Gay Erotic Stories

We claimed a round table near the bar with a clear view of the main floor. After a few drinks, we all began to relax, becoming totally absorbed in watching the mating/ flirting process in action. The games were the same that the 'straights' played; we recognized all the moves. The music was loud, smoke intense, lights dim. It was intensely hot! The smell of man was everywhere.

We noticed a stud appear through the main door. He was confident; tall, dark and yes, a real looker. He was the boy-next-door with a wicked smile. He was wearing white pants with a blue silk pirate shirt tucked in at the waist. The shirt was unbuttoned revealing smooth defined pecs that glistened in the flashing lights. He planted himself by the nearest wall, letting his back support his muscular frame. He wet his lips as he surveyed the room. His brooding Victorian eyes devoured the guys that he placed on his target list.

We watched him, mesmerized by his authority, by his ability to command attention. His eyes penetrated our table, yet he stared without expression. We held our breath, certain that we would be dismissed as unworthy of his attention--each one of us secretly longing to be this dude's intended victim.

The stud withdrew from the wall, walked to the bar, returning to his claimed space carrying a cocktail glass filled with red moist cherries. He methodically withdrew each cherry, teased it with his fingers, then moisten his lips with the fruit before the cherry was savoured. As each cherry met its fate, he smiled with definite pleasure. Finally there was but one cherry left.

He moved the cocktail glass with the beat of the music, swishing the cherry back and forth. He carefully withdrew the final cherry, holding it delicately between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand. He squeezed it, teased it, licked it, and played with it. Wearing his biggest smile of the evening, he began walking toward our table. Our eyes were glued on his every movement. When he arrived at his destination, he leaned over to me, placing the cherry between my lips.

"Would you like my cherry?"