Gay Erotic Stories

The fantasy commenced under his direction. It was his desire, his dark, delicious fancy, and I did whatever he said. First, he dressed himself again. Then, he pretended to faint at my feet. I carried him to the grease stained motor-table and lay him down. Slowly and deliberately, I stripped him: opening his shirtfront and laying back the folds of cloth to kiss his neck, his nipples, hard now, his hairless belly. Then his white pants, unzipped and slid down his golden legs and over his shoes. I hovered over his bulging briefs, breathing heavily and hotly on the white cotton, making his cock throb beneath the shorts, then took it in my mouth and sucked it through the cotton before slowly pulling the elastic band down from his crotch and revealing the dusky black curls, the gleaming shaft, the angry purple head, the downy fat balls. I placed his underpants over my face and breathed in his musk, my head reeling. The odor of his sex mingled with the slightly funky scent of his butt, and as I took in the smells, my cock grew even harder. I tossed his underpants into the pile of clothes, and then added my own to them. He told me he wanted his shoes and socks left on, and the sight of him--naked, hard, bronzed and beautiful--with the white socks and sneakers completing the picture of boyish perfection, made my penis ache. He moaned as though coming to. Swiftly, I sat down next to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him up to a sitting position. “Wake up, you punk,” I snarled. I slapped his cheek, and he blinked. "Wh-- where am I?" he muttered as though only now becoming conscious. "Shut up," I growled. “What the -- Who the fuck are you? Where the hell are my clothes?” “Shut up!” I said. “Make me, asshole!” “Gladly,” I purred. I threw him over my lap.

“What the fuck are you doin', man?” he sputtered--his voice cocky as hell, daring me., taunting me.

“What your father should have done!” I snarled. “I’m going to spank your sassy little butt into next week!” "WHAT?" “And if you fight me, I’m gonna tear the skin off your ass, you got me?”

“Like hell, man! I'm not a baby!”

He moved suddenly, attempting to rise, and I shoved him back down, pushing firmly against his back. His cock, hard and throbbing, lay between my legs. I moved my left leg further away, and his cheeks parted. He kicked and squirmed, thrashing around. I was so mesmerized by the sight of his quivering buttocks that I almost forgot my part in the scenario until he spoke again. “You’d better let me up, man,” he threatened. I raised my left hand up and brought it down, hard, on his right butt-cheek. The sound of my sweaty palm connecting sharply with the plump flesh of his damp bubble-butt cracked in the dank, warm garage. The boy yelped and the sound of the slap echoed away. Again, my eyes were drawn to his perfect bottom. I could see the dim spread of scarlet that arose on his bottom, the blush contrasting beautifully with the deep tan of his butt-cheek. It made my cock ache . “Let me up, I said!” he hissed, breaking my reverie and reminding me that I was falling down on the job of fulfilling his fantasy. “Or what, you little shit? You’re not in any position to argue, so you’d better shut your big mouth. I want you to count every blow, or you'll be good and goddamned sorry!” “Blow me!” With that, I slammed my palm against his bottom again, hitting him squarely across both adorable cheeks. He squealed as the CRACK of the blow rent the air. “Owwwww!!” “Now, count, asshole!” I slapped him, hard, on the left cheek. “I said COUNT!”

CRACK!! “Ow!! All right, all right!! One!” “Wrong!”

CRACK!!

“Ow! Two!” “Too late, you little bastard! Start over!” CRACK!!

“One! OHHHHH!”

CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! He called out the blows, his voice rising higher with each well-placed smack. I wasn't hitting him too hard, but I was spanking him all over his cute brown bottom. Right cheek, left, right, left, both at once, then right, then left again. And with each resounding CRACK, his body wriggled and writhed, his stiff cock stabbed against my right thigh, and his butt pushed back to meet the next blow. He was enjoying the hell of it the spanking, and his enjoyment, added to the undeniable erotic allure of the act, and was making me hornier than ever. After I had given him 30 slaps, I stopped spanking him. As he moaned and squirmed on my lap, I watched a deep red suffuse his butt. Even in the dim moonlight, I could see it as it spread evenly across his bottom. When I placed my palm just above the perfect half-globes, the heat that radiated from his well-spanked butt was amazing. I picked him up in my arms then and turned him over, carrying him to the table. Then I lay him on his belly. His beautiful brown ass, the cheeks a dusky rose color, was parted and waiting. He laid moaning, eyes closed, and I reached for the chains. I bound his limbs securely, his arms extended upward. I wrapped more chains around his belly and tied them together. Then I worked the winch to bring his lower torso off the table, hoisting his butt up higher and higher before securing the chains. When he was on his knees, I tied off the winch. His butt was open wide, glistening with his sweat, blushing with scarlet. The dim sunlight illuminated his hairless butt-hole, and I could see below it the heft of his fully-erect prong, hanging beneath him, swaying and throbbing, partially obscured by his hairless nuts, swinging in the warm breeze. He was so excited that a dribble of cum glistened on its head. "What the --" He rattled at the chains imprisoning him. "Let me out of this, you bastard!" I snarled a laugh of contempt. "Or what, little man? What will you do, huh?" As I spoke, I raised my hand and brought it against his left buttock, hard, the sound of it ringing in the dark shed. He yelped in surprise and pain. "Owwww! No! Not again! No! Stop!" I laughed again, smacking his right cheek with the same force and speed. "OWWWWWWWWWW!" he cried. "Stop!! No more, please!" Vivid splotches of red began to re-suffuse the brown ass-flesh, which had already begun to lose its deep scarlet hue. A hot, rosy glow arose on each side of the perfect tan behind. He looked so right, hanging there, that it was easy to play my role. "Shut up, I said. You like it, you know you do." "No!" "Yes." "I don't! I don't!" I silenced him with a series of fast slaps to his already sore butt. With satisfaction, I noted that he thrust his bottom back to meet the spanking palms again, twitching with delight even after the paddling had stopped. I reached beneath him and took hold of his throbbing prick. "You say you don't like it," I mocked him, "but this says you do!" I traced the line from his fat balls to his sweaty rump with one hand. With the other, I reached for a tube of K-Y. "What else do you like, boy?" "Not that. Stop it!" I chucked as I lubed my index finger with jelly. "You mean you don't like this?", and without warning I slid my KY'd index finger roughly between his butt-cheeks and straight up his anus. "No, no, no, no," he moaned, in time to my probing. Each time I dug my finger up his hot butt, he murmured a "no". He played his part well, I thought as I finger-fucked his greased-up twat. Finally, the no's were accompanied by the unmistakable feel of his little brown butt pushing back to receive the finger-fucking, his agile sphincter clamping down and releasing my trembling digit with each parry, thrust and partial retreat I made into, up, back and almost out of his steaming boy-cunt. I turned my finger around, teasing his slick, pink pussy-lips open, and forming a crook with it, slid it up his steaming twat as he moaned and shuddered. Finding his prostate, I massaged it, gently at first, then with greater pressure. His cock shot up and he clenched tight on my finger, crying out. I prodded him for a bit, before removing my finger fully and lubing up my desperately aching cock. I stood behind him; climbed up on the table and pried his wet cheeks open with my hands. He tensed. "What are you doing? No! NO!! STOP!!" Teasingly, I tugged on his rigid dick. Gripping it tightly, I slid my fist up over the shaft, pressing thumb and forefinger around the tan head, rubbing away until a glistening drop of pre-cum emerged. Then I rubbed the slick milky liquid over the angry head, covering it with juice. He shut up. I let go of his cock and tugged down sharply on his balls. He yelped, and his dick stood up. He was ready, and when I slipped my cock-head between his buns he shoved back at me instantly, impaling himself on my dick, taking it all the way up his lubricated hole, all the while crying out: "No, no, no!" But his voice grew softer and softer each time he said it. Now came the part he was waiting for. He had instructed me to fuck him as hard and as fast as I could, and to spank him while I did so. Using my open palms to slap his butt-cheeks, I slid my aching cock up and back, his velvet butthole gripping and relaxing, his body swaying in the air, toward me and away, back and forth, until finally I felt his sphincter clench and his pussy-lips contracted on my shaft, squeezing and milking it as his prostate pumped and great spurts of semen spewed from his cock, catching the light as they fell, glistening, to the floor.

My own dick exploded then, rammed up his hot cunt, my balls brushing his ass, and he continued to clamp down, tight, on it, squeezing it dry. I stayed buried in him, embedded in his sweet boy-bottom as wave after wave of ecstasy shuddered through my body. Only when I felt his grip relax and my hardness leaving did I slowly slip out of his red-hot bottom. Taking him down as swiftly as possible, I took him in my arms and we kissed. I'd never dreamed I could come so intensely!

I whispered to him. "Was it what you wanted? Did it match your dreams?" He threw back his head, shuddered, then buried his lips in my neck, his body trembling as he kissed me. "Oh, god, man! Yes!" We stared into each other's eyes then, each coming to the same conclusion. We'd known each other only a day and a night. He was 12 years my junior. We came from different worlds. Yet I knew he felt what I did. Even with his tender age, he had forced me to go further into the world of my secret desires than any MAN I'd ever known. "I think I love you, Paulo," I whispered in amazement, savoring the words, the feeling behind them. His eyes shone and he smiled happily. His lips sought my mouth and clamped on it with a death-grip.

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We got to California without incident. I turned Paulo over to his mother, and the old man paid me well for his grandson’s safe conduct. The war of nerves between the clans ended peacefully, freeing Paulo from fear of kid napping. Meanwhile, I managed to charm Paulo’s mother sufficiently that she kept me on as her son’s private bodyguard. She even let me take the boy to my home on the weekends. But all that was later. Now, as we kissed, I fondled his still-hot bottom and wondered, what it would be like to have been in his place. Somehow, I knew that in time, I would be. And I was.