Gay Erotic Stories

Jordan had never really thought of himself as "gay", though he had 'fooled around' with several friend of his when he had been a little younger. But Jordan had always found it easy to like girls, and he had been popular with them! In High School, he had 'dated' a number of girls his age; and so, this web-cam thing was something very different for him; and yet, if he was to be honest about it, he found it strangely enjoyable!

Ronald was considerably older than Jordan; by about 30 some years, in fact! Ronald had said he was 58. Jordan had just turned 27.

The nature of the so-called 'relationship' between Ronald and Jordan was what you could call dominant/submissive. There was a curious sort of logic to that for Jordan. His mother, Cynthia, had raised Jordan all on her own after Jordan's father had abandoned them for a younger woman. That had been when Jordan was only 6. Jordan had never seen his father after that. So, strangely enough, Ronald had become an erstwhile 'father' for Jordan, though it wasn't the sort of father figure Jordan's mother would have wished for her son!

Jordan inhabited the basement of his mother's house, and he jealously guarded his private domain! There had been several loud clashes between Jordan and his mother over the privacy issue, but that had been settled at last. His mother still thought her son spent way too much time on-line, and though this was still an occasional topic of dispute between them, for the most part, she no longer bothered her son about it. For the most part, that is.

* * * * * As Jordan's mother got ready to leave for work, he felt restive, and her slowness aggravated him.

"So, what's your plans for today, Jordan?" She asked, sipping the last dregs of her coffee.

Such a question always bugged him.

"You're going to be late, Mom," was Jordan's answer.

"I know!" She said. "I'm 'interfering' again."

"Yes you are. You said you'd not do that to me any more, I thought."

The look on her face showed she was contrite, even sad.

"I'm sorry, Jordan. Really, I am. But, I still think you spend way too much time on that damned computer of yours! I know you think differently about that. But (and know I've said this a thousand times before) you'll never meet a nice girl down in the basement all day doing...whatever it is you do down there. There! I've said it! I'm sorry, Jordan, but it's just not healthy being in that dungeon down there nearly ALL DAY!"

"You're going to be late Mom. Look at the time."

A few moments later, and she was gone.

As Jordan went back down the basement stairs to his room, the agitation he had been feeling while waiting for his mother to go to work, lingered on. Part of the 'agitation' had been due to his mother's on-going interference into his private life; but, actually, the biggest reason for it had to do with Ronald, the older man he had been chatting with on-line. It was Friday, and every Friday morning at 10:00, he had a web-cam session with him!

* * * "Hey there, Jordan!" Ronald said smiling out at him from Jordan's lap-top screen. "How are you?"

"I'm good!"

"I like hearing that," he said, still smiling. "I've been thinking a lot about you all week long. The anticipation was killing me!"

"Yeah, me too! I could hardly wait for my mom to leave for work. She seemed to take FOREVER to go!"

Ronald ignored Jordan's reference to his mother.

"Have you...you know? Been 'holding your place' this week?"

"I have. All week! I did a little masturbation yesterday, but, I didn't come, I promise!"

Ronald smiled out at Jordan, and then said, after a brief pause: "I'm proud of you Jordan. I knew you could do it! I'm touched by your, uh, 'devotion.' Really. I am. I am very flattered!"

Jordan felt a sudden swelling sensation in his groin as Ronald had complimented him. He had also felt proud of himself for being able to forgo an orgasm for seven very long days in a row! Before he had met Ronald, such a thing would have been unthinkable. In fact, he had typically jacked-off four or five days a week; and sometimes twice a DAY!

But now that he had become 'involved' with this much older man, he was freely, and without any coercion, submitting his own erotic desires to someone else's commands; and Ronald seemed to like making Jordan wait to be 'given permission' before he could come.

The truth was, Jordan enjoyed this strange relationship between he and Ronald VERY much. It might have had some (very convoluted) connection to Jordan's never having had a father figure in his life. This would have been how Jordan's mother would have seen it; and Jordan wouldn't have necessarily disagreed with her. I was the one thing, ironically enough, that they could have seen eye-to-eye on!

* * * *

Jordan was antsy setting there facing his lap-top talking with Ronald. The long seven day orgasm fast had taken it's toll on him. Jordan just wanted to jack-off and empty his balls! But Ronald toyed with this fact. It was obvious to Jordan that Ronald absolutely loved 'torturing' his young stud's libido in exactly this way. It was a power trip. A game. And Jordan had tacitly agreed to play along! Of course, even though Jordan was feeling frustrated from the long seven day wait since the last time he had jacked-off, he also knew that an orgasm after such a long interval was all the more intense, as well as pleasurable, for submitting to it!

"I'll bet you're really very eager to come at last, huh?" Ronald said.

"I am!"

"Why don't you get that beautiful dick of yours out and begin doing something about that?" The older man said. He had a faint smile (or, was it more of a 'smirk?'). There was something about that curious expression on his face that always excited Jordan.

Jordan stood up and immediately unzipped is jeans, and without being told to, he slid out of them and tossed them onto the floor beside him; and then he slid his T-shirt over his head as well; and he stood for a few seconds, completely naked as Ronald gazed out from his side of the connection and watched Jordan slowly stroked his cock.

It quickly grew to full erection, and Jordan felt the now familiar thrill he had come to look forward to feeling in Ronald's on-line presence!

There was a long moment of silence as he continued to stroke his cock. Jordan had a very nice looking dick. Ronald was right about that. It was close to 8 1/2 inches long, when fully erect; and it was an inch and a quarter in diameter. He had been circumcised well, and as his hand stroked over the upper third of his cock, he liked the way his cock head looked, with its gracefully flaring glans jutting prominently outwards. Perhaps it was just vanity, but he liked the fact that Ronald complimented him on his cock size so profusely!

As Jordan felt the tingling pleasure his hand was producing on his cock head and shaft, he heard Ronald saying: "My god, Jordan. That's got to be he most beautiful dick I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh, absolutely! It makes me wish I could reach out through your lap-top and grab hold of it for myself!"

That excited Jordan to hear!

"Too bad we live so far apart," Jordan said out loud. That had been that first time he had openly admitted to such a feeling; and hearing himself say it his cock stiffened even harder than before!

"Oh, god, Jordan! You're driving this old man crazy with lust!"

"I am?" Jordan replied feeling even more excited than ever.

"Oh yes! ABSOLUTELY...I love our sessions SO much, Jordan! I think about you everyday."

"Really?"

"It's true! I wouldn't lie to you about that."

"Wow. That's nice to say! I like knowing that. It makes me feel...I don't know...special?"

"You're every bit special to me, Jordan. You've NO idea how much I look forwards to these times."

It occurred to Jordan that, in one sense at least, that he had become a kind of Slave to this older man; and yet, on the other hand, what Ronald had just admitted: that he looked forwards to their web-cam sessions, and to a very considerable degree; that Ronald was just as much of a Slave to Jordan!

As Jordan stood there, stroking his erection, and feeling the pleasure building stronger by the second, he found this idea very exciting! Both he, as well as Ronald, had become just as 'enslaved' to the entire scenario!

Jordan managed to refrain from ejaculation several times during this; knowing that Ronald liked seeing that. Each time he almost came, he'd let go of his cock, and both he and Ronald could watch as it twitched and throbbed!

"I LOVE seeing that!" Ronald said suddenly.

Then Jordan resumed stroking his cock once again, and this time, and especially since he hadn't had any orgasm for the past seven days, he knew he wouldn't be able to refrain from that for very much longer!

He definitely wanted to come, but he'd learned to enjoy those 'not-coming', almost-orgasms, as well!

But the time arrived where he could no longer keep frustrating himself like that any longer. It was nearly noon by then, and he had an appointment to go to; and so, with a slight feeing of reluctance, he told Ronald that he was about to come.

"You have my 'permission!' " He heard Ronald say.

That was, of course, all part of this very unusual Game that the two of them played together. Jordan knew that he didn't, really, need Ronald's actual permission to have an orgasm; and yet, Jordan and come to enjoy this funny Game quite a bit!

"Oh, fuck," Jordan said. "I'm so close to coming."

"MMMM!," he heard Ronald's voice saying. "Please do...I love it when you come! And," he said pausing just slightly before going on, "when you do, come for ME. I want you to come FOR ME. Okay?"

He had asked that of Jordan before; and Jordan had always found it tremendously exciting to do precisely that! It seemed to lend to that occasion an extra dimension of eroticism! It was like stepping across an invisible threshold from which, once stepped across, you knew you could never step back across; and that made Jordan feel strangely free somehow. He wasn't able to explain it any better than that.

So, as he felt his orgasm approaching once again, he really did 'want' this older man on the lap-top screen to 'have' his load of sperm! He knew it was slightly crazy to even think in those terms, but that was where his mind was at!

Jordan reached out an picked up a large, black plastic 'platter', that he had appropriated from his mothers kitchen, and set it just in front of the key board. He would shoot his sperm onto it, so that, as he did, Ronald would be able to see it for himself!

Then, after a few more strokes up and down his cock shaft, he said out loud: "Oh FUCK...YESSSSS!!!" And as he said that, he started pumping his long pent-up load of sperm all across the shiny black plastic surface of the platter!

"Oh YES!" He heard Ronald saying.

Jordan kept pumping his hand over his cock shaft, and as he did, he kept pumping more and more and more sperm out the end of his cock head! He felt his legs trembling from the utter pleasure of the long looked-for release!

"Oh, fuck YESS!" He continued to say, even as he ceased pumping any more sperm.

"Oh. My. GOD! Jordan" he heard Ronald saying. "That was TREMENDOS! Really. Absolutely fabulous!"

Jordan gave his cock several good shakes, and as he did, a large glob of sperm, that had clung to the underside of his cock head, plopped onto the black plastic plate.

"Oh fuck," Jordan said, letting his breath out in a long, noisy sigh of release, as well as exhaustion!

"Thank you, Jordan!" Ronald said. "Really. That was absolutely fantastic! Beautiful!"

Jordan picked the black plastic plate up and held it closer to the web-cam.

"Here it is. It's yours! Just as you asked."

"MMM," Ronald said looking at it from his end. "I wish I was there with you right now."

"Yeah. It is too bad."

Jordan reminded Ronald that he had to go to an appointment.

"Thanks again, Jordan!" Ronald said. Then he added: "Remember. NO ORGASMS UNTIL NEXT TIME! Okay?"

"Scouts honor!"

"Okay then. Till next week, Jordan! Take care; and, take special care of that fabulous cock of yours!"

"That's a promise!"

Another LONG seven days stretched out in front of Jordan; with no orgasms. He sighed again as that thought occurred to him.

Seven das was a long time to go between orgasms, and yet, as he rinsed off the black plastic platter that still had his sperm all strewn across it, and as he watched it swirl down into the bathroom sink in the basement, the orgasm he had just had had made the long wait endurable!