Gay Erotic Stories

So, I finally get in to work and end up being 10 minutes early, cursing myself because I guess I did have enough time this morning. I walk into my office, and there sits Zack. Let me tell you a bit about my coworker Zack. He is about 6'5 and beautifully sculpted with light brown hair and green eyes. I myself am just about the same except for having much darker eyes and hair, and not as built.

"Morning" he yells as I walk in the door.

"Morning, OD on the coffee today there Zack?"

Now, you have to understand, I start my day early in the morning right when he is ending his. We have a 2 hr overlap in our shifts where we are alone for an hour of that.

"Nah, just feeling good today." if he only new how good I was feeling.

Everyone in my office knows I’m gay, they just don't know that I'm lusting over Zack. Zack is straight, married and has two kids, which u would think would keep me from wanting him so bad, but when he stretches in his chair...oh Christ! He’ll raise his arms high over his head and lean way back is his chair to the point where he is almost laying down with his legs out straight. I just stare at his ripped arms and chiseled chest, slowly undressing him with my eyes. Sometimes his shirt comes untucked a bit and I get a peek at his nice hairy trail that dips below the waistline of his pants. Then, when he reaches the peak f his stretch, he kind of lifts his ass off the chair a bit and the bulge that pops up between his legs rises and I quiver inside, wondering what it would be like to be choked by what appears to be a monster of a cock.

I snap myself out of my sexual trance and muster up some conversation. "How was the night?"

"Eh, it was okay. A few calls came in, but mostly quick stuff.”

While we were chatting about this and that I noticed he kept rotating his arm while holding his shoulder.

"You do something to your shoulder?"

"Yeah, me and the kids were horsing around yesterday, and when I got up for work last night it was killing me."

"Would you like me to rub it out for ya?"

"Yeah, I bet you'd like to rub one out for me" he replied with a grin. The man has a sick mind....I love it.

"You know what I mean, you dick. Seriously, I can give you a quick massage and try to get your muscles to relax a bit."

"Yeah, actually that does sound good."

I get up from my chair, almost shaking with anticipation from the fact that I am about to put my hands on this Adonis of a man. I get over to him and start rubbing his shoulder lightly at first and then really start to grind away at what feels like steel beneath his cotton shirt.

"Mmmm, that feels good." he moans. His voice is deep and the vibrations of it seem to course through my hands and straight into my hardening dick.

He tilts his head to the side and I start to make my way up to his neck, his cologne wafting up to my nostrils. His smell gets me even more horned up and now I have to step back a bit as my khakis are tenting out in front of me. I glance down to his lap and notice his hand is resting on the inside of his thigh and his thumb is slowly moving in circles around what looks like a large strawberry stuffed in his pants.

He’s getting off on this I thought to myself.

I look up at the clock and see that we only have about 20 minutes before the next person comes in so if I’m going to make a move, I better do it now.

"How are you feeling Zack? You have any other stiff spots I can take care of?" His thumb stopped moving and he seemed to stiffen up a bit, like he knew I saw what he was doing.

"Um, uh, no. that was good thanks" he stammered as he started to slide his chair in. I gripped tighter onto his shoulders and stopped him.

"It’s alright," I whispered into his ear. "It’s only a blow job. No one will ever know what happened and it's not going to make you gay." I slowly spin his chair around and simultaneously drop to my knees. He isn't resisting, but looks very nervous. "Just relax and let me do all the work for you."

I reach up and pull his hands away from substantial mound that has formed in his pants. He has the look of a scared child on his face, but as I’m opening his fly, I notice his cock is very excited.

"What if someone comes in? I can't let anyone see this."

"Like I said, relax. We have plenty of time."

With his fly fully open now, I slowly slide my hand into his pants. I’m in heaven. The heat that is radiating off his body is almost scalding my hand. I weave my fingers into the opening of his boxers and brush the base of a very large cock. As I slide my hand down his shaft, trying to fish the monster out, he lifts his ass a bit, tugs at his pants and slides down his chair to help give me more access. I grab hold of his prick and pull it out into the open air.

"There you go...relax."

His cock is beautiful. Perfectly straight with an angry read throbbing head on it. I give it a gentle squeeze and slide my hand up what has to be 10 inches of skin wrapped around steel. A bead of juice appears at the tip and I reach out with my tongue to snatch up. I savor its flavor only for a moment as time is short. I run my tongue from base to tip and watch as his eyes widen.

"Very nice" I comment, right before I wrap my lips around his head. I hear him suck in breathe through his teeth and feel it throb in my mouth. I apply gentle suction and slowly pull off. More juices start flowing, dribbling down the sides of his cock. I lap it up hungrily and then begin my decent down the full length of his shaft.

His head rolls back as he moans in pleasure. I get my rhythm going, up until only the head is left in my mouth and the sliding my way back down until my nose is buried in his bush.

Zack is moaning and gasping with each rise of my mouth. I can tell he is getting more comfortable with the fact that I am the one swinging on his cock when I feel a pair of hands grab the back of my head. I’m so fucking turned on by this point that I have to take my own cock out and start stroking myself. I look up into his eyes and he is completely fixated on me. His mouth is dropped open and breathing heavy. Every now and then he bites down on his bottom lip. Our eyes are locked with each other as I start to increase my speed and pressure. His eyes start to close again and his breathing increases. I can tell he is getting close, and my own strokes are getting faster on my cock.

"Oh god, I’m getting close!" he moans out.

I keep bobbing away. The precum is flowing out of him like a river and I can feel his dick getting stiffer. His grip on the back of my head tightens and he starts thrusting his hips. I’ve reached the point where I’m moaning right along with him.

His breaths start to quiver then his legs, and finally his whole body. I feel the first jet hit my tongue and I drive myself down to the base as wave after wave on hot cum volleys out of him. I swallow every drop making sure not to spill any on his pants. At the same time, mo own cock erupts all over the floor. My head is spinning in a haze of orgasmic pleasure and I think I almost blacked out.

Slowly his grip releases and our bodies stop shuddering. My hand and the floor in front of me are covered in come. I let his now deflating cock slide out of my mouth. I milk it a few times to make sure I’ve gotten every drop and suck them off the tip.

"Holy shit. That was the best head I’ve ever gotten."

"Well, I’ve wanted to give it to you for a along time. Just glad I could make you feel good."

"I just want to make sure you know that I’m not gay or anything. I just got caught up with the massage and things just got a little out of hand." Zack seemed to be slipping back into his hetero fog.

"Don’t worry. You don't have to say anything. And no, no one will ever find out what happened. It will be our little secret."

Zack tucked himself in his pants and wiped the sweat off his forehead. I was actually disappointed to see his cock get stuffed away like that. I cleaned myself off and wiped up the floor. No sooner did I get the paper towels tossed and my fly zipped up did our co-worker walk in, completely unaware of what just happened. I was definitely going have plenty of jackoff memories now. I’m just glad I grabbed the chance while I could, because things like that don't happen twice...or do they?