Gay Erotic Stories

"Yes?!"

I wished I could take back the annoyed tone of my voice. There stood before me a man I would have yearned to pick up had I spotted him at the bar where I was cruising earlier. He looked middle-eastern, was dark-haired, around my height of 5'10", broad-shouldered in a navy business suit with a grey tie the exact shade of his shirt. He looked forty-ish, a head full of wavy hair but greying here and there.

He did not utter a word, apparently speechless. I realized I was quite a sight, my hair still dripping wet and probably a mess. I was barefoot and with nothing but just a towel around me. Inside, I was glad I greeted him this way, whoever he is. I look good, I work out regularly. I'm not very muscular, but defined enough even though I'm on the stocky side. I could see the gentleman was checking me out nervously, his gaze flickering all over me. I smiled encouragingly.

"Can I help you, mister?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he composed himself. "I'm looking for Mr. Ashley Ibrahim."

"That's me. And you are..?"

"I'm Raj, from Crofthill Condominiums."

"Oh my god," I exclaimed. "Please, come on in." I ushered him into the room, and invited him to sit. I grabbed some clothes from my luggage and headed for the bathroom. I realized he was Indian, with a name like Raj, not middle-eastern as I had thought.

I had flown to Singapore from Kuala Lumpur to market timber from my family's business to a proposed condominium development. It had been a trying first day of meetings for negotiations and product displays for everybody from architects and interior consultants to the owners and the managers of the main contractor. Then I had gone to a gay bar and all I got was a lousy blowjob via a glory hole in the gents room. There were only a few men I was remotely interested in picking up, but they were clinging to some Caucasians. Not a very productive day at all.

"Is there a problem with my proposal, Mr. Raj?" I called out to my unexpected guest while getting into a t-shirt and shorts. What the hell, it was ten in the evening and he had appeared without an appointment.

"No, none at all. Not to worry, Mr. Ibrah..."

"Just Ashley, please. Call me Ashley." I walked to the mini-bar and opened it, perusing its contents.

"You call me Raj, then."

"Okay. Have a drink. What would you like?"

"Some bourbon with coke, please."

"Sounds good," I nodded. "I think I'll join you." I had noticed that Raj had taken the liberty to move to the double bed. I said nothing about it and sat with him. I could barely refrain from stroking the stubble on his beautiful square jaw and planting my lips smack on his. I handed him his drink.

"Thanks, I'm so sorry to suddenly turn up like this," he began charmingly.

I waved my hand, silencing him. "It's okay, really. You're lucky I'm in. I just got back half an hour ago."

"Yes, I know. You were at Taboo."

My hand tightened around my glass. My smile was gone. After a long pause, during which he shifted his gaze away from mine, I spoke quietly. "Do you mind telling me what this is about."

"This is awkward for me, believe me, really," Raj said, his big brown eyes under stunning eyelashes pleaded for understanding. "I'll go straight to the point."

"I think you had better. Quickly."

"My family is the owner of the project. You met my brother, Sunil, in his office earlier."

"He's your brother. Okay. So what?" I recalled a dark, swarthy man with glasses and a moustache. Tall, handsome, business suit, polite, yummy...

"He likes you."

"What do you mean?" I was starting to get nervous, yet my cock was stirring in my shorts.

"Sunil wants to get to know you...well, how do I say this? Personally. Very personally," Raj ventured. Beads of perspiration had started to collect on his forehead.

I laughed. "Oh, shit! You don't mean he wants to fuck with me?"

Raj broke into a delightful smile. He placed his drink onto the floor ran his hands through his thick wavy hair. "Yes, that's it. That's what I want to tell you, Ashley."

"Why can't he just come here and tell me himself? Are you running errands for him or what?" I demanded.

"He's a married man, you see," Raj disclosed sadly. "He doesn't get to do this very often. He's very discreet, very shy. He knows I like men, so he asked me to check you out. He thinks you might be the same, too."

"And now you know for sure, because you've been following me around. You fucking bastard." I smiled to let him know I meant that in a teasing way.

Raj heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you're not mad."

"I should be, you know. I mean, what the hell, man. He likes me but he sends you over to ask me for a fuck."

Raj frowned. "I'd rather you call it a date, if you don't mind. How old are you, Ashley?"

"Thirty. You?"

"I'm forty-five. Sunil is forty-two." He patted a palm onto a thigh repetitively.

"You look really good for forty-five," I praised him. It was true. He was in a suit but I could tell he was pretty trim from his face, which was shapely with barely defined cheekbones. And he was well dressed. The suit was sleek, the tie and shirt in the same colour was trendy, and his face, god, what a face to die for! Think Alec Baldwin.

I wanted Raj badly, I decided. I have to run my hands all over him and suck him dry, and I definitely have to kiss those lips. I'll just go for it, I thought.

Raj's eyes became wide open in surprise when I got onto the bed and faced him on my knees. I took off my t-shirt, my fingers quickly latching onto my nipples, stroking them awake. My cock was throbbing, the erection visible in my shorts. "Like what you see, Raj?" I asked.

"Yeah..." he replied huskily, his eyes dreamy.

"I figure you should check the goods for your own approval before you hand them over to your brother. For defects and stuff."

"Defects?"

"Like if my cock is big enough, my Malay skin smooth enough, my ass tight enough to grip you real good. Things like that, Raj. Think you can handle the responsibility?"

"Your cock looks big enough, Ashley." Raj licked his lips. I had lowered my shorts down, enough to release my manhood into view. I waved it around. A drop of precum oozed out, and I smeared it a little around the top of my dickhead.

"I'm going to suck that for you, baby. Daddy is going to suck that real good," Raj whispered.

"Okay, daddy. Time to shut the fuck up and get undressed."

Frankly, I didn't know where to start. For starters, Raj was more than trim: He was actually muscled with abs so defined they put mine to shame, considering I'm fifteen years younger. He had pecs deliciously sprinkled with dark hair, and large brown nipples that just begged to be licked and nibbled. His thighs were thick and so hairy I could spend days with my nose buried all along them like a hungry dog. His cock was majestically, beautifully THICK. It wasn't particularly long, maybe 8", but oh god it was thick, and meaty, with veins. Like me he was circumcised. With low hanging balls, the slightly-upturned fat cock was a magnificent specimen of the family jewels. My greedy mind was already wondering how his brother Sunil would turn out. I wasn't bad either in the length department, I was almost as long, but while meaty, too, nowhere near as thick as Raj.

I started to drool as I lay back onto the pillow, stroking my cock. "Raj," I told him honestly. "You're so fucking beautiful all over I don't know where to start, daddy."

Raj let out a throaty laugh, shaking his head. He put a finger to his lips, indicating I should stop talking. He lowered himself beside me and we kissed fiercely while my hands grabbed the back of his head, and while he squeezed my buttocks hungrily. My hands explored his hairy chest and arms, quickly venturing down to his cock. We both moaned, feeling how big and hard and warm his tool was in my hands.

"I have to fuck you, Ashley," Raj said dreamily.

"One thing at a time," I soothed his lust, inhaling the odour of his neck.

I gently pushed his head down so that he could lick my chest. His tongue found my nipples, licking them barely and slowly, making me thrash myself against him. His tongue never left my body as it snaked its way down to my cock. His mouth engulfed it completely, suddenly, so that I yelled out in uncontrolled bliss as he sucked me passionately, his hair flopping up and down as he rapidly drove my cock in and out of his mouth.

"You're gonna make me cum, daddy!" I warned him.

At that, Raj flipped me over and roughly spread my asscheeks, settling his head on them, then his tongue started to dart furiously around my asshole. I raised my arse higher in the air so he could gain better access. "You like that, huh?" Raj panted, grinning, halting his tongue assault after a while to catch his breath. He inserted a finger in slowly, which startled me a little at first, but then I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. A low moan escaped my lips. Then I remembered how big he was, how much I wanted to suck him. He was gonna rip me apart with his cock soon if I let him carry on with the finger-fucking.

So I somehow wriggled out of the position and managed to persuade him to lie on his back. I held his cock with both hands, enclosing my lips around just his dickhead and started to lick it furiously. Oh boy, it tasted so good. Right there and then I had developed a new infatuation for Indian men.

Raj groaned, his eyes half-closed. "Oh yeah, Ashley. Suck me baby, suck daddy now. Good boy, goooood boy. Suck daddy. Aaahhh...ooh,yeah."

I tried my best to let it all slide in, and it did. Raj was kind enough to let me take my time, but he was encouraging me by gently pushing himself in and out, in and out. After some time, he started to pound away forcefully, grabbing my head and face-fucking me with such madness I soon seriously thought he was going to kill me.

I grabbed his hairy arms and forced them off my head, gasping for breath after I managed to free myself. "You fucking shithead!" I yelled, furious now yet still rock-hard and hungry for him.

"I'm sorry!" Raj hugged me tight. We kissed passionately. "Please forgive me. And please let me fuck you," Raj pleaded.

"I'm okay now," I panted. "Trust me, I want your fat cock fucking my brains out until your cum shoots out of my nose and ears. I want you, too, baby..."

Raj was already grabbing my butt with both hands, fingering my wet hole.

"...but turn around first. I want to kiss your ass, daddy."

His big brown butt was hard and hairy with dark coarse hair. As I parted his cheeks, I could see the dark rosebud flinching at the touch of my teasing tongue. Raj groaned wildly. Encouraged, I inserted a finger, spitting at it regularly so that it could pump in more smoothly into that tight delicious ass. My mind was going wildly: I have to fuck this, I have to fuck this. Raj was already waving his ass around so that my finger, first one, then two then three, could stroke the velvety walls with more pressure. He was on all fours, moaning like a tortured soul. I mounted him, and without a second thought, simply entered him.

"OHH...FUCK...!!!" Raj yelled. My cock slid in so heavenly smoothly, my fingers had done their job well. I was smiling away with my eyes closed, panting, panting, along with Raj who was moaning in pleasure. He was pumping his cock with a hand while I pumped his ass; his sweet, delicious ass. Who would have thought a middle-aged man, hairy, mature, could be oh, so fucking tight, so velvety soft.

"Urgh! Yeah, oh god, fuck me good, boy. Urgh! Fuck daddy."

"Taking it like a man, daddy. I love your ass, daddy."

"I love your cock, boy. Fuck daddy good..."

We swayed to the beautiful dance, we were both now sweating profusely, both lost in the mad lust enveloping us.

"I'm cumming, Ashley," Raj said in a small voice. "I'm cumming."

I speeded up my pumping, grabbing his hair for balance while I really rammed his ass for all it was worth. We came simultaneously, Raj whining by now then yelling his head off while creating a pool of white steaming jizz on the bed sheet. Mine flowed freely out his brown ass, the colour of my man-juice against his butt contrasting beautifully. I groaned out loud, I was shacked! We both crashed back onto the bed, fuck-happy.

When we had caught our breath, Raj turned to me, cradling me in his brawny, brown hairy arms. I started to doze off.

"I can't wait for Sunil to meet you tonight," he whispered.

"What?" My eyes flew open.

"He's downstairs in the lobby, waiting for me to bring him upstairs to you."

"WHAT?? No fucking way!" I protested.

"You sure?" Raj winked.

"Is he as hot as you are?" I started to relent.

"Well, he's big like me," Raj said enthusiastically. "Why don't I fuck you first, then we'll call his hand phone, ask him to come up. Then he'll fuck you, then I'll fuck you again. Okay?"

"Sounds cool. Okay," I agreed.