Best Gay Erotica 2014

by Larry Duplechan

  “Don’t,” he says, coming up behind me. His wet beard rasps against my earlobe.

  With a quick movement, he wraps his hands around my waist and undoes the tie of my bathrobe. My cock pops out and smacks against the counter with a heavy thwack.

  I turn around, and the power man steps backward, away from me. He nimbly undoes his buttons with his thick fingers and slips his sweaty work shirt from his shoulders. His white undershirt is sleeveless. His nipples are dark and hard against the wet fabric. His pit hair drips with sweat. The aroma of musk and smoke fills my nostrils and I get even harder.

  Taking the back of my head in his large hand, he pulls me into him, smothering my face in his wet pit. Thirsty for his sweat, I lick it. Feel it run down my throat. The damp hairs brush against my lips, my cheeks, my chin. My cock throbs.

  He grabs my hair and pulls my face away from his armpit. I run a finger along my own cheek and smell it. My face smells like him.

  I struggle to keep up as he drags me by one arm down the dark hallway. He throws open the door to the bathroom, another door to a closet, before finding the bedroom at the end of the hall. He throws me onto the bed, peels his shirt off. Undoes his belt buckle; lets his pants fall to the floor. He’s not wearing underwear. His hard cock bounces up and down as he crosses the floor toward the bed. I lean into him, my mouth open, hungry. He puts his hand across my face and pushes me backward onto the bed. After he strips off my robe, he pulls my legs apart, wide. My balls hang low between my legs.

  He grunts, the same noise he made when the flicked the fuse switch and nothing happened.

  “What’s this?” he asks, pushing my legs farther apart. He holds one leg down with his arm, the other with a socked foot. His free hand reaches between my legs. With a finger, he brushes the purple butt plug in my ass. Static electricity discharges from his fingertip. The vibrator comes back to life.

  The vibrations, stronger than I can ever remember them being, fill my hole with an electric tingle that surges into my gut. My cock jumps. I open my mouth and moan. My mouth is barely open a second before he’s on top of me, shoving his hard cock between my lips. I feel its swollen head press against the back of my throat.

  He takes the bathrobe tie and wraps it around my head, around his waist. He ties my head to him, so that I have no choice but to be filled with his cock. I grab a handful of ass in each hand. My nose is buried in his dark, thick bush. All I can see are the hairs on his belly, a narrow trail marching from navel to crotch. The smell of his thick pubic bush, ripe with sweat, is intoxicating. His precum tastes sweet on my tongue. All my senses are filled with him.

  Reaching behind himself, he finds my dick and pumps it. It is dripping, too. He runs his thumb through my precum, flicks the pad of his thumb across my piss slit, left and right, right and left. An electric shock runs through my prick. My body trembles. His cock stifles my moan.

  “I want to hear you moan,” he says, and he unties my head. His wet dick slides out of my mouth with a moist pop. He grips my dick, and I moan.

  “Louder,” he says, squeezing my dick in his strong fist. I moan louder. I can taste him on my tongue.

  He presses his other pit over my mouth. I struggle to breathe, only able to swallow his scent, his sweat. He strokes my dick faster. The head, dark purple and swollen, feels like it’s going to explode. My body tingles, surging with an electric charge.

  He pushes me flat against the bed and sits on my face. His hot balls hang down into my open mouth. Slick with my spit, his dick slides along my face, flicking my nose, left and right, right and left, then bounces up and down, while his balls rest on my wet lips.

  Leaning back, he rubs me to completion. The pleasure overflows, filling my entire body with a rolling spasm. My cockhead swells one last time and explodes, spraying a hot stream of jizz onto my belly, onto his back.

  He raises up on his knees and runs a finger through the thick puddle on my belly. It coats his finger like glue. He rubs it into his armpit hair, and it clings there, sticky and white.

  “Suck it off,” he says, pressing his smelly pit covered in my own cum over my face. I slurp my own sweet cum, mixed with the tang of his sweat. As I suck his pit hair clean, I feel his finger along my belly, gathering up the rest of my cum. When he removes his pit from my face, I see that he’s been coating his own cock with it.

  “Suck it off,” he says again, shoving his cock in my mouth. “Get it nice and slick, because I’m going to fuck you,” he says, sliding his cock in and out between my lips. “This is all the lube you get.” When his dick is slippery with my spit and cum, he pulls it out of my mouth and flips me over. He uncorks the plug from my ass and tosses it onto the floor. It slowly vibrates across the floor for a couple of seconds before giving up and slowing to a stop. I imagine it, like me, gasping for air.

  His fat, wet cockhead presses against my hole. The pressure makes my whole body surge. My skin ripples with electricity. I moan into the pillow.

  “Louder,” he says. I moan louder. He reaches around my chest and grabs my nipples between his fingers. Pinching hard, he shoves his cock deep into my hole.

  He plugs it in. It fills me completely.

  The lights come on. The clock flashes 12:00. Even the little butt plug on the floor gives one last vibration and scoots a good inch across the carpet.

  The power man erupts into my hole. His body seems to collapse in upon itself like a spent supernova, and he falls onto me, panting.

  The air conditioner rumbles to life. The power man raises himself up, his hot, wet skin peeling away from mine. Cool air hits the sweat on my back. I watch the power man in the mirror. His flesh ripples; his nipples harden.

  The power man leans down, his face next to mine. His lips just brush my earlobe. I feel cool air on my lower back, his hot breath in my ear. He says, “Your power’s fixed.”

  He gets up. I hear the rustle of clothing and the sound of the front door. Open. Close.

  I roll onto my back, my legs spread, his juice leaking out onto the sheets.

  I trace my fingertips along my body. My face. The racing pulse in my throat. My own hard nipples. My hip bones. The tops of my thighs.

  I see sparks.

  GAMBLING WITH HARVEY

  Tony Haynes

  Kris studied his hand thoughtfully. It was a mess. Five random cards, the highest of which was a king. Harvey glanced across at him and smiled. Kris wondered whether to simply give in, lean across the table and plant a kiss on Harvey’s adorable lips. As well as having the looks of an old-fashioned movie idol, Harvey exuded charm, charisma and a certain roguish quality that made him nigh on irresistible to both men and women alike. Harvey took a long drag upon the cigarette he was smoking. “Taking an awfully long time, old chap. I think it’s about time you made a decision.”

  Harvey reached across with his left hand and lightly brushed the back of Kris’s right. Kris closed his eyes momentarily. He found Harvey’s touch electric. He gulped, shook Harvey’s hand away and made up his mind to go on with the game. At least if he won, it would give him a modicum of control over the situation. He was just about to reply when the door behind him opened and Pippa strolled in, her hips swaying provocatively as she did so. As if sensing the import of the moment, Pippa didn’t say anything. She topped up the boys’ drinks, gave Harvey a cheeky wink and then left them to it. Finally, Kris made a decision. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll take three.”

  Very slowly, very deliberately, Harvey dealt Kris three cards from the deck he was holding. As Kris picked them up, it was all he could do to stop himself from laughing aloud. It seemed as if his luck was in after all, for he now held an eight, two tens and two kings.

  Harvey studied Kris for a moment before discarding two cards and dealing himself two others from the deck. Harvey glanced down at his new hand. Kris didn’t think that it was a particularly confident look. Harvey treated Kris to another of those incredibly feline smiles. “So, call it.”

  Kris lay his card
s down on the table. “Two pairs. Kings and tens.”

  Harvey clicked his fingers. “Damn.”

  Kris smiled broadly. “I thought you said you never lost.”

  Harvey shrugged. “Ah well, guess you can’t win them all.”

  “So what did you have?” Kris asked, intrigued.

  “You really want to see?”

  Kris nodded eagerly. Harvey gestured at the five cards he had abandoned facedown on the table. Kris turned them over one by one. The first card was an ace, the second a jack, the third a nine. Kris was almost starting to feel sorry for his dashing acquaintance; only the fourth card he turned over was another ace. Kris felt his pulse rate quicken as he reached for the final card. As his fingers bent back the edge, the knave of hearts peeked up at him. Kris’s hand began to tremble ever so slightly. “You…you…”

  “Spit it out.”

  Kris couldn’t. For a second he panicked, but then he took a deep breath and looked Harvey directly in the eye.

  Harvey took the red jack out of Kris’s hand and eyed his companion carefully. “I believe that makes me the winner. Now, in spite of what you might think, I am a fair man and so, I’m giving you a final chance. If you want to back out, say so now and all bets are off.”

  Kris gazed across the table into Harvey’s deep, hazel eyes. Steeling his nerve, he replied, “No, you won fair and square. So why don’t you come and collect your prize.”

  With that, Harvey leaned across the table and planted a strong, sensuous kiss upon Kris’s lips.

  Pippa loved Kris dearly, but, like many of his friends, she had begun to despair of him. Throughout university, Pippa had never known Kris to have a girlfriend. She knew the reason why. So did Kris, deep down; it was just that he was reluctant to admit it, for some reason. So, after all the business of finals and graduation were over, Pippa decided that she was going to do something about it and introduce Kris to an old friend of hers, Harvey. She was fairly sure that if anyone could persuade Kris to open up and be honest about his sexuality, it was Harvey. Harvey was only a couple of years older than Pippa and Kris, but he had a knack for putting people at ease, and showing them a good time in the process; so Pippa decided to set up a meeting between the pair and see where it went. To her surprise, Kris readily agreed.

  As they sat in the cocktail lounge waiting for Harvey to turn up, Kris began to grow nervous. “So, tell me a little more about Harvey, then.”

  “Where do I start?” Pippa rolled her eyes. “Harvey’s Harvey.”

  “That’s not exactly much help,” Kris responded. “How about describing him to me, for a start.”

  “Well, he’s about six foot two, has a rather sporty build; brown hair, hazel eyes and he’s got the cutest arse you could possibly imagine,” said a voice over Kris’s left shoulder.

  Kris turned around to find himself looking at the owner of the voice. Harvey obligingly executed a 360-degree twirl in order to show off his aforementioned cute backside. Almost unawares, Kris found himself nodding appreciatively.

  “You can touch, if you want,” Harvey offered.

  Kris blushed.

  “That’s so sweet,” Harvey said, planting a faint kiss on Kris’s right cheek, then giving Pippa a hug.

  All morning Kris had felt edgy about meeting the “famous” Harvey; and yet, now that Pippa’s friend had finally arrived, his nerves had completely melted away. All he could think about was undressing the rakish Harvey, massaging that perfect arse and planting kiss after kiss upon those pert buttocks. As the thought flashed across his mind, Kris felt his cock begin to stir.

  Harvey settled himself in the chair at Pippa’s side and ran his eyes over Kris. “I say, Pip: where on earth have you been hiding this handsome fellow away?”

  “Thanks.” Kris grinned sheepishly at the compliment. In the few moments that he had spent in Harvey’s company, the years of uncertainty had melted away and he finally admitted to himself what it was that he longed for.

  Pippa nuzzled into Harvey’s shoulder and whispered something into his ear. Harvey’s eyes lit up with intrigue. He stroked his chin thoughtfully before saying to Kris, “Pippa here tells me that you’ve never…”

  Kris shook his head.

  “Really? How delicious. Tell you what: in order to break the ice, how about you come around to my place tonight for a quick bite and then a game of cards.”

  “I never gamble for money, I’m afraid,” said Kris.

  “Who said anything about money?” Harvey replied.

  “So what will we play for, then?” Kris asked.

  Harvey grinned. “Why, you, of course.”

  Now that the moment in question had arrived, Kris felt surprisingly calm about the whole situation. In order to demonstrate this, he responded enthusiastically to Harvey’s kiss. Their lips locked together and their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. It felt sensational. Kris could have kicked himself for missing out on so many years’ pleasure. Before Kris had a chance to make the next move, though, Harvey beat him to it. Kris felt Harvey’s hands begin to massage his bottom through the denim. Kris closed his eyes and luxuriated in Harvey’s touch.

  After a few moments, Harvey whispered, “So, are you going to take those damn things off or what?”

  Eager to oblige, Kris kicked his shoes off, then reached down and undid his belt. Sensing Harvey’s eyes upon him, Kris flicked his belt away, unfastened the buttons on his jeans, but then paused before lowering them. He looked across at Harvey expectantly. “How about yourself? Aren’t you going to join me?”

  “Cheeky!” Harvey exclaimed, before adding, “I like it.”

  Harvey then proceeded to treat Kris to a slow, tantalizing striptease. As Harvey peeled away each item of clothing, Kris felt himself growing more and more excited, so that by the time Harvey was down to his tight-fitting briefs, Kris felt incredibly turned on. Almost instinctively, Kris snaked his right hand out toward Harvey. Harvey skipped out of his reach. “Ah-ah. First of all…” Harvey gestured at Kris, intimating that he should now reciprocate. Kris was more than happy to oblige and tore off his jeans and shirt. His cock strained impressively at the lining of his boxer shorts. As Kris went to take them off, Harvey said, “Allow me.”

  With that, Harvey knelt down in front of Kris, took hold of the flimsy material and lowered the boxers. Harvey gasped and then smiled at the sight of Kris’s long, thick cock. Harvey shook his head. “To think you’ve been hiding this beauty all these years.”

  Kris nodded, slightly abashed.

  “What a waste,” Harvey said. “I think we better make up for lost time, don’t you?”

  “Absolutely,” Kris nodded eagerly. No sooner had the word escaped his lips than he felt the tip of Harvey’s tongue circumscribe the end of his cock. Harvey then licked the length of the shaft, before taking as much of Kris between his lips as he could manage. Kris groaned slightly, and his head rocked back. The sensation was utterly amazing, so much so that Kris sensed himself racing toward climax rather quickly. As if aware of this, Harvey broke away from sucking Kris in order to bestow a flurry of delicate kisses upon Kris’s balls, upper thighs and lower stomach. Kris wondered if he had died and gone to heaven: Harvey’s kisses were divine.

  Slivers of precum had begun to spill from the end of Kris’s cock, and Harvey gathered some of it with the fingertips of his right hand, then broke away from kissing Kris in order to lick the juice from his fingers. When Kris glanced down and caught sight of this, his cock gave an enormous twitch and spilt out even more of the sticky liquid. Harvey smeared this onto his fingers; then rose upon his haunches, raised his right hand and offered it to Kris.

  Kris lowered his head and hungrily lapped up the offering. The slightly tangy flavor surprised him and turned him on even further. He wanted more, but not his own: he wanted to taste Harvey. Kris reached down, took hold of Harvey’s hands and pulled him up into a standing position. For a few long seconds, the pair gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.

 
Breaking the spell, Harvey swept the cards off the table on which their game had been played, then the two men fell upon the felt cloth, locked tightly in each other’s arms. For the next few minutes, the pair proceeded to kiss, stroke and play with each other. Finally, Harvey permitted Kris to take off his briefs. Harvey’s impressive cock sprang free, brushing Kris’s right forearm as it did so. Kris grabbed Harvey’s cock and began to tug at it eagerly.

  “Easy,” Harvey laughed.

  “Sorry,” Kris said, and settled upon a much gentler rhythm. Harvey closed his eyes as Kris wanked him off. Though he had, of course, pleasured himself on many, many occasions, Kris could hardly believe how different it felt to have someone else’s cock in his hand. He loved the way Harvey’s prick twitched between his fingers as if it had a life of its own and was trying to break free of his grip. Wanting to control Harvey’s excitement, Kris slackened his grip, allowing only the very tips of his fingers to toy with him, smearing the juice that had started to leak from the end of Harvey’s cock up and down the impressive shaft.

  Longing to reciprocate Harvey’s earlier attentions, Kris went to maneuver himself around in order to take Harvey in his mouth. Realizing what Kris was up to, and not to be outdone, Harvey wriggled around also, so that the pair took up a sixty-nine position. Kris could hardly believe the gorgeous, glorious cock that now rested mere inches in front of his face. He was about to take it between his lips when Harvey beat him to it once again and began to lick Kris’s balls. Kris gasped and his breathing became shallower. Desperate to respond, Kris’s lips closed around the end of Harvey’s erect cock.

  Kris became lost in a world of pleasure. To be sucking upon a lovely stiff cock, while his own was locked between another man’s lips, was the most intense, blissful experience of his life. Already Kris knew that he wanted to repeat it again and again and again. Every fiber of his body tingled. Shock waves of excitement pulsed through his thighs, groin, legs, stomach, fingers, arms and lips, such that it occurred to Kris that he might literally explode in ecstasy. And then he realized that he was. A telltale tingling in his balls informed him that he was only seconds away from climax. Wishing for them to come together, Kris sucked all the more eagerly upon Harvey’s cock. Alas, his efforts proved to be in vain, for the next instant he felt a tremendous wave of pleasure crash through his groin as his cock filled Harvey’s mouth with warm, creamy cum. Harvey stopped sucking and instead simply allowed Kris to spunk away, occasionally licking his tongue around the tip of Kris’s dick in order to coax every last drop of juice out of it.