Gay Erotic Stories

First, let me say that I am a shorter, blond-haired, blue-eyed white guy in my mid-thirties, but still young-looking, and a total submissive bottom. I have always liked the Ultra-Masculine: muscles, facial and chest hair, leather, cowboy gear, boots, gloves, cops, firemen, and military, but especially bikers; that look of a big strong man in his leathers with a powerful chopper between his legs is like an aphrodisiac, and a biker man revving his engine, so loud it hurts, is like a mating call to me. I have always liked white guys, but I joined the Navy a few years back, and during a stint in Iraq, I started fantasizing about Black men, which was a new experience for me. Now I drove to Las Vegas to meet a big Black Kinky Biker Stud, and as soon as I arrived He clapped me in handcuffs, ripped my clothes off me, and deposited me on His bed for His use. So far He rimmed me real good, getting me super hot in the process, then set His ballsack on my face so that I might worship Him, and taught me to deep-throat His masterful cock. I sucked Him until He came straight down my throat and He deposited the last of His cum in and around my mouth when I began choking for lack of oxygen. But Sir was ready to go again, so I was too.

I looked up at Sir as He stood over me, amazed at my luck to meet such a fine specimen of a Man for this, my first time with a Man of Color. Not only was He tall, enough to tower over me, with the well-built muscles of a football player, cut abs and slab pecs that were covered in curls of black hair, but He was also handsome, although a dangerous-looking handsome with His thick black beard, steel piercings running up the outsides of both ears and on the inside tabs of His ears, and a nose ring like that of a bull. He removed His Master's cap with its eight-point top, tossing it aside, displaying His shiny shaven scalp, but He still wore a harness around His upper body with a black leather strap running across His chest, black leather chaps and biker boots, and black leather gloves that laced up His forearms. He had full sleeve tattoos running up both arms. His 00-gauge nipple rings glinted, bright silver, out of His chest hair, hanging from pencil eraser-sized nipples on silver dollar-sized areolas. I wanted Him more than life itself.

Picking me up almost without effort, Sir again placed me on my belly on the center of His bed, and put a pillow under my face as I turned to see what He was doing, and another under my hips to raise them up for what was to come, as He climbed aboard me, and spread my knees with His. I felt the leather of His chaps pushing my legs wider, and the cold steel of their zippers scratched against the insides of my legs. I trembled in anticipation of what He would do to me. Without warning a slap from His gloved right hand landed on my right ass cheek, hard. I cried out involuntarily. "Does the boy have a problem with Sir administering chastisement?" Sir asked in His deep voice, deeper than any other voice I knew by an octave. Before I had a chance to respond, another slap, this one from His left hand on my left cheek, rang out, and I stifled a cry.

"No, Sir," I said in a small voice. A quick volley of sharp slaps followed. Tears stung my eyes, although I promised myself I would not allow them to fall, would not show Sir that weakness. I suffered the spanking administered by my Sir in silence, then felt something that it took me a moment to identify. Sir was stooping toward my ass and licking my ass cheeks where He had slapped me repeatedly, comforting my pain with His tongue as He grasped each pink globe of my inflamed flesh in a meaty dark leathery hand cased in the tight black leather of His gloves. He took His time licking away the pain, and I was not only comforted, but aroused by that touch, His tongue on my throbbing ass flesh an electric connection between us making me want Him all the more. My hands cuffed behind my back, I felt His clean-shaven scalp rub against my fingers as He worked, and I thrilled at that touch.

Sir again traced my Speedo-created tan lines with His gloved hands, then licked along them with His tongue. Before long Sir's tongue made its way to my ass crack, and licked the length of it, scrotum to lower back, before delving in for some detailed rimming. Sir pulled my ass globes apart powerfully to allow Himself greater access, the black leather of His gloves plastered on the pale flesh of my ass cheeks, His strong fingers pulling me open masterfully so He might get at His prize. The feel of His scratchy beard as He worked was driving me crazy with desire, and I believed I could feel the scrape of each individual black wiry hair as it ran along my inner thigh and ass crack. He ran His tongue around my hole, then wet two leather-cuirassed fingers with which to smack the entrance to that hole several times, applying repeated pressure to prepare me for the pressure He would soon deliver me. Again He delved in, poking His tongue through that hole into my tender insides, more and more insistently, His rough tongue raping me, my Sir shoving His tongue up my rectal cavity as far as it would reach. This was getting me so horny, I raised and lowered my hips to meet each thrust from His face as He tongue-fucked me, which caused my penis to fuck the pillow beneath it, a silky smooth and plush feeling against my straining hard-on. I just wanted to cum so badly, but I knew my Sir would allow me that at a time of His choosing.

Sir again licked two gloved fingers of His right hand and those fingers, moistened, probed at my hole along with His tongue. Then they were in, and I stifled a cry as I was stretched open by them. Sir buried them to the knuckles, and thrust them back and forth and around in a circle to loosen me up. Then they were out, as Sir moistened them again, and when they entered me again, the increased thickness implied He had three fingers in me. This continued, coating the black leather with saliva, then stretching, probing, thrusting, until I had all four thick gloved fingers of His right hand inside me, and the pain was just beginning to turn to pleasure at being thus invaded, and He and I both knew what must come next: His monstrous cock. The moment had arrived that He would fuck me.

Sir reached across me to fetch a condom and a bottle of lube from a nightstand as I turned my head to see what I might be able to see. Savagely He set the condom packet in His teeth and ripped. He lubed up His fuck-rod, which looked impossibly huge and distended to me, like the oily black piston from some piece of oversized machinery, with a large silver ring at the top, and I realized it was about to go up me. I had no idea if it would fit, and I wondered again what absurdity had led me to believe I could fuck with this incredible huge Stud Man. None of that, however, made me want Him less.

Happy with the lube job, Sir rolled the condom on, and applied another layer of lube over it, before rubbing the cold lube into my ass crack and pushing a glob into my hole. "You ready, boy?" Sir asked in a growl. Two of Sir's fingers in my hole rubbed the lube around, coating my love canal. "Once I've tagged you, you'll never be the same."

This I knew. This was a defining moment. "Yes Sir, I'm ready; I want this," I said with finality.

"BEG FOR IT!" Sir shouted.

"Sir, please, please fuck me," I begged. I had not foreseen that Sir might not find favor with me, and might not give me His tool at this point, and I choked back disappointment. "I know I am not worthy, but please don't withhold Your huge cock, Your amazing Man-meat from my hole. Please find me worthy and put Your huge black dick up me and fuck me silly. I am Your little cunt, do with me whatever You want. My hole is Yours now."

"Good boy," Sir purred. "I'll give it to you all right. You're about to belong to Me, body and soul. I'm gonna fuck you within an inch of your life."

I believed I already belonged body and soul to my Sir, since He came down my throat, but who wanted to split hairs at this point? He leaned over me, and positioned His PA at the entrance to my fuck-tunnel, and gave a little push. The silvery ring with the ball set in it sheathed in latex popped in, but no part of His flesh as yet had. Disappointment welled up in me again, and I pushed my hips back against Him. I wanted Him inside me, even if it meant He would fuck me to death, and would do anything to get what He'd promised. I flexed open my butthole as I pushed back and enveloped the head of Sir's cock. He was in me at last! I moaned as I felt His rounded knob filling out my rectum. He felt so good, pain and pleasure doing an intimate dance throughout the area of my hips and insides. But it was not enough, and I wanted all of Him. My weight on my chest and knees, I thrust my pelvis back at Sir again, and a few more inches of Him slid into me. Now we were getting somewhere. I was ecstatic, and Sir let out a heavy breath. I couldn't see where He was entering me, but I knew Sir could see it and would be watching His huge ebony-black cock disappear into the tight pink hole of my lily-white ass.

"You do want Sir badly, don't you boy?" He breathed.

"Yes Sir, definitely Sir, I'd do anything to have You."

"Anything?" Sir said with rising inflection. "We may test the limits of that later."

Now Sir joined the pushing, and more of Him slid into me. I could feel Him at the entrance into my lower intestine, knocking at that door, but I wanted all of Him, so despite the pain inherent there, I did not wish Him to stop. I clasped and released the silky smoothness of His condom-clad cock, willing my asshole open as I pushed back again. I screamed with sudden pain, but then He was through that second sphincter into my intestine, and I knew that there couldn't be much more of His cock that I didn't have in me. Sir was getting into it now, breathing heavily, and rutting and pushing. I felt His abs closer against my hands, and when I felt the loose folds of flesh of His ballsack against my inner thighs and my own scrotum, I knew He was there. Balls-deep in me. Everything He had was up me, His full Manhood was now mine.

Sir rutted and thrust like a wild beast. Propping Himself up on one hand, He set the other under my belly to pull me upwards to make it easier for Him to slide me back and forth to pleasure His cock. I was in Heaven, knowing I was full of this big Black Man. My pussy-hole stretched around His dick, clasping the base of that dick at the apex of each of His thrusts when He was balls-deep. I was in agony and ecstacy. His spear was buried deep in my guts, and He fucked me with abandon that said He did not care how much internal damage He was causing, so long as He felt the pleasure of my silky insides enveloping Him.

How long we fucked like that, I don't know. I lost all track of time while Sir pounded me mercilessly, but it grew dark outside. His breath came ragged, and His sweat dripped on me liberally, bathing me in His fragrance. My legs, pushed wide open around the leather of His chaps, sweat profusely against that leather while the cool metal of the zippers running up His chaps chafed at my legs. Sir lay kisses along my shoulders and neck, and from time to time He turned my head upwards for a passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling in and out of each other's mouths. I was His, His pussy-boy, His fuck-hole, His love- tunnel, the Yin to His Yang despite the color-reversal implicit in that statement.

Then Sir was cumming, and I had never seen or felt a Man cum so hard or for so long. Sir pounded and rutted in my hole wildly. His head turned from side to side, flipping His sweat in jewel-bright beads around the room. His muscles tensed, untensed, and tensed again. His pelvis jackhammered against mine, and I wondered that my pelvis did not shatter under this onslaught. I thought for sure this was the moment that He would rip me apart, that my death was imminent. But at the same time He was kissing me, a tender kiss that communicated intimacy, respect for my offering Him my ass for His use, thanks, affection, maybe even love. Knowing this humongous Stud Man was cumming inside me, was too much for me, and although I was not touching myself, I too began to shoot into the pillows He had set under me. We rocked and shook with the force of our combined orgasm, our sweat mingling, the world outside no more than a dim memory while He was in me, and as I clasped His rock-hard Man-missile which was exploding inside me.

Finally the orgasm subsided and we lay still, sharing that intimate kiss, which neither of us wanted to break. To my amazement, Sir seemed aroused by the kiss, and His penis, deflating slightly within me, filled out again and turned hard as lead. He started sliding back and forth in me again, this gentle motion turning to rougher thrusts to let me know He planned to go again. I broke the kiss. "Sir, I hate to stop You for any reason, but might I be allowed to go to the bathroom?" I asked.

Sir became very gentle. "Sure, sure, I should have asked before if you needed to go," He said. He produced a key from the pocket of His chaps, and unlocked the cuffs so I might move my arms for the first time in hours. Then He slowly, gently, pulled out of me, sitting up on the bed. He helped me get up since my arms were weak from disuse, and I climbed up off the bed, as Sir pulled the spent condom from His cock. As I looked at it, an idea struck me. "Sir, might I have that?"

Sir's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Sorry boy, but why do you want it?" He asked.

"Well, Sir," I began, "I loved drinking Your cum before when You were in my throat, and I hate to just waste any of Your precious fluid. If You agree, Sir, I'd like to drink Your cum from the condom You used on me."

Understanding dawned in Sir's eyes, and He managed to look grateful for this proposed act of worship of Him. "You would do this to honor Me, boy?"

"Yes Sir, absolutely!"

"Then drink it." He held out the used condom, which looked like nothing so much as a discarded snakeskin, but to me it was precious. I took it, seeing that the baby batter was still intact on the inside side, and rolling it down to get at it, I tilted the rubber up to my mouth and drank it down, even going so far as to lick the inside clean, not wanting to waste any.

"You must really love My cream," Sir mused.

"Yes Sir!" I said without hesitation. I did.

"There's more here, on My cock." Sir indicated His crotch with one gloved hand. Without waiting to be told, I rushed to take His erect phallus by the base in one of my hands, and slurped the PA and golf ball-sized head into my mouth before He could change His mind. I sucked and licked the piercing and then the head clean, then ran my tongue around the inside of the foreskin folds as I worked to take more of Him into my mouth and throat. He moaned in pleasure, as I cleaned His cock of the sperm He had unleashed as a result of fucking my ass for the first time. His cum was flavored with lube and latex, but I did not care as long as it was for me to lap it up. I was not able to deep-throat Him from this angle, so settled for licking the parts of His shaft I could not otherwise reach. Satisfied, I smiled up at Sir, He smiled back, and then He showed me to the bathroom.

Sir entered the bathroom with me, and when I saw that we were together in the limited space, I turned to Him. He bent and kissed me, slipping His tongue in my mouth. "Thank you," He said after that kiss. "You know, boy, there's more than just semen that comes from this cock. If you truly want to worship your Sir, you might consider allowing Him to piss on you, or in you."

There it was--Sir had broached the subject of piss play in person, and my nervousness must have shown on my face, because He said, "Just a thought, boy. I'll leave you alone here." He left, shutting the door. I thought about what He'd said, and He did have a point, that to worship Him properly I might have to give in to things I had not previously considered. Sure, we all had things we liked and things we didn't, but how could I know I didn't like it if I never tried it?

When I returned to the bedroom, Sir was lying on the bed, His still-erect tool arching out over His belly and clad in a new condom. "Get over here, boy, Sir wants some more of that tight white pussy!" He roared. Once again aroused by His arousal, I climbed up on the bed and kissed Him. Without breaking that kiss, He slipped a fingerful of lube up my asshole, a cooling balm to my sore sphincter. Sir grasped my shoulders and pushed me back, looking intently into my eyes. "Are you ready to be fucked some more boy? Your Sir requires the use of your fuck-hole."

"Yes Sir!" I said. "Which way do You want to take me?"

"Climb on and ride Me boy!" I did as Sir instructed, holding up that huge fuckpole and sitting down on it a little at a time until it was once more buried in my guts. As I looked in Sir's eyes, I used my knees to piston up and down on that dong, fucking myself on it. I put my hands on Sir's pecs to hold myself upright, feeling the cold metal of His nipple rings beneath my palms. As Sir got into it, He started bucking His hips, fucking me harder than I could fuck myself just by bouncing on my knees. The sensation was amazing as He ground that powerful dick into my innards with every thrust. Sir grasped my hips in His gloved hands and guided me up and down His cock. We both broke out in a sweat, and I could no longer prop myself up against His pecs, so I grabbed onto the leather strap of Sir's harness running across His chest in both my hands, and held on for dear life, as I was getting the ride of a lifetime.

As great as this was, Sir stopped, and guided me up a few inches, showing me how to spin around on His dick, so that I could lie with my back on His chest, my legs splayed out to each side of His, then He quickly got up to speed again and was soon fucking me as hard as ever from His position lying beneath me. I put my hands over His hands on my hips, and set my fingers between the much larger, leather-clad corresponding fingers of His. Sir kissed my neck, and ran His tongue around the curves of my ears, providing me with amazing sensations, and I knew that I would very likely do anything He asked of me to make Him happy. I loved being this close to Him, and having Him inside me like this.

Sir's body started to shudder as He pounded me, and I knew He was close. I opened my legs as wide as possible to allow Him absolute access to my hole, and grasped His wrists tightly to hold on for the ride. "Give it to me Sir," I said. "Let me have it!" I felt Sir's balls pulling up toward His crotch, and knew He would shoot soon.

Sir bucked like a bronco, shook like an eathquake, screamed like a Man in pain, and unleashed a flood of jizz up me. I could feel the condom expand against my insides, and I squeezed Sir's cock with my rectum to heighten His pleasure. I rode out His orgasm, as wave after wave of His pleasure rocked me. At last He lay still, wrapped me up tight in His strong arms, and placed a kiss on my shoulder. I held on to Sir's arms wrapped around me, and we relaxed that way for ten minutes or so, until His cock began to grow flaccid from disuse and shrank within me. Sir tapped me with His hands lightly. "Well boy, we both need a shower, and your Sir needs to take a piss now too."

As I slid off Sir's cock and got up, I thought about what Sir had said about venerating Him by allowing Him to piss on or in me. I remembered what I had decided, that to truly worship Him, I should allow Him to use me as He wished, and be open to new experiences. "Sir," I began timorously, "If You still want to, I mean, well, I would be okay with You pissing on me." There, I had said it. It was out of my mouth and now could not be taken back.

Sir, sitting on the edge of the bed, grasped my neck in His strong hand and pulled me in close. A grin broke out on His face. "Good boy. Very good boy." With His other hand, He slapped my exposed ass cheek, hard, then pulled me in for an intimate kiss. "Thank you boy," He whispered. "We'll start with a golden shower for you, then take a real shower together. But first, this." Sir indicated His crotch again. I rolled the cum-filled condom carefully off Sir's deflated cock, and as before drank the semen from it, careful to lick its inside clean so as to not waste any of Sir's Man-juice, then polished off the remainder from His dick.

Sir put me in the handcuffs again, and escorted me to His tub, one of the whirlpool variety with the higher edge and larger basin. Once standing in front of it, He lifted me up without apparent effort, and set me gently in the bottom. As an afterthought, He removed my watch and set it aside. He engaged the stopper so that I would be lying in the tub in a pool of His urine, rather than letting it run out. With a lustful smile on His face, He took His serpentine ebony cock in His black leather-gloved right hand, still magnificently long despite its flaccid state, and gleaming with the oily residue of the lube He had used in His two successful copulations inside me. "Pissing is the way an animal marks its territory. Now I have already claimed you by fucking and cumming in that ass, but this will be further proof that you are Mine, that you belong to your Sir. You will want your eyes closed as I spray your face, boy," He warned. Much as I did not want to stop looking up at Him, I complied. I shivered, and not just because of the coolness in His home. I had never agreed to such a thing before, further proof that I did not belong to any Sir but Him.

With only the one warning Sir had issued about closing my eyes, He began. A stream of warm liquid hit my face, and I could tell as it ran across my nose and lips that it was definitely not water. The smell of His urine hit my nostrils hard, as some of His fluid ran into my nose. Strangely, I did not find this to be horrible. I had begged Him to fuck me, bathed in His sweat, and drunk His cum and licked His cock clean three times now, so this was merely an extension of the service I provided Him. A way to show Him I thought of Him as a God among men. And as He said, I was His. How could I not like anything that came from His cock? As His piss splashed across my closed eyes and soaked my blond hair, I licked my lips experimentally. His piss was warm and tasted like urine smelled, except that it was His, a gift from my Sir, so I could not think of it as gross. As He worked from the top of my head down, He crossed my mouth once more, and with the little bit my mouth hung open as I taste-tested His piss, a fresh splash straight from His cock shot past my lips. I savored it, swished it around to see if there was anything inherently disgusting about it that I had missed, but it was straight from my Sir's body, so I could not find it abhorrent at all. I cherished the connection between my Sir and me inherent in swallowing a tablespoon or so of His urine. Meanwhile, I opened my eyes to watch as He sprayed my chest and upper arms. His Prince Albert caused His stream to diffuse and shoot in a wide fog, in effect coating me better with His urine. Sir then sprayed my crotch and legs, then ceased His stream so that He could roll me over, after which I was lying on my belly in the quarter-inch or so of His piss in the bottom of the tub. I was truly bathing in it! I set my face down against it, first one side and then the other, to know that I would be absolutely coated in His golden fluid. Sir pissed across the back of my hair and neck, down my back, lingered on my buttcrack a moment, and finally the backs of my legs, when it appeared He had run out of piss. He threw His head back contentedly and sighed. Excited now, I wallowed in the golden pool of Sir's warm piss, and lapped it up like a dog drinking from a bowl--a huge bowl that I was lying in. Sir looked at me and laughed, a particularly merry sound. "That's My boy," He said.

Sir proceeded to take off all His leather gear, while I drank as much of His piss as I could, replenishing needed fluids from the heavy sweating I had done while He was pounding my ass. I was loving His piss, now that I had begun to think of it as merely an extension of Him, of His cock, and as His gift to me. When I had drunk all the piss pooled around the drain and was starting to lick the tub clean, Sir stepped into the tub, nude except for His piercings: sixteen earrings, plus nose, nipples, and PA. I had not seen His legs before, and now saw that as well as being hairy, they were fully tattooed from His hips to His ankles like His arms. "Okay, okay," He said, "enough lapping up the piss. I take it this means you like it, boy?" He stooped to set me on my feet and unlocked the handcuffs, placing them on the counter by the sink before pulling the shower curtain closed.

"Yes Sir, I have a newfound taste for Your piss," I told Him.

"Well there are still a few drops on the end of My penis," He said. I got down on one knee to take the head of Sir's cock in my mouth once again, which was possible now that He was flaccid and that powerful cock now pointed down at me where I knelt. I ran my tongue through and around the PA ring, then sucked on Sir's helmet head, a slightly lighter brown than the deep chocolate of the rest of His shaft, and I ran my tongue up under His foreskin again, licking it clean. He placed one strong hand on the top of my head, as if He were a priest administering a blessing, and His cockhead gave a twitch in my mouth. When I stood, He took me in His arms and kissed me again, heedless of the fact I had wallowed in His piss and drunk it, and eagerly swallowed as much of His cum as He had shot today.

When our kiss broke, Sir released the drain plug, turned on the shower, and we lathered each other up. My touch lingered lovingly over His muscles and curls of black chest fur. I sucked Sir's nipple rings clean, while He rubbed soap gently across the entrance to my hole and finger-fucked me. Clean at last, we stepped out of the shower, and Sir proposed to take me to one of His favorite places for dinner. I agreed, but, having drunk His prodigious loads of cream three times and all His piss from the tub, I now had to piss as well. Sir stood aside to watch approvingly as I unloaded something like a quart of urine in His toilet. Besides the immediate release, it felt strange to now be pissing the fluids I had taken in directly from Him, like pissing out His piss, as though I were His recycling center--it had to go through me to make its way into the sewer system. I resolved that for as long as I was with Him, He would not need a urinal, and His piss would not go into public works systems except when recycled through me first.

Sir removed His nose ring and all but the bottom earring on each side. We dressed and got in the car. Once inside, Sir turned to me and said, "While we're out in public, it might be strange for you to call Me 'Sir.' You can call Me by My real name, Tyrus, or just Ty." I felt honored to be afforded the opportunity to call Sir by His real name, at least in public. The restaurant He had chosen was nice, a locally-owned place with large portions of very good food, and not expensive. We chatted about various non-sexual interests, finding we had much in common, and I found it odd to call Him "Ty" when addressing Him, but it grew on me as I came to like Him more and more.

I quickly discovered that Sir was well-nigh inexhaustible. He pounded my pussy all night long, and occasionally fed His dick down my throat. After He had fucked me furiously, it tasted of latex condom, lube, and His cum and sweat inextricably mingled together. A few minutes with it in my throat served as an aphrodisiac to both of us, and soon led to more fucking. We slept much of the next day, although He was by no means done fucking me, and while Sir took me out to a nice dinner and to see some of the local sights that next evening, constituting the longest period of my trip we were not in bed, I could increasingly tell by the lusty gleam in His eye that He was eager to breed me again.

To be continued . . . This story was a fictional account based on a fantasy. Please let me know what you think. submarineboy2005@yahoo.com