Gay Erotic Stories

With a small cotton towel wrapped around my waist, I turn off the light and open the bathroom door to walk out. The cool air that rushes into the bathroom distracts me from realizing the bedroom is quiet. It takes me a few second to realize that there is no one there and my heart quivers with sudden fear. I look at the bed and notice the comforter and pillows are gone. My anticipation escalates as I make my way into the living room while drying my damp hair. Part of me feel curious, wondering as to what has happen to my guest.

The guest, a young Asian man, had arrived earlier in the evening, and I had met him at the airport. He had just flown in from Los Angeles and although he looked tired, he looked great in his all-back attire - from his black leather jacket, to his black turtle neck, black jeans, and black boots. I especially love his tight jeans - it clings to tightly to his butt like a second skin. When I saw him bending over to pick his bags, I noticed his butt is small yet suppled and I fought hard to resist my temptation to squeeze it.

He looked very much like the pictures he had sent me, but what was lacking in the pictures was his personality. When we dined earlier, he was quite cheerful. I have known him through e-mails correspondence for a very long time, but this is the very first time we meet.

When we got home less than half an hour ago, he excused himself wanting to take a shower and suggested that I lit the fireplace which I was happy to oblige. I even turned on the CD player and played his favorite classical music that he had mentioned to me once - Haydn's Symphony No. 8.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was covered in my terry bath robe and he just nodded his head with a smile when I told him that I, too needed to freshen up. He lightly kissed me in the mouth as I walked into the bathroom, and his eyes flickered suggestively. I am glad I had shaven before meeting him at the airport, and I then needed to take a short shower.

The sight of the dark and quiet living room made me wonder if I had failed to meet his expectations. The crackling sound of the firewood from the fireplace, the only source of light in the room, stirs me from my wondering.

There, in the middle of the living room, on the thick, cream-colored satin comforters that is spread on the floor, the young Asian lays himself comfortably. Lying on the floor with his head rests on both arms, he is still wrapped in the towel that I had given him. His body lays stretching in front of the fireplace and his legs are slightly apart.

The flickering light from the fireplace reflects the golden color of his richly tanned skin and smooth body. His face is almost hidden in the shadows made me wonders if he is awake. Perhaps, the long flight from Los Angeles has tire him, and I cannot blame him for that. I stand there for a few moment, wondering why a young man such as him would want to spend a weekend with me.

As the CD plays on, I stare at his face and move down to his feet, admiring the sight that holds my attention. The young man breaths calmly and his dark hair that contrasts the cream-colored satin pillow cases made he looks serene. I look forward to the moment, but seeing how peaceful he is, I take a deep breath and sigh silently with a dash of disappointment as I watch him sleep. All those suggestive hints about sharing intimate moments in front of a fireplace are perhaps just empty promises. But then, there is always tomorrow night.

I throw the towel that I use to dry my hair aside and motion to the pillow that he had set for me as I push back the damp hair. I find myself feeling guilty when I realize that I cannot look away from the small bulge in his crotch. There has been several digital pictures that he had sent me and I can still recall how it excites me and now, that he is close at him, I feel unsure, but then, I realize that I will have my body next to his the whole night.

As I approach him, I unwrap the towel around my waist and throw it aside. When I look down at my crotch, I notice that I am having a hard on, just thinking of the anticipation about making love to him. I look at the young Asian man on the floor, and take a deep breath as stirs and scratches his crotch carelessly before resting his arm on his side. Even with the flickering light, I can see his soft shaft peeking through the edge of the towel. I try to distract my attention away from his crotch, but the feelings within me to taste him is much stronger.

I take a deep breath as I approach him, committing myself to my desires. I kneel between his legs and start to loosen the towel that is tugged at his navel. Part of me is overwhelm with excitement when I see his soft penis resting on a bed of dark pubic hair in his crotch. I feel like a kid, anxiously opening my gifts on Christmas mornings. Slowly, I draw my face closer to his crotch and start kissing the area between his navel and his shaft. I wait for his reaction to push me away, but there is no resistance.

I can smell the natural scent of his body as I begin to lavish his stomach with more gentle kisses, and his body begin to stir slightly. Ever so careful as not to touch his shaft, I start kissing his balls and licking them, and I notice his penis begin to quiver, responding to me. The penis begins to harden at my touch and kisses.

I look up and still could not see his face that is hidden in the shadows, but I smile, recalling the statements he made to describe himself as being a tease. I hold out my tongue and begin to lick from the base to the tip of his shaft over and over again and enjoying the taste of his body.

Soft moans escape his mouth and his body begins to tremble as I take him in my mouth. I take the shaft as deep as I can in my mouth and fondles the head with my tongue to see his reaction. It excites me to see his response that I continue to repeat the action. I feel his hand touching my shoulder and rubbing it tenderly - a gesture of approval, I presume.

The simple gesture set my mind at ease and I rest comfortably in his crotch, lying on my stomach and having the weight of my crotch pressing my shaft against the floor. I take his shaft deeper in me until my noose touches the pubic hair around his tool. The scent of his pubic hair escalates the lust within me that I decide to cup my teeth at the base of his shaft and slowly, begin to pull my head back for I want him to feel that I am truly enjoying him.

"Ahhhhh..." he moans through his muffle voice as his body becomes tense when he tilts his head back and his hand clutches my shoulder firmly.

Both his legs that are pinned under my arms become rigid as he tries to move them away, but I refuse to let go. I take his penis in my mouth over and over again, wanting to see him holding back the pleasure as he arches his body backward and calls my name.

I can feel his hand clutching the back of my neck as I continue to take him deeper in my mouth. I stop momentarily to look up to his face, and I can see him biting his lower lips. I smile with satisfaction and feeling please with myself and at the same time wanting more of him.

I slowly traces my mouth to his navel and start lavishing his smooth chest with my warm lips and wet tongue and he seems to enjoy it. By the way he presses my head to his chest, he seems even to enjoy it more when I start licking and sucking on his nipples harder. The young Asian begins to sway his body, pressing and rubbing his harden tool against my chest and I can almost feel it pulsating against my skin.

I move my legs slightly to press my harden shaft against his leg as I take his hands and raise it over his head. When I start licking his almost hairless armpits, he moans and groans even harder, and at times, clenching his teeth to hold back the passion. The response excites me even more and I know that his feelings are genuine.

I pause for a moment to look at his face and I am not surprise to see him staring at me with a smile. His face reflects the joy and the pleasure he is experiencing. Ever so gently, I draw my face closer to his and our lips meet. It starts with a soft tender kisses, but the pace slowly changes to more intense and passionate kisses. We are lock in each others arms and both our legs intertwine as we caress and suck each other's tongue with our own, and grinding our shafts against another.

He holds me tighter against his body and does not seem to mind having the weight of my body. Everything that I imagine could happen between us unfolds as our lips and tongues taste one another.

I cannot recall how long we kiss each other because the next thing I realize is seeing his warm face looking at me. His dark eyes twinkle with delight and hides no shadows. He reaches out, lovingly and delicately touches my face. His hands are warm and his touches are tender and gentle.

Holding my face with both his hands, he raise his face as he closes his eyes and our lips touch again. The kiss is long and tender, and I feel almost breathless by the time we are through. When I look down at him, he smiles at me again. There is something mysterious about his smiles - they seems sincere, yet very suggestive and playful, and his eyes seem to smile with him.

Part 2

He leans closer to me, sitting almost upright and begin to rub the tip of his nose and cheek against mine, sensually and passionately, and almost ritualistic. I wait patiently for his next move. He then moves his mouth and covers mine and again, we are locked in another session of passionate kisses. As we kiss, I can feel his hands exploring every nook of my body - rubbing it tenderly.

I slowly raise my body, kneeling on the floor in front of him when he shifts his attention to my neck and chest, caressing them with his lips and tongue. His hands constantly rubbing and exploring my body trying to find my sensitive spot. His touches are soft and sensual and when I close my eyes, I can feel parts of my body that I have never realize were sensitive.

"I love your body," he says as he wildly rubs his face against my stomach. "I want more of you."

When I arch my body to let him explore other parts of my body with his lips and tongue, I feel the tip of my harden shaft touching his smooth chest.

He continue to make circles around my nipples with his wet tongue before sucking them. When he starts nibbling on my nipples scraping my tout skin with his teeth, I cringe in ecstasy. It sends shivers though me that I almost fell on him.

I can hear myself moaning in ecstasy as he wraps his arms around my waist and start licking and kissing the area below my navel. I grab his head and press his face against my stomach, I can feel his rubbing his face against my skin and his hands cupping my moon. I close my eyes as I tilt my head back and moan softly, "That is so good, baby."

I feel as if I have a memory relapse when he starts playing with the cherry in the crevices of my rear since the next thing I realize is having his face in my crotch, and his tongue exploring the area between my leg and my penis. I shudder again and I can feel the goose bumps on the back on my neck.

He pauses for a moment and then guides his wet tongue licking my balls and my cock hardens even more when it brushes against his face. He licks my balls with much deliberation and care that I feel my body trembling. I clench my teeth to compensate the overwhelming wave that begins to sweep through my entire existence.

Then, he start to work on my shaft, licking from the base to the very tip and I can feel his wet tongue touching the tip of my harden shaft. I look down when he begin to fondle my penis with his tongue and I can hear myself moaning with pleasure when I see the tip disappears in his mouth. I reach down, grabbing his head by his hair and begin push my crotch in his face, and he made no effort to resist me.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks when he pauses for a moment.

"Yeah," the only reply I can make.

Perhaps it is the sound of my moaning that trigger something within him - he begin taking me intensely and his hands kneads my moon even harder. Consequently, I moan even harder, not being able to hold back the emotions within me.

"Oh, baby!! Suck me! Suck me good!!" I command and he obeys without saying a word.

The rhythm of his sexual acts seems to move in cycle, shifting from being passionate to being intense and then back to being tender and erotic. As his mouth works on my cock, he gently touches my balls with his soft fingers.

The sound he made reflects his pleasure taking and wanting more of me as much as I had taken and wanted him. I can almost feel the blood gushing into the veins of my shaft making it throbbing even harder in his mouth.

"Take my cock deeper, baby," I say as I grab him by the hair and begin to fuck his face, pushing my torso harder and deeper into his face. It does not take us that long to work on a rhythm that we both enjoy. He clings to be obediently, giving me pleasures beyond my expectations.

I suddenly find myself being afraid if I cannot hold on back the waves of pleasure that is sweeping me off my feet. Part of me want to cum in his mouth, but part of me want more than that -I want to feel being in him.

I pull his head away from my cock and quickly lean down to kiss his wet mouth. His hand quickly reaches out to grab my hard penis and gently fondles it. Our kisses are long and passionate that I have to pause between them take breath.

We kiss for the longest time and when we pause, he reaches for a pack of condom and a tube of lubricant from under the pillow. I grab his head and push my mouth to his, and we kiss again passionately and during that time, he is able to get the condom out of the tear packet. I make no effort to resist him putting the condom on my cock. The cool lubricant that he spreads over the tip of my shaft sends shivers throughout my body.

Before he lays himself in bed, he grabs a pillow and lay it under his waist to elevate the level of his rear. I take my position between his legs and begin to smear the lubricant at his butthole. He closes his eyes anticipating the penetration as I slowly prepare to push a finger into his entrance to loosen the muscles around his butthole.

I notice him holding his breath and moaning slightly when the finger penetrates him. The look on his face intensifies my desire to penetrate him even more. I slowly push a second finger into his butt and again, he moans with pleasure.

He moves my hand away and shakes his head when I start to touch his hard, smooth penis. "I don't want to cum too quickly," his whispers, and I nod my head with a smile.

After a few moment, I position myself in his crotch as he spreads his legs apart. The position he is in made it possible for me to penetrate him without having to raise his legs over my shoulders.

Ever so gently, I prepare to push my way into him and I can feel him clutching my shoulders to compensate the pain and the pleasure. He moans though his clenched teeth when the tip of my shaft begin to invade him. I wait for a moment to see his further reaction and to decide if I should stop or continue.

As his open his eyes, his clutches soften and he begins to breath. He smiles at me and his eyes reveal the ecstasy he is experiencing. I smile back at him and carefully proceed to push my harden cock deeper into him, slowly and gently, not wanting to hurt him. I have often imagined having my shaft up his ass but I had never thought I can be so good.

He moans softly when I push my cock into his butthole until I am totally buried in his ass. While trying to withstand the pain of the penetration, he still tries to maintain his smile to indicate that he is enjoying having my cock in his butt.

I am unsure if I should rest the whole weight of my body on him but he make the decision for me when he reaches out his hands to hold my shoulders. As I lay my body on his and he wraps his arms around me. He does not seem to mind the weight as he clings tightly to my neck. We are soon locked in a tight embrace, kissing each other passionately, playing with our tongues in each other's mouth. He wraps his legs around my waist to secure himself to me.

Gently, I begin to rock my torso, pushing my harden shaft in and out from his ass to get into the correct rhythm where we can both enjoy. I see him holding his breath and whimpering every time I push my crotch into his ass as our lips part.

"Oh... That feels so good!!" I hear him whispering to my ear.

"Do you like it?" I ask.

"Yes, I like it... I like it very much."

I start to heave my torso, pushing my cock deeper into his ass and at the same time nibbling on his neck and shoulder.

"Bite me..." he commands. I obey. I hold him tightly in my arms and start bitting his neck and shoulders intensely.

His reaction is beyond my expectation. His grip on me tightens and I can feel his whole body tremble, almost in a spasm, and his moans get even louder. The love making between us gets more intense with every moment.

He whispers my name over and over again, and I can feel him tightening his butthole for me.

I keep pumping myself into him like there is no tomorrow, knowing that he is enjoying the love making as much as I do. The harder I invade him, the tighter his butt grips my cock. I can feel his fingers sinking into my skin and another hand kneading the moon of my ass.

"Fuck me, baby.. Fuck me harder!!" he says in a moan, "Fuck me good." Hearing that, I am more than happy to oblige.

"I love having my cock up your ass, baby!!" I whisper in his ears, before kissing him and then pushing my tongue into the mouth. He takes my tongue and sucks it hard.

Part 3

When our mouths part, he pushes my chest upward and I have to support myself with my arms. He then starts kneading my nipples with his hands, squeezing and pinching on them until they hurt a little, and I have to admit, I feel good. He only releases them when he raises his face to kiss and lick on my chest before proceeding to suck and nibble on my nipple. His sucks and nibbles are hard and intense and I enjoy having a slight aggressiveness on his part - the fire that really ignites the passion.

At the same time, I can feel one hand massaging my back while the other starts playing with my butthole. I moan calling his name when I feel a slight pain in my butt as his finger penetrates me. The sensation becomes more overwhelming and all I can do is moan and keep on pumping my cock in his ass.

The sound of the cracking wood in the fireplace and Haydn's symphony are drown by the sounds of our moans and our groans. It is so good that I am able to ignore discomfort of my knees.

Between having my cock pumping up his ass, being massage on my back, having his finger penetrating my butthole, and having him sucking my nipples, I feel that I can no longer hold back the sensation within me.

I realize that he is aware how close I am getting to the edge that he slowly stop everything he is doing and lays his head on the pillow.

As I look down at him, I continue to grind my thigh into his ass wanting to give him more satisfaction. The friction of my cock that pulsates within him provides indescribable pleasure for me and I can see him biting his lips and moaning with ecstasy. I can feel his cock pulsating with energy under my weight, being rubbed by our stomachs.

"You're gonna make me cum..." I say before I kiss him in the mouth.

He quickly clings onto my slippery body that is glistening with sweat, pulling my weight down on him and the muscles around his butthole tightens. The thought excites me even move. The waves of sensation that sweeps through me are getting uncontrollable. I grab his head and look in his eyes - I want him to see me when I am at the peak of my ecstasy as I shoot my load in him.

"I'm cumming, baby," is all I can say as I give a hard thrust into his ass and I can feel my throbbing cock explode in him. I can imagine my love juice gushing into his butt. The expression in his eyes and face reflect mixed emotion of pain and pleasure, and I can feel him gripping my cock. He moans out loud when I slowly pull my cock out. As I rest my head on his shoulder and sink my teeth into his neck, I close my eyes to give him another hard thrust with my cock.

The second thrust into his butthole made him moan my name out loud. I realize it is a signal telling me that he is reaching his climax and I can feel something wet under my stomach and by the way his arms grip me.

"Oh, baby!!!" He moans again, clinging tightly to me and not letting go. He moves himself rhythmatically forcing his butthole to grip my cock even tighter and milk me dry. My body shudders.

I surrender to my exhaustion after another thrust, and let my body rest on his. His face, strings with beads of sweat, seems calm and I just cannot help but obey my urge to kiss him lightly on his mouth.

He hold my face close to his and we kiss for the longest time and we both almost loose our breaths. I made an attempt to move off him, but he does not want to let me go. While my cock is still in him, I rest my head next to his and I can feel his warm breath against my neck.

His soft touch, caressing my back soothes me, and I fight hard not to fall asleep. I realize that he will not be comfortable with our position since I am much heavier than him. I look at him again and say, "I want you to rest on me."

He nods his head and let me go, allowing me remove my cock out of him. I reach for his towel and remove the condom from my cock and wipe the excess cum on my and his stomach. As I lay next to him and rest of my back, I pull him to lie on me. It feels wonderful when kiss me on the cheek and flash a smile to me before burying his face on my neck and cuddling closer to me. I no longer need to imagine how it feels to have his smooth body pressing against mine.

There is no words spoken to each other and I do not feel there is any need for that. He raise his head and look at me for a moment and then gently touch my face with his soft hands. His lips touch mine again and this time, his kiss is tender and loving.

When we stop, he lays his head on my shoulder and rest his hand on my chest. As I wrap my arms around him, I cannot help but feel overjoy for having him as a guest for the weekend.

Although I try hard not to fall asleep, I seem to be unable to keep my eyes open. The radio is silent and I can no longer hear Haydn's Symphony No. 8 CD that I had put on the player while he was taking his shower.

I look at the fireplace and notice the fire has dwindle to flickering flames. I want to just get up and put more firewood, but I realize that it would mean that I have to let him go and I am not willing to do that for now. It will be cold in the morning, but I do not think that it would be that bad since we have each other to keep us warm.

As I listen to the calmness of his breathing, I finally realize that this is what he had meant about sharing intimate moments in front of the fireplace.

For now, the feeling of having him in my arms and experiencing the intense love making with him is enough to last a life time. I take a deep breath and hold him tighter in my arms. The darkness begins to swallow me, and this time, I do not resist, for this time, he is where I want him to be...