to his spur-of-the-moment invitation to a private tour of his kitchen, and finally to his surprising offer to fix a custom dessert just for me.

I felt the warm chocolate dribbling down my chest and onto my nipple. Philippe circled my nipple with his nimble tongue, swirling the dark brown sauce over the goose pimple surrounding my hypersensitive nubs. It had been so long since they’d felt the wet touch of another man’s mouth and each stroke of his tongue sent shivers of passion through my body.

He started licking his way back up my chest, tracing the trail of chocolate with his lips. As the sauce cooled, it got harder to lick up, but Philipe was relentless in his efforts. I, of course, didn’t mind the furious tongue bath he was giving my tits. He repeated the process on the other side and, by the time he was done, I was already in sexual overload. It was like there was a direct connection between my tits and my cock. Every lick brought me that much closer to cumming in my shorts. I tried to escape, to cool off, but Philipe had his legs locked firmly around my waist.

“Uh uh, you are not going anywhere,” he said, his lips detaching from my body for the first time in ten minutes.

I pressed my fingers to his lips before he could swoop in for another attack. “You were supposed to be making me dessert, but you’re the one doing all the eating.” I grabbed the spatula from him and pushed him back so that he was reclining on his elbows. “Now it’s my turn.”

Philipe didn’t put up much of a fuss over the change of control. The grin on his face grew even larger as I started unbuttoning his chef’s coat. I parted the jacket to expose his and was surprised to find a lush layer of curly, brown hair all over his chest and stomach. If there had been any doubts in my mind before, it was now perfectly clear that I was dealing with a man, not a boy.

I ran my fingers through his soft fur. “This is going to get messy,” I teased.

“I certainly hope so,” he quipped and waited for the fun to begin.

I spotted a jar of honey on the counter. As much fun as the chocolate had been, it was time to move on to something new. Philipe’s eyes lit up when he saw me raise the jar above his torso, and he watched in delight as the viscous substance oozed out of the container and onto his nipple. The honey thinned out on contact with his hot skin and trickled down the sides of his heaving chest. I chased after it with my tongue and licked his ribs clean of the sticky, golden fluid. Philipe shivered uncontrollably in response.

I lapped up the honey from the forest of hair surrounding his nipple then, parting the hair with my lips, swabbed his pert little nub until it was red and swollen. I drizzled some honey on his other nipple then pursued that golden stream down the right side of his body. Philipe was moaning softly to himself while I sucked the sugary fluid from his chest. I slurped up the last remaining traces of honey from his tits. By now, Philipe’s chest hairs were shiny and slick with my spit and his nipples were quite happy with the attention I’d given them. It was time to move on and I had my eyes set on a spot further down Philipe’s body.

I poured some honey into his navel, filling the tiny pool full of the golden goo. Philipe’s tight stomach trembled and I heard him stifling a laugh.

“Zat tickles,” he said, giggling and looking down at me with those sexy caramel-colored eyes. “And it’s cold.”

“I’m about to heat it up real soon,” I promised.

And to make good on that promise, I dipped my tongue into the gooey puddle and eagerly lapped up the honey. My overzealous tonguing caused a small amount to escape and creep further down his body into the waistband of his pants. Ever the meticulous cleaner, I was left with no choice but to mop up the mess. My hungry mouth followed the sticky trail until it disappeared into his pants. I licked as far beneath the waistband as my slippery tongue could go.

Philipe squirmed beneath my oral ministrations and drew his breath through clenched teeth. I felt the bulge in his pants poking me in the throat and reached up to release it. As it turned out, the dirty little Frenchman wasn’t wearing underwear and as soon as I unbuttoned his baggy chef pants, his dick jumped free and slapped me in the chin. I slid the pant down around his ankles and stood back to admire his impressive piece. It was an honest seven-and-a-half to eight inches of uncut, thickly-veined French man meat jutting from a nicely trimmed patch of curly brown locks, with a hefty set of shaved nuts dangling beneath it. His equipment was impressive in its own right but looked lewdly oversized on his petite frame.

I gave his pole a few loving yanks, pulling the loose skin back to expose the head hidden within. Grabbing it firmly by the base, I poured a healthy topping of honey all over his slender cock. Philipe shivered uncontrollably as the honey slowly oozed down his dick and over my hand and his balls. I slathered it all over his twitching tool; mixing it with his sample of pre-cum and getting it good and sticky before I descended on it with my greedy mouth.

I worked my tongue around inside his foreskin for a bit before pulling it back to clean off his messy knob. I sucked and licked his head until it was bright red and squeaky clean. The whole time, Philipe’s hips were bucking and grinding trying impatiently to feed me more of his cock. I kept him at bay as long as I could, but eventually I couldn’t resist the desire to swallow up his entire honey-coated fuck stick. Philipe let out a gratifying sigh as his sugary cock slid into my mouth and down my throat. I leisurely sucked his dick, savoring the sweet flavors of man juice and honey. And while I slurped down his pole, Philipe was busy licking the honey off my hand.

“Mm yeah,” he’d mumble occasionally, with my fingers still shoved in his mouth, to acknowledge my efforts at swabbing his dick.

The lewdness with which he sucked my fingers drove me wild and I showed my gratitude by intensifying my cocksucking. I had his dick sparkling clean in no time and quickly had him on the verge of orgasm. It wasn’t time for him to blow off though. I wanted to make him hold out a bit longer so, much to his dismay, I pulled his dick out of my mouth.

His balls were still heavily coated. I popped each one of them into my mouth and sucked them off a few times until they too were shiny clean. Now there was only the matter of the little bit that dripped down his nuts and between his hairy crack. I helped Philipe remove his shoes and socks, and then pulled his pants off so that he was completely naked below the waist. I scooted his hips to the edge of the counter and lifted his knees to his chest, thus exposing his ass to me. The hair surrounding his pretty little pucker was matted with a thin layer of honey and a few drops glistened on his tightly wrinkled hole.

“Aw man, look at this mess!” I said in mock distress.

“You made ze mess,” Philipe stated, “so you clean it up.”

“If you say so,” I replied and took my first taste of his sweetened ass.

That first, gentle lick immediately sent his asshole into spasms. “Oh yes, mon ami. I have never had my ass licked before,” he whimpered. “It feels better than I ever dreamed.”

If he thought that felt good, he was in for a big treat when I really started rimming him out. I licked circles around his delicate pucker, sponging up all traces of the sweet golden fluid from his hairy ass. Philipe’s hips wiggled wildly in my hands. I struggled to hold them still so I could hit his sweet spot. He finally calmed down enough for my tongue found its target. I slurped up the tiny droplet of elixir then proceeded to probe the sweeter depths of his anus. Philipe uttered a throaty growl as my tongue burrowed into his tight ass. My lips latched onto his crack and I tongue-fucked him until my jaw started to ache. By then, Philipe was huffing and puffing and singing my praises in French.

I straightened up and looked down at my handiwork. I thumbed his red, puffy hole to test his readiness. It was slick with my spit and pretty open, and the sensation of my thumb popping in sent Philipe into sexual convulsions.

“You want my cock up your ass?” I whispered, bending forward to give him a kiss on the lips.

“Mais oui!” he moaned. “I want very badly for you to fuck me.”

“Then you’re going to have to work for it,” I declared. I wiggled my thumb around inside his slippery bowels.

“Yes! I will do whatever you ask.”

What a power trip! This sexy little Frenchman was willing to do anything just to get my dick. Little did he know that I would have fucked him for free – that would be my little secret.

“Slide down off that ledge and suck my dick,” I commanded.

I stepped back and gave him room to slither off and squat between me and the counter. Philipe was all too eager to feed on my cock as he made clear by his frantic movements. He nearly ripped my pants and boxers open to get to my rock solid penis. It too was anxious for a little lip service from the petit chef. No sooner had he freed my ten-inch beast than he had his lips wrapped around it. He was feasting on it, slobbing down as much of it as he could.

“Taste good? Huh? You like the taste of my dick in your mouth?”

He pulled his mouth off of my cock and gave it a final lick before answering, “Yes, it tastes very good, but I know something that will make it taste even better. Wait right here.”

I wasn’t going anywhere. Philipe ran off to the refrigerator. While he was gone, I hastily kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants and underwear. By the time he returned, a mere ten seconds later, I was stripped down to my shirt, tie and socks, and waiting for his surprise. He reclaimed his kneeling position in front of me and proudly displayed a can of whipped cream. With a sinister grin that could melt any man’s heart, he aimed the nozzle at my bobbing cock and coated it with a thick lather of cold, frothy, dairy topping. I gasped from the sudden, chilling sensation. Taking his cue, Philipe whorled his hot tongue around the head and licked away the thick cream coating. Then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it clean.

He continued this procedure down the length of my prick, licking off the whipped topping then sucking it dry. And once he had washed my entire dick, he sprayed on another generous coating of whipped cream – this time, making sure to apply a thick layer to my swollen nuts. Instead of licking his way down my cock, he sucked his way down – swallowing a good six inches before bottoming out. Like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, Philipe sucked the whipped cream off the end of my throbbing pole. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, he pulled my dick out of his mouth and dove on the base to finish the job. His wildly lashing tongue cleaned the rest of my cock then started working on my nuts. If he continued to suck on my sac like that any longer, I was going to spray my own cream all over the place. I grabbed his hair and pulled him off of my nuts.

He looked so fucking hot with a thin film of cream around his lips and a tiny dollop on the tip of his nose. I bent down to lick it off then whispered, “Stand up and turn around.”

Philipe wiped away his tiny cream moustache then stood up like I told him to. I lifted one of his legs up onto the counter so I could get another good look at his pretty asshole before I fucked it. His cheeks spread apart to display the rosy pucker. I fingered it lightly to get it warmed up. Philipe seemed a little tense than he was the last time I played with his ass, and he jumped when he felt my thumb poking at his hole.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, kissing him on his firm, round cheek.

“I’ve never had anything zat big in my ass before,” he admitted. “I’m not sure I’m ready for zis.”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised, but he still seemed hesitant. “You don’t want me to fuck you?” I asked. I slid my thumb into his ass and could tell by his subdued moans that he liked being fucked.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, but…it will hurt.”

He was awfully tight and the spit lube I’d provided may not be enough. Then, I got an idea. I grabbed the can of whipped cream from his hand and shoved the nozzle into his tight ass.

“What are you…” His question was quickly answered by the cool sensation of his bowels being filled with thick whipped cream. I continued to spray until the frothy white substance starting gushing out. I pulled the nozzle out and placed the can back on the counter.

“Now, just relax,” I said as I aimed my eager cock at his tiny shitter.

It opened up slightly and I eased my dick into him. With the added lube, Philipe’s ass easily accepted my thick ten inches, and soon I was buried ball’s deep into his cream-filled tunnel. I retracted a few inches and shoved back into him, forcing out a tiny whimper from him and a glob of whipped cream from his ass.

“How’s this feel?” I asked as I slowly increased the intensity of my fucking.

“Incroyable!” he moaned.

Yeah, it felt pretty incredible to me too. I was pounding him pretty hard now, churning up the cream deep in his bowels while he muttered obscenities.

“Encule-moi!” he commanded. Philipe was really getting into it now and so was I. His ass was so incredibly tight and hot. Even with the creamy lube, his cumhole gripped my dick like a hot vice. I pulled out, turned him around and lifted him up onto the counter. I wanted to his pretty face as I filled him with my cock. He hoisted his legs over my shoulders and I shoved my dick back into his tight, creamy hole.

“Ah oui…c’est bien!”

I dug into his ass, pacing my thrusts to prolong the sensational and fend off the inevitable. I pressed my body against his and continued to deep probe his rectum. His tightness was unyielding and it wouldn’t be long before I emptied my nuts. He must have seen the grimace on my face and knew I was on the edge.

He kissed me full on the lips then said, “Donne-moi ton foutre! I want you to coat me with your creamy icing.”

“Uhn…yeah, baby…here it comes!”

At the last minute, I yanked my dick out of his ass and sprayed him with my jizz. It shot out in a steady stream that splattered all over his hairy chest and tummy. Philipe rubbed the cum all over himself, matting down his curly brown fur, and then licking his fingers clean. The last drops of my spunk dripped onto his still hard cock.

I bent down and dragged my tongue along the underside of his dick. That was all it took to unleash his own powerful orgasm. My mouth reached the tip of his throbbing cock just in time to receive his huge load. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked down his thick, creamy jizz. It tasted like honey. When his dick stopped twitching and I had swallowed the last drop of cum, I let the softening slab of meat fall out of my mouth and looked up at him.

He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. “Happy 25th Birthday,” he said. “I hope you liked your special dessert.”

I smiled back at him, giving his flaccid tool another lick. “I sure did. In fact, I think I’ll have seconds.”

So much for watching my weight.