Gay Erotic Stories

It's winter in New Orleans. Ten polaroid shots in the camera. I do the set-ups. David poses for me as I direct. He stretches out on the couch in our apartment. He's wearing a one-piece suit of long underwear. "Unbutton down to your navel. Let me see your nipples." He unbuttons...and widens the opening to expose his torso. His chest hair is wild and beautiful. The rings in his nipples glint in the afternoon light. His skin is still dark and tanned from the summer and contrasts dramatically with the bleached white of the underwear. "Enjoy them..." He wets his fingers with saliva and circles each nipple, pulling at the rings. His nipples stand erect, the aureoles--large and brown and inviting--damp and glossy. He sucks his fingers again and pulls at the ring in his left nipple, twisting it and pulling it until the nipple is red and slightly swollen. His pleasure is reflected in his half-open eyelids. His free hand is pushed down below his navel, his fingers hidden by the V of the half-opened underwear. He turns his head slighty away from me...and I take the FIRST SHOT. "Go ahead...unbutton the rest of the way..." He opens the remaining three buttons, fully exposing his abdomen. His chest hair melds into the hair covering his belly. A dark center-trail disappears into a wirey tangle of pubic hair which sprouts over the edge of the V of white which still covers his genitalia. "Make it hard." His left hand returns to his nipple. He begins to rub the palm of his right hand across his crotch. He pushes down and across the soft, round bulge--once, twice, thrice--until his cock separates from his balls and grows full and stiff down the inside of his underweared leg. He continues to rub, now outlining the length of his cock with his fingers, stroking it until it moves horizontally across the front of his thigh, its head emphasized by the ridge which surrounds it. His erection gradually tents the front of his underwear. The shaft of his cock, where it rises from his pubic hair, is partially exposed for the first time as it strains against the material to free itself...and I quickly snap the SECOND SHOT. He strips out of the long underwear, rolls it in a ball and pillows it under his head as he resumes his prone position on the futon. "Play with yourself..." He runs his hands down his torso and, then fisting them loosely, each hand down the length of his cock. "...and show me that you like it." He spits in his palms, jacks himself, pulls at his balls...until his dick extends red and hard against his belly. His shaved balls are a smooth, tight sac. "Show me..." He increases his strokes. His mouth opens and is wet with excitement. He uses his mouth to wet his palms again and again. The saliva runs down his cock and balls and pools beneath his ass. "Show me..." The pre-cum glosses at his slit and then oozes onto his cock-head. He smooths the pre-cum over his shaft, adding it to his spit, to continue to lubricate and jack his dick. "...that you like it." He raises his hips off the bed, his whole body tensing in anticipation... ... as I order: "Stop." ...and take the THIRD SHOT. The three strings (rough, thick leather) are from construction boots. Each measures about 18 inches in length. "To keep you hard...and to heighten your pleasure. "Turn around to me." He sits on the couch facing me, stretched out, his feet on the floor, his legs spread wide so that I have easy access to his cock and balls. "Relax..." He leans his head back and closes his eyes. I tie the first string securely around the base of his cock and balls, looped twice, a leather cock-ring. I cross the ends of the remaining lengths underneath his balls and bring each end up in a separate loop to tie off each ball in an individual harnass. Each ball, now reddened in its leather embrace, juts toward me. I carress them both in my hand, squeezing gently, then releasing them. He stirs... "Not yet. Keep your eyes closed and stretch back." He relaxes further, readily pushing his cock and balls toward my grasp and further manipulation. The second string I tie and loop once around the base of his balls where they separate from his cock. I pull on his balls, stretching them further toward me. They give slightly in the stretch and I loop the second string twice more around his balls, tying it tightly. His balls are completely harnassed now. The ball-sac is stretched to its limit, each hot egg bound under smooth, taut skin. I squeeze them both in my hand...not so gently...and pull again slightly. He moans. "Do you like that?" He nods and licks his lips. He reaches down to touch himself and I push his hand away. "Not yet." I tie the third string around the base of his dick and then criss-cross it up his shaft to the protruding ridge of his cock-head. Just below the ridge I loop it once and tie it tightly so that his cock-head is swollen purple-red. I grasp the cock-head with my hand, twisiting it slightly. He moans once more, turning his head back and forth against the underwear pillow. I center his trussed dick in my lens...for the FOURTH SHOT. "Show me your ass." He kneels on the floor with his back to me, his torso and head on the couch, his hands grasping the back of the couch. He raises his ass toward me. A line of fine hair extending from his spine darkens and widens as it disappears into the crack between his buttocks. He's damp from the sweat of his excitement. "Open it up for me." He brings his hands backs and pulls his ass cheeks apart. The pucker of his asshole lies embedded in curls of hair. "Open it so I can see it." He pulls his ass cheeks further apart until he reveals the pinkness inside, wet and juicy and inviting. Above his leather-bound balls, his perineum is swollen in readiness. His dick extends straight down between his parted legs, straining against the front of the couch, his cock-head wet once more with pre-cum...a perfect picture for the FIFTH SHOT. I hand him the Lube. "Do it for me." His ass still up in the air, his face buried in the couch, he squeezes the Lube onto his fingers and generously lubricates himself. The inside of his buttocks, the hairs surrounding his asshole and the opening of his sphincter glisten with grease. He glides one long middle finger up his own ass, shivering slightly. The other hand parts his cheeks, widening his hole for entry. He twists his finger in his ass, back and forth, and then begins to fuck himself with his finger...in and out...finally pulling his finger out completely, greasing himself again and then re-entering with two fingers, widening his hole, twisting and pulling the sides of his asshole further apart and then fucking himself with two fingers. Finally, both fingers are withdrawn. He repeats the lubrication for the third time, cups his middle three fingers together and pushes them deep inside. He shivers noticeably this time as he probes himself, rotating his fingers to further open up his ass. His buttocks, his perineum, his balls are all wet now with grease and sweat. Slowly he begins to fuck himself with three fingers, withdrawing them to their tips and then plunging them back into his waiting hole. As he finds his rhythm, he begins to moan with increased pleasure. The circumference of his asshole widens, its pink-red center like an opening flower which spreads itself eagerly for the...SIXTH SHOT. The black butt-plug, which is only four inches long and three inches in circumference, glides easily and completely into his ass. "Turn back to me..." He sits facing me, the butt-plug lodged securely in place. His leather-laced cock points toward me, fully extended to its rigid nine inches. "...and bring it to the edge." He runs his fist down the shaft of his dick, testing its feel beneath his hand. The leather shifts as he rubs into his cock-skin. "Damn!" He greases the head of his cock and twists it beneath his fingers, so that it colors into a deeper shade of purple. He begins to jack himself. The leather-strings darken with the grease of the Lube, which he replenishes. His fist moves in ever-quickening strokes down the length of his cock. The pleasure-pain of the leather cutting into his skin is reflected in his moans and jerks of surprise. He pauses between each series of strokes, beginning anew each time with a gentleness which underscores the increased sensitivity and rawness of his cock. Beneath the ridge of his cock-head, where the strings bind most tightly, his skin is bright red from the abrasion of the leather. He pulls and yanks at his leather-bound ball-sac, stretching it to its full extension. "Shit!" He teases pre-cum from his cock. Although he is not yet ejaculating, the cum seeps generously, dripping down his cock-head into the leather lacing. He takes his index finger and dips into the cum at his slit. He tastes it and then rubs his finger over the tip of his cock, coaxing out a second supply. This time when he brings his finger to his mouth a viscous string of cum extends from his cock to his lips and is captured perfectly in the afternoon sun...for the SEVENTH SHOT. I hand him a fourth leather string, longer than the others. "Thread it and tie it off around your cock." He hesitates...but he takes the leather thong and threads it through the ring in his left nipple and then through the ring in his right. He pulls the free ends down to his harnassed cock, wraps the ends twice around his cock and balls and begins to tie it. "More tension than that." His eyes dart at me quickly. I nod my head and he complies, tying it tightly. The leather thong stretches taut from his cock to his nipples, pulling at the rings. By bending or extending his sitting position he's able to control the tension in the triangle of leather. He leans backwards and his nipples are two stretched points, popping off of his pecs. Sweat glistens on his brow, in his chest hair and under his arms. I reach for a cock-shaped dildo... "Give me your ass." He grasps his ankles and raises his legs in the air, his ass open to me. I pull out the butt-plug which he releases with a sigh. I grease up the dildo (seven inches long, five inches in circumference at its roundest) and nudge its mushroom head into the cleft of his asshole. It refuses to go in. "Open up wider and push for me..." He spreads his legs wider. He grabs his ass-cheeks and spreads them, opening the red center of his asshole to my further prodding. I lodge the head of the dildo in his ass again. "Push for me." I grasp the bottom of the dildo and push forward. He pushes back. I watch as the edges of his asshole slowly widen to accept the greased head. With a quick gulp, the head disappears into his ass. "Jesus!" I wait until he relaxes, then nudge it forward again. He recoils at first and grabs my wrist, then relaxes a second time and lets go. I inch the dildo forward until all seven inches have disappeared. Slowly I begin to rotate the dildo inside of him, further opening him up. Finally, he pushes his ass back onto it, greedy for more. "Fuck you...?" He nods his head. I withdraw the dildo half-way and then push it back into his ass. "Fuck you...?" He nods. I withdraw the dildo, except for its cock-head, and push it back into his ass. I repeat this, again and again, each time thrusting it deep inside him. "Fuck you...fuck you, man." I pull the dildo out completely. His asshole slowly winks closed. Juices drip from his sphincter. "Fuck you...?" He nods once more and I plunge the dildo back into his ass. He moans with pleasure? With pain? "Fuck you...fuck you..." Each time I pull out the dildo, his asshole lingers open for a longer period of time, red and hungry, waiting to be filled up...and ready for the EIGHTH SHOT. A success in marketing, the Jeff Stryker dildo (molded from the porno star's cock) is ten inches long and nearly seven inches in circumference. It's an impressive tool: flesh-colored and solidly flexible. A wide-mouthed suction cup is hidden beneath the replication of the heavy ball-sac. When properly attached to the smooth wooden floor, the dildo presents an imposing stance. "Ready it." He kneels beside the dildo and begins to lubricate it. Hand over hand, he greases the shaft and the tip of the dildo's cock-head. He looks up at me... "And perform..." He lubricates his asshole and fingers himself in preparation. Facing me, he crouches and lowers his ass to the dildo's tip. He holds the dildo in place with his right hand and begins to ease down on the Stryker claim-to-fame. The inch and a half of cock-head disappears quickly. Another three inches follow before he looks at me again. The width of the dildo challenges him. He pants silently before forcing the next two inches up his ass. He eases up slightly and re-greases the remainder of the exposed dildo and the rim of his stretched asshole. The last three and half inches require a slow, careful effort. His entire body drips with sweat before he finally slides down to the ball-sac ("Motherfucker!"), impaled upon the entire length. Despite its constriction, his cock has lost much of its original rigidity. "Go all the way..." His tense grin slowly lightens and widens as he begins to fuck the Stryker dildo, holding the dildo's base, rising up and easing...pushing...plunging his ass and his body down again and again upon the thick shaft. His cock rises, rigid beneath its leather binding. His cock-head deepens to purple once again. His balls are hard and red. His perineum is swollen and throbbing. "Take it, man. Take it all..." As he begins to moan more loudly with each thrust, I take...the NINTH SHOT. "Make it happen." His eyes are glazed with pleasure as he grabs his cock and begins to stroke himself. I reach out and grab the leather triangle. His nipples come to me, red...succulent... "Jack it out..." He quickly finds the necessary rhythm to achieve the fullest pleasure from both the dildo and his hand. "Jesuschrist!" "Jesus!" The sweat is thrown from his body as it streams down his face, his arms, his belly... "Jack it out..." The first roll of thick, white cum oozes up out of his slit and down over his fingers. He breathes heavily...panting..."Oh,god, ohgod, ohgod"...and a second load covers most of his hand. "That's right, force it out...force it all the way." He pushes the dildo deep into his ass as I tighten my grip on the leather thong through his nipples. He begins to gush. The cum spews forth in a white, hot geyser onto the wet, matted hair on his chest, up over his swollen nipples, dripping off the leather thong which I hold taut, up onto his shoulder and his chin... One final eruption rises straight up in the air like a spray of fireworks and it is this which I capture in mid-flight...for the TENTH and FINAL SHOT.