Gay Erotic Stories

Friday evening I rushed home after work to prepare for my evening at “Robbie’s”, a local gay leather biker bar. I shed my business suit and tie and took a long hot shower lathering and shaving my body until it was smooth and hairless. Next, as the hot shower splashed over my body, I slid an enema nozzle into my ass and cleansed myself inside – several times, finishing off with scented lubricant. The warm gel entering my tight hole brought me to climax and hot cum spewed from my own twitching nozzle spattering the tile shower walls and dribbling down in thick white streams. Still panting in climax I wiped the walls clean with my hands and smeared my juices over my crotch, into my ass crack and finally into my ass hole before stepping from the shower and toweling myself dry.

In the bedroom I had laid out my evening’s costume; black leather zip-around tights, a multi ringed black leather body harness with choker and slave bands, a broad black leather waistband, over the knee black leather boots with chunky three inch heels and tapered then squared toes; long, thin, tight, black kid gloves and, of course, a studded leather cock ring. By the time I had dressed I was again erect and my hard cock was straining against its tight leather encasement making a very visible outline in the glossy black leather. Now, ready to go I slipped on my black leather jacket and helmet and headed for my bike. Darkness was just beginning to fall as I drove from my garage.

Several blocks down the street I pulled up next to a bike stopped for a light. The bike looked familiar and the guy riding it was also clad in black leather. He was wearing thigh-high black center seamed leather boots with tall stacked heels, pointed toes and a zipper up the inside of the leg. Above the tall glossy boots he was clad in black leather side zippered tights with a black jacket over whatever was covering his upper body and long, tight black kid gauntlets encasing his hands and cuffing over the sleeves of his jacket. His booted legs were spread to hold up the immobile bike, showing off the trim tight muscles of his leather clad calves and thighs and the firm roundness of his buns. I raised my visor and looked over at him “Nice leathers!” I managed to say as I tried to control my urge to add, “I’d love to lick them!” “Thanks!” he replied, “Yours are pretty hot too!” as he raised his visor. I instantly recognized Chris, the young twink who was a management trainee in my office. I’d always thought of him as cute but never as a leather hunk – which at this moment was exactly what I was looking at. “Where you headed?” I asked. “Robbie’s” he replied without hesitation “Want to ride with me?” I wanted to do more than that! “Sure” I responded somewhat breathlessly. This kid was really turning me on!

As we started out from the light the engine on Chris’ bike began to miss and finally sputtered to a halt. “Shit! Not again!” Chris cursed, “This damned bike has been giving me fits.” This seemed to be exactly the break I was looking for. “Why don’t we go back to my place, it’s only a couple of blocks, and I can look at it for you.” “May as well! I won’t make it to Robbie’s like this.” Chris responded. “If I have any luck you won’t make it at all!” I thought. Chris’ bike managed to start after several tries and we sputtered back to my place. I rode behind Chris keeping his beautiful tight leather covered ass in sight.

We parked our bikes in my garage and I offered Chris a beer, he accepted and then slipped off his jacket and helmet to reveal his short dark moosed and spiked hair and upper body clad in an ultra tight, sleeveless “T” shirt made from glossy black latex with cutouts for his navel and nipples. “Pretty nice latex!” I commented as I shed my jacket to reveal my black leather body harness “Looks like we’re both dressed for action tonight!” Chris sat back on the seat of his bike and spread his booted legs; his bulging crotch was actually pulsating visibly as he pumped himself. “Do you think I’m hot?” he panted. “Yeah, damned hot!” I replied, turning and stepping toward him. Chris rose and we were face to face, our mouths partly open, panting softly. I pressed my open mouth against Chris’ and we kissed letting our tongues slither over each other and moving our leather clad hands over our smooth bodies. “You can adjust your timing when you leave, right now you are going to get the fucking of your life!” I gasped, as my breathing became more rapid. I held his gloved hand and drew it between my legs. He responded by squeezing and kneading my excited genital bulge then lying back on the seat of his bike with his leather clad legs on either side.

"Open my tights and jack my cock!" he gasped as he raised his ass up from the seat writhing and humping as though my gloved hand was already stroking him. I reached to his slim hips and tugged down the zippers of his tights. The thin, tight, black leather fell away from his smooth young body until the zippers were below the tops of his tall boots and completely open; letting what was in actuality a pair of leather bike shorts fall to the floor beneath his bike and expose his rigid, oozing, hairless, leather ringed penis. I opened the zipper on my zip around tights and exposed myself as I straddled the bike facing him and pushed my swollen cock against his. "Yes! Yes, Michael! Fuck me!" he gasped and raised his booted legs until the tall heels of his glossy black boots were on my shoulders and my excited, precum drooling cock was against his tight, puckering boy hole. The smell of new leather drifted up my nose from the boots now on my shoulders and I turned my head back and forth first licking and sucking one then the other of Chris’ leather encased feet, tasting the saltiness of the smooth black leather. His hole was working against my cock – tightening and relaxing – as I slowly pushed my rigid member forward. Penetration was easy as he had already, like me, lubricated himself, soon the full length of my cock was deep in his anus and we were both writhing and squirming against each other. My gloved hand had moved to his cock, which was now slick with precum, and I began to jack Chris as we humped. He began sliding his leather clad hands over the tight black latex covering his upper body until he reached his exposed nipples and started to roll them between his gloved fingers.

Chris’ mouth was open wide and he was gasping and moaning loudly, I was panting like a bitch in heat as I writhed against his quivering ass. My cock was throbbing and the pressure of my ejaculation was building. I felt like I was going to explode inside the kid’s hot ass. I rocked forward grasping the ankles of his glossy boots in my gloved hands and spreading his legs wider; then I pushed into him as deeply as I could. Chris cried out as my cock began to dance inside of his hole and grasped my ass with both of his gloved hands drawing me even tighter against him as my hot jism began to gush. My load was incredible, cum seemed to squirt into Chris in an almost continuous, pulsating stream; filling his ass and making him even slicker so that my motion inside was smoother and even more exciting causing me to shoot even more hot spunk into his sweet tight hole. Finally I collapsed, falling forward onto his writhing body and placing my mouth against his. We kissed and I felt his gloved hands on my shoulders – urging me down. “Suck me off!” he begged, “Finish me by eating my hot spunk!” “Yes! Feed me your hot juices!” I gasped as I kissed my way down his smooth young body until my head was between his open booted legs and his gloved hands were holding it, forcing my mouth onto his stiff wet tool. It only took a few seconds to bring Chris to climax and for him to fill my mouth with his hot creamy juices. We slid from the bike to the floor where Chris lay with his jizz filled ass raised to me. I slid my tongue into his ass crack and then over his mounds and smooth upper legs licking up the cum that had dribbled from his hole, then, I turned him over and let my lips touch his. He opened his mouth and we kissed thrusting our tongues into each other and tasting the juices of our ecstasy.

After sufficiently recovering from our first climax we migrated to my bedroom where after a little more leather foreplay Chris mounted me and rode my ass, filling me with his juices while he jacked me to gushing ecstasy. We spent the remainder of the weekend exploring each other’s smooth leather clad bodies and experiencing almost continuous stimulation followed by climax. On Monday morning Chris’ bike, strangely, started right up and I had a new executive assistant and lover, which was exactly what Chris had in mind in the first place.