Gay Erotic Stories

Finding an apartment in San Francisco is a very difficult job. Finding a decent place is approaching the impossible, and odds of finding a decent place to share in a gay neighborhood are infinitesimal! I was soon to be loosing my lease and really in need of a place to live. I was so desperate that I was considering moving out of the city. Then, I found an ad in the Reporter advertising a room in a “large home in Twin Peaks area, sauna, exercise room, game room, private bath…$1000/mo. Share with gay couple into leather.” This was too good to be true. I called the number listed and left my phone number on their recorder.

About an hour later I received a phone call from a person identifying himself as a real estate agent. He said he had a few questions about my qualifications to share the home on Twin Peaks. I was amazed that he even called. After the usual questions about income, education, etc. he asked if I was a top or a bottom. Oops! This guy really was serious. I answered that I was into leather generally and had no aversion to taking either role, as long as my partner or partners were not into heavy S.M. or torture. “How about shaving or hot waxing, does it turn you on?” Man this guy was pushing all the right buttons.

“Like Gangbusters!” I responded, sliding my hand down into the front of my jeans and feeling my erect hairless cock. We talked more about my preferences, then he asked if I would take an HIV test and I agreed. He ended the conversation with “I’ll get back to you after I speak with my clients.” Fat chance! I thought.

Two days later I was still looking at apartment and house to share ads and getting more and more nervous about finding a decent place. The phone rang; it was the real estate agent. Could I meet with his clients?

“Absolutely!”

“Please wear leather, they want to see if your sense of style agrees with theirs.” It was a somewhat strange sounding request, but since they had declared that they were into leather they were justified in getting a first impression. I agreed and we set a date and time for me to appear at the Twin Peaks residence.

I figured that living on Twin Peaks they would be fairly conservative and that since they asked about shaving and hot waxing they liked smooth bodies. So, before the meeting I made sure that I was perfectly smooth from the neck down and I dressed in what I felt was a fairly conservative outfit. I wore my black leather navy bells over a pair of high black custom boots with pointed toes and three-inch heels. The leather pants rode low on my hips fitting very tight to the knees, then belling out ‘til they almost covered my boots, the front flap was held with chrome snaps, which allowed the pants to open and drop easily to my ankles where I could easily step out of the bell-bottoms.

A black ribbed lycra turtleneck covered my upper body without a wrinkle and a broad leather belt rode my hips across the leather bellbottoms. I pulled on a black lambskin jacket over the turtleneck and tugged on a pair of tight, black, gauntlet length gloves before helmeting myself and starting out on my bike for the Twin Peaks address.

The place was impressive, two stories hung on a hillside with a view of the gate and beautifully landscaped grounds. I parked my motorcycle in the guest spot as instructed and proceeded up the front stairs. As I reached the door it opened and I was confronted by an incredible smooth young, almost androgynous twink in black leather jeans, pearlescent gray sleeveless lycra top with cut-outs exposing his ringed nipples, short black gloves, black leather choker and slave bands and tall-heeled ankle boots.

“Hi, I’m Jean! The master will be down soon. Please come in.” He held out a leather-encased hand to me and I shook it with mine. “I’m Michael,” I panted softly, as I got a good look at the twink’s bulge – he was partly erect and I liked what I saw. He took my jacket and we went into to the living room, where he offered and I accepted a glass of wine. As I took a sip of wine, I thought how great it would be to slide my cock into his tight little ass. My cock began to stiffen and he smiled. “Soon!” he whispered somewhat breathlessly “Just as soon as the master gives permission.” He pumped his cock, his bulge visibly pulsated and he wet his lips.

“Welcome!” I heard a voice from the top of the stairs and turned. The voice sounded exactly like the “real estate agent” I had talked to on the phone. “Hi, I’m Greg.” He was tall and slim, around forty with close-cropped dark hair, black leather encased his legs from the broad toed, tall heeled, boot-like bottoms of his boot/tights to his waist where a broad black leather band girdled his slim body just above a studded leather codpiece.

A tight silver lycra blouse with belled sleeves that ended inside the cuffs of a pair of long, tight black leather gloves covered his upper body and a silver studded black leather choker encircled his throat. “Sorry to put you through so much hassle, but up here we really need to keep things cool. Had to check you and several others out before giving you the address. By the way - you're HIV negative. Now, how about finding out about our compatibility?” He came down the stairs with almost cat-like grace and I rose to meet him. Jean also rose and crossed the room to a large oak door, opening it to reveal a room beyond that was lined with leather and mirrors and had a large leather mat--directly in the center.

We were facing each other, both of us panting slightly. Greg slipped a gloved hand between my leather-encased legs and at the same time pressed his open mouth against mine. We kissed and he slid his tongue into me. I sucked his tongue and began to move my tightly gloved hands over his leather-clad hips and onto his anal mounds. Greg drew back. “Let’s join Jean in the game room” he panted, “I think you’ll enjoy it!”

We entered the room to see, a now leather masked, Jean holding a pair of black leather half hoods. Each of us took a hood and slid it onto his head. Jean knelt and began to kiss the bulging front of my black leather bells; Greg reached down and began to open the snaps holding the front flap closed. Soon, my rigid cock was exposed, the bells lying in a pile at my booted feet. Seconds later my cock stiff was in Jean’s mouth. Greg had unbuttoned his shirt and shed it to reveal his smooth upper body and the erect nipples of his hard tits. He was behind me pushing his bulging codpiece between my anal mounds and working my stretchy lycra turtleneck up my body and over my leather hooded head. Below, Jean was now rubbing his drooling erection over the glossy black shafts of my boots and moving his head back and forth on my hardness.

I was squirming alternately against Jean’s mouth and Greg’s bulge, moaning as Greg began to roll my erect nipples in his gloved fingers and lick my neck and shoulders. Reaching back, I grasped Greg’s bulge and tugged at the snaps holding his codpiece onto his leather tights. There was a popping sound, and I held the leather pouch in my hand. Greg’s precum slick cock was now standing rigidly straight and pressing against my anus, making it slick with the juices of his excitement--slick for when he would fill it with his hot meat.

Jean now fell back onto the mat with his legs spread and Greg pushed me downward, so that I was kneeling between Jean’s ankle booted legs. Jean was holding his tight boy ass open with his gloved hands – inviting my hard cock inside. Groaning excitedly, I held my shaft and rubbed my cockhead over Jean’s puckering hole, smearing it with my slick precum. “Do it! Do it!” the twink screamed, “Fuck my hot boy pussy!”

I thrust forward and entered Jean’s tight hole. Jean wrapped his ankle booted legs around me and began to moan and squirm – working my prod deep into his ass. Greg moved around until he was standing with his leather-encased legs straddling Jean’s chest. “Lick my fucking leather! ” Greg commanded, “Slide your tongues up my legs to my crotch.”

Jean began to lick the back of Greg’s boot/tights while I drug my tongue over the front working my way up from his feet to his thighs, tasting his leather and then onto his smooth, hairless balls. Gloved hands grasped my hooded head and guided me onto Greg's shaft. He was wet with precum and tasted salty as I slipped my mouth onto his glans and then pushed forward, taking almost the full eight inches of his stiff prod into my sucking mouth.

"Suck me!" Greg groaned "Make my cock slick for your ass!" I began to work my head back and forth of Greg's hard penis, sucking madly while at the same time jacking Jean's hard boy cock with my leather clad hands, while his sphincter pumped me. "Do you want it?" Greg moaned.

I pulled back from his cock, gasping for breath. "Yes! Oh fuck yes! Put it in my ass."

Greg stepped back and pulled his meat from my mouth. He was glazed with my saliva and his own juices! Now he was behind me and I felt his gloved hands opening my anus, then he mounted me, and his cockhead began to push into me. I ground my crotch harder against Jean, and felt him begin to twitch. Greg rammed forward and his cock filled me until I felt his balls slapping against mine. Jean was now writhing and gasping like crazy. His cock began to jerk and dance and his spewing juices were soaking the thin leather of my gloves.

I began to rotate my ass against Greg's prod as my own penis started to dance in Jean's spasming asshole. My jizz gushed into Jean, and I screamed in ecstasy as I filled his tight, quivering hole. Greg's gloved hands slid onto my tits and he pulled me upward and back; driving his cock even deeper into my orgasmic hole. Then I felt the hot surge of his semen as it spewed into me.

Moaning in climax, I collapsed onto the mat next to Jean and began to softy kiss and lick his beautiful, smooth boy body. Greg relaxed and his softening cock slid from my ass, letting his juices trickle between my ass crack. His gloved hand tugged at my shoulder, turning me so that I was facing him. We kissed and then he softly panted, "Can you move in today?"