Gay Erotic Stories

He leaned over and grabbed his underwear from the sheets. The floor was a mess, scattered with my clothes. The rest of his wardrobe was folded neatly in the corner. I just stared at his backside. His skin color was a rich olive, dark complexion like my own. My mom would be proud of this tall dark, Mexican, un hombre. I smiled at the scene in my head: Mi mamá standing in the doorway looking at me, sprawled naked on the bed and this good-looking man dressing slowly, teasing me. She’d faint from the shock. It was good to see him in the morning light. The day was bright; I could feel that before he had taken the blindfold off¾the sun made my body tingle, warm. What could he be looking for? He was on his knees reaching for something under the bed. His butt stuck up nicely; I wanted to grab hold of those mounds, make him jump. I was the one who jerked and squealed last night, feeling his breath run up and down my body. He was like a little boy, un travieso playing with a new toy. He made me giggle uncontrollably and beg for mercy when he tickled my gordo, the love handles that stuck out grotesquely in the mirror. Last night, however, they felt like another erogenous zone. The light touch of his tongue made me squirm. He finally found it, whatever it was¾the large smile on his face told me. When he had that silly grin across his face I knew I was in for a ride. It’s the look you see on a little kid. "Manitas de mosco, yo te conosco," my mom would say. She could tell when I was about to go torture my little sister: Teresita had a collection of one-handed, otherwise perfectly proportioned blond bombshells including my favorite, summer-time barbie, headless, showing off her bikini. His hands ran up and down my body. "Not again mijo. I could barely take it last night. My wrists hurt." He didn’t listen. My body tensed preparing for another session of uncontrolled delight and frustration as the restraints on my arms and legs became taut. He told me last night that if I really wanted I could wriggle my way out of the leather straps: The whole night I struggled, my body jerking under the onslaught of his hands, tongue and body. In the end I went limp with exhaustion, his body on top of me. We both fell asleep. His head on my chest, the rhythmic breath blowing, warming my right nipple. Now he started at my mouth. His tongue moistened my lips. I wanted to take his tongue in and savor him but he would always tease. Su lengua flicked in and out, leaving my neck strained as I tried to take him in: I could raise my head only a few inches before the restraints forced me to plop it back on the bed. Finally, his tongue was tickling the sides of my gums and rolling under and over my own tongue. His finger was also inside. "Take your clothes off," I managed to say in between gasps. "I won’t need to," he said and that smile again. I was puzzled but the rushes of pleasure from the finger were too exquisite to think. He moved down from my mouth, continuing to push his finger deep. He withdrew the finger and kissed me. I could feel the tongue enter, parting the soft mounds of flesh. I was in heaven. He was running the tip of his tongue against the right spot, the bundle of nerves I showed him. His timing was flawless. The spasms from his touch were getting stronger, deeper. Right before a rush ran through my body he would push his tongue deeper. He knew I would orgasm soon. He got up and sat beside me on the bed. I heard the condom wrapper rip open. "You want to fuck me with your clothes on, baby? How kinky." He turned around and kissed me on the mouth deep. I could taste my own juices along with his saliva. He prodded me again. It wasn’t his finger this time, I could feel something else inside. He got up and gave me the smile. I looked at him and then heard a click. The vibrations were intense. Travieso, I thought, he does have a new toy. "I told you last night that you could get out of those straps if you really tried." That was the last thing he told before he left for his morning coffee. The vibrator was on and the switch was well out of my reach. Please e-mail me with any comments, suggestions (lamasfacil@yahoo.com) This was my assignment for a class in college