Gay Erotic Stories

I got home from work cranky, thinking how the fuck was I going to survive another day at work with that Mr. Atkins around. He was my boss. I had been having an affair with him a couple of weeks after I joined the project, a building of a condominium, where I'm the timber supplier for the parquet of the bedrooms. I call Mr. Atkins by his first name, Rick.

I wasn't even supposed to be dealing with him. But then Raj and Sunil, brothers from the family that owns the property, and totally hot guys I had been screwing with on a regular basis, were back in Bombay to handle their main business there, and I'm left here to report to Rick. I hated Rick. He made me put all kinds of vegetables up my arse, which turned him on. Personally, I thought it was too weird, disgusting and humiliating, and normally I would have told such a guy to fuck off. But he's my boss now, and I've already promised my dad back in Kuala Lumpur that I would complete my job here without any screw-ups. I'm working for my family's business.

"He's such an asshole!" I whined to Raj on the phone. "I can't stand him, really. When are you and Sunil coming back?"

"Why were you such a dumbass as to sleep with Rick in the first place?" Raj scolded me gently.

"Because he ran into me blowing someone in the back alley of a gay club," I reminded him. "And now I'm always having to service the fucking bastard. Can't you have him transferred to Sydney or something? I heard you have a project there, too."

"We need him in Singapore," Raj said resignedly. "Listen Ashley, just put up with him about two weeks more. Then I'll be back, and god I'll fuck that ass of yours hard and good, I promise."

"Two weeks! I can't take it that long."

"Please be patient," Raj pleaded.

"Listen, let me try stuffing a carrot or zucchini up your ass, and we'll see if you can be patient. That's the kind of thing your perverted darling chief engineer has been doing to me!" I yelled over the phone line.

Raj said nothing. I feared he would hang up on me.

"Sorry, baby," I apologized miserably. "It's just that I'm so fucking stressed. He's been trying to get me back to his apartment for over a week now, and I'm running out of excuses. I have a throbbing headache about this."

"Go see my doctor. His name is Reza. Write down his number, make an appointment and tell him I sent you."

I called Dr. Reza's clinic that same evening. His receptionist coldly said his schedule was full for days, but when she heard I knew Raj, she squeezed me in for the last appointment of the very next day. Turned out Raj and Dr. Reza were cousins. Not only that, it turned out also she knew Raj very well, too, and got all soft and gooey upon hearing his name. I wouldn't be surprised if the bitch had fucked with him.

I got to the clinic at Shenton Way promptly at 8 p.m.

The receptionist turned out to be one hot babe with big tits and a hot ass in a short red clinging dress. She said her name was Sally, and that she was going home in a couple of minutes and Dr. Reza would handle my medication and payment himself.

The patient before me left the doctor's office and I was summoned inside. I took one look at Dr. Reza and I have to say it was lust at first sight. This was one hot-looking dude of a doctor, and the crotch of my pants started to get tented within seconds. He wore a light green polo t-shirt which he filled out well, with the stethoscope thing hanging around his neck.

"Hello," he greeted me pleasantly, then proceeded to check me out with his eyes several times. I suppose that's the habit of doctors. They heal bodies after all. I closed the door behind me.

I sat down on a chair next to him and began to tell him I was having terrible headaches, and I was like lethargic all the time. He listened to me, nodding at the appropriate moments. Finally he asked to raise the t-shirt I was wearing

"Sure," I said.

His face looked away in deep concentration as he listened to my heartbeat. I took the opportunity to study him a bit. He looked really young for a doctor, probably thirty, which was my age. His hair was cropped short, the style matching really well with his stubble and the beginning of a moustache. I wanted to caress that face. He had eyes that could burn holes into me; they were dark and commandingly intense. His hands on my skin sent a chill through me, the kind that makes cocks erect, which he duly noted.

"Are you always this excitable?" Dr. Reza smiled. I looked down to see my member had become hard and was straining my jeans. I blushed.

"It's normal," he said soothingly. "Don't worry about it."

The stethoscope was still on my chest. Dr. Reza looked into my eyes, and it was my turn to look away, embarrassed he had caught me with a hardon. Moments passed. I closed my eyes. A low sigh escaped from my lips when I felt his thumb flicking against a nipple. That did it, I had to have this guy. I reached over to put a hand over a jeans-clad thigh of his, while battling to overcome my nerves as I looked back into his eyes. He smiled and nodded.

"I think you should undress to your briefs and lie down," Dr. Reza decided. "I want to check you further. Is that o.k?"

"Oh, please do, doctor," I murmured, and practically jumped off my chair to undress.

I shivered a little as I lay on the vinyl on my back, the A/C causing my cock to become even more rock hard. Dr. Reza wasted no time, we stopped pretending minutes ago. He fondled me through my briefs, then pulled them down to my knees and manhandled me some more, coaxing my cock to harden to its full potential. All the while I had a mouthful of his erection through the crotch of his jeans, which he was rubbing against my face. Standing at full height, he turned out to be the tall, lanky type, which turned me on even more.

"Let's check out that ass. Turn around," he commanded.

"Yes, doctor."

I turned, and proudly lifted my butt a bit in the air to show my firm globes of manflesh to him better. He kneaded them briefly, then parted them and grunted approvingly at the sight of my arse, all puckered up and hot and ready for a joyride. I turned my head a bit to see him sucking a finger, which he then used to probe my arse, in rapidly little round movements that was soon driving me crazy. When he had the first knuckle in, I knew what was coming. Not so fast, I thought.

"I think you should check my temperature first, doctor." I licked my lips slowly to show him what I really meant.

"Fuck the doctor crap," Dr. Reza looked annoyed. "If I'm going to fuck you, call me by just my name."

"Okay, Reza," I said. "Let me suck your cock before you fuck me senseless. It already feels big through your jeans, I want to see and taste it for real now."

"Here it comes." He undressed quickly, the heavy buckle of his belt crashing heavily onto the floor with his jeans, followed by every other garment. He was slim, and toned all over. My experience with thin men was that all their meat went to their dicks, and Reza proved he was no exception when he pulled down his briefs and a huge member sprang out and up. He was hung like an Arab stud horse. It was fucking thick, veins and all, the circumcised dickhead flaring angrily at me.

"Get off the table and get on your knees."

"Oh fuck, Reza." I was drooling, mesmerized by the sight of his power tool.

"You suck me now," Reza said lustfully, fisting his manhood steadily. "Here it comes, open wide, suck me real good now."

I enclosed my lips around the tip of his cock, my tongue quickly getting to work, licking it with strong flicks. Immediately he began urging me to do away with the dainty strokes and take his huge member like a man. My knees was hurting against the cold ceramic floor, but I held on to his firm butt and began to pump his cock into my mouth, steadily taking it in further inch by inch. I could feel some drops of saliva escaping the sides of my mouth by the time I felt him knocking my throat, and I still had some way to go. It was impossible for me to take it all the way in, but I was so filled with lust I was sucking him like a vacuum, really ramming what I could with the meat in and out my mouth repetitively, while my fingers dived for his butthole and started finger-fucking it. It drove him nuts, and he rammed his cock in further and faster into my mouth.

"Oh shit, man, suck me good, suck it all in, yeah take it good," Reza moaned, growing more merciless by the second. He grabbed the back of my head, and started cock-feeding me in a slower rhythm, obviously enjoying the mouth that was clamped shut around his manhood. After a while he started pounding it in, in shorter but harder strokes, his moaning starting to get louder as he got faster. I felt I couldn't take it anymore, he was really jamming his meat down my throat, but something in me craved wildly for that cock and I hung on for dear life, in fact increasing my suction, my saliva now dripping steadily. Then all of a sudden I felt him tense. I knew what was coming, and tried to break free. Tears were flowing out my eyes.

"No, darling, you're going to swallow...every single... drop... NOW... ooh...baby!" Reza groaned, holding on to my head while he fed me his cum. Streaks of it joined my saliva in their cascade to the floor, the rest rushed down my throat straight into my tummy. It took some time for him to finish cumming, I was sure it would fill a cup. He could have killed me by suffocation, I could hardly breathed as he came. Even then, I let go of his cock from my mouth unwillingly, still sucking on it desperately as he retreated. He was still hard, the good doctor.

A couple of seconds to catch his breath, then he lifted me by the armpits and we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support, my body had grown weak at the thought of him penetrating me. Yet I wanted him to do it real bad, I wanted him to possess me. Maybe next time I can screw him if he'd let me, but it didn't matter. I wanted him in any way. He was way too hot.

"You okay, dude?" Reza asked, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"Yep," I swallowed. "Let's get mushy later, I'm still hard, I wanna come with that cock in my arse."

"Whatever the patient desires," he smiled.

Reza had me bent over his desk, then he promptly sank to his knees for a closer look while he inserted a wet finger, which was quickly followed by a second and then a third. I ground my teeth in pain. Breathe deeply, I instructed myself, relax that ass if you want the pain to go away. Before I knew it, I was so into it and begging for him to screw me for real, which Reza granted almost immediately. I yelled and thrashed from the pain, but he held on to me tightly.

"Relax...come on...,"Reza soothed me. "Focus on my cock sliding in and out darling, c'mon...oh fuck, your ass is so fucking tight...oohh, baby...yes.."

I thought doctors were supposed to be kind, but I guess Reza was carried away by the incredible sensation, and he didn't wait for me to finish crying out in pain, he just proceeded to increase his tempo.

"Oh, shit!" I protested. I was having difficulty just breathing, let alone getting used to that monster.

"Darling, calm down," Reza moaned. "I'm fucking your ass now, baby, god it feels so good, yes, baby, push your ass back against me darling. Oh fuck, good fuck, yes..."

He embraced me from behind, his face buried in my hair and he started babbling sweet nothings. He searched out for my chest, found a nipple, and started fingering that, and slowly I began to relax. His cock pounded in forcefully, the whole length of it sliding in and out my swollen ass rapidly and freely. Reza lifted my left leg to rest my knee on the table, so that the butthole he was ravaging was even more widely accessible, and he angled himself to ram himself in even deeper.

"Yeah! Do that! Fuck me, baby!" I yelled. I loved how he was hugging me as he screwed me with all his might. I licked his forearm in a moment of madness, as if that would pacify the intense pleasure coursing through me a little. He was servicing me so well, so slickly, stretching the walls of my asshole so expertly, and I was delirious, enjoying every moment of it.

I jerked my body down the desk a bit so I could get to my own cock. I gave Reza the palm of my hand, which he readily licked wet, and then I brought that down to my cock and started fisting it.

"You want to cum, baby?" Reza managed to moan, his voice tortured and lustful as he continued to fuck me good and proper. "I'll make you cum, baby, you want that?"

"Make me cum, yeah," I croaked.

He started to nibble my ears and neck, and fondle my pecs more insistently, all the while increasing the rhythm of his mad fucking even faster until he possibly could not go any faster. I was yelling for mercy, begging him to cum now, then I felt myself shoot off hot jizz onto my hand, which leaked through my fingers and onto the floor. At about the same time he came in me, muttering whatever as he embraced me tightly in that unbearable moment of bliss, his eyes squeezed shut as he made choking sounds, grinding himself so hard into me I was worried he might break some of my bones, not to mention his desk.

Reza held on to me for a couple of minutes after that. We were exhausted, and we just lay in that position for a few moments, his deep breathing blowing hot air onto the back of my neck, which felt good.

"Hey, what about my headache?" I wondered aloud later, when we had both cleaned and dressed.

"You really had one?" Reza stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide open. "But when Raj called me, he said that all you needed was a good fuck."

"Well, I guess that settled it," I shrugged. I made a mental note to e-mail Raj a thank-you card.