Gay Erotic Stories

Usually around five o'clock, I began the shut down process of my store. I had just started closing the computer out, when the door dinged. I looked up to see Chris, one of the local funeral directors. He had waited on a family, who wanted to order flowers, so Chris helped them and took the order. He recommended my shop every time that he could, and when he took an order, he called me with the work.

He liked my work and they way I treat the families he sends to me. Treating grieving families with extra care is something I am noted for among the funeral homes. Most of the directors in town don't know that when I was younger, my father owned a funeral home, and I learned how to treat the grieving members of a family with extra care and compassion. This, to my surprise, has proven a beneficial trait in the flower business. Anyway, Chris brought an order over to me, explaining, in detail, what he had sold. The family blanket for the casket was a full-length spray, to cover the entire casket. It was to be made with different mixed white flowers. He asked me if the amount he had quoted was enough. I laughed and explained that $1000.00 for a casket spray was plenty. Chris and I clicked the first time we met. It was at a town social. I was helping with a food booth and he was new to the area. He stopped and bought one of the strawberry desserts we were selling and introduced himself to me. I asked him if he was new to the area, and he explained that he was the new owner of one of the local funeral homes, and yes, he was new to the area. I introduced myself and told him that I was the owner of one of the local floral shops. I told him that I owned Grapevine Studio's, and if he ever needed any help, just let me know. We talked and discussed where he was from and what had led him into the funeral business.

I explained how I got into the flower business. We had a lot in common and were both about the same age. He was a very attractive man, and towered over me at 6 foot, with dark black curly hair. He had an Italian complexion, and weighed about 150. He was slim and a little muscular, yet still very attractive. He was wearing a pair of light tan shorts, which showed off the dark hair on his muscular legs, and a polo shirt. I wondered what kind of package he supported, and couldn't help but to steal glances to see. Chris continually came into the store, whenever he was away from the funeral home. We would just talk, and discuss our businesses and, of course, our competitors. One day he asked me about my family. I explained to him about my sister, brother and myself sharing a house that our grandparents left us. I told him about my mother and father, my other brothers, my distant relatives and what they all did. Then I asked him about his family. He began by telling me that he wasn't married, and it didn't look like he would ever be. His father was a wealthy banker from New York and his mother, also owned a flower shop in Manhattan. He had left home when he was 18, moved to Oklahoma City and lived with his aunt, while attending Mortuary School. He had left his father and mothers wealth with them, to seek out who he really was. Chris did, however, like the finer things in life and knew how to get them. He had a very respectful personality and was a very dignified young man. I just liked listening to him talk about his family and his past. We became really good friends. He and I went to baseball games, football games, the fair, the theatre and other events. He bought an antique horse drawn hearse and I bought an antique horse drawn wagon, which I transformed into a flower peddler's wagon. We entered parades and had a lot of fun.

We had been friends about six months before Chris ever came to my house. I had decided to have a formal Christmas party, which my brother and sister were very excited. We sent invitations to all of the business people in town, all of our friends, and all of my good customers. I had spent a lot of extra time decorating the house for the party. We had, during the summer, enclosed our swimming pool area, with skylights, and windows all around. I had placed a Christmas tree, of some kind, in every room in the house, put garland on all 5 of the fireplace mantels, staircases, doors, fresh arrangements on every table, and a Christmas topiary as the centerpiece on the buffet table. Poinsettias lined the stairs and were placed all around. The pool area was lined with white Christmas lights to match all of the trees. Each tree was decorated with white lights, and different themes, depending on the room it was in. The main tree in the Foyer was decorated in White and Gold, with grapevine draped through it. Birds and other ornaments abounded the 12-foot Douglas fir tree. My sister had prepared a lot of the food and my brother stocked the bar and the rest of the drinks. We had hired a small ensemble to play Christmas music and we had purchased presents for everyone that we invited. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. It was 6:00 P.M., and the big night was here. The kids that I had hired for the valet were here and right on time. I had hired three of my niece's cute male friends. I had furnished them with a valet uniform, which each one looked so cute in. The guest began to arrive and my brother and sister greeted each one. As I was coming down the stairs, Chris walked in. He was absolutely stunning. I was very impressed at him. He was wearing a black tux, and he looked like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ. It was the same tux I was wearing, which said he had my taste.

Anyway, Jack and Jane greeted him and he introduced himself to them. I was so excited because he was actually at my party, and looking so gorgeous. Well, I went and greeted everyone and mingled with each one in conversation. I introduced Chris to those in the community that he had not already met. Everyone took to him, like he was a life long friend. Everyone was eating and having a good time, especially Chris. He loved the party, and was very inquisitive about the house. He and I escaped from the party, and I showed him around. As we went from room to room, I explained the history behind the home and the furnishing of each room. I learned that Chris was a history buff that loved old homes. He especially loved the library, which had a nice 8-foot umbrella fir tree, on a table in the corner, which I had decorated with white lights and books. It was very unusual, and he loved the idea.

I took him upstairs and showed him the suites on that floor, and then on up to the top suites, and my room, which he loved. I had a series of three trees, ranging from 3 foot to 12 foot in height, grouped together in the sitting area of my suite, and a garland arrangement on the mantel to match the trees. The theme of my suite was very rustic, yet elegant. The walls were white with wood trim, which was all very dark mahogany, and the carpet, comforter, and curtains were all white trimmed in gold. The sofa and chairs in the room were white with gold trim and mahogany wood--very clean, but not sterile.

Anyway, the tree was decked out in gold and white cording, white lights, deep burgundy magnolias and clear ornaments with gold glitter designs and curly willow. There were even gold and white birds and bird nests along with grapevine and burgundy grapes. He commented about how nicely I had fixed everything up, and that he loved my room. My suite was a bedroom, den and bath combination, as were all the suites in the house. We sat in the den part of my suite and talked, which was when he started asking some personal questions. He began by asking if I had ever had a girlfriend, to which I answered, yes, but it didn't last long. He asked if I had ever been attracted to a man, again I answered, yes. I explained that every one has some attraction to the same sex, if they didn't men would never have male friends, and women would never have female friends. There is something that attracts them to each other. He agreed, and said that I didn't understand what he meant. He asked again but added, the way men and women are attracted to each other. I thought for a moment, and then answered honestly, yes. At this point, he had a big grin on his face and was a little embarrassed by my forwardness in my answer. I asked if he had ever been, and he simple and shyly said, yes. Along with that yes, he added, that I was the one who he was attracted to, and then he moved close and kissed me. The passion in that kiss was more than I could stand. He was so warm and caring in the way that he kissed, it made me all tingly. I told him that we had to stop and get back to the party. He then asked if he could stay after everyone had left, so we could talk. I agreed and we went back to the party.

It was 2:30 A.M., and I thought the guests would never leave. Finally, everyone was gone and my sister suggested that we start cleaning up, and Chris asked if he could stay and help. We all welcomed him and thanked him for his offer. In my mind, I thought that I would properly thank him later, and when I looked up at him, he was just looking at me with a big smile. He knew what I was thinking... We began out in the pool area, picking up trash and dishes. My sister took all of the dishes in the kitchen and rinsed them off, then put them in the dishwasher. My brother cleaned out all of the things floating in the pool and Chris help me pick up in the house.

We made our way from room to room picking up trash and dishes and talking. He was asking me history on some of the furnishings of the house and I would stop and explain a certain piece that had caught his attention. It was about 4:00 A.M., when we all finally finished the major messes. I suggested we leave the rest until later, the cleaning ladies would be in around 11:00 A.M. and they would finish. Jane agreed and retired to her suite. Jack also agreed but retired to the den to watch T.V. Chris was gathering his things up to go home, I suggested that he stay in one of our guest rooms and get some rest. He agreed and I showed him up to the suite next to mine on the third floor. After a long sleep, I woke up about 2:00 P.M, and took my shower and dressed in a pair a khakis and a button up shirt. I went to check on Chris, only to find that he was not there. I was upset, after that kiss and now he was just gone. No goodbye, nothing. I decided to go down and get something to eat. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Chris standing at the cabinet, making a stir-fry dish, while Jane and Jack watched. They were talking about our families and growing up, when I walked in. Chris turned and smiled at me, as did Jane and Jack, and he asked if I had a good rest. I replied yes, and asked what they were up too.

Jane told me that Chris wanted to fix us all lunch, since we invited him into our home and became friends. Jack chimed in and said that he offered to cook anything we wanted, and since stir-fry was quick and easy, we settled with that. I thanked Chris and set the table for lunch. We all ate and then Jane and Jack left. Chris started cleaning up. We both really needed to be at work, but we both have really great employees, who could run the business until we got there. Anyway, Chris asked if I wanted to wash or dry. I laughed and said I would rather push the button on the dishwasher, which got a laugh out of him as well. He had forgotten about the dishwasher; so we loaded it down and let it do the work, while we talked. I asked him about that amazing kiss at the party. He apologized about being to forward and assuming that I would be interested in him. I laughed and told him not to worry about it, I enjoyed it and I was interested in him.

He told me that he had only had one long-term relationship in his life, and that it was with a man. He explained that he had dated girls in high school, none of which interested him like the boys did. In college he had dated only men and that's where he met Stephen. Stephen was a funeral major who had more interest in marketing than in the funeral business. He was only there because his family owned a funeral home and it was expected of him. Well, after graduation Stephen moved off to California. Chris wanted to go with Stephen, and until he and I met, wished he had gone instead of buying the funeral home. He told me that he was instantly attracted to me and that from that moment on, all he had thought about was kissing me.

I was kind of embarrassed, but loved the thought. I explained to him that I felt the same way, and before I could finish my statement, Chris grabbed me in his arms and began to kiss me again. Man could he kiss. It was so passionate, demanding, yet sweet and gentle. He had full kissable lips, and I think they were trained in the art of kissing. Before I knew it, we were back up in my room. He was undressing me, and everywhere that bare skin was showing he would be kissing that spot. He started with my shirt, unbuttoning one button and then kissing, then the next and kissing. Finally he had my shirt off and was playing with my nipples, licking, kissing, sucking.

I was slightly moaning from the attention I was receiving. He was also rubbing the front of my khakis, he dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my pants. They fell to the floor and he slowly removed the briefs I was wearing. Still kissing each point that became uncovered by his working the briefs down. It was torture, but finally my cock sprung free and slapped him in the chin. With that, he sucked me deep into his mouth. It felt so incredible, since the only action I had seen in a few months was my hand. He licked and sucked, working both my cock and on my balls. He slowly licked the area behind my ball sack, giving me chills and then on up to my ass hole. He sucked, probed and licked on my pink hole, every once in a while blowing. It was incredible. I couldn't take it for very much longer, but I didn't want it to end, so I told him it was my turn. He stood and we kissed for a while, I could taste my ass on him and it made me hungry for him.

I pulled his shirt off of him to expose a nice full chest with quarter size nipples with a little hair around each one. I sucked on them and licked, biting slightly. I licked my way down to his stomach, which had the potential of being a very nice six-pack. His treasure trail, the patch of hair that descended from his belly button down into his pants, caught my attention and all I could think about was following that path. I looked up at him, made eye contact and slowly unbuttoned his pants, never losing eye contact. This made him even hornier. He watched me as I licked the base of his cock, as I slowly lowered his pants. It was so intense that we both almost came. He had a beautiful bush of hair and it had that manly aroma with a mixture of rain. I savored the aroma as I kissed and nuzzled around in it. I licked and kissed my way under his ball sack and on to his awaiting hole. As I worked on licking and kissing his hole, it twitched and kissed back.

He had enough and wanted to have me back in his mouth. We positioned ourselves in a sideways 69 position and sucked, kissed, licked, tongued and massaged each other until we both were ready to explode. We changed positions so Chris could enter me. It was torture the way he would tease my hole. Touching it with the tip of his cock and moving it away. He made me want it so bad my hole almost opened up and sucked him in. He finally entered me with such gentleness and passion. Is way of love making drove me wild. He would slowly thrust inwards and quickly pull all the way out, and then back again slowly. I moaned and he moaned. The entire time, he kissed and licked my face, and his eyes never lost contact with mine.

We were both ready to explode when we lost eye contact. I shut my eyes as I released the most violent ejaculation I have ever had. Jet after jet of cum flew, landing between our moving, out of breath bodies, sticking us together with my human glue. The spasms of my hole drove Chris over the edge, with his last quick outward thrust, he pulled out and shot his load between us, mixing our glues. With the last spasm of cum he collapsed on me and we both, being out of breath, rested from the workout of our bodies. Once we gained our breath and composure, we lay, still glued together, and talked about what we wanted in the future. That moment, Chris and I feel in love...

The Director Part 2 will be posted soon. If you enjoyed this story, send me a note at duhstoopid1@aol.com.