Gay Erotic Stories

He was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. He had no flaws; he was the perfect guy. He had the eyes. He had the body. He had the smile. And he had to be straight. His name was Josh and it seemed like I had drooled over him for years and years. It is very frustrating when you are gay and the guy you want more than anyone else in the whole world is the total opposite. Sometimes you just wish you were born with a hole between your legs, just so you could make your impossible fantasies come true. Most straight guys will admit it, "If you were a girl, I'd let you suck me off...but man this whole gay thing...it's just gross." Some will point out to you that they have no problem with gays, they just don't want the gays do hit on them. Others will just be straight-out mean and let everyone in the world know they are homophobic. But not Josh. He was very kind when he told me the words I'd waited two years NOT to hear: "Sorry dude, but no." That's right, it took me two years to finally tell this guy that I was gay. He worked with me at a grocery store in my hometown and I saw him practically on a daily basis. Every day I would stare at him every chance I could, and hold my breath whenever he would lift up his shirt or bend over while picking something up off of the floor. Every day I hoped that when I finally got the balls to tell him I was gay, he would tell me he would allow my biggest fantasy to come true -- I could suck off God's gift to the Earth. But no, I had anticipated the moment all so very incorrectly. But, there was hope, he had no problem with me being gay, and I quickly began to come up with some other options. I could bribe him with money. All guys like money, right? Even if his head was out my car window puking his guts out, he would still let me do the deed because he was blinded by the dollar signs in his eyes. I could blackmail him. He'd cheated on his girlfriend, and I knew about it. But now things with her had gotten more serious, and I could manipulate him into giving me what I wanted. But that was too easy. That was wrong. And that's not how I like to do business. Or, I could get him piss-ass drunk and blow him. But then again, I'm pretty sure he would have a little bit of a clue if I asked him if he wanted to get drunk what I was aiming for. So I began to utilize my list of options. I started with the money. "Josh, look, I know I told you that I would drop this whole thing but I think I have come up with a solution that will make us both happy. I'll give you $500 if you let me do it. Just one time, and nothing more. Please." But that little trick got me nowhere. He responded, "Jon, no offense, but you could give me a million dollars and I still wouldn't let you do that. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is." "It's because of your damn girlfriend isn't it? You have deep feelings for her now and you don't want to cheat on her in any way, shape, or form whatsoever, am I right? Is that the REAL reason why you won't let me? You cheated on her with someone else, why can't you do it again?" So I tried the blackmail. He resented me and told me that even if I did tell his girlfriend, that he would either deny it or he would never talk to me again. And I couldn't have that, so I dropped the blackmail idea. But what was a poor-gay-guy-who-is-obsessed-over-someone-he-cannot-have to do in a situation like this? Well, if you're waiting for the part where the impossible happens, you're there: It all happened on the 4th of July of 1998, when I finally got his Hot Rod in my mouth. I'll never forget how I did it, either, and it all seemed so simple. Of course, the most complex things in life seem to always turn out easy. "What's wrong Josh? Julie problems?" Mr. Josh was down that day. I noticed right away when I walked into work that morning. His head was sunk into his hands, and he had this 'great depression' look on his face, as if the world were about to come to an end. "That would make you happy, wouldn't it?" he said and walked away to help a customer. But another employee helped the customer instead. And it's a good thing, because I probably wouldn't have said what I did. "She won't give you head, will she?" Josh looked me in the eye and didn't say a word. Finally, after he got done staring into space, he spoke. "What makes you think that, Jon?" "Well, I know you Josh, and there isn't anything in this world that you like more than to have a wet, warm tongue slithering up and down your throbbing cock. That's all." He knew I was right. "Yeah, but not from a guy." "Guy, girl. What's the difference? Head is head. If someone put you in a room and gave you a blindfold to put on, and then gave you head -- you would still love every minute of it, regardless of who it was -- whether it be a girl, guy, or even an ALIEN!" I managed to get a chuckle out of him. "Now THAT would be kinky," he said.