Gay Erotic Stories

Hi, I'm John Stamos. You might remember me from my role on General Hospital or as Uncle Jessie. Breaking into the acting business is never easy. I’ve been told I have a good look and being Greek helps. I have to be honest, with a big dick and a tight ass just about anyone can get into the business. Another Greek actor, Costas Mandaylor showed me how to play the game and get the big parts.

Costas is one hot dude. He’s built and hung like a fucking horse; over 12 inches and he’s got a fucking muscular physique that gets me rock hard every time I lay eyes on him. I’ve been married a couple of years now and I do love my wife, but you can’t deny the Greek in all of us…sometimes you have a desire only another Greek boy can fill.

Costas and I meet at a cast party over a year ago. He was just wrapping up his latest project and so was I. Being Greek we both spoke a little of the ancient tongue. It soon became apparent that we were both checking each other out. He looked at his watch and it was about 10 pm. He told me he had something he needed to do and that he really enjoyed talking with me. I told him I enjoyed it too and he invited me over to his place to help him run some lines for a part he was thinking of trying out for. Since my wife was out of town for another month working on a movie, I figured it would be nice to hang out with a buddy rather then going home to an empty home.

I followed Costas to his house in my own car. He had a large two-car garage and he told me to pull my car in next to his. We were no sooner inside his house when off came his jacket and shirt. He told me to make myself comfortable and he offered to get me a drink. Seeing him in those tight black slacks and naked from the waist up got my mind racing. He has a sculpted muscular chest that really can turn your head. I work out and am solid, but nowhere near as built as this hunk.

He handed me a glass of Ouzo, a Greek liquor. He toasted to “friendship and all its possibilities” and we downed the drinks. He lifted up a script that was on the table and said, “This is it.” I looked at it; it seemed pretty thin, only about 40 pages. I figured it was either a one-act play or just a segment of the final script covering the sections he would be in. The title on the cover made me do a double take “Greek – The Hard Way!”

Before he let me open the cover he told me it’s a sequel to a very popular series of movies that celebrated ancient traditions. He placed out two glasses on the end table away from us. With one arm on the sofa behind me he leaned in and said, “it’s a radical departure from the mainstream movies I usually do, but I think it will get me in touch with my Greek heritage.” Then he continued, “And I think there might be a part that’s perfect for you in it as well.”

He picked up the remote and turned on his big screen TV and VCR and said he had the first movie in the series that might give me a better idea of what the movie is all about. He hit play and it began.

The screen credits gave the title, “Roman – The Building Of The Empire.” The first scene was of a Roman centurion, young, muscular and strong in full combat gear riding on horseback. He arrived at a humble home and dismounted and entered. It was a barracks where 4 other scantily clad soldiers sat around the room. The room fell silent as he entered. “Hail Caesar and the Empire” the young hunk said as he saluted.

“Enter and be welcomed,” said an older man, mid 40’s but built like a Roman God. I was getting turned on. That’s when I noticed Costas was openly groping his crotch. Leaning in he whispered in my ear “What they do next they learned from us Greek guys.” I turned and our faces were less then an inch apart. I found myself lost in his beautiful eyes. His warmth on my face. Then the sound of slurping. When I turned and looked at the screen the young solider was on his knees deep throating his commanding officer.

Costas’ hand found my crotch and my cock was rock hard. “Let’s take a look at the script,” he said. I opened the front cover and found a picture of Costas naked and rock hard. I turned the pages and found him naked, from every angle and with other men going at it hardcore.

“I’m married,” I whispered as he began stroking me.

“I know. I bet you promised her you would never have sex with another woman.”

I nodded, “yes.”

“Do I look like a woman to you.?” I turned and his lips found mine. A long deep kiss. My hands found his chest and soon we embraced as he pulled me on top of him. It was only a matter of a minute or two before we were both totally naked. My 10-inch dick pressed against his 12-inch pillion. He asked if I was experienced. I had fooled around with guys, but it had been years. His mouth found my neck, my chest, and finally my cock. His tongue found my asshole as he rimmed me like a pro. I was watching the video while this muscular Greek hunk tongue fucked my hole. Without a word he rose up on his knees. My legs were over his shoulders. I watched as the muscular solider on the screen did the same to a young recruit.

Costas leaned down and asked, “Do you think you can handle a big part?” We smiled as he took aim. His lips met mine – it was electric. He cock pressed into me with only his spit to lube me. I image how our ancestors use to do this in mountains all across Greece. He filled me. It was a struggle to take it all, but he was right, this part was perfect for me. We made love for over an hour before he filled me with the juice of the Gods.

When I woke the next morning, naked in his arms I wondered how I could ever go a day without him. My wife doesn’t know about Costas and I. He and I became best friends and no one seems the wiser. He offered to let my wife and I in on a great investment opportunity. We bought neighboring lots on a remote hillside outside of Los Angeles. We built houses together and Costas is “Uncle Costas” to my kids. My wife says how great it is to have my best friend so close…she doesn’t know how right she is.

Costas and I spend a lot of time together, always finding parts for the other in our movies so we can hang out together. When my son turned 18, Costas personally taught him what it means to be Greek. I didn’t find out for a year. I would have been mad, but how can you get angry when your own son bends over to show you how his big uncle taught him to take it. The three of us have been going Greek ever since.