Gay Erotic Stories

I waited nearly a week before calling the 800# I’d been given at my recent physical. In the meantime, I’d thought about the exam over and over…masturbating at least once a day as I recalled the sight, the smell and the touch of the handsome doctor.

My call was received by an answering service…a Latino woman by the sound of her, who took my name and number. Well…that was done. Now all I had to do was wait for the doctor’s return call. I sat within hearing range of my phone for several hours, until it dawned on me that he might not call back until the next day. With this in mind, I relaxed, had dinner and watched a bit of TV before going to bed.

At work the next day, I called my answering machine at least 10 times…hoping to hear that my call had been returned. Nothing. Not even my mother, who I can generally count on calling several times a week. In no particular hurry to get home, I stopped for dinner and took most of it home in a doggy-bag as I wasn’t particularly hungry. Parking in the garage, I fairly raced to the door so I could again check my answering machine. No light blinked…no beeper beeped.

I found myself alone again on a Friday night…not unusual since I broke-up with my ex a year ago. I’d always tended to be a home-body, and I couldn’t quite bring myself to seek companionship again – at least not yet. In bed by 10, I woke at 5:30 am as usual and went about my Saturday routine (cleaning, shopping, etc.) Arriving home in the early afternoon, I stared in disbelief at the mute answering machine…was it even working? I called my home phone from my cell to check and left a rather pathetic “This is a test” message.

It worked fine…he simply hadn’t called.

Days followed days with no word from the doctor. Thoughts of him had dimmed as the days passed. I actually began to question what, if anything had happened the day of my exam. The only thing that kept me grounded was his card, the card that told me I hadn’t imagined the whole thing.

At the end of my first two weeks on the job, my coworkers invited me out for a drink Friday afternoon. I didn’t know them all that well, but we had an agreeable time. I headed home at 7…having nowhere else to go. I checked the fridge and decided I’d treat myself to pizza. Turning on the stove to preheat, I hit the shower…too tired (or disinterested) to even beat-off. Drying off I heard the stove beeping that it was ready to ingest whatever it was I intended to shove in its gaping mouth. In the kitchen, I stood wearing only a towel staring at the stove. It wasn’t pre-heated yet. As I stood there wondering if it was somehow not working the way it was supposed to, I heard the beep again.

Glancing into the darkened living room, I saw the red light on my answering machine blink. Oh great, I thought, a chat with my mother is all I need right now. I padded over to the phone and pushed play. It took me a moment to place the voice. Expecting to hear my mother’s slightly Southern drawl, I was still working out that it was a man’s voice when I heard the word “exam.” It was the doctor, after two weeks of anticipation, disappointment then resignation.

As the message continued, it occurred to me that I’d not really heard it from the beginning. Rewinding the tape, I began to shiver a little – not from cold, but from the feelings of the exam-day flooding into my senses. Starting over, the tape played as the doctor’s professional voice indicated that he’d spent ten days on an emergency medical mission to Sudan, and he was sorry he hadn’t replied to my message until now.

At the end of the message, the machine indicated that the call was only 15 minutes-old. I immediately dialed the new number he’d recited, and he picked up the phone on the first ring. I reintroduced myself, and reminded him that he’d said he’d like to see me again, and that I should call the number on his card. His slow, caring voice again explained the circumstances of his delay in returning my call. He asked if I had eaten dinner yet, and learning that I hadn’t, he invited me out to eat. We agreed to meet at a local restaurant that had been converted from an old warehouse into an eatery and microbrewery.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I went into a mini panic mode. Scurrying to the kitchen, I turned off the stove and put the pizza back into the freezer. The next part is a bit of a blur…but I must have made it into my bedroom, gotten dressed in khakis and a pressed denim shirt, and headed for my car. Sitting in the car with the motor running, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. The restaurant was close, only 5 minutes from my house, so I made it there in three minutes (so much for calming down.)

Arriving at the hostess’ station, I look around for the doctor in the restaurant and in the bar area. Not seeing him, I went to the bar and ordered a club soda. With my back to the door, I still tried to keep an eye on it in the mirror opposite me. Unfortunately, the overweight bartender insisted on blocking my view at every opportunity – as if on purpose. I was finally back to breathing normally when a strong hand squeezed my shoulder. It was him…in the flesh.

We said our hellos and made our way to the table he’d acquired. Staring at him over the tea light, I became aware of how handsome he really was. I must have been too preoccupied in his office to notice. Rather short, dark hair – almost black in this light – blue eyes with lovely long lashes and a terrific smile that was set off by the tan he’d gotten while in Africa. His hair was receding slightly and his eyes had a devilish glint to them. The doctor’s stark white button-down shirt nicely contrasted his blue-black 5-o’clock shadow, and opened at the collar to offer a glimpse at the thick chest hair it largely hid from view.

We ate slowly, and our talk alternated between serious questions and benign chatter people talk to fill uncomfortable gaps in conversation. He said he’d not been in a relationship for 6 months and had kept busy with his work to take his mind off the fact. I filled him in on my situation…comforted by the fact that I wasn’t the only one of us leading a solitary life. The check came, and he paid…so quickly that I couldn’t even offer to pay my share.

He asked if I’d like to follow him home for a nightcap. I didn’t know that people actually used that phrase, but I agreed almost before he’d finished the question. My Accord followed his Lexus down a couple of main streets, before we turned into what appeared to be a forest-preserve. As it happened, the drive led to a secluded cul-de-sac with perhaps 5 or 6 homes. Well built and well spaced, the doctor’s neighborhood was truly a haven from the city.

We parked in the brick-work driveway, and walked slowly toward the immense front entrance. The doors some 10 feet high, were imposing but opened with an ease belying their size. We continued into the den, passing an enormous living room that looked as if it had never been inhabited. He invited me to sit on the burgundy leather couch as he fixed us both a club soda with lime. He sat next to me…not too close, but close enough for the charge between us to be enhanced. With a hidden remote control, he managed to dim the lights and turn on a beautiful aria that I’d never heard before.

As we talked, he placed his arm on the back of the couch behind me. Slowly leaning toward him, I found myself with my head on his chest, which was both firm and comforting. He moved his arm to hold me closer and I melted under his strong grasp. He kissed my head, as you would a child, and began with care to undo the top buttons of my shirt. In time, his warm hand was caressing my chest, gently stoking my nipples and chest hair.

My breathing increased markedly as my chest has always been an erogenous zone for me. I turned to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. My hands quivered as I undid the buttons of his starched white shirt. Every button revealed more of the jet black hair I had glimpsed at the restaurant. Nearly to the bottom button above his belt, I brushed the shirt aside enough so that I could turn my kisses from his lips to his chest. Using my tongue, I gently explored the mounds of his chest, his now erect nipples and that lovely area between his Adam’s apple and his chest.

He pulled me round so that he might finish removing my shirt. With such large, strong hands I’d expected him to be more clumsy. To the contrary, his touch was smooth and without urgency as he lowered my open shirt behind my shoulders. His mouth found the base of my neck as he in turn kissed, tongued and sucked my flesh. Occupied as he was, I took my cue to finish taking off his shirt. The tails pulled out easily from their tucked position, and soon we were both bare-chested. I pulled him atop me on the couch, wanting to feel his full weight upon me, our chests pressed firmly together as we kissed and ran our hands over one another.

An indeterminate amount of time passed, but at some point – almost in unison – we noticed that the aria had ended. We stared at one another and he asked if I would like to join him in his bedroom. I said “Of course” and he led me up an open, circular staircase to the second floor. At the end of the hall, he opened a door into a large, beautiful room. His bedroom wasn’t fussy or overly done, but rather represented a clean-cut contemporary design that coupled elegance with order.

He asked me to follow him into the dressing room, where we slowly disrobed one another in view of several mirrored doors throughout the space. Seeing the doctor from so many angles at once was at the same time exciting and a bit overwhelming. The hair on his chest was not to be found on his shoulders or back, but was echoed by dark hair on his legs and buttocks. His view of me must have been similar, although his trip to Africa had left him with a tan that made me look somewhat pale.

His penis was cut, as is mine. And while mine is a bit longer at 7.5”, his was far thicker and straight as an arrow. The thought of seeing the doctor in the way he’d already see me at his office was breathtaking.

Asking if I was aroused by my exam some weeks ago, I replied that it must have been evident. He said he’d thought so and he turned to reach into one of the closets in the dressing room. He emerged with a white lab coat and a paper gown. Knowing my role, I took the gown and loosely fastened the sting-ties. The doctor pulled on his lab coat, as he must have done hundreds of times before…although this time he was nude underneath.

We walked hand in hand to the king-sized bed and he asked me to lie down so he could begin his exam. As was the case at my actual exam, the doctor asked me to lower the gown so he could examine my chest. In place of his stethoscope, the doctor used his tongue to locate the same places he found in his office. “Arms above your head please” he stated with firm resolve. His tongue explored my underarms, neck, and chest.

Satisfied that the “exam” was going well, the doctor asked me to remove the paper gown. Gently as before, he moved his hands over me…pressing, sometimes with both hands, now using his tongue as well my torso, abdomen, waist and pelvic area.

Paying particular attention to my groin area, he explored my body taking care not to touch my testicles or now erect penis – at least not yet. As happened during the exam, he asked me to stand so he might continue. I stood, wavering, as the doctor caressed my testicles first with his hands, then his mouth. My erection brushed past his face as his exam continued. Still not having touched my penis, he asked me to bend over the bed. Being a good patient, I always did as I was told. He spread my cheeks and grazed a finger across my anus, then back again. He buried his face against my cheeks so that his tongue could find purchase in my awaiting hole.

The doctor’s tongue circled repeatedly before making its way into me. With slow deliberation, his tongue penetrated, retreated, penetrated and retreated. By this time I was near the brink and the doctor knew this. He paused, and left briefly to gather lubricant, rubber gloves and condoms. I hadn’t moved, so the doctor resumed his exam with a well-lubed finger, then two. Before my mind could switch gears to fully understand what was happening, the doctor placed the head of his thick penis against me, and meeting only token resistance, his head entered me.

I winced…more out of surprise than pain, as the doctor made his way fully into me. Gradually, through repeated trial, he ultimately found himself buried to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hair brushing against me with every downward stroke. His sheer girth was pushing my hole to its limit…and it was fantastic. The doctor’s paced slowed and quickened in turn as he continued thrusting into me. I had grabbed the bedcover to retain my balance and looked down at my hands to see my knuckles white and my hands shaking.

The doctor’s pace became more brisk than before and I knew he was close to climax. Rather than finish, he slowed his pace, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and stood me up in front of him. With him still inside me, he turned us both toward the dressing room, and we walked lock step the few paces together. Surrounded by mirrors, with the doctor’s strong left hand holding me firm, he reached his right hand around my side and began stroking my aching penis. As he resumed his rhythm behind me, his right hand kept pace with my cock.

I groaned a bit, knowing I was close and the doctor quickened his pace accordingly. Moments after he gave two hard final thrusts, I came onto the tasteful carpeting in the dressing room. He remained inside me, and continued to stroke me until we were both limp with exhaustion. He pulled out, turned me around and kissed me passionately. Breathing deeply, we smiled at on another and hugged as if we’d been together for years.

We walked hand in hand to the walk-in shower and washed one another with care. Drying ourselves with his thick white towels, we would periodically catch one another’s glance and smile. We made our way past the rather disheveled dressing room to the bedroom.

We slept nude in his enormous bed, arm in arm.