Gay Erotic Stories

I decided to refocus on my relationship with my girlfriend for a while - kind of reassert my masculinity and dominance over her, knowing I had allowed myself to be seriously used my some grown men. I like the sex with women on some levels, but then again the idea that she doesn't really appreciate my hot body or all the sensitive parts started to play on me again. She would never rim me, and barely does a passable blow job. It's just me getting off on her body and of course fucking her.

Still, I thought it was a good idea to lay low around the gym and my neighbor. But an interesting opportunity presented itself in the way of a business trip. My boss wanted me to go with him on an out of state business trip. Interestingly, he claimed that the hotel was booked solid the first night so we would have to share a room. The next 2 nights I would get my own room.

I was immediately suspicious of my boss. He's a very goodlooking man of about 40, always wears tailored clothes with a nice bulge in his pants, he's charming and charismatic. He also has a wife and 2 kids so I didn't peg him as being gay. I heard one rumor from Troy at the gym, saying he heard a story about my boss in the steam room. But he didn't see it firsthand. Still, the hotel story checked out - the hotel was booked the first night due to a convention, but the next nights had some availability.

We arrived at the hotel early evening, so we just went downstairs to have drinks and dinner. Definitely have a comfortable vibe, and I felt myself letting my guard down. I must remember this is my boss and be 'good'.

Back in the room, I was ready to turn in but he turned on the tv. He suggested we get into our boxers and have a Baileys nightcap. I said okay and I grabbed some boxers and unbuttoned my shirt. I turned around and peeled off my pants and briefs in a quick motion - being sure to pause briefly while struggling getting the pants off my ankles, and quickly pulled up my boxers. I turned around as I was putting on a tee shirt, and he was out of his pants and shirt. He must have worn boxers underneath. He smiled as he grabbed the bottle and glasses and proceeded to pour. I sat on the loveseat, and he saddled up next to me. Damn, I could smell his faint underarm masculine scent - and his chest and body rivaled mine. "You said you didn't have as much time to work out as me because of your family!", I exclaimed. "you have a kick ass body!". He laughed, but said he still made time before coming into work - that's why we never see each other at the gym. He also smiled, thanked me for my compliment and said cheers with our glasses. After a little more banter and silly conversation I got a little more brave. The boxers I wear open up in front when I sit a certain way, so I leaned back slightly to relax, pretending not to notice my bush and the base of my cock were visible if he looked. Then I pretended to be interested in David Letterman to give him a chance to look. Peripherally, I know he noticed and that gave me the start of an embarrassing hard on, so I had to mentally go elsewhere. I absentmindedly adjusted and covered mostly, but the top of my shaft was now shining brightly. I played dumb and watched tv, commenting on the show. I noticed he adjusted a little too and settled in comfortably. He put his arm behind me on the loveseat and I was never so turned on being under the smell of his musky underarm scent. The things I was becoming attracted to were unimaginable to me 10 years ago.

So I remembered where I was, so I told him I should get into bed. He reached behind me and squeezed the back of my neck for a few seconds and said sleep well. I'm going to watch this a few more minutes and then turn in. I got up quickly because I was tenting and walked over to the bed. I pulled off the tee shirt and noticed he was watching tv, so I pulled down my boxers and would leave them by the bed so that when he came over he would notice I slept naked. But as I stood there naked with a semi-hard, he looked over and said he set the alarm for 6:30. I acted nonchalantly as peeled back the covers stark naked and jumped in, adding okay, thanks. God, now I wanted to explode under the sheets - stripping down for my hot boss. I kept telling myself to think about dead puppies or something, so my horniness and need to expose myself to other men doesn't kill my career.

Somehow I went to sleep and awoke the next morning before the alarm went off. There was some light coming in around the curtains, but still dark enough. I sensed he was awake too, but not stirring, so I did a daring move. I got up to piss fully naked with my morning hard practically kissing my belly button. It took a few minutes to get into a position to piss and then it was time to go back out. I decided to fuck it and just go back the same way, but the delay sprang my cock back up to full attention. I opened the door and breezed out, but it was suddenly brighter: he was up and had opened the curtains and turned to face me 3 feet away. I pretended to be sleepy and surprised, attempting to cover my stiff cock and apologizing. He laughed and said "Good morning to you too". Funny thing was he looked just a little tented in his shorts to, but I jumped into bed. He said he was going to shower real quick and then I could get in.

After the door closed and the shower started, I couldn't stand it. I grabbed my silicone lube, threw off all of the sheets and went to town pounding my meat. Damn, I was so horned up and hard that this won't take a minute! Sure enough, in about that amount of time I felt the rise and began to shoot. As soon as it started, my boss walks in on me! I couldn't stop it and the first gush splashed hard across my face which made it hard to apologize or say anything. I had no sheet or anything to cover up. He stood there frozen and, I think, enjoying having this incident to hold over me if he wanted.

He didn't say a word, except I'm sorry. I rolled over on my stomach and told him this must be the most humiliating situation I've ever been in. Strangely he came up very close, put his hand on the small of my back - which made me quiver almost uncontrollably - and said it was his fault. "I know you thought I was in the shower and men need to find time for that stuff in close quarters. Don't worry about it - sorry, but I forgot to grab my razor out of the bag so I can shave in the shower".

And that was it...I brought it up again at breakfast, but he said it's forgotten and he would never say anything.

But there was one more incident that would test our working relationship that would happen two nights later...