Gay Erotic Stories

I had worked at The Hilton in Chicago most of the summer, doing mainly bell hopping and room service. It wasn't very exciting... but as a sophomore at Northwestern, I needed the money. And...this summer, it had its perks. The Hilton was the hotel where the St. Louis Cardinals stayed when they were in town, so it was fun to watch the players come in and out of the hotel, especially my favorite player, Mark McGwire. One hot summer evening, I had a room service call to Room 108. It seemed very routine, a couple of burgers and a beer. I knocked on the door and announced, "Room Service". The voice on the other side replied,"Come on in". I balanced the tray with one hand and opened the door with the other. When I had recovered from this balanced act and looked back up, my heart nearly came out of my chest. There he stood, the man of so many men's dreams - Mark McGwire. He was wearing nothing but orange gym shorts and his presence was overwhelming. He smiled that patented grin of his and said, "How's it going?" Somehow, I mustered a weak response of "Fine". He pointed to the table on the opposite end of the suite and said, "You can put the tray over there". I did and for the first time, looked directly in his eyes and said, "Is there something else I can do for you?". He grinned that grin again and said,"Actually there is...With all the media attention and pressure on me, I just need to unwind. Maybe..." And, before he said another word, he pulled me close to him and kissed me. As he swirled his tongue around in my mouth so slowly, I thought, "God....he has kissed like this before". The shock of what was happening turned into complete and total submission. I was his for the taking. After about five minutes of deep, incredible kissing, Mark started undressing me very slowly. After he took my shirt off, I guess he saw how my heart was pounding, he said, "Don't be afraid." After that, I wasn't. I put my arms around his neck and allowed him to complete the mission of undressing me. Then, in one swift motion, he removed his gym shorts and took me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom. I didn't know why...but I trusted him completely by now. He started the water in the shower and I knew we were going to shower together. He had me face forward and took the soap and gave my ass the most gentle cleansing, like he was preparing me for something special. It didn't last long. He turned the water off...stepped out of the shower...and gave himself a quick towel off. Then, he toweled me off and what happened next reminded me of the awesomeness of this powerful man. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carried me to the bed and gently lay me down. Then, he got a pair of gym socks from the drawer and announced, "We are going to be in this position for a while. It will be easier if I restrain your legs by tying them up." That kind of scared me at first, but he was grinning that grin again and fear turned to total trust. And he was right. It was best that I be restrained because what happened next was amazing. He took his index finger and started exploring my hole. The second he stuck it in, he grinned a grin that said, "Oh my god....you are a virgin". Within a minute or two, he had inserted his entire finger in me. I thought, "God....even his finger is manly". Then, in an amazingly smooth transition, he removed his finger, got a condom from the drawer of the night stand and put it on. His erection was huge and I wondered if I would be able to accommodate it all. My question was answered in the next 30 minutes of pleasure...pain....joy. Mark McGwire....the best baseball player in the world....was inside of me. He was not just fucking me ....he was exploring me...making love to me....Almost abruptly, he stopped, untied me, pulled out and gently rolled me over on my stomach. He re-entered me, like a king re-claiming his domain. This was different however. Mark was lost in this position because he was dominating me...and loving it. His conditioning was apparent now because he was able to fuck and fuck with such control and not show signs of stopping. It was heaven. Then....he pulled out....got on his back...and flashed that knowing grin....I knew what he wanted....He had saved the best for last. His massive member was growling for me to sit on it, to ride it into the sunset of orgasmic bliss...and I was happy to oblige. As I rode him, we both experience ecstacy that we had not experienced until then....It was a gradual intensity....slow at first....then faster and faster....until it became fast, wild and out of control. I was experiencing something for the first time as well....How a man's prostate can be massaged from the inside to achieve orgasm. Mark knew what he was going....He knew that in this position we could both explode together. The eruption came.....and came....and came....Under normal circumstances, I would have been embarrassed by the apache like screaming I was doing...and so would he....But.....we were experiencing something incredible....an unforgettable moment in time....so I screamed to the top of my lungs and felt like I would lose consciousness, the euphoria was so incredible. As our bodies started coming down from this miraculous experience, I knew there was something special I wanted to do for Mark. So....I started bucking rapidly again.....I wanted to get him aroused again...and help him achieve multiple orgasm. I knew it wouldn't take much. This man was a stallion...and before I knew it, he had achieved a second...and a third orgasm. As our exhausted bodies lay in the harbor of each others arms, he reached for his wallet. He handed me a twenty dollar bill. I asked, "what is this for?" He grinned that grin and said, "That is your tip". I said, "I don't want it....but there is something you can do for me".....He said, "Name it".....I said, "Hit a home run for me tomorrow".....He grinned and I kissed him and covered him up....By the time I was dressed, he was already in an exhausted but sweet slumber.................The next day, Mark McGwire hit the home run that broke Roger Maris' home run record :)