My Gay Short Stories - Volume 3 (Erotica Edition): My Gay Short Stories, #3

By A.B. Deos

Title: MY GAY SHORT STORIES – Volume 3 (Erotica Edition)

Hot encounters between two men, written by a gay Greek man from Sydney Australia.

ERECT

Ever noticed the hot male sales assistant at the menswear store, dressed in their tight fitting dress clothes, and always eager to help you out?

HELP

It's late on a cold Chicago Sunday night and Tom is wandering the aisles of a grocery store. He meets Julio, who asks for a helping hand. Tom says yes, but whose hands will be doing all the work?

PROFESSOR

Online hookup sites and the gay men who use them. Here's one such hot encounter. Enough said.

BLUE

Corey is a gay male escort. He's friendly, good-looking, and knows exactly what tricks to use on his next client.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Arthur B
• Release date: Nov 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780648187974

A.B. Deos

I was born in Sydney, Australia, before the internet age, and grew up with an appreciation of the rich history of my Greek heritage. I was also gay, but never ashamed of it, and kept that part of my life hidden since it was my own business. .I had reached a point in my life where I started writing down my experiences, a kind of therapy to let things out. The result was a memoir, and after the fifth & final draft, it has been one of the thrills of my life to first see the cover of my first book, IN LOVE I TRUST, jump off the screen from Amazon’s website. One of my passions is my love for ‘Star Trek’. The ideals of a hopeful & inclusive future. I believe in the simplicity of life, not the exaggerated. I use a pen name, and I’m not a fan of social media. I prefer an author having an air of mystery about them. Live Long & Prosper, A.B. Deos

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CONTENTS

1. ERECT

2. HELP

3. PROFESSOR

4. BLUE

Also by A.B. Deos

Author Bio

1. ERECT

That feels so good, I whispered.

Francisco was on his knees and my now erect cock was in his mouth. I tried keeping my outbursts to a minimum as he switched between swallowing all of it, and just massaging around my huge mushroom head with his tongue. The latter allowed him to wrap his right hand’s fingers around my cock’s shaft, jerking it while his lips remained lubricating at the tip. The sensations that sizzled throughout me had made my upper body slam back and forth against the wall. Then I heard knocking on the door.

I was looking in the storeroom and found your size.

The voice from the other side of the changing room door knocked me back into reality. Standing there alone, trying on a new shirt, I realized the sales assistant was standing a few feet away from me now, separated by just a flimsy wooden door. Keen to reward his efforts, I kept the new shirt unbuttoned over my chest as I opened the door.

Thanks, I told him as I calmly grabbed the second new shirt and closed the door again.

The few seconds we had between us, had he sensed my slight embarrassment at my dirty thoughts of him? Even the glimpses at his name badge, attached to his skin tight lavender dress shirt, was too much to bear. Tagging the identifier Francisco to that body, I couldn’t even whisper his name, for fear that he would hear me.

Standing back in front of the full length mirror I was looking down at the floor, and as I brought my head up my eyes focused on my groin area, the full erection of my cock under my jeans. Maybe he had noticed, maybe not, there was nothing I could do about it now. I continued with trying on the new shirt. Taking the larger sized shirt off I noticed how erect my nipples seemed. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, still caught up in change room fantasies with the cute sales assistant. Putting on the second shirt, and buttoning it up, it definitely was a better fit, hugging my upper body, showing off my nipples, and still with some flexibility to move around. The year I dedicated to getting myself into shape had paid off, and now afforded me the well-deserved entitlement of showing off, something.

Stepping out of the change room I was now going to look for jeans, to add to my new wardrobe.

That definitely is a better fit on you, came a voice behind me, startling me in the process. I was nearly thrown off balance, but luckily caught the side of a display case to steady myself.

Feels right, yeah.

Francisco then came around me to take a look from my front side, and luckily my sensitive body parts had reverted back to their normal states.

So, what can I get for you now?

The answers that sprouted up from that question brought my mind to the dark side again, but without the physical side effects, yet. He was here to help me, just doing his job.

Well, a pair of jeans to complete the look.

So what’s the occasion, going out clubbing, drinks, that sort of thing?

Nah, I’m usually a homebody, I replied.

I was scared off from saying I really did