Your erotic stories

Part 1

I had never in my life had a wet dream before and so it came as a shock, albeit, a pleasant one when I awoke to find my underwear completely drenched in the sticky substance. My penis still very hard and covered in the moist liquid.

“Wow, that must have been one hell of a dream” I thought.

I remember the coach back in grade school giving a sex education class with us, explaining that as we matured, these things would happen, but I had already discovered masturbation by that time and never had the experience of a “nocturnal emission” as it was called. I laid there in amazement, wondering why I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming, but as I was still very hard, I immediately began to jerk off. My penis was still very sensitive and it only took a few moments to again cum all over myself.

After several minutes of relaxful bliss, I got out of bed and went in to take a shower. For some reason, my persistent hard on would not retract, even when running cold water on it. In fact the feel of the water only stimulated me further.

“What the hell is going on?” I thought.

Incredibly, I reached down and began to stroke myself and amazingly, I was again cumming within moments.

“I’ve got to stop this.” I thought, as I stood in the cold running water. Finally after several minutes, my penis finally began to go a bit more flaccid.

My roommate, Scott was already awake and fumbling about the kitchen and after a short while I joined him. We had been roommates for several months, almost a year in fact, but in that time, I had never seen Scott in his underwear … until now. He was a bit shy and I attributed this as to why he refrained from ever feeling free enough to walk about the house more loosely dressed. I, on the other hand, was always dressed in my t-shirt and underwear whenever I was in for the night, which was usually right after I got home from work. Today however, must have been his “coming out” day as he was now very scantily dressed himself in nothing more than his t-shirt and very tight fitting underwear.

As he turned, I couldn’t help but glance at his penis, it’s shape very distinctive within those underwear.

“Oh my gawd, his cock is so huge” I thought.

I quickly looked away, but marveled at how well endowed he was. I was also a bit jealous. I thought my cock was plenty big, but mine didn’t even compare to his in size and girth.

“He must be a big hit with the ladies.” I imagined and smiled to myself.

As I left the kitchen, I noticed how tight things were getting in my own underwear. Once again, I was becoming aroused. Dressing for work was a bit difficult and I decided to wear jeans that day to help conceal any arousal I might experience at the office. For some reason it was occurring a bit more frequently and I was desperate to avoid any embarrassment if and when it occurred. I couldn’t understand what was going on with me and why I was so suddenly horny all of the time­. But sure enough, later that afternoon I found myself replaying the image of Scott’s penis bulging in his underwear, with the distinctive textures and shapes so definitively outlined against the shiny fabric and within moments of that, I was at full attention.

“Why would I get a hardon thinking about Scott?” I wondered, and quickly filled my mind with other thoughts.

After some time and much effort, I was able to get my penis to relax enough to at least leave the office that day without being humiliated. I could however, feel the wetness in my underwear – I was leaking profusely.

That night I got home and got undressed and grabbed something to eat. I had thought about masturbating, but had worried Scott would get home and disturb things. Of course my prediction was accurate and before too long Scott arrived home and went into his room to change.

“What’s up” I asked as he emerged.

“Oh, nothing much” he replied as he joined me at the table for dinner as well.

We conversed for several minutes as we ate, talking about things like work, a movie we both wanted to see and girls. Strangely, every time I would talk about girls, Scott seemed to feign interest of the subject, and certainly never offered up any tales of his own. I didn’t think to much of this – I knew he was a private individual.

Later that evening we watched a movie and I couldn’t help but want to tell him about my recent bout with what seemed to be an out of control libido. I cautiously broached the subject and we talked about it for several minutes. It was then I had built up the nerve to tell him of my wet dream from the night before. He seemed genuinely interested in that, and spoke to me of his jealousy for having never been so fortunate to experience it himself.

When a commercial came on, he got up to get himself a drink and asked me if I wanted something too. I thanked him for bringing me a cold glass of tea and drank it straight down. He was drinking his usual hot tea with a touch of sugar.

Surprisingly, he continued with the conversation about my wet dream, asking me what I had been dreaming and such. I informed him that I couldn’t remember and that I was so soundly asleep – more deeply than usual. He continued in his curiosity asking if I had any sensation I could remember while sleeping – I could not, but was curious about the question. It’s normal for a man to become aroused during the night, but without direct stimulation, having a climax is difficult at best – most of the time it is impossible. Eventually he asked me if I masturbate. I was a bit taken by the question, but not so uncomfortable that I couldn’t answer.

“I do, but perhaps not enough” I laughed, implying that maybe I should to avoid another “accident”.

We continued talking for about an hour or more, but I suddenly found myself embarrassed and a bit surprised at the very next thing that came out of my mouth.

“How big is your cock?” I asked.

Scott was clearly caught off guard by that, looking right at me, wide-eyed and smiling. I think I even detected a slight blush.

“Why do you want to know that?” he asked somewhat incredulously.

“Well … yesterday morning, I couldn’t help but notice that you were in your underwear – you never walk around in your underwear, first of all. But, it was so obvious … I couldn’t help but notice. I wish mine were bigger, I guess some guys have all the luck?” I continued.

Scott never answered my question, but I didn’t sense any discomfort on his part for my asking. At any rate, I suddenly felt very tired and decided to go to bed.

“Do you have any plans for this weekend” I asked.

“None yet” he replied.

“OK – I’m going to sleep in tomorrow, so don’t wake me up” I said.

“Good night.” he replied.

Part 2

Incredible!

That was the only word that could come to mind as I lay there in stupefied amazement at what I was witnessing.

“Twice?!” I quietly gasped as I slowly peeled back the front of my soaked and sticky underwear, the scent of cum filling my nose and exciting me further. I laid back smiling, closed my eyes and took hold of my penis.

Thinking back to the conversation the night before, I began to slowly slide my hand up and down, the wet goo lubricating my every stroke. Sexual images began filling my mind, the more unusual they were, the more aroused I became. I began to experiment in my mind, imagining things to see how I would react sexually, things I normally wouldn’t think of. But I figured anything sexual would get me going as I was again completely engulfed in a wave of sexual excitement. Suddenly the image of Scott in his tight underwear and his huge cock appeared – coupled with the conversation as to it’s size, took hold of me and I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind. It was then that it happened. I began squirting profuse amounts of cum all over my body. The image playing over and over in my head as I ejaculated – of Scott’s enormous bulging cock.

I could feel the warm droplets landing all over my stomach and chest, my heart racing at such a foreign notion of being aroused by Scott. But there it was, I had just cum all over myself again and I did it while thinking about an image of my roommate. Even though I am straight, the thought of being so turned on by Scott was a bit alarming to me. But strangely, I couldn’t wait to get cleaned up and tell him about the fact that it happened again. I of course, would leave the part about him out of the conversation. All my life I’ve loved to jerk off to beautiful women and I still do. A great big pair of natural breasts and a beautiful face will always make me cum, but these sudden thoughts I found myself having were inexplicably arousing too. What was happening to me I wondered, why the sudden change in my sexual nature? I attributed it to the whole taboo feeling, the whole, this is “new” and “different” way of thinking especially in light of what was going on with my body and the overwhelming need for sexual release that was plaguing me of late.

Scott was still asleep and I had to run out to do some errands. Every little bump on the road, every little vibration of my car seemed to find it’s way to my crotch and I had to fight off erection after erection throughout the day. When I returned that afternoon I was disappointed to discover that Scott was not home. He too was out and about and didn’t return until late afternoon. He informed me that he had gotten a call from his office and had to go in to work – also that he had to catch a flight that night to go out of town on business for a few days.

I offered to drive him to the airport, but he kindly refused and said it would only be for a few days and he had no problem leaving his car at the airport. That night I went to bed and woke up the next morning without even so much as a slight hardon.

“Well … Scott goes out of town and you disappear too!” I joked to myself.

Later that evening laying in front of the TV, I began to get a headache. Looking in my bathroom cabinet and then in the kitchen, I could find nothing to take for my relief. I then ventured into Scott’s room, which I scarcely think I have ever done since he moved in, and ended up in his bathroom.

I opened the cabinet and searched for some aspirin. There were a few prescription bottles on the shelf, and I quietly wondered if Scott had forgotten to take his medication with him. As I fumbled about, one of the bottles fell from the shelf and landed on the countertop.

“Diazepam.” I muttered, not knowing what that was.

I shuffled things about a bit more and found what I was looking for – Ibuprofen. I took a few out of the bottle and placed it back on the shelf. It was then that I noticed the little bottle of blue pills. I carefully lifted the bottle and turned it around to read the label. Viagra.

“Viagra?” I thought. “Why would he need Viagra”?

“Someone with such a huge cock needs help getting it up?” I wondered.

How could someone be so blessed but then have nature play such a cruel joke in preventing it’s full potential. Perhaps this is why Scott is so shy and why he never talks about girls. Once again the image of his bulging cock entered my mind and I sat down on his bed. I began to imagine myself rubbing it gently to see if I could help him with his problem, but was quickly ashamed of those kind of thoughts. I laid back to help alleviate my headache and closed my eyes. But again my interest in his penis would not abate. The problem was, I only had the one picture of him in my mind from the one and only time I had seen him so openly. In the dark recesses of my mind I secretly wished I could see him like that again.

What was I thinking? How could I be so affected by this? I can understand thinking about it while pleasuring myself, if only to get off, but now I was dreaming of it in normal circumstances, and to my astonishment, I was aroused. Knowing Scott wouldn’t be home for a couple of days, I actually started to touch myself – in his bed.

I struggled with the feeling as my head pounded from the headache. I quickly sat up and fought to remove the thoughts and images from my mind when I noticed my foot was touching something that was sticking out from under the bed.

Slowly I leaned over to find that I was partially stepping on a magazine. I pulled it out and glanced at the title. It was clearly a magazine that I had never seen or heard of before, but the cover image was undeniable in it’s nature, clearly indicating what would be found on the pages within. It was a pornographic magazine, a gay one.

I stared with amazement at the man on the cover, his penis hanging for all to see and it was a big one – but not as big as Scotts, I secretly boasted. I began to peruse the pages and saw images I was not accustomed to seeing, but was in no way offended by. I saw men kissing and touching each other, but it was the more provocative imagery that seemed to turn me on as it were. Images of a young man orally stimulating his partner – his mouth completely enveloping the other young man. The next page featured what could only be described as physical penetration from behind with each of the two guys seemingly, utterly and completely in the throes of passion.

I began to read some of the copy detailing several various techniques of pleasuring men. After several minutes however, I closed the magazine and climbed down from the bed onto the floor. My penis protruding in my underwear, a big wet spot clearly evident at the tip of the point. I leaned down to the floor to look under his bed and to replace the magazine – there was a stack. All the same, gay magazines several of them, and curiously, something else.

The box was small but slightly heavy, I recognized if as the one I had signed for the day before Scott had to go out of town. I opened it and was astonished to see the contents. It was a replica of a man’s penis, a rather large one at that, but made out of stiff solid rubber – complete with the ball sack. I unwound the tie strap and slipped it out of the plastic bag. It was apparent that I was the first to open and handle this monstrosity and I couldn’t help but fancy how very real it felt in my hands. So soft, yet so firm, and I once again compared it to Scott. I imagined that this is how he would feel in my hand. I gripped it tight to allow the warmth of my hands to transfer to the rubber, making it even more realistic in it’s tactile sensation. I was suddenly flushed with an overwhelming desire to try something “new.” My head reeled at the thought of it, burst of intoxicating burst swept through my mind at the thought of something so devious, but no one was home and no one was going to be home at that moment.

My excitement mounted as I trembled, the monsterous rubber penis slowly approaching my face. With my eyes closed I slowly opened my mouth releasing my tongue. At that moment I felt it touch the smooth soft, round tip. I pulled it back and laughed with embarrassment, looking around the room as if to make sure no one was watching. After several minutes I tried again – the same approach, tongue first.

Again, contact.

This time however, I didn’t pull back. Instead I let my tongue search the fallace and could easily in my mind’s eye make out the area of contact simply by the feel of it. First the very tip where ejaculate would emerge, then underneath where the bulbous bell begins, splitting into the inverted “v” shaped sensitive underside of the head. Swirling around and around with my tongue, lubricating the head with my spit until finally … insertion.

I pulled up and down, with a sucking motion, all the while imagining that this was a real man I was doing this to – Scott to be precise. An overwhelming sense of emotion came over me and I felt such an outpouring of both lust and dare I say … love. I wanted this moment to be between he and I, I wanted to be doing this to him, I wanted to give him such wonderful pleasure, but I couldn’t. the only thing I could do was pleasure a facsimile of him. I couldn’t feel the warmth of him, I couldn’t feel the rush of excitement as I took hold of him, nor would I be awash with his sperm. Although extremely sexually gratifying to perform oral sex for the very first time – on a penis – that is, there was an incredible sense of emptiness at the same time. And though I came more heavily than I think I ever had up to that moment, I remained so unsatisfied. I was so utterly and completely confused. I was now unequivocally wanting sex with my roommate – my male roommate. I couldn’t deny it and as the rubber cock slipped from my mouth, I called out his name.

After several moments I came to my senses and hurriedly put the fake penis back in it’s box. Placing it under the bed, I almost didn’t notice the puddle of cum I had left on his carpet. The force of my orgasm literally pushed my sperm through the cloth of my underwear only to drip onto the floor. I hurriedly cleaned up any and all evidence that I had ever been in his room and shut the door. The next two nights were without incident or “accident,” in fact my sex drive seemed to have completely fallen back into line again. Later that evening Scott arrived home.

Part 3

I wasn’t sure how to behave in his company since things were different now. Now I knew he was gay and now I was experiencing feelings of sexual attraction towards him. I had to be careful not to give anything away or indicate that anything had changed. To me he was still Scott, the private and shy roommate and I was still the straight, big-boobed-women, loving guy.

Not much was said that evening, but as usual we sat up watching tv, and as usual Scott made his hot tea and iced tea for me. After some time, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and lumbered to my room. Falling into bed, I was out within minutes.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, the alarm yanked me out of my slumber.

“Morning already – how can that be, I just went to bed?”

Or so it seemed. I removed the blanket and started to sit up when I suddenly noticed.

“NOT AGAIN!”

This was becoming a problem – another wet dream. Once again I had cum in my underwear during the recesses of the night, and once again, I had been so deeply asleep and unable to remember the dream that could open the flood gates yet again.

“Why am I so tired?” I thought.

I could barely get out of bed and get going, except for my penis, which was ready for round two.

“Why does this keep happening to me?” I thought.

I looked down at the creature between my legs, as if it were an entity of it’s own, and jokingly said, “When he’s not here you’re fine, but as soon as he gets back, you go crazy!”

And then I began to wonder if subconsciously my desire for Scott was playing out in my dreams resulting in my ejaculating. But why couldn’t I remember what I was dreaming?

“What could be occurring at night that gets me so hot that I cum myself?” I thought.

At any rate, I made my way to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I filled the glass and leaned back daydreaming, about sex no less – gay sex. I had changed my underwear after cleaning up, but was still erect and still leaking like other mornings. As I turned to put the glass in the sink, I noticed a faint round powdery blue outline of a cup or glass on the counter, I simply brushed it away with my hand. Just then a thought entered my mind.

“What kind of powder is blue?”

Then I remembered the little blue pills in Scott’s cabinet. Viagra. I stopped for a moment and thought, could it be? But why would he crush them into a powder? Just then Scott emerged from his room, and again he was in his tight fitting underwear. I wanted to get another look at his bulge to add to the library of images in my mind I could use when I pleasured myself, and so I did. It was a long hard look too, but thankfully it went unnoticed. Just then I realized that I was still erect with a wet spot in my underwear and with that I turned and hurriedly left the kitchen. I stayed in my room for a while, listening to Scott eat breakfast and go back to his room.

After considerable thought, I decided to try an experiment with something that might help me get to the bottom of things. Peering into the closet, looking through boxes, I finally found it. The nanny cam had been a joke gift from a fellow office worker and it was promptly put away and forgotten. But now it would help me solve a mystery. Being that I couldn’t remember the cum inducing dreams I was having, I determined that if I were to record my sleep during an event, it might shed some light on my condition. After reading the set up instructions I put the camera next to a small object on the nightstand next to my bed. The wireless receiver went on my dresser next to the TV and connected to the DVR. I tested it and it worked. It might take several tries, but maybe the camera would reveal something.

It was getting late and I had to be off to work. The day went reasonably smooth, but again the occasional hardon during the day. I was excited to get home and actually couldn’t wait to go to bed and see what would transpire during the night. I didn’t think to discuss it with Scott because I wasn’t sure how my telling him of my repeated wet dreams would come across – He might think I was trying to out him and I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Certainly asking him how big his cock was seemed to embarrass him a little and I suppose it should have.

At any rate – it occurred to me that I should try to duplicate the circumstances of the wet dreams as accurately as possible and asked Scott if he could make me his famous iced tea. He said he would be happy to do so just as soon as he was out of the bathroom. Minutes laters I heard him enter the kitchen and start to tinker with the concoctions. He sipped his drink and I gulped mine down as usual. I kept thinking about the camera and decided I would just go and lay down to try to get the experiment going. I activated the camera and DVR, climbed into bed and shut off the light.­

Part 4

When I awoke in the morning I again felt extremely tired, as though I hadn’t had any sleep all night, but I indeed had. The first thing that came to mind was to check under the sheets and sure enough I had a raging hardon and there was evidence that I was wet, but nowhere near as much as I had been on the other occasions. I wondered if I had indeed cum, but I was still so sluggish and tired to get out of bed. I laid back down and closed my eyes, within moments I had fallen back to sleep.

At around 10:00 am I awoke again and realized that I was late for work. It had been some time since I had taken a sick day, so I picked up the phone and called in. Feeling a bit more awake, I finally got out of bed to go pee. My penis was still so hard and swollen that it was actually becoming uncomfortable, despite that, I was ready to get up and start the day. The first thing I did was check to make sure Scott had gone to work – the house was completely silent, he was indeed gone.

Returning to my room, I hit the play button on the DVR. The advantage of the nanny cam was it’s night shot ability, so the room, though dark was visible as I was laying in my bed. I was able to get over 10 hours of recorded footage, at least that is what the time counter indicated. I began to watch in normal time but it grew tedious and boring and so I applied the fast forward setting and skimmed through the footage. At about five and a half hours or approximately 3:30 am, something appeared on the screen. I was startled to say the least. Clicking “stop” with the remote, I rewound a few minutes to the point where the something appeared.

I was very surprised by the image that I had to rewind and play it over again and again but in the end there was no mistaking it. The image on the screen was that of Scott!

I don’t remember him entering my room, and I certainly didn’t hear him enter either. I watched as he knelt down on the floor beside the bed and stared at me. Though there was no audio I could see his lips move in what appeared to be an attempt to awaken me. I was so out of it that I apparently didn’t stir at all. A moment later he placed his hand on my arm and lightly shook it. It was genuinely apparent that he was indeed trying to awaken me but could not it seemed.

The thoughts going through my mind while watching what began to unfold in the darkness of my room were bordering on the unbelievable. I couldn’t get it out of my head and I had to continuously replay the images on the screen over and over until they fully registered. I watched in complete amazement as Scott’s hand went from trying to arouse me from my sleep to arousing me sexually. It apparently didn’t take much at all and I could clearly make out the fact that my cock sprang to attention at his merest touch. I couldn’t believe it, but there it was, his hand sliding under the waistband of my underwear and my penis being released from it’s confines.

I couldn’t contain my current state of arousal in the waking world either as I watched myself react to the stimulation on screen. He seemed so gentle with his touch as he stroked my erect penis up and down. But that wasn’t enough for him apparently as he then leaned forward and began licking my nipple. His mouth progressed down my body, on my chest then my stomach, finally coming to rest on my lower abdomen. My heart was pounding with anticipation with what I hoped would come next. My cock was ready to explode but I skillfully slowed the pace, prolonging the physical pleasure to what I hoped would coincide with what was playing out on the screen.

My hopes were soon realized. He glanced in the direction of my face which was off camera, but I could tell he wanted to make sure I was still out. But that was the million dollar question, why was I still out.? I’m usually a light sleeper and even if he were quiet enough, I would surely have felt someone touching me in such a sexually pleasurable a way. But I didn’t rouse from my slumber at all. Any thoughts as to why I failed to awaken were quickly pushed aside as the images on the screen became so gratifying to watch.

“Oh Scott,” I whispered and smiled with delight as I finally saw what I had been waiting for – namely my cock slipping into his mouth.

“I can’t believe you did this to me … ” I again whispered and blushed.

Indeed I couldn’t believe he had not only done this to me only hours ago, but that he apparently had done so on more than one occasion. I couldn’t hold in the explosion that was about to happen, nor did I make any attempt to prevent my sperm from going all over the place as I began to cum. I moaned with delight, throwing my head back, gasping and all but screaming out his name.

“SCOTT!…”

The orgasm lasted for many moments as I whaled, gasping like a woman would. I finally fell back onto the floor trying to catch my breath, but immediately became fixated on the screen again … the video wasn’t complete – I had not yet come to orgasm. It was now a bit easier to watch without constantly rewinding or pausing and I let the magic imagery play out at normal pace. A full hour had passed as I watched Scott pleasure me over and over, skillfully sucking me in a way that would delay my release of sperm. At one hour and 12 minutes from the point he first appeared, the magic finally happened. I could see my penis start to pump over and over again, it was obvious that I was cumming and in his mouth no less.

After a minute or two he began to slow his relentless oral fixation, releasing me into the grip of his hand. I could clearly make out the cum still oozing from my cock and running down the length of the shaft. He continued to stroke me slowly, kissing my body until he finally stopped. After a moment or two, I watched as he carefully pulled my underwear back to cover me and then the sheets. But what really astonished me is what happened next. As he stood and looked over me, he leaned in gently for a moment, his face out of view, but it was clear he had kissed me as I slept. How passionately, I didn’t know, I could only hope it was though.

I sat there mesmerized, stunned at what I had just witnessed, trying desperately to remember any sensations from the night before – I couldn’t, and this depressed me. But what saddened me most was the fact that I couldn’t remember the kiss. The blow job without a doubt was spectacular, but there was something to be said about being kissed. It was so unassuming, so gentle, like a way of thanking me or show of deep affection. Not like he assaulted me and then left, but that he secretly cared for me, possibly even deeply. I suddenly found myself awash in emotion again as I had been when I performed felacio on his rubber toy.

Part 5

After another couple of ours of repeated viewing, the question began to emerge as to why I failed to awaken through the intercourse.

“Why can’t I remember, and why didn’t I wake up?” I thought.

Just then it occurred to me – I bolted into his room, then into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and quickly searched. There – the bottle with the little blue pills, only now there were noticeably fewer tablets in the bottle. As I placed them back, another bottle again fell from the shelf, it was the one labeled “Diazepam”. I scoured the label to see if I could discover what this was for – it said something about being a sleep aid. I began to think.

I got on the internet and searched for the term and sure enough, I saw what the effects of this pill could be. But I hadn’t taken any … or had I. I began to put two and two together and before long I had it worked out in my mind. Everytime Scott had brought my my tea, I became extremely tired not long after, and nearly everytime he had brought it to me, the next morning I awakened covered in sperm.

“Of course!” I thought.

“That would explain why nothing out of the ordinary occurred while he was away!” I reasoned.

Scott was spiking my drink with a powerful tranquilizer.

“But what about my recent out of control arousals?” I questioned.

That is where the Viagra was coming into play as I remembered the blue powder I had wiped away from the counter in the kitchen.

“Oh my gawd! He’s knocking me out and getting me pumped up all at the same time”

I wasn’t angry at Scott in any way, indeed I was extremely pleased with what he was doing to me on a regular basis, but there was one side effect he couldn’t foresee. The fact that I was now very much attracted to him – sexually. Could that be the reason he recently began to walk around the house more freely and openly with less clothes on? And what about the inquiry I made as to the size of his cock? Could he be trying to get me to change my perspective about relationships? Especially male to male relationships? He has been gay for I don’t know how long and I am always boasting about my female conquests. Could Scott secretly be concealing strong romantic feelings toward me and hiding them behind a wall of shyness and privacy – thinking that I could never or would never reciprocate any outward show of affection?

“The fact that he sneaks into my room at night and ravishes me is a strong indication as to what he is feeling.”

“I wonder what went through his mind when I asked him about his cock?” I quietly asked myself.

“Could I have triggered a response in him? Something to make him a bit more bold” I wondered and began to smile.

I immediately knew what I was going to do next.

It was still early in the afternoon and I knew he wouldn’t be home for many hours. After spending some time online, I found what I was looking for, namely an adult store not far from the house. I bit the bullet and drove to the location. I was very sheepish about entering, but I really wanted to try another experiment.

I had spent several minutes in the store, glancing at all of the unusual sex toys and videos, but unable to find what I was after. Within a few moments, a slim fellow came over to ask me if he could be of any service. If there was any innuendo, I didn’t pick up on it. What I did pick up on was the fact the he spoke very effeminately. A gay man – what luck.

I motioned for him to step into a corner part of the store where we could speak discreetly.

“Please don’t be offended by this …” I prepositioned the sentence. “But, are you gay?” I whispered.

He looked at me in a curious way, but before any form of harsh words could emerge, I cut him off.

“What I really need to do is talk to a gay person – is there anyone here who could help me?” I sheepishly asked.

“I can help you?” he answered and smiled.

After gaining a certain amount of comfort in explaining my situation and new “way of thinking” to him, I could see he was very eager to help me with my search, indeed one could not tear him away from me at that point.

“I’m looking for something in see-through underwear …” I asked as we both chuckled.

“Come with me!” He smiled and said.

After about an hour at the adult store I returned home with my new accoutrements. I was very eager for Scott to get home of course. At about 6:00 pm I decided it was about time and I changed into a t-shirt and my new underwear. Looking at myself in the mirror, I began to feel very playful and sexually aroused, but I had to keep that under control. I didn’t want to shock him, I knew how shy he was, but I did want to at least entice him or turn him on as it were. At 6:20 he arrived home, I was seated on the couch with the TV on, slightly covering myself so as not to be too obvious.

I kept a watch on him as he went about his task of making something to eat. He was wearing a pair of loose boxers, but I could clearly make out the shape of his penis as it wiggled to and fro as he moved. At about 7:30 he joined me in the living room to talk and watch TV with me. We watched a crime show for about another hour when I finally decided to give him a look of what I had waiting for him.

“I’m going to get a snack – is there something you want?” I said somewhat flirtatiously.

“Bring the cookies” he replied.

“Excellent! Now I can give him a real good look.” I thought.

I returned to the living room and approached him directly, I pretended to look at the cookie package in an attempt to see if I could catch him looking at me and for a brief second I did. I stopped right in front of him and turned my head toward the TV while holding out the cookies. Making like I was interested about what was transpiring on the TV, I hesitated for a moment to make sure that if he wanted to look, he would have ample time.

In my mind for that brief moment, I almost felt naked in front of him. I knew he could see through the fine mesh of my underwear and I also knew I could feel the blood rushing to my penis as it began to turn me on. I felt the size increase a bit, but I kept it under control, and with that I returned to my couch and sprawled out somewhat. I was doing everything I could to get him to look, but my plan was for nothing to happen at all.

At about 10:00 Scott got up to make himself some tea and I of course begged him to make me some iced tea as well.

“Of course” he replied.

Just then, I heard him leave the kitchen.

“Could he be getting the pills to spike my drink?” I excitedly wondered.

Scott returned to the kitchen and I could hear him stirring the tea – mine or his I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. I had moved the pillow away from my lap just before he returned from the kitchen with our tea. I kept my eye on the TV, looking in his direction only to take the tea from him. He then sat down and began sipping his. I put the glass to my lips and made like I had taken a swallow – but of course, I hadn’t.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I left the room pretending to have to pee, taking the tea with me holding it to my mouth again as I left. Upon entering my room, I immediately went into the bathroom and dumped it down the sink while holding back the ice. Under the sink in the cabinet, I had stashed another teabag and put it in the glass. I filled the glass and soaked it. Within a minute, I had a new- fresh glass of tea. As I emerged from my room, I caught Scott glancing my way and for a second, I could see him staring at my crotch – it was working, or so I’d hoped.

I immediately gulped down the drink and walked into the kitchen – I wanted to walk about as much as possible to give him every opportunity to look. I placed the glass in the sink, indicating to him I was finished and returned to the living room. Within 45 minutes the act began and I started to yawn, stretch and feign tiredness, and within a few minutes more I mentioned that I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, retiring to my room.

“Goodnight.” I said and turned and walked away, but not before I looked back and smiled at him.

I couldn’t wait to get things going and I again turned on the DVR and nanny cam – I wanted another recording of the nighttime interludes. I figured that Scott would appear about the same time he had the previous night, which was still more than a few hours away. Little did Scott know that I had also taken one of his Viagra with the tea I had replaced. Even though I didn’t need the pill, I liked the way it made me so horny and I wanted to make tonight as explosive as possible.

Part 6

The turning doorknob wasn’t overly loud, but it was enough to stir me from my light sleep – he was entering my room. Luckily I had not turned on my side or on my stomach. I kept the rhythm of my breathing slow and steady, but deep as if I were in deep sleep. My heart began to race and the anticipation of what I knew was about to happen caused me to begin to become erect. My mind was racing and I was beginning to fully awaken but continued the appearance of being asleep.

I could make out the sound of him slowly approaching when he quietly called my name. I did not answer.

After a moment he called me again, only a bit louder. I knew he was testing to see if I was actually asleep. A second later, I heard him kneel down next to the bed and call me again – still I gave no indication that I was awake. Then – I felt his hand lightly touching my arm and he lightly shook me calling my name. Again, I did nothing. I remembered how out of it I was in the video and acted along those lines of playing completely dead and motionless.

After a moment or two I could feel the sheet being pulled back below my waste and as his hand moved back up my body, it glided slowly over my penis which was fully erect. The sensation it provided almost caused me to stir and it was difficult to maintain the slow rhythmic breathing. My heart was beating so fast at this new experience, knowing that a man had just touched my penis … and I, not only allowed it, but relished it. I know from the video what Scott had been doing to me, but this was the first time I was actually coherently experiencing it, and I began to fear that I would not be able to maintain the illusion complete through fruition. But I was determined to try.

Once again, I felt his hand rub over my penis and then take hold of it. I was almost shaking with fear and excitement, the feeling of it was so new, so erotic, so alien that I could barely process the tactile sensation. By this time my breathing had quickened a bit and I had no way of knowing if this was normal since I had been unconscious every other time before. Even if it wasn’t I could always keep my eyes closed and mouth shut, and hope I didn’t scare him away.

I’m not sure, but I think my new underwear really turned him on because he wasted no time in placing his mouth on me – underwear and all. As much as I was loving it, I desperately wanted him to remove the garment as he had done the night before, and besides, I was really starting to leak and becoming extremely turned on.

“Please take them off, please take them off … ” I repeated over and over in my mind.

Finally he did just that, and I felt myself become free of the restraint. His hands were remarkably soft and I was very wet, making his movements very easy. All the while Scott was kissing my stomach and lower abdomen, slowly working his way down toward my cock. Then – it happened. I felt the warm moist orifice that is his mouth take hold of me and I instantly flinched.

“Oops!” I thought as he let go of me and paused.

“No, no. no … don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I begged him in my mind.

After a moment, he continued and I relished in the fact that I was knowingly being sucked for the first time by a man. His tongue was so sensual, his warm mouth, his breathing, the wet sucking sounds was like music, the most beautiful music I had ever heard – all playing a mystic melody in my mind and rapidly coming to a crescendo.

There was no stopping the inevitable, I was going to cum and within a moment. The sad part was that Scott had only been sucking me for about 3 minutes and it was going to be over right away. I tried desperately to fight the urge but I couldn’t and an instant later my failure became evident and I gushed into his mouth. It was so difficult to continue the ruse of being asleep and my breathing must surely be giving away the fact that I was indeed awake, but Scott never caught on.

He continued to suck for several more minutes, my cock remaining very hard and it was obvious that he had swallowed nearly every bit of sperm I could muster, which after the day I had, wasn’t that much I surmised. Just then I felt myself slip out of his mouth and firmly gripped by his hand. Scott continued to kiss my body and he slowly pulled my underwear back up and the sheets as well. Though I was breathing through my nose, I allowed my mouth to remain slightly open with my tongue at the ready. He didn’t disappoint me. And as his lips touched mine, he realized he had access and gently slid his tongue over mine as our mouths merged. As he pulled away I lightly fluttered my tongue and smacked my lips, licking them in a fashion that one might do in one’s sleep so as not to reveal that I had returned his kiss. With that, Scott then left the room and I laid there smiling for many minutes before drifting off into sleep.

Part 7

When morning arrived I was still very horny and it was all I could do to not masturbate. It was saturday and what I wanted to do was see if I could advance our budding relationship, but for the life of me I couldn’t think of how. Scott is very shy and has never given any indication that he was gay. He must be “in the closet” I surmised. But the poor guy needs something, he needs someone to lavish some creative affection on him. I so wanted to let him know that it was alright, but in the end I decided it was best for him to come out of his shell on his own. Or come out with a little prodding from me.

I emerged from my room to find Scott already up and awake, AND still in his boxers. I elected to remain in my see-through underwear only, not even a shirt.

“Good morning!” I cheerfully said with a big smile and then plopped down on the couch.

“Good morning.” he replied.

Suddenly, I felt a burst of confidence come over me and decided I was going to steer things in a direction I wanted them to go and with that, I started a rather racey conversation.

“Scott, you’re not going to believe this. Do your remember several days ago I told you that I had a wet dream?”

“Yes – of course.” He said.

“I’ve had several more since then.”

I could see him start to shuffle in his chair as I continued to relay every detail of the past several occasions.

“Are you alright?” You seem uncomfortable.” I asked.

“I’m fine.” He stammered.

At first I thought it was the chair making him uncomfortable, but then I caught notice of what was really making him shift in his seat. He was becoming aroused and it was plainly obvious and nothing he could do could hide the fact.

“There’s something more.” I continued.

“I had another wet dream last night, and for the first time since they’ve started, I can remember what appears to be fragments a dream … a very erotic one.”

“Really?”

“Mmm Hmm.” I replied.

“What was the dream?” He asked enthusiastically.

I lowered my voice and asked him not to laugh or make fun of me. He reassured me that he would not and with that I started in with what was clearly a lie.

“I had a dream that someone was giving me a blow job. It was perhaps the most amazing blow job I have ever had. It was slow and gentle yet so stimulating that I couldn’t stop myself from cumming within just a minute or two.”

“Keep going.” He said and so I did.

“But the most unusual part was that when I looked to see who was sucking me … it wasn’t a woman, it was a man.”

“REALLY?” he exclaimed.

“YES! You aren’t going to laugh, or tell anyone are you?” I whispered.

“Certainly not.” He reassured.

“Scott, it felt so strange, but at the same time so amazingly wonderful, more wonderful than anytime it was with a woman.”

“Are you grossed out by any of this?” I inquired.

“Not at all.” he replied.

“I want you to be honest with me.”

With those words, I could see him start to shrink a little in his chair, as if he believed I had found him out. I was having fun with this but I didn’t want him to run and hide, on the contrary, I wanted him to open up to me, but I could see it would take a bit more work.

“Have you ever thought about being with another guy … you know … sexually?”

I was careful to ask the question so as not to embarrass or frighten him and I could see him hesitate.

“It’s OK if you have. I won’t poke fun at you or make you uncomfortable in any way.” I reassured him.

“Have you Scott?”

After several more seconds he finally answered.

“Yes”

I could see him look away with embarassment and shame and so I countered.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s alright if you have.” I said softly reassuring. He smiled at me and spoke.

“Other than your dream last night … have you?”

I smiled seductively at him and could feel my penis slowly beginning to become slightly engorged.

“I’m thinking about it right now.” I said as I stood up from the couch allowing him to see my slight state of arousal. I then turned toward my room and said I was going to take a shower. As I walked away, I again turned back to him and smiled. If I could have been any more obvious I would have. My tone and body language were all saying to Scott “I want you right now.” If he picked up on it, I wasn’t sure, I was new to this. But one more detail remained.

As I entered my room I slowly removed my underwear and left my door wide open. I then entered the bathroom and turned on the water, I was still flacid, but not by much. After entering the shower, I waited, and prayed when suddenly I heard a sound from just outside my bathroom door.

“Can I borrow your toothpaste, I’ve run out?”

“On one condition.” I said softly.

“I need a bar of soap, can you get me one from under the sink and hand it to me?” I asked

With that I heard him enter the bathroom and unwrap the soap.

“Hear you go.” He said from outside the curtain.

“I’m rinsing my hair, can you hand it to me?”

I then slid the curtain open allowing him to see me completely wet and naked. I cleared the water from my eyes to be greeted by him, still in his boxers, but nothing else. I looked directly into his blue eyes and smiled at him. His outstretched hand holding the soap. I never took my eyes off of his as I very slowly reached out to take the soap. Without hesitation I softly grasped his hand and gently pulled, allowing my fingers to rub over his and gently took the soap.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

I slowly turned my body around to face the streaming water but continued to look back at him seductively and smiled. I then turned my face and put it under the water, never having closed the curtain. No words were spoken after that as I allowed him to watch me shower. I continued to face the water and let it run all over my body. Just then I herd the curtain being drawn. I felt a bit saddened by the fact that he was leaving.

SUDDENLY, I felt the familiar sensation of a hand on my back … he hadn’t left. Slowly the hand moved down my back to my buttocks and I felt his soft fingers touching me there. I remained perfectly still, allowing him to explore any and all areas of my body that he desired. A second hand followed the first, touching me gently and slowly.­

Scott slowly closed in tight to my backside, wrapping his arms around my abdomen and then my chest. I could feel his arousal gently and slowly sliding between each of my buttocks, his long hard cock producing it’s own lubricant as it worked it’s way closer and closer to the one spot he was determined to enter. I knew what he wanted to do and I was only too eager to oblidge. Slowly bending over, I afforded him easier access to penetrate me … and that is what he did.

The sensation was so unimagineably pleasurable that my cock became so engorged I thought it would explode. Within a moment we established a slow progressive rhythm as he slid further and further inside me. I began to moan and call his name. He reached around and grasped me firmly and I began to scream with pleasure, over and over. Scott was fucking me and I was absolutely loving it. Just then a powerful stream of cum shot from my cock and again I screamed in pleasure. I pushed back hard from the wall thrusting my pelvis and ass backward in his direction, arching my back to allow me the most leverage to get his hard cock further into my body.

I began to swing my hips and ass in all directions, up, down, backward, forward and side to side. I wanted him in me as far as he could get. All of a sudden I could feel his cock begin to pulse and he began to wail with elation. He was cumming – inside of me. We moaned and danced in unison, gradually slowing to a more relaxed pace and finally stopped. I felt him slide out of me and then he leaned forward, resting on my back, while I supported our weight with my arms up against the wall.

I wasn’t yet finished by a long shot and I turned to face him. I moved forward and started to kiss him, our tongues wrestling together between our frantic breaths, my lips sliding over his desparately, trying to lock on. I could feel my penis rubbing against his, but I wanted to touch it, to finally have that massive thing in my hand. I reached down and found what I was after.

“I want to suck this so badly!” I panted between kisses.

“Just like you did to me.” I said smiling and kissed him again.

“HOW COULD …” He started in but was interrupted by my mouth on his.

We paused for a minute, our faces pressed together as the warm water flowed over our naked bodies. I began to slowly wash him starting with his huge cock. Slowly sliding my soapy hand up and down the entire length of it.

“I was completely awake last night when you came to me, I was pretending to be asleep. I wasn’t sure if you were ready to take the next step together so I just let you have your way with me.”

“But why?” He said.

“You’re into girls, why did you let me do that to you and since when did you start liking guys?” He asked.

“I still like woman, but it’s something about you – not other guys, that makes me want to do this.” I said.

“That morning I saw how big your cock was in your underwear, coupled with the fact you were spiking my drinks with Viagra, just got me so horny that I wanted to try new things. The image of you just kept popping into my head and I knew I wanted to have you in my mouth. You turn me on so much, even without the help of that pill.” I said.

“You know I practiced with your dildo.” I said.

“You practiced what?” He asked surprised.

“This …”

I kissed him again and slowly got down on my knees. allowing the shower to wash all of the soap from his hard massive cock. I grasped it lightly and started licking and swirling my tongue around the head. I gazed up at him and smiled as I continued. I could see him lurch his head back as I took him completely into my mouth. This time it was for real, I could feel the warmth of him, I could feel him shutter and moan. I could taste the semen, I knew I was pleasuring him and a moment later I was awash in his sperm. It was so fulfilling to do that to him.

We spent the rest of the day exploring the wonders of each other, I have never cum so much at any given time. No woman had ever pleased me as much as Scott did that day. I was completely in love with him, so much so that I would forsake all others. I leaned in to kiss him again and to tell him how I felt.

“Scott I …”

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

That alarm had snatched me from my slumber, and from my inner subconcious. I was going to be late for work and had to get out of bed. Just as I was removing the sheets I noticed a large sticky wet spot in my underwear. I gasped and suddenly realized both to my delight and dismay that this was the first time in my life that I had a wet dream. I laughed and laid back on the bed. Closing my eyes and began to pick up where the dream had left off, reaching into my wet underwear, I took hold of myself and began to fantasize about someone I knew, his name is Scott and last week he married a girl named Helyn.

End.