Gay Erotic Stories

He has the prettiest most soul-catching eyes I have ever seen. Just one look from him and you feel he has looked right into your soul. He was straight; I am totally open and gay. I fell in lust with him the first time I saw his eyes. He knew how to play the game. I’m a headhunter for construction companies: I find jobs for the guys who come to me. When I first saw Bill I knew that I would have to keep him working so that I could see him each day. He knew I was gay and knew how to play me in order to get the best jobs. He would flirt and touch me, keeping me at bay, teasing just enough to keep me doing his bidding. I always wished I was one of the many beautiful women he would constantly be seen with, or at least be able to watch him as he made love to them and fucked them. One day Bill had gotten off work and had a few drinks with the guys. His ride did not shown up, so he came into the office and asked me to call him a cab to get him home. I told him I would be getting off in a few minutes and would be glad to give him a ride home. He said, "I'll take the ride but do not expect to be getting off." He is such a tease. I told him he had nothing to worry about, that I was only offering a ride and that I did not care to sleep with a man who had had too much to drink. We both laughed. A few minutes later I closed up, locked the doors and told Bill to get in my truck, I was going to give him a ride he would not soon forget. We then proceeded to his house. On the way there he asked if I would mind stopping at the liquor store. I stopped, and he bought a bottle of liquor and a pack of cigarettes. After he got back in the truck and we were headed down the street, he opened the bottle and took a large swig. He offered me a drink. Just knowing my mouth would be where his had just been, I gladly accepted. I too took a big swig and licked the neck of the bottle. He called me a perv but then grabbed the bottle and took another swig. As we pulled into his drive he asked if I would like to come in. Maybe I said yes a little too quickly, based on the look on his face, but I had gone too far to back out now. His apartment was a small studio: Kitchen on one wall, futon on the other. As we went in he said, “It's small but it's home.” We sat on the futon, him on one end me on the other. We chatted about nothing for a few minutes. He then said he had to piss and take a shower, but I was welcome to watch the news and we could grab a bite if I wanted after he took his shower. I was not sure where he was leading but decided to stay to see where it would lead. When he went into the bathroom he did not close the door all of the way. Whether he did this on purpose or by accident I couldn’t tell. I could hear him pissing a few seconds later and wished that I could be in there watching him. Right after that I heard the shower running; he was in there for an eternity or so it seemed. When I heard the water shut off, I heard him say, “SHIT!” I asked if there was a problem. He said, “Hell yeah. I forgot to grab a towel. Would you mind handing me one?” He hid behind the door as I handed it to him. He thought I had seen nothing, but the mirror behind him gave me a perfect view of his beautiful ass. I was in lust! I wanted to go in and eat his ass and suck him off right there and then. But I really valued the friendship we had built and did not want to jeopardize it, so I returned to the futon, but sat in the middle. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in the towel. Was he teasing or just comfortable with me? He got a pair of blue jeans out of the closet and pulled them on without removing the towel and giving me not even a glimpse of him. He then sat on the futon next to me. As he sat our knees brushed; I was in heaven. He asked if I would like another drink. I said, "I think I need it." He asked if he was turning me on. I said, "Oh hell yes!" He then said, “I am not that way and you know it.” I said, “Sure, sure. Whatever,” and we both laughed. He walked to the kitchen and I got another look at that ass in those jeans: damn were they tight! When he came towards me I noticed a nice bulge in the front. As he sat back down I could not help myself: I put my hand right on his crotch and looked into those incredible blue eyes of his. I told him that I really wanted to please him, and that if he would let me I would never tell another living soul. He was stronger than I and pushed my hand away and said, “We can be friends but I am not going to do that with you.” I was crushed but noticed that his bulge was growing. I asked for another swig off the bottle. I took one, and then he did. As he was swigging I placed my hand on his cock again. He pushed it away again and I tried to place it there yet again. Before I knew it we were on the floor wrestling. He had me pinned by sitting on my chest, his crotch just inches from my face. I tilted my head into his crotch and gently bit him. He then grabbed my head and forced it into even further into his crotch. He asked, “Is this what you want, perv??” I was so horny I could not answer. He said, “This is going too far; we have to stop.” As he moved off of me, I knocked him over and lay on top of him. My hand immediately started kneading his hardening cock. He did not struggle to move or get away. I unbuttoned his jeans and thrust my hand into them; I grabbed his cock and pulled it out, before he knew what I was going to do I had it in my mouth and was sucking it like it would be my last blowjob: I was swallowing him to the root. He was moaning, saying, “Suck it, faggot! You got it in your mouth, now show me how much you like it!” I sucked him for all I was worth. He then pushed me off his cock and stood up to take off his pants. When he got them off I moved to my knees and sucked the biggest load I have ever sucked out of a man into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. He sat down out of breath and totally drained. He asked if I would like to spend the night since by now it was almost 11pm. I said sure. We then opened the futon and cuddled like lovers. I ran my hands over his chest and across his crotch; I wanted more and his thumping dick told me he did too. I moved down and started sucking him again. As soon as he was good and hard, I asked him if he would fuck me. He said, “We’ve gone this far, why not?” He then lifted my ankles moved in and fucked me like a two-bit whore the rest of the night.