In the Dark: a Collection of Gay Erotic Tales
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by G.A. Hauser
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Here are seven erotic stories of gay passion to enjoy all stemming from the wild weather one Friday evening in LA. As wind blew down the power lines and the lights went out all across the city, while the emergency crews were working, men were stuck in situations beyond their control. And when men are given the opportunity, lust blooms. And when lust blooms, passionate sex follows. Seven stories connected by the events or the men themselves; seven connections that changed each man's lives forever. Let the tales of homoerotic fire keep the flames lit inside you.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [311 KB]
Reading time: 190-266 min.
Brad was exhausted. Finally the end of the week had arrived. His briefcase in hand, he stood at the elevator on the tenth floor and exhaled deeply, wishing he was already home and had a beer in his fist, relaxing. He loosened his necktie and opened the top button of his starched shirt collar.
A handsome man in a navy blue short-sleeved shirt and the same color blue trousers approached and stood near him waiting for the elevator. Over his left shirt pocket read the name 'Kent'. He was carrying a small toolbox and appeared as tired as Brad felt.
The building was almost void of occupants as most took an early out to get a jump on the weekend. It was the same every Friday. Brad tended to be the last to leave his office and by the time he was going home, the structure had cleared out. It was as if Fridays were half-days in some businesses. He wasn't as lucky. He worked a full day.
Though Brad was lost in thought, he found he had been staring at the man's profile too long. Brad jumped slightly when Kent looked at him. A blush rushed to Brad's cheeks at being caught admiring the guy. As quickly as he could, Brad evaded those lush blue eyes.
The elevator doors opened, sliding back soundlessly. Trying to be a gentleman, Brad waited for Kent to enter. It seemed Kent was being polite as well. They laughed at the awkwardness of their indecision and ended up entering side by side, brushing shoulders.
"Christ, I must be tired," Brad chuckled, "I feel brain dead."
"Ditto." Kent pushed the button for the lobby.
The doors slid shut.
"Uh..." Brad wanted to speak to this man. He enjoyed his adorable smile. "Working on the computers?"
"Ah." Brad nodded and tried to occupy his thoughts with something other than the appeal of this stunning man.
The elevator jolted sharply and the interior went dim.
"Uh oh." Brad looked up at the numbers that were no longer illuminated over the door.
"Crap." Kent rubbed his face tiredly.
"What do you think?" Brad asked. "Power outage?"
"I assume so. What else can it be?" Kent pushed a few buttons, including the emergency one. They waited. Nothing happened.
After a long pause where neither of them spoke and Kent continued to push at the buttons on the panel in vain, Brad cleared his throat nervously. "You, um, have to get home to the family?" Brad had no idea why he was asking him that.
"No. I don't have a family. I'm single. Shit. I'm just fucking exhausted. It's been a long week and I was looking forward to putting my feet up and having a damn beer." Kent set down the toolbox he was holding and ran his fingers through his dark thick hair.
"I hear ya. I'm beat as well." Brad licked his lips as he eyed Kent hungrily wondering what kissing him would be like.
"What do you do?"
Waking up from his fantasy, Brad answered, "Accounting. I'm Brad." Brad reached out his hand.
"Kent." Kent shook it warmly.
"I know." Brad pointed to the nametag on Kent's chest.
"Oh. Duh. And you think you're brain dead?" Kent laughed.
Brad set his briefcase down and they stood in silence a moment. "You don't think this will go on for a long time do you?"
"Christ, I hope not." Kent took his cell phone out and flipped it open.
"I'm not surprised. This is an older building and the walls are thick. Especially in this contraption."
Kent stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
Another silent few minutes passed.
"At least there's a dim emergency light," Brad whispered. "Be frickin' insane if it was pitch-dark."
"Why? Are you claustrophobic?"
Seeing Kent's slightly amused smile, Brad chuckled. "No. I don't think so. But trapped in a pitch-black elevator with the cable guy?" The incredibly hot cable guy? Lucky me!
"Shut up." Kent laughed at him.
Dimples appeared on Kent's face, causing Brad's attraction to rise. He wondered if the feeling could be mutual. Doubting the guy was gay, and knowing he fantasized encounters with straight men all the time, Brad tried to calm his lust and exhaled a deep breath.
He leaned against the back wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think it's just this building?"
"No way to know."
"I didn't feel an earthquake. Did you?"
"No." Kent grinned. "Man, don't get panicky on me."
"It's just that California's known for them. You know."
"You need a teddy bear?"
Brad grinned at Kent's wicked smile. Okay, I'll play. "You got one in your box of tools?" Brad wondered if this was Kent's version of flirting, and hoped to hell it was.
Immediately the expression on Kent's face changed from a silly grin to dead serious. Chills rushed over Brad's skin.
"You...ah..." Kent cleared his throat nervously. "You interested in 'tools'?"
Holy fuck! No! It can't be! Brad felt his knees go weak. "Did you just ask me what I think you asked me?"
Even in the dimness Brad could see Kent's blush. "No. Never mind."
"Christ, is it hot in here?" Brad loosened his necktie so it hung down his chest and popped another button open on his shirt. Suddenly he was a raging inferno.
Slowly, sensually, Kent met his eyes. "Very fucking hot," he hissed, giving Brad's body a glance from head to toe.
Gulping down a dry throat, Brad connected to Kent's gaze and they stared at each other intensely. Am I hearing this guy right? Very fucking hot? And he was staring at my dick? No. I'm hallucinating.
Brad's heart pounded in his chest at the look of lust he was receiving. "You...think it'll be a while?"
"Could be. Could be hours."
"Damn." Brad's dick went rock hard.
As if he were trying to be casual, Kent stepped closer. But in the tiny elevator box, they weren't exactly miles apart to begin with.
Brad caught the scent of his cologne and sweat. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Fuck you smell good." Did I just say that?
Like that was what he needed to hear, Kent pressed his body against Brad's, nailing him to the elevator wall aggressively. "You think I smell good? Grrr... So do you."
"Holy shit," Brad whimpered as Kent reached between his legs and took snorts of his neck.
"Nice dick. Jesus." Kent stroked Brad's cock as it pressed against Brad's thigh and down his pant leg. "Yum. Love your cologne. Mm!"
"Holy-fucking-shit..." Brad repeated, closing his eyes as Kent licked his chin tentatively. Brad perked up and blinked at him.
"Do you kiss?" Kent crooned sensually.
"Hell yeah." He wondered when the lights would turn on. Would they get down and dirty, and caught?
"This is so hot." Kent stroked Brad's cock harder. "I was hoping you were into it, you know. With us being stuck like this."
"I'm into it." Brad panted. Staring at how incredibly good looking Kent was, Brad made a tiny nervous move towards his lips.
At the gesture, an explosion of passion erupted from Kent. Grunting in surprise, Brad was slammed back against the wall again and a hand shoved down his trousers as a tongue made its way inside his mouth. Wow! It was very clear Kent liked to dominate and Brad was becoming his eager slave.
Brad let out an agonizing moan in delight and dug his fingers into Kent's hair, deepening their kiss.
With the assistance of Kent's hand, Brad's cock was set upright and stroked hotly. He was about to combust.
Kent parted from his mouth, breathing hard as he pushed Brad's suit jacket down his shoulders excitedly. Brad was almost hyperventilating he was so primed.
His jacket, his tie, his starched light blue shirt, ended up in a pile on the floor by the toolbox and briefcase. As Kent lapped at Brad's nipples like a wild man, he struggled to open Kent's shirt buttons. Helping him, Kent licked and stripped his shirt off simultaneously. Once they were both topless, he drew Kent's mouth back to his, dying for more deep tongue kisses.
Brad's trousers were opened and shoved downwards as an aggressive tongue was fucking his mouth. He sucked hard on it, yearning to taste Kent's cock. Breaking the kiss to gasp for air, Brad watched in the dimmest of light as Kent stripped him of his bottom half of clothing. Brad's dick popped out of his briefs, standing stiff and hard. No hiding the attraction now, was there?
Kent moaned and was about to get to his knees when Brad began opening Kent's pants. Time to see what's behind these dark blue trousers, buddy.
As if getting the idea quickly, Kent kicked aside his work boots and yanked off his clothing. Soon they were both just in their socks, staring at each other's bodies in light that was no more than a candle flame.
"Holy fuck." Brad ran his hands down Kent's silky sides. "And you think I have a nice cock?"
"Wanna suck it?"
"Yes!" Brad admired Kent's perfectly cut hairless chest and abdomen, salivating at the sight of his torso and long curving engorged dick.
Kent went for Brad's mouth again as they both fondled each other's cock eagerly. Slowly Kent urged him to the floor of the elevator.
"Christ, I wish I had lube. I'd love to take that up my ass," Brad hissed as Kent kissed him behind his ear, making him tingle.
"A bottom?" Kent purred with enthusiasm.
"Uh huh...love it." Oh, yes, baby, bring it on!
Growing more forceful, Kent shoved Brad to lie on his back, spreading Brad's legs wide. As Kent licked from Brad's balls to his ass, Brad groaned loudly before he shut his mouth and wondered if they could be heard outside these four walls.
The minute his rim was wet with saliva, Kent finger fucked him. Brad was going insane, writhing on top of a pile of their clothing. "Ahh! Oh, yes! Kent! Holy fuck!" Brad bucked against Kent's fingers and prayed, "Christ, I hope the lights don't come on now."
"Me too." Kent chuckled. "I want to be quick and I want to be slow. You know?"
"Yes." Brad moaned and raised his hips to get Kent's finger in deeper. "Fuck, that feels good."
As if he had just thought of it, Kent spun around and straddled Brad's face. The minute that big engorged dick was bobbing in front of him, Brad gripped it at the base and drew the entire length into his mouth. At the same time, his prick was plunged into Kent's hot mouth. Arching his back and groaning, Brad fucked that wet orifice and felt his balls tighten up deliciously. The daring deed brought him up quickly. Well, Christ, I was already fantasizing this. And here it is!
Brad had visions of the lights turning on, the door opening, and a crowd of people standing at the next floor gaping at them in awe. So what? Fuck it if they can't take a joke.
Brad felt a pulsating throb from Kent's cock push past his lips. He increased his suction and speed. Kent's full-mouth moans made Brad's skin prickle with passion. Kent was obviously geared up for the blast as well.
Tasting a sweet drop of pre-cum on his tongue, Brad grasped Kent's balls and pressed his index finger into Kent's ass. Instantly Kent came, thrusting his hips deeper into Brad's mouth. It was all Brad needed. He clamped his eyes shut and shot out his load into Kent's mouth. Squirming, Brad sucked until he couldn't taste Kent's cum any longer.
Slowing down, continuing to mouth Kent's long organ, Brad ran his hands lovingly over Kent's tight ass, sighing at how good his skin felt as well as his intoxicating scent.
Feeling his cock slip out of Kent's mouth, Brad heard him panting to catch his breath. The light flickered. They both froze.
"What does that mean?" Brad asked in terror. "Is the power coming on?"
"No. I don't think so. That emergency light actually just got dimmer. I think the generator is most likely overloaded."
"Good. I can't move. Fuck, Kent. That was amazing."
"No shit." Kent licked his dick.
Nudging Kent to spin around, Brad urged him to meet face to face. When Kent was on his hands and knees over him, Brad cupped the back of his head and brought him to his lips. The taste of his own cum coated Kent's tongue.
Kent dropped down heavily on top of Brad, sealing their sweaty, naked bodies together. "I can't believe how good you feel." Kent moaned.
"Me neither." Brad held Kent's rough jaw. "Not to mention, you're fucking gorgeous."
Kent laughed shyly. "I could say the same about you."
"You...ah, dating anyone?"
"Not at the moment."
"No? Really? You're single and available?" Brad wriggled his hips under Kent's.
"Why? Interested in the cable guy?"
Even in the sparse light he could see Kent's eyes twinkle impishly. "I am."
"I don't want the lights to come on. I want to suck you again."
Brad chuckled and squeezed Kent with his knees. "No way of knowing, is there? I mean, ten hours or one minute."
"Nope. No way of knowing." Kent kissed Brad's chin.
"What will we do if the door suddenly opens and we're caught like this?"
"Do you give a fuck?" Kent asked. "Are you out?"
"I'm out, yes. But...what if a bunch of secretaries or office clerks caught us?"
Kent pushed his hard cock against Brad's ass. "Sounds wicked."
"Are you into exhibitionism?" Brad licked Kent's face.
"A little. Could be hot."
He paused to stare at Kent a moment. "I love the color of your eyes. It's a good thing I got a peek at them earlier because I can't tell their color in this weird light."
"I know. Perfect." Brad dug his hand into Kent's hair.
"How old are you?"
Brad heard a noise. "What's that?"
"Christ, our luck this thing will plunge to the basement."
"It won't. Do you normally panic at times like these?"
"No. Not normally. Only when I'm stark naked with a nude man lying on top of me on the floor of an elevator in a blackout."
Kent began laughing. "I like you."
"I like you too." Brad drew him back to his mouth. Closing his eyes as they kissed, Brad could feel the tiny box they were in vibrate, or maybe it was his body vibrating with renewed excitement. "You got any lube in that tool box, Mr. Cable-guy?"
"Wish I fucking did." Kent placed the head of his cock against Brad's ass.
"I have a rubber in my wallet." Brad closed his eyes, imagining shoving his hips up and slipping that big dick inside.
"Is it lubricated?"
At the teasing tone, Brad smiled wickedly. "If I can find my pants."
Brad leaned up on his elbows and felt around the pile of clothing. Meanwhile Kent sat up and popped open his toolbox, rummaging around.
Locating his wallet, Brad opened it up and squinted in the dimness to find the small package tucked behind his credit cards.
"You have something?" Brad stuffed his wallet back into his pants pocket, holding onto the rubber.
"It's a gel hand cleaner. Really slick stuff."
"Geezus, do I want that up my butt?" Brad reached for the bottle to get a look at it.
"It's harmless. Just some of that antibacterial shit."
Seeing exactly what it was, Brad shrugged. "You think it'll eat latex?"
"You do worry too much."
The minute Kent's fingers began sliding the slippery gel inside his back passage, Brad stopped worrying. Jerking breaths and whimpering moans were the only communication he was able to produce at the moment.
The condom was taken from his fingertips. Brad was ready for number two. Lights stay off, lights stay off.
"Oh yeah," Kent hissed as he pushed in.
"OhmyGod." Brad arched his back and purred.
"Smooth as glass...perfect."
As Kent drove in deeper, Brad's cock throbbed in tandem. "Yes, that's it. God, I love a good fucking."
"You're going to get a good fucking, pretty boy."
Brad smiled. "Good."
A hand on each leg, Kent gripped Brad's knees and pushed them backwards against Brad's chest, exposing his ass for a better screwing. As Brad watched, Kent's gaze was glued to the connection between his legs.
"Yeah. Yeah..." Kent pumped more assertively.
A chill of pleasure washed up Brad's spine. He moved his hand to his own cock and began stroking it. It seemed the sight of him touching himself sent Kent to a new level. Kent thrust his hips madly, grunting like a wild hound.
The internal massage was perfect. Brad quickened his hand motion and sprayed cum all over his own chest, gasping from the intensity.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Kent plunged in deeply and Brad could feel Kent's cock shudder inside him as he came.
As they recovered they both moaned in pleasure.
"Geez! I love fucking you!" Kent panted.
"Good, because I love you fucking me." Brad laughed. "Oh, Christ, this is too funny. Caught in a goddamn elevator and screwing our brains out? Do you see the humor in this madness?"
Giving his cock one last good thrust inside, Kent pulled out. "I do. Are you shitting me?" He started laughing. After he pulled off the condom he asked, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?"
"Stick it in your tool box."
"Yes! You can't leave it in the elevator."
"Put it in your briefcase."
"Now you're being silly," Brad replied.
"Shit, this sucks." He gingerly laid the spent condom in with his tools. "My luck I'll forget it and one of my co-workers will spot it."
Brad chuckled. "Just say you're hot with the chicks."
"Yeah right. That they'd believe." Kent shook his head.
"No? Your co-workers know you're gay?"
"They suspect it. I haven't come out and said I am. It's none of their business, is it?"
"No. I suppose not."
A pause followed and they heard noises from deep below them down the elevator shaft. An engine, a hum of something cranking on? More generators?
"Should we get dressed?" Kent asked. "You think the lights will come on soon?"
Brad wrapped his arms around him and held onto him, inhaling his skin. "One more minute."
Releasing a deep sigh, Kent closed his eyes and rested on top of Brad. "This is so nice."
"I know. I wish we were in my bed." He rubbed Kent's back and neck.
"We'll fall asleep. You watch. Then the door will open and I'll be mooning everyone."
Brad smiled. "And what a moon it is."
Chuckling at the comment, Kent nestled his face into Brad's neck and exhaled deeply. "Will you see me? You know, after this?"
"Yes. Are you kidding me?" Brad caressed Kent's skin lovingly.
"Good. Very good." Kent's body relaxed, weighing heavily against his.
Brad delighted in Kent's weight. So what if the lights came on and they were discovered. There was nothing wrong with being with a man as beautiful as Kent, was there?