Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** It had been about a month and a half since I screwed over Josh in Salt Lake City. After that he went home to Minnesota, did a few interviews, but from what I heard he was just kicking back and shacking up with his girlfriend. I knew he was going to be at the Oscars and that would mean a trip to his most dreaded destination: L.A. and Hollywood. Josh rolled into town without his girl, and did what was expected in terms of Oscar parties, luncheons and the whole nine yards. Clearly, Josh was uncomfortable in this town, a town that expected him to be accessible to everyone and demanded his time for him to be seen. I asked a buddy of mine to get me a union card that all workers would need to get into the post-ceremony gala parties. He obliged, and I was lucky enough to secure a seat in the third balcony of the new home of the Oscars, the Kodak Theatre. I caught my first glimpse of Josh when he was interviewed on the red carpet. This was not in his comfort zone; Josh disliked the impromptu interviews and small talk of 'Tinsel Town.' He looked great however, in the basic black tux, and his hair was longer than the last time I had fucked him over. It just flopped down on his forehead and his killer smile was evident throughout the interview. I kept my binoculars keyed on him in the audience and on stage. He was a listed presenter, and seemed only slightly nervous when he had to speak on stage. Josh had been in a couple of the nominated films (“Pearl Harbor” and “Black Hawk Down”), but had not yet distinguished himself in Hollywood to be considered anything more than an up-and-coming actor. After the show was concluded, I made sure not to lose sight of him and went into the first party: Elton John's annual bash. He had several chicks hovering around him trying to meet him, but he was just hanging out near the bar, drank about 4 beers, and then left for a second stop. I, of course, followed. He stayed quite a while at the second gig, thrown by Vanity Fair, and kept on drinking, only this time he was hitting the hard stuff. What could he be thinking? Did he dislike this kind of thing so much that 'it drove him to drink'? I could tell he was feeling the booze. After about 45 minutes he headed to the rest room for the second time. I gave him a minute and followed him in. Josh was at the urinal with his left arm against the wall and his head resting against it. His right hand was directing his piss into the urinal. I walked up behind him and reached around and grabbed his pissing penis and said, "Hey, dumbstick. You look so hot tonight, Josh. I could fuck you from now till forever." Josh wasn't even startled. He knew instantly it was I. I shook his cock, turned him around, stuffed his man meat back into his pants and zipped him up. When he saw it was I, it was like he had just been relieved all over again. "Let's get out of here, Josh, and go to my place. I have something special for you tonight. Besides, since being in L.A., I'm sure the only action you've seen has been by your own hand. We need to change that." The combination of beer and hard liquor had given him a major buzz and he went with me without question. Before we left, I stopped by the open bar. On the taxi ride to my hotel, I gave him a large drink. I called it my Oscar Special: it was a mixture of Everclear grain alcohol and cranberry juice. Josh downed it quickly. Boy was he going to be fucked up, in more ways than one! We got to my room and he staggered over to the bed; I told him to take his jacket and shirt off. Clumsily, but willingly, he removed his upper duds. I undid his cummerbund and let his pants drop to the floor. A gentle shove on his bare chest and he flopped back onto the bed. I removed his shoes, socks and his pants. I tickled his hips for a bit and then easily stripped him of his boxers. There he was, totally naked, hot as hell, and I couldn't wait to start. "Josh, remember, the first time I fucked you, and then again in Salt Lake?” "U-huh. “Tonight will be even better, Josh. You're going to be my boy toy slut and when we're done I'm going to leave you with something that escaped you tonight.” I got right on top of his slender sexy body and he let out a huge moan. I was reminded of his unbelievably sexy low voice and how I was always totally turned on by his moans and groans. "Ah, you must remember you like it when I screw with you." Josh replied, "Oh man, I just know it always feels so good." I began to thrust my hips into his and in no time his cock was growing and once I got him totally aroused, I told him I wanted him to fuck me first tonight. This really confused Josh, because normally he was just my bitch boy, but I wanted to feel his huge tool inside me, at least at first. I put my arms underneath his back and shoulders and rolled him over on top of me. I made it easy for him to have access to my ass, and helped him guide his perfect pecker into me. Slowly, at first, he thrust his cock in and out of me until he was penetrating me with his entire length. I remembered deep-throating his 10 inches and now it felt so good having his cock pumping my butt. He didn't take long to get totally aroused by what he was doing. I felt his cock get even harder and seemingly double in width. Josh exploded inside me. I felt the warmth of his 'Josh juice' fill me up and as he pulled out, another load of his man milk shot onto my stomach. I flipped him on his back and sucked him dry. Josh just groaned. I got up in his face, stuck my tongue in his ear and whispered, "Now Josh, you're mine for the rest of the night." Josh grinned. I spent the next hour fucking him in about 4 different positions on the bed, first doggie style and cranking the cream from his dick. I turned the hot hunk on his left side and he liked being fucked and stroked so much in that position, that I did him from the right side as well. Josh kept grabbing for his cock so he could squeeze his cream when he got excited. I usually slapped his hand away, as I wanted to be the one milking him. "Man, Josh, I am always amazed at how much cum you got and how fast you reload!" Finally, I hoisted his backside up in the air so his weight was on his shoulders and I took his legs, pushed them towards his head, and hooked them through the farthest rungs of the headboard. That way he didn't have to worry about his legs kicking around. This caused his hot hole to be at a 45-degree angle. I fucked him for 15 minutes in that position and when he shot his 'Minnesota milk', it went all over his face and into his hair. Next, I took him to the floor, did him there. I hoisted his great legs up so they rested on my shoulders, rubbed his inner thighs and made his chest heave each time I thrust my man meat deep inside his hot-Hartnett-hole. I told him to lock his legs and arms around me. He did and I lifted him up, took him over to the stuffed chair in the room and fucked him with him sitting on my 11-inch cock. Josh was groaning continuously as he shot his load on me. I took his spirit and rubbed it on his chest. He was covered totally by his wet and dry sperm. I took him in my arms again and we went into the shower. "Mmmmmmmm." He hummed and sputtered as the warm water trickled down over his head and onto his body. I lathered my hands and ran my soap-filled hands over every inch of his body. I noticed this turned Hartnett on so I asked him if he wanted to do it in the shower. He leaned forward and kissed my ear and said, "Yes." I took his head and pulled it back a bit so I could get to his neck and began biting him there. I then bit his chest a few times and turned him around. I placed his hands against the shower wall and made him bend over. My tongue began to explore his hot ass hole, evoking more pleasure moans each time my tongue invaded his perfect pucker. I shoved my finger up his hole and teased him by massaging his hot spot. Josh squirmed a bit and then I plunged my cock into him. "Uuhhhhh, uhhhhh, aw fuck, go faster," Josh begged. It wasn't long before I knew this slut slave would shoot his load, so I stopped and turned the shower off. I dried both him and me, and took the hair dryer and blow dried his soft hair and did the same with the hair in his pits and his trail and fluff. Jokingly, I said, "I suppose you want me to shove this up your butt too." Josh was still feeling the effects of the liquor and he said yes. I was tempted, but told him I had something better to shove up there. He was all clean again, so I took him back to the bed and told him just one more fuck. I could have read him incorrectly, but he seemed disappointed to hear that. I wanted to do him face to face. I wanted to be able to kiss his handsome face and taste his tongue. I worked his body over for about an hour, shot my load into him and made sure that I yanked all the 'Josh jizz' out of him again. Josh could barely move and was at the point of passing out from the constant fucking. I pulled him off the bed and put him on his knees so that his upper body fell back onto the bed and he was just kneeling there with his butt facing me. "Ya know Josh, I felt so bad that you didn't get an Oscar tonight. So, I figured you would like getting one from me." I pulled out an exact replica of the famous statue and began to work the head into his asshole. The little statue measured about 13.5 inches and once "Oscar's" shoulders were past Josh's sphincter, he took the rest of the golden man easily. "Oooohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh" Josh moaned as I twisted and turned the base of the award. One last push and the base, which had a diameter of around 4 inches, was plugging my "Hot-Nett's” Hole. "You're getting the Oscar, for 'Best Fucking Performance By A Totally Hot Stud' and I gotta tell ya buddy, since the first time we did it you only get better." Josh grinned this big grin, grunted and then finally passed out. I moved him onto the bed and left him a note. I'm not sure when he woke up but he must have read my note, which said, "Josh, you are the best fuck in the world, and you've got the Oscar to prove it! Page me if you want to get together again sometime." At about 4:30 that afternoon I had a page...it was from Josh. I didn't answer it. I just figured there would be another time when I’d get to fuck this stud.