Gay Erotic Stories

Richard Marshall, CEO of World Wide Enterprises, was sitting poolside at the Royal Palm Hotel on the beautiful island of St. Benjamin reading a book and sipping on the non-alcohol beverage that the poolside waiter had brought to him. He had come to St. Benjamin Island two days ago, primarily to get away from his hectic life in Los Angeles, which included an unfaithful ex lover who was threatening to sue him for patrimony. This was Richard's escape and chance to get away and think about his life and what to do next. So far he was having fun on the beautiful island which was full of friendly people, surf, sun, and very hot looking and sexy men. He was actually thinking about not returning to LA at all. Leaving on the island of St. Benjamin was not a bad thought. Richard had everything he needed or wanted. He was attractive, a handsome black man with a neat goatee and a well kept, well formed body. He was often told he resembled actor Morgan Freeman. As the head of the largest black owned corporation in America he was very, very wealthy and a powerful force in corporate America. There was nothing he couldn't have and he wanted for nothing. He felt he had a good life.

“Excuse me, Mr. Marshall,” the waiter had returned with a cordless phone in his hand. " You have a phone call from the states sir." Richard removed his sunglasses and took the phone. The voice on the other end was the one voice he had not expected to hear from. “Hello Richard, are you having fun?” Gary's voice cut through Richard like a knife through butter but he was not going to let his ex get to him. Their relationship was over and no matter what Gary did Richard would never pay him one one thin dime. “I'm having a great time. I’m so glad your not here." There was a moment of silence before Gary spoke. “So I take it that your lawyer told you what I plan on doing.” “A palimony suit. If you think you're getting one red dime of my money...” “If I can't have you then I'll have your money.” “You could have still had me if you hadn't been fucking the damn gardener." Richard spat. “You don't undertsand…” “ I understand you're a piece of trash and a slut. If want the gardener you can have him. Good luck living in squalor!”

Richard clicked the phone off and called for the waiter, who came rushing over. “I'm not to be bother by anymore phone calls. You understand me?” “Yes sir, Mr. Marshall.” Richard had returned to his book, trying to keep his temper in check. Suddenly someone was standing directly in his sun light and was refusing to move out of the way. Richard put his book down and looked up. He found himself looking at the back and backside of a tall black man with a burnt almond complexion. His back was rippling with muscles down to his fine tight ass which were clad in bright red spandex Speedo’s. Richard could feel an erection form as he gaze at the ass of this god which was with in hand grabbing range. He had to fight the urge to grab a chunk of that ass and start nibbling on it. Then the object of his lust turned to face him and Richard was looking right at his crotch and the bulge there in. The front of this god was just as if not more impressive than the back. He sported the most incredible set of well formed abs that he'd ever seen. His chest was covered lightly with hair that trailed down his stomach and vanished inside his red Speedo’s. The face of this man was handsome, molded not chiseled. He sported a conservative fade hair style and sported a thin mustache and then there were those eye...big, brown and gorgeous.

Richard had to lay his book over his growing and raging boner as the man looked down at him smiling in what Richard had to say in an odd way. He wondered if the brother had noticed his erection before he could hide it. Then he spoke and it was a voice deep and sexy. “Excuse me,” he said. “Are you enjoying my book?” Richard blinked. What was this man talking about? He'd bought this book today at the bookstore. It was his and no one else. “I beg your pardon but this is my book.” The man smiled again and Richard felt his heart race and leap.” “No what I meant was are you enjoying my book... I wrote it.”

Richard looked at the back cover where the author's photo was located. Richard almost turned pale as he look at the two faces before him. Before Richard could speak, then man extended his hand to him. “I'm Joseph Simmons, author.” “Richard Marshall.” He said slowly shaking the strong hand. “Millionaire.” Joseph Simmons smiled. “May I join you?” Richard nodded and Joseph sat in the lounge chair next to him.

“So how do you like my book?” Richard smiled. “Not bad. Though normally I don't read spy novels, but you have great insight. Were you once a spy?” “No, but my Uncle was with the secret service. I did a lot of research.”

As the two men chatted, Richard learned that Joseph Simmons was 33 years old and had been in the Marine Corp. Richard was finding himself getting more into this man with each word. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight” Richard asked? Joseph smiled. “Sure, where?” “We'll go to one of the local restaurants. Are you staying here at the hotel?” “Yeah. Room 141.” “How does eight o'clock sound?” “Like a date,” Joseph said.

They met in the lobby, both men dressed in comfortable casual attire. They took Richard's limousine to a local restaurant called "Chez Elegance" after they had a nice dinner they dropped into one of the local dance clubs where they danced and drank until past midnight. They were both feeling wonderfully buzzed and incredibly horny. As they sat in the back of the limousine Richard couldn't resist the urge to touch Joseph. He placed his hand on Joseph's crotch and as Joseph looked at him, Richard could feel Joseph's cock start to grow. “I was wondering how long you were going to wait,” he said with a smile. They both moved forward and started kissing. It was hot, passionate and sexy. Their tongues danced and sparred as they devoured each other. They pulled, pawed and ripped at each others clothing until they were both naked a with raging erections in the back of the limousine. Richard looked at Joseph's golden naked body and felt shivers all over. This was a man of perfection. He looked down and Joseph's eight inch cock and he immediately bent down and began sucking it. Joseph let out a low groan as Richard devoured his cock. Taking every inch and sucking it hungrily. “Ohh God!” Joseph moaned. “What..about...the...driver?” “He hears nothing.” Richard said as he continued sucking Joseph's cock. “Oh God...yes..suck that cock." Richard reached around and began to finger Joseph's ass and he let out a sharp yelp as Richard's finger invaded his ass. “Ohhhh SSShit!! Ohhhh Shit! Work that ass baby!” Richard's hot mouth worked on Joseph's cock and down to his balls while he fingered his ass. Then Richard laid him down on the leather seat in the limo and began sucking his nipples until Joseph was ready to scream out with his finger still up his ass wiggling and going in and out. " Ohhhh Ahhhh Man!" Joseph moaned. Richard covered Joseph's body, his rock hard cock pulsating and throbbing. Joseph spread his legs as Richard's cock pierced his ass and he began fucking him. Joseph wrapped his legs around Richard as he fucked and pounded on that fine, bronze ass. “Ohh yes daddy. Oh fuck that ass! It's your ass,” Joseph groaned and moaned. Both men held on to each other as the limousine rolled on and they rocked in the back. Richard could feel himself ready to explode inside Joseph. He held him tight, panting and pumping trying to hold on before he erupted.

Joseph begged for release, for an end to the fantastic, torturous pleasure. Richard couldn't hold on anymore and exploded. Both me yelled as they came. Back at the Royal Palm hotel they got out of the limousine, their clothes slightly dishelved and both with the fresh look of hot sex on their faces. With no concern on who may be watching, Richard grabbed Joseph and kissed him hard. “This night is far from over. I had you in my limo and now I want you in my bed.” “Anything you want” Joseph said, and they walked into the hotel. Pt 3. coming soon