> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://www.gtv.blue/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Deception - URL: https://www.gtv.blue/deception/ - Published: 2026-11-14T13:01:00.000Z - Updated: 2026-11-15T00:03:07.000Z - Description: An erotic story about deceit. - Author: News - Tags: Erotic Fiction ### Written by Leo I watch my face in the reflective elevator doors as a yawn escapes me, warping my features into something unrecognisable. The elevator dings and the doors open, and there he is, casually leaning against one of the mirrored walls of the small space. His blue eyes pierce into me as I try to stifle the yawn and return my face to something a little more acceptable. His grey beard is perfectly shaped around that strong jaw. His pink lips look moist as I watch his tongue slowly lick around them, almost as if in slow motion. "Wanna go down?" His voice brings me back to reality. "Ah, yeah. Sorry, still half asleep," I respond, trying to act as casually as possible, as if I wasn’t just staring at those lips. I step inside, our shoulders inches apart. Now, so close, I can smell his cologne. The woody scent makes its way through my body, sending energy coursing through me and ending at my cock, which is still plump from the morning erection I woke up with. I turn to look at him and catch his eyes darting up from my crotch. His lips turn upwards in the slightest grin. There is a long silence, but I know he can see my plump cock pushing against my trousers. I feel my cheeks turn pink. "Ready for Conference Day 2?" he says, his grin never leaving his face and his eyes glued to mine. "Charlie, you have no idea how excited I am to sit through a full day of legislative updates," I say as sarcastically as I can muster. "I might have some idea," he says in a low, deep voice, his eyes flashing down to my crotch just as the elevator chimes and the doors open. A crowd of people enters the small elevator, forcing our bodies closer together. I feel his hand move to his pocket, briefly grazing my bulge as he pulls out his phone. I watch from the corner of my eye as he types something before putting his phone back in his pocket. His hand slows as he brushes past my bulge. The first time could be an accident; this time feels more intentional. My cock hardens at the slight interaction. The vibration in my pocket gives me chills. I pull out my phone and see two notifications. I swipe away the message from my husband and open the LinkedIn notification. *Message from: Charlie Fork (8:34 a.m.) Room 752\. 1 p.m.* I feel the blood rush back to my cheeks as the elevator doors open and I follow the crowd out into the hotel foyer. I turn to find Charlie, but he has already disappeared into the mass of people. The next few hours feel like an eternity. My cock won’t let me forget the exchange in the elevator, making concentrating on any of these seminars as hard as, well, me. My mind races. *There’s no way I’m going to that room! How dare he message me that? He knows I would never do that. Especially not with him!* The clock above the speaker’s head ticks over to 1 p.m., and we are dismissed for lunch. I pick up my bag, make my way back into the foyer, and start to follow the group towards the restaurant where lunch is being served. I stare at the number on the door. 751\. I have no idea how I got here, it’s as if I blacked out and my cock led me to this door. My shaky hand reaches forward and knocks. I hear footsteps on the other side as my heart races. *What the fuck am I doing?* I turn to walk away from this obvious mistake I’m about to make, but the door swings open, and he stands in front of me, his white shirt unbuttoned down to his stomach, grey chest hair poking through. "You’re late," he says as he grabs my shirt and pulls me inside, the door slams behind us. I drop my backpack to the floor, and before I know what is happening, we are both naked. He pushes me deeper into the room and against the wall of the closet. His mouth meets mine as his beard scratches my face and our tongues wrestle. I feel his hard cock pressed against me as our hands grab and move across each other’s bodies. He pulls away, that slight smirk still plastered on his face, making me want to both slap it and keep kissing it. He drops to his knees and pulls my tight white underwear down my thighs. I look down and the stain of the hours of precum that had been accumulating this morning in my briefs. He takes me into his mouth, and my body spasms as his warmth engulfs me, his tongue moves around my helmet. The sounds of his sucking and slurping send pulses through me and more precum oozes out. A loud moan escapes my mouth, but he doesn’t stop. I feel the climax build in my stomach already; my balls tighten, and my breath grows shallower. Then he stops, releasing me from his mouth. My cock bounces, begging him to finish what he started. He stands up. He is at least a foot and a half taller than me, so I must look up at him. Those beautiful pink lips now glisten with a combination of his spit and my precum. "Drink?" he says as he turns towards the bar and picks up two glasses, handing one to me. I take it from him and raise it for a toast. "From competitors to lovers," he sniggers as our glasses meet. "Cheers to that," I giggle awkwardly. The whisky burns on the way down, instantly warming me from the inside and silencing the voices in my head. He grabs our glasses and places them on the table beside us. "Now, where were we?" he says as his hands grab me by the waist and push me onto the bed. I fall onto my back. His hands grab my thighs, while mine caress his arms, feeling the definition of his muscles beneath the white fur that covers him. He is stronger than he looks. He flips me over, burying my face in the pillows, then climbs on top of me. The weight of his body pins me beneath his thick frame. "You’re mine now," he whispers. His tongue traces the edge of my ear, sending more shockwaves through me. A whimper is all I can muster as his hands spread my cheeks, his finger teasing my entrance. I feel something cool against my skin before a sudden thrust makes me scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I take a quick breath before another thrust, this time deeper into me. The pain gives way completely to ecstasy, my moans stifled by the pillows. He slowly pulls out before pushing his cock back into me, each time sinking us deeper into the mattress. He grabs my hair and pulls my face up and his other hand reaches in front of my face and covers my mouth. His hands are so big that his palm completely silences me. His thrusts begin to speed up while my body shakes with pleasure. I feel his body tighten before he lets out a guttural moan and shoots his load into me. I feel his cock pulse as he empties himself. His body falls onto me, his breathing heavy in my ear, while his cock continues to twitch inside me. I tighten my hole around him, milking every last drop out of his spent sword. He pulls out and flops onto the bed beside me. Our sweaty bodies try to catch their breath. "Well, that’s way better than whatever is going on downstairs," I laugh as I turn to rest my head on his chest. "You can have a shower and freshen up if you want," he says, gesturing towards the bathroom. "Thanks, I think I will," I say, trying to muster the energy to move. The hot water hits my skin as the thoughts enter my brain again: a mixture of *“What the fuck did I just do?”* and *“Fuck, that was so hot. I want more.”* I step out of the shower and dry myself off, my cock still rock hard, clearly not listening to the shame rumbling around inside me. "Round 2?" I say, opening the bathroom door. There is no response. "Charles?" The room is empty. "I see how it is," I mutter to myself. " Fucking prick." I search around the room for my clothes and get dressed. The shame grows louder and louder in my head. I pick up my backpack, and my stomach drops. It feels oddly light. I open the bag and rummage through it, my heart beating in my ears. "Where the fuck is my laptop!?" --- *This story was written as part of a* [*Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop*](https://www.gtv.blue/i-write-erotic-gay-fiction/)*, in response to the prompt "Deceit". 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