Gay Erotic Stories

I woke up and looked around the room. I stretched my body without getting up. The duvet was tenting by my crotch, but I ignored it.

Yesterday had been a pretty good first day. Five of the hockey guys stuck around in the cafeteria to have a few drinks, and get to know me. Or at least, Josh Roberts, a fake me. Ed, Aaron, James, Brandon, and my suspect, Dylan had stayed. It was mainly Ed and Brandon who asked me questions at first. The other guys talked amongst themselves. This was good. To get too close to Dylan too fast could raise suspicions. Once I told the story about why I supposedly moved here from Boston, and I mentioned I was now living in Southwick to be near my ill mother, Dylan became interested. Among the guys in the cafeteria, only Dylan lived in Southwick, the others lived in Westfield. This meant we had something to bond over, even though I did say I hadn’t lived there very long.

I yawned and then got up. I walked to the kitchen, my morning wood flopping around in front of me. I turned on the radio, made a coffee and some cereal and had it on the sofa. I smiled. I was quite satisfied with how the assignment had started off. I had been able to speak to Dylan, if only for a little while. It was enough for us to continue on at a later time. My impression of him was that he was a really friendly guy. He always kept eye contact, and laughed at my jokes even when they were cheesy. He was one of those guys who had no trouble standing quite close to someone else. When we sat next to each other on stools, he touched my knee and my shoulder on a few occasions, especially when I spoke about my “mother”. It was likely that it was a small town thing and that in the large cities people rather kept their space with people they hadn’t known for too long.

I called Medina when I finished my breakfast to tell him about how it had gone. I told him everything while I was lying naked on the sofa. My boner was gone, my semi-hard cock now lay on my thigh. I updated the chief on what had gone down, saying I had no new leads. I mentioned I had no reason to see Dylan again until practice next week. I was hoping to run into the suspect “accidentally”, so I asked Medina to look up the address of one of Dylan’s art galleries. I memorized the address and decided to go there later, maybe over the weekend.

I walked back to the bedroom and put on a black tanktop and blue shorts. I put a clean towel in my gym bag and went outside to my car. It was perfect tanktop weather this morning at 81 degrees (27 Celsius). As I sat in my car, I posted a Facebook status about going to the gym, as I felt that’s what people often did. I drove back to Body Fit Warehouse to lift weights.

The gym seemed pretty much empty. There were maybe 4 or 5 other people there on a Thursday morning. I was about two thirds through my workout, doing bicep curls, when across the room I spotted Dylan doing pull-ups. He wore a sweaty, loose green tanktop and black shorts. It was the kind of tanktop that would casually reveal a nipple every now and again. His chest and shoulders looked to be in great shape. I had already seen him naked in the showers after practice, but this time I noticed his body more.

Dylan had already spotted me when I saw him. I nodded and smiled at him. He let himself drop to the floor and walked over to me. He sat next to me on the bench I was on and slapped me on the back. “Hey, man! Fancy running into you here!” I smiled and put my dumbbell down. We gave each other a sitting down bro-hug. Dylan wanted to know if this was my regular gym and how long I had come here. I told him it was quite a new thing and this was my second time here. “Definitely not your second time in any gym”, he then said as he felt up my bicep. I chuckled nervously and blushed. “We could be workout buddies though!”, he said enthusiastically. His whole face lit up. He was very charismatic. And for some reason he was making my job almost too easy. The part where I had to get close to him was practically done.

We finished up our workouts and headed to the lockerroom. When we were changing out of our sweaty gym clothes, I asked him why he didn’t need to be at work. “Uhmm..”, I heard him say. I looked over to him across from me and saw him bare- assed, bending forward into his locker, checking his watch. “I still have time. First meeting at 10.” There was something about his smooth, round butt that I liked looking at. His body was toned, in a way closer to that of a Hollywood actor, whereas I was mainly bulky muscle. Our big beefy asses was the only thing we had in common. Somehow I found his body more aesthetically pleasing than my own.

In the showers, Dylan asked me what I did for a living. I answered I recently got a plumbing job, which got me to move here for now. I closed my eyes as I stood under the running water. I loved this feeling. When I opened my eyes I saw Dylan next to me, eyeing my body up and down. He was absent-mindedly washing his armpits, but his cock was rock-hard and stood straight out. Only now it was clicking. I pretended not to notice and continued washing myself. In the corner of my eye I saw that Dylan became aware of his situation and turned away from me.

We just continued talking as we walked back to the lockers. When I started getting dressed, I noticed Dylan had to tuck his boner into his white briefs, his cock still stiff as a board. I chuckled to myself as I put on a T-shirt and jeans, and saw him getting into slacks and a button-down shirt. He looked like a male model, the blue shirt making his eyes pop.

We walked out of the gym, and in the parking lot he said, “D’you wanna come to Louie’s Lakehouse this Sunday for lunch? Me and some of the hockey boys go there every week.” “Sure!”, I said. I wasn’t sure if I was getting that good at this job or if it had to do with Dylan maybe having a crush on me. We exchanged phone numbers. Dylan gave me a short hug and he was off to work.

During the drive back, I smiled, feeling like I was getting somewhere. I called Pratt when Medina didn’t answer. “Hey, can you check something for me?” “Sure!” “Is it possible that Kohl had affairs with his victims before killing them?” “Affairs?” “Yeah.” “Like… lovers?” “Yes.” “Gay lovers?” “Pratt, don’t be weird about it and just see if you can find anything.” He chuckled nervously. “OK. I’ll get back to you.”

The rest of the day I wondered if I should change my strategy and reciprocate Dylan’s interest to get closer to him. I had never had gay sex, and the thought of it scared me. But some harmless flirting might get him to tell me more about himself or get me in his house. Though if he murdered three men because of his internalized homophobia or out of fear of his wife finding out, I would have to be careful. I discussed this with Medina the following day.

“Pratt said there is a possibility of an affair between Kohl and victim 3, Richard Coon, the hockey teammate. He was single and Kohl and him were very close. The other two are deemed unlikely. Victim 1, Thomas Hansen, was married to another man, but it was known in the community he and Dylan didn’t get along very well. Victim 2, Eric Nelson, seems unlikely because of how close he and his wife were with Kohl and his wife. Nelson and Amanda were at spinning classes together, the two of them are more likely to have been the extramarital couple.” “I see. Thanks for the research anyway.” “Why did you want to know this?” “I have a strong suspicion Kohl is into me.” Silence on the other end of the line. “I was uncertain if I should go with it or not. If extramarital affairs isn’t his murder motive, it might be safe. But still, personally it’s quite a step to take.” “I get that. I’ll leave that up to you. See what feels right at the moment.” “OK. I’ll have some days to think about it. Seeing the suspect as part of a group this Sunday.” “All right. Keep up the good work and let me know if we can do anything else for you.”

That Sunday morning I noticed I was paying more attention to my appearance and outfit. I shaved and put on some cologne. I decided on the white jeans shorts that fit tightly around my thighs and ass. A grey T-shirt and a black baseball cap finished my look. I walked to my car and noticed I was more nervous now than I usually got for jobs. I reassured myself I was only going for lunch with a bunch of the hockey guys.

On my way to Louie’s Lakehouse I passed the police station and took a right on Sheep Pasture Road. The sun shone straight onto the windshield, so I put on my sunglasses. There had been clouds and rain this week, but it had gotten back to sunny weather just in time. It was about 90 (32 Celsius) today. The road was long and winding. At one point my GPS told me to turn left to Point Grove Road, which was equally long and winding. I realized Southwick was bigger than I had initially thought. I passed a corner and saw a lake to my right, behind a restaurant called Lakeside Pizza. I guess I wasn’t far. There were some boats in the dock. I loved being out on the water and part of me wanted to rent a boat before leaving. Until I remembered I was here working. I definitely hadn’t expected Southwick could be this picturesque. I continued to drive alongside the lake, and soon enough I saw Louie’s Lakehouse.

I got out of the car and walked up to the restaurant. There was a large patio with big umbrellas for shade. It was quite crowded, mostly with families. Seemed like a large part of Southwick had come out to enjoy the sunshine. I saw the hockey guys reasonably quickly, as it was seemingly the only table without children.

It was Dylan, Ed, Brandon, Ross, and Nathan that had come out. The way they talked about the other guys, it seemed like they were the ones who weren’t married (anymore) or had families, so they could still decide what they could do on the weekends. I suddenly realized I knew this wasn’t true. Dylan hadn’t spoken about his wife to me yet. This was something to keep in mind. I checked Dylan’s hand and did see the wedding ring. Because of the way we were seated, my conversation was either with the group as a whole, or with Brandon who sat next to me. He was one of the younger guys on the team, tall and muscular, and from what I could tell during training a star player on the team. Nice guy. Every now and then I caught Dylan looking at me. Spontaneously I decided to wink at him. He smiled.

I asked the guys if they ever rented a boat out onto the lake. Most of them had. Ross said he had his own boat and that we could go on it next weekend, weather permitting. Part of me hoped the assignment would last long enough.

I realized I had had three beers, and most of the guys must have. Dylan came with the idea of having a barbecue in his garden. Brandon and Ed were immediately game. Ross said he had to get back, and Nathan had hitched a ride from him from Westfield. I of course joined, making it a group of 4. Dylan put Ed and Brandon in charge of getting drinks, he and I would go get the food.

I used the bathroom at Louie’s Lakehouse before we went, so I could send Medina a text that I was about to go to the suspect’s house, asking if there could be an officer on lookout.

I followed Dylan in his car to Big Y World Class Market. I pushed the cart as we went straight to the meats section. Dylan walked next to me. He had had a few drinks, which was clearly making him more smiley and cheerful. I noticed him looking at me a few times in the corner of my eye. “I already know what meat I want”, he suddenly said. “Yeah? What are you in the mood for?”, I responded just as I felt his hand slap my ass. My body reacted by tightening up. I hadn’t seen this coming. I knew to mask it by laughing it off. “As long as you don’t put those on the barbecue”, I said, making Dylan laugh. I was unsure if he was getting it out of his system until his wife would be there when we got to his house… or that his wife wasn’t even going to be there. The latter meant that it was more than possible that romance was a possibility tonight. I noticed I was getting nervous for a job for the first time in years.

In separate cars we drove to Dylan’s house. I wiped some sweat from my forehead while I drove. I was getting to go into a suspect’s house. I was getting treated to the best possible information source. I reminded myself of the three people that died. I took a deep breath. I pulled out of the driveway and turned left, following Dylan’s black Hyundai Elantra. I noticed we were going North, in the direction of my apartment. On the right, we passed Body Fit Warehouse. After the Mobil gas station, we turned right, which meant that we wouldn’t be passing my place. We had ended up on Feeding Hills Road, a street name I vaguely remembered from Dylan’s file. The street looked like every other suburban street in America, with white and grey standalone houses with perfectly kept lawns. At one point there was a cornfield on the left, and on the right a middle school appeared. Apart from that, it was a pretty standard street. As expected, Dylan turned right onto the driveway of one of the houses.

It was a two-story family home. White on the outside, a neatly trimmed lawn and a few trees right in front of the house. On the right side of the house was a short wooden fence to go around to the back, where I assumed Brandon and Ed had gone as there were two cars in the driveway. I parked next to Dylan and turned the engine off. I took another deep breath. “Time to be professional about this”, I murmured to myself. Whatever was about to happen tonight, it was going to be for a good cause. I got out of the car. Dylan and I joined Brandon and Ed, who had already sat down in the back yard with some drinks they had brought themselves.

After helping to put the drinks in the fridge, and then to set up the barbecue, I thought it was the perfect time to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, which Dylan gave me directions to. As everyone was having fun in the back yard, I got some time to look around the living room. I saw photos of Dylan with his wife. They looked perfect together, almost like a real-life Barbie and Ken. No imperfections. The only question was, where was she? I went to the bathroom for real, and texted Medina. “Wife isn’t here, no mention of her yet. Has she been seen recently?” I flushed nothing and walked back out to the back yard.

Dylan had prepared some kick-ass burgers. The guys were fun to hang out with, and the beers continued to flow, and I felt like I had to keep up. I knew I had to remain focused though, so I drank slower than the other guys. Dylan said how happy he was that I had joined the team. Brandon and Ed agreed that it was great to have a cool guy like me as a friend and a team member. I smiled. I had definitely infiltrated well. From now on, I was going to need some answers. I was happy that while we ate, Ed asked what I did for fun. “I love going to the gym”, I started. “Obviously”, all three guys agreed, even though they were in great shape themselves. “And for my creative side, I like to paint”, I lied. “Really?”, Dylan piped up. “I have a gallery, maybe we can work something out!” “Oh, really? That would be awesome! I mean, all my stuff is in a studio in Boston now, but…” “No rush! Just come and check it out some time”, Dylan smiled at me. We kept eye contact and I could physically feel the chemistry.

Brandon and Ed finally switched to soda, so they would be better able to drive. Dylan started clearing the table. “Hey, do you need help with that?”, I offered. “Oh, sure, that would be great!” I walked into the kitchen and started rinsing the dishes to put them in the machine. “I meant what I said earlier”, Dylan said. I turned to him and saw him looking down while he collected all the beer cans. We stood shoulder to shoulder, the casual touching of our bodies absolutely electrifying. He then looked up to face me and continued. “I’m really happy we’re getting to know each other.” The chemistry was now palpable. I heard Brandon and Ed chatting in the back yard, one half open sliding door away. We turned to each other and kissed. Slowly, sensually. His right hand was on my side and slid down across the side of my butt to my upper leg. I felt Dylan’s cock rise against my crotch. With my left hand I caressed his face. With my right hand I cupped his ass and squeezed it. It was undeniable that it was a hot and passionate kiss.

Someone cleared their throat. Our kiss broke. Brandon had just entered the kitchen. “Hey. We’re leaving.” Brandon’s smile was telling. I blushed and looked down. We said goodbye to both Brandon and Ed. Immediately after they left, Dylan closed the door to the yard and started kissing me again. He lifted my shirt and felt my stomach. “You are so ripped”, he mumbled through our kiss. I lifted my shirt over my head myself, and then took off Dylan’s as well. I felt up his chest and his muscular arms. Although I was slightly nervous, it was all coming quite naturally to me. To a point I felt attracted to Dylan.

Dylan guided me to the bedroom, kissing me continually. He played with my nipples. He had started unbuttoning his jeans. I followed his example. When he let his jeans drop to the floor, I broke the kiss and looked at his body. His body was muscular and pretty much hairless. His cock looked rock hard in his briefs. I looked him up and down. “Wow”, escaped my lips. Dylan dropped to his knees and pulled my jeans down. He reached into my black trunks and pulled out my dick. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to get hard, but I already had a semi when he first touched it. He jerked on it a few times, and once he put it in his mouth, I reached full erection.

When Dylan was blowing me, I tried to look around the bedroom for clues, but it was hard to focus. I was really getting into this and it was difficult to remain professional. He looked up at me as he worked my cock. It was more than clear that he had done this before. I held his head between my hands and fucked his face, making him gag a few times. He seemed to enjoy that much more than any of my girlfriends in the past. He furiously stroked his own rock hard cock. His cock was uncircumcised, thicker than mine, but not as long. It looked moist and it dripped precum every now and then. I hoped that because my cock was bigger, about 8’’ to his 6’’, I was going to be doing the fucking.

Dylan stopped blowing me and turned to the nightstand to pull out some lube and a condom. He gave me the condom, got on the bed on all fours and started lubing up his ass. As he bent over and I saw his perfectly round cheeks and his smooth and willing hole, I couldn’t wait. I put the condom on, put one foot on the bed and entered his hole. Slow at first, Dylan was already moaning loudly as I entered him completely. His hole felt tight around my cock and his fleshy mounds against my hips turned me on even more. I started fucking him hard and his moans turned to screams. I grabbed some hair at the back of his head and pushed his head down on the mattress, muffling his screams.

I pulled out and flipped him around. I held his ankles far apart and entered him again, seeing his wide-eyed expression as I did. The moans started again, until I fucked him hard again, making his entire body shake. His cock flopped up and down against his stomach, still fully erect. It didn’t take long for Dylan to grab his cock and he was spewing cum all over his stomach and chest while his eyes rolled back in his head. I continued fucking him like a ragdoll.

“I’m going to cum”, I said. “Please cum on my face”, he replied. I pulled out and straddled Dylan. He eagerly received my load on his tongue, cheek and forehead. He pulled me in and kissed me. I tasted my own cum. After the kiss, he looked at me and smiled. “Let’s get cleaned up”, he said. He got up and led me to the shower.

To be continued…