Erotic gay fiction from Gaydar: Role Play
Written by Fox Emerson
Alan turned the Gaydar notification off, then put his phone away. One elbow on the table and his hand holding up his head, while he forced his eyes to focus on the document. Blinking, using the palm of his hand to wipe his eyes, he returned to the laptop and strained to focus.
Less than sixty seconds later, he un-pocketed the phone and checked for messages. None. He opened Gaydar.
New messages. Nobody cute.
He turned on notifications again and pocketed the phone. After reading one paragraph on the laptop, the phone vibrated.
“Up for a BJ?” the guy was old enough to be his dad, but he was cute.
“Not today, thanks.”
Closing the phone, he turned notifications off again and threw the phone on the bed behind him.
Remarkable progress then, four pages of editing in under an hour.
He felt, more than heard his phone vibrate, so he turned and grabbed it.
Unknown number on WhatsApp.
“Hi, who’s this?”
“We spoke on Gaydar.”
That fucking helps.
“Can we chat first?” The blank profile said.
“What do you want to chat about?”
“What are you into?”
This guy’s about to get blocked.
“Faces tbh,” Alan said.
Ten agonising seconds later, he saw typing.
That typing, went on for a very long time.
Eventually, after Alan had mentally showered, gone to get groceries and already shagged half his street, the guy responded.
He threw the phone onto the bed and decided to call it. Grabbing a towel, he went out to the bathroom and showered. After a nice, long, hot shower, he changed while watching the phone from out of the corner of his eye.
When he picked up the phone, he saw he had several messages on WhatsApp from the guy. The first was a face pic.
Fucking cute. The second was a question mark. The third were two question marks. The fourth was, ‘ok cya’.
“Hey. Cute. Sorry was in the shower.”
He’d been blocked.
Gaydar. In a second, he opened it, just in time to see a message from the guy he’d been speaking to the previous week.
Alan was just able to read, “thanks” before he was blocked on Gaydar too.
“This guy’s got the patience of a fucking gnat!” Alan said to the empty room.
The profile had been a picture of a lake, from Alan’s memory. And he was 29, fit; muscular, his private pic had been a pic of him running a race with numbers on it. He’d disappeared for weeks though and suddenly out of the blue; he sent a message, randomly like that.
He went to the phone’s messaging and sent the guy a message outside of WhatsApp.
“Hey, you just blocked me while I was showering.”
Alan looked at the picture again, and studied it. The guy was really cute.
He threw the phone behind him and got back on his laptop. An email from his boss asking him to come to the office on Thursday, so he responded saying he would.
After responding, he picked up his phone and saw he’d been unblocked by the cute guy.
“Hey,” was all he’d said.
“Oh hey. Was in the shower. Slow down a bit hey? Cute pic. What are you into?”
“Usual, kiss, suck, fuck. I’m a top. wbu?”
“Same…bottom,” Alan said, and added a smiley face.
“When are you free?”
His heart pounded. Now?
“Um… possibly. Working but can take a break. Where are you?”
Huh? Aren’t you about to give me your address?
“Um… not really. Maybe like being a bit sub. You?”
“Role play? I’m older. I could be Dad.”
“You’re a couple years older.”
“Sure. I can do role play. Dad/Son?”
The things I’ll do for a shag these days.
“Where are you? Accom?”
“Yeah.” Then the guy gave his address. Alan checked it out and it was a fifteen-minute walk. He’d have to prepare, and that curry he’d had last night could prove challenging.
“About an hour?”
“Can’t do now?”
“I’ll try and hurry, but need to prepare, if you know what I mean.” A winking face.
“What does that mean? Prepare what?”
Oh my God. Is this a serial killer?
“Prepare my ass for you,” no emoji this time. What’s wrong with this guy.
Alan sat back. I’m not going through all the hassle of douching, then this guy blocks me again. Fuck that. Not doing it.
He put the phone down and turned his attention to the laptop and the response email to his boss.
But when his phone buzzed less than a minute later, Alan snapped it up.
He stood, and the chair flew backwards.
“I’ll try and be quick but can take a while.”
He ran back to the bathroom, knocking his shin on the corner of the bed.
Leaning forward and closing his eyes, he pressed a hand on his shin while he waited for the pain to subside. Eventually, the pain went, and he continued to the bathroom, then realised he’d forgotten his douche pump, so he went back and grabbed it. Then he heard his housemate enter the bathroom and lock the door.
“Fuck!” He waited on the edge of the bed, while the stupid bitch did whatever stupid bitches do in the bathroom.
Each agonising minute passed, while he checked his phone, checked the time, checked to make sure he hadn’t been blocked, all the while keeping an ear out for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, she left and when Alan went into the bathroom, he gagged and used his fingers to block his nose, even as he locked the door and emptied half a can of deodorant spray.
It was not a good nor a quick day for preparations, as Alan discovered that day, but he got there eventually.
Please don’t block me. He repeated that mantra several times, as he got dressed. As he was ready to leave the house, he wrote:
He ran most of the walk and slowed before he got to the guy’s house. It was a nice apartment, in a Victorian building, amongst well-to-do buildings in the area.
“Come up,” the guy said, through an intercom, with a voice that Alan wanted to fuck there and then.
Nervous, playing with his phone, he got into the lift, hit the top floor, played with his phone, checked the picture for the guy, heart raced, put the phone away and waited as the lift took him all the way up.
When he got to the door, he let out a big breath, as though he’d been holding it that whole time, and pressed the buzzer.
The door opened, and a guy, friendly – big smile, confident, white teeth, cute, but much older, opened the door.
“Hey,” he said, extending a hand as he moved out of the way and let Alan in.
“Hey,” Alan said, with a quiver in his voice.
“You find it ok?” The guy asked.
“Yes, thanks. Sorry, didn’t catch your name?” Alan asked.
The guy was all honey and charm, steely blue eyes that penetrated with intensity and made you feel heavy and he was tall, like maybe over six feet.
“That’s because I didn’t give it,” the guy said, with a gentle, but masculine laugh. Alan wondered if the guy was in fact a serial killer.
Is he straight? Am I in danger?
“Robert, but you can call me Rob, if you like,” he said, still smiling.
“Robert,” Alan began, “Um…your pic…. looks different. I don’t mean to be rude, but…” he stayed by the door watching the man closely, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.
Robert started walking into his apartment, as though Alan had merely commented on the weather.
“Oh yeah. Can’t be too careful these days, sending pics of yourself on the internet!” and laughed.
A maniac’s laugh?
“True…” Alan began, “but…well, you don’t look anything like your picture.”
He nodded, finally a little unsure, perhaps even a little apologetic.
“Sorry, yes, you’re right. Just cautious. I hope it’s ok?” he held out his arms as if to convey that he was still the same person behind the image.
Then he stepped forward, and those eyes became deep oceans, that warned of more than a bit of turbulence, then his breath was on Alan’s face, and it was sweet; scents of coffee and cream, maybe just milk – such a simple thing. And a hand appeared on Alan’s crotch. His dick went hard immediately.
“Well, I mean…yes, sure. But…who’s picture is it?” Alan asked, realising he was under the guy’s spell. Those eyes, that perfect jaw, those lips, so fleshy and like they know how to… And then the lips touched Alan’s and it was like a little jolt of electricity had seared them. Rob’s mouth opened, and his hands came around and grabbed Alan’s ass, and they pulled him in, and the kiss was soft, and passionate and his warm, gentle tongue danced with his.
Alan felt the guy’s arms; solid, muscular, fit, bulging as they moved around him. The guy had done this before, and Alan felt like flopping over and letting the man do whatever the hell he wanted, like a rag doll.
As if reading his mind, Rob moved his head away from Alan’s for a second, as if to study him, then said, “some guy’s off the internet. Shall we go to bed?” and hands held firmly onto him.
Alan wasn’t sure if he responded at all, or whether he just dreamily nodded like a half-formed zombie from George A. Romero’s Day of the Dead. When Rob led him to the bedroom, he could have sworn he’d been half carried.
Clothes disappeared as if by magic, and this huge, muscled, hairy bulk of a man, with a gorgeous face and a massive uncut dick pressed against Alan and Alan thought for a second, that he might cum there and then when the man pressed his body against his and kissed him.
Then he pushed Alan onto the bed, and like he was doing a push up, he brought himself down onto the younger boy, and continued that kiss, while his whole body smothered him, and pressed him into the mattress.
That dick is bigger than 9 inches! Wait… did he just say he sent me a picture of some random guy on the internet? Is he a serial killer? Do I even care?
Rob’s tongue was insistent, but also gentle and it pushed, then sucked Alan’s tongue out, and he sucked on it, then pushed his own in, then they met in the middle and they kissed passionately, while Rob massaged Alan’s cock with his own dick.
Both cocks were pushed together by Rob’s weight. The sensation of it was incredible, Alan wanted to stop, because it was too good, but then Rob would pause and slightly lift off, then he came down and licked his nipples before he trailed down and he put all of Alan’s cock in his hot mouth and Alan nearly screamed from the pleasure of it all.
But like some kind of professional sex addict, the guy stopped, licked the head, then the balls, then up the whole shaft, then swallowed it in his mouth. And Alan closed his eyes, and he nearly came in that hot place where Rob’s mouth knew exactly how to suck a dick.
Then he licked his way up and met his lips, and then kissed him again, and Alan studied the guy’s eyes for a second, wondering if the man could be any more perfect.
“Are you ok, son? Daddy not hurting you too much?” he said.
Alan gave him a look of confusion, then realised, and then nodded.
“No Daddy. I’m ok.”
That insane kiss again, that was like both their lips had melted together and joined completely, massaging each other’s mouths and tongues.
Then Rob crouched and lifted Alan’s legs, and he moved down to his ass and shoved his tongue deep into the hole before Alan could keep up.
That tongue, it went deep, and Alan thought he was in for a real treat if his tongue could fuck him like that.
What’s his cock gonna be like?
The tongue went in, then out, and he fucked him, while the hole loosened, and just as Alan began to moan and writhe, Rob spat on it, then lifted his legs, and moved his cock against it.
“Slow…please,” Alan warned. “And lube.”
Rob nodded, “yes, my little boy. Of course,” he said softly, and watched Alan in a way that was both disturbingly too familiar and yet erotic.
But the cock was huge – as it pushed against his hole, Alan was about to protest, but then Rob came in for a kiss, and then all else was forgotten, as they both got lost in that kiss. Somewhere, he felt the cock’s head pushing against his ass, as though knocking and waiting for an answer. Then it started to push its way in – Alan was about to protest, and then Rob said, “shhhhh, it’s ok son. Daddy’s got you.” And he pushed it in more. And then a little more, and when Rob pushed his tongue in deep and kissed him deeply, that dick entered even more and then as they kissed, as Rob arched himself so perfectly like that, as he put all of his weight on Alan, and shushed him, and kissed him with a hot, soft tongue, the dick went all the way in and Alan gasped and wanted to scream, but Rob put his hand on his mouth, then kissed him again, and said, “it’s ok son, it’s ok. We’re in, we’re ok. Daddy’s in…” and then Rob rode Alan and that thick, huge dick somehow stretched him so far, so open that wanted to beg him not to stop.
Rob fucked him hard, and he grabbed his legs and pulled him in tighter, and more and more deeply, Alan thought he was going to break through, but Rob pushed it in, then came down for some kisses, and he licked Alan’s ear and his hot breath against his ear made him want to cum.
Suddenly, as Rob arched up, in his own pleasure, Alan was cumming, he wanted to say something, to warn Rob that it was over, and to slow down, but then Rob started groaning and he looked like he was cumming, and then that dick somehow seemed to grow another five inches, and it exploded and filled Alan’s hole like Niagara had finally burst and as all that cum flooded inside him from the giant of a man, Alan’s own cum sprayed them both like a sprinkler going off.
It went everywhere.
Then Rob collapsed on top of him, and kissed his neck gently, then his lips, with less urgency, but like the passionate kisses from earlier, only in slow motion. And then his dick slid out and he moved to one side.
Rob put his hand under Alan’s neck, and then began to caress Alan’s chest, and look into his eyes, like he wanted to do it all over again, and again, Alan’s heart beat faster and he couldn’t stop staring at the big guy’s handsome face.