Gay Erotic Stories

Now my work is finished, at last, and I'm on my way home - to you. You are waiting there, I know, waiting and ready for me - and I hurry up… I think only of you, hardly noticing anything around. I'm insane long since. We'll make love… You're created for it, boy, it's the very essence of your being… You're always thinking of it, aren't you? You may be busy with something quite different, but some part of your mind is always working this way - recalling, imagining, desiring, - and I can guess gleams of it nestling in the very corners of your eyes… Often, it begins taking hold of you, and the gleams grow; the moist shine floods in your dark eyes, making them crazy - and, hiding it, you drop down your head, lower your thick lashes and smile this smile of yours I ever fail to describe… Then, the very air around you fills with desire, - it flickers, it feels like those millions of tiny drops of water flying around a fountain and reaching a passer-by with sudden thrilling freshness… Oh!… Great… I've just now nearly run over a biker, simply didn't notice him. I'm getting dangerous, in such a state of mind. Only by a miracle I manage to pull myself together, reach home alive and having nobody killed behind me. I come in… Can't wait - want to look into your maddening eyes, want to press your body tight to mine, - and here you are, skipping down the stairs to meet me, in a vest and small white shorts, barefooted, with a towel in your hand. Oh dear, this shiver inside… I want you so bad! Smiling, you fly up to me and - "Hi!" - kiss my cheek. I want to embrace you and find your lips, but you slip away from me, quickly get my both hands wrapped in the towel and, with an impish smile, whisper "No… catch me first…" Catch? Okay, boy, you'll get it! I throw away the towel and begin moving after you as you retreat, faster and faster; then you turn and run to the garden, glancing back to see if I follow you. Of course I do - and you, contented, begin running headlong. You're light and quick, if my garden was stadium sized, you'd surely beat me in this chase, but, thank God, it isn't - soon you reach the fence, and I drive you into the corner, grab you into a hug, at last, and kiss you, kiss your hot smiling lips - long, long, long, intoxicated with this taste, with this smell of yours… When I tear myself away, you're not smiling already; with a gusty sigh, you hide your face into my chest. I softly draw aside the hair from your neck, - it's sweated a little, and some hairs got stuck to it… I see a thin tender-blue vein quickly pulsing there. I kiss and lick it, move to your ear, probe it gently with my tongue, - and you moan faintly, and it sends me wild. I start to pull off your vest, and that's when you recollect the game you've begun, - you jerk up your head and I see that your smile and your eyes got mischievous again. You start struggling frantically for this vest not to be put off. My, you are so strong and slippery, you little devil! I have to exert every effort to win, but I do win, at last, and the poor vest is thrown away. We both are breathing hard, and you giggle, utterly pleased, as I squeeze your naked now chest in my arms, - but you still don't want to stop resisting: now we begin fighting for your shorts. I try to pull them down holding you with one arm, but that's not enough, I have to topple you down on the grass and clutch your kicking legs between my knees. You wriggle and jostle for some more seconds, then suddenly stop it and lean back, only your chest rising and falling in quick breathing. You're smiling, a bit embarrassed, because what I'm looking at is your cock, big and stiff, straining the soft cloth of the shorts and even pulling the waist of them a little away from your belly. I put my palm onto it and slowly squeeze… You gasp and all arch up… You're so fucking hot! I take the shorts off, - but the moment you get your legs free, you sneak out of my hands, jump up and run fast towards the house. This time, I almost get really angry. I manage to catch you again only on the stairs. You try hard to slip away, but there's no way I'm going to let you go again! You're twisting and kicking, so I have to sling you over my shoulder and simply carry to the bedroom. I throw you on the bed, - and you immediately leap up, but I push you back, squat down on your waist, take a pair of cuffs from a table drawer nearby and, after a short struggle, get your hands fixed to the bed-back. Now, I stand up and undress myself without a hurry, while you're busy tugging at the straps of the cuffs. No, darling, they're strong enough, - you're mine now. I slowly come up to the bed, kneel down beside you, slowly pass my hands over your sides. Your body is heated and your chest is still heaving after the fight. You're lying and smiling slightly, not jerking any more. I run my palms over your back, over your hard butts, and my crotch gets heavy as hell at that. I spank these butts softly - and hear your approving low "mmm…" Then I spank again, a little stronger this time, and you gasp… you lick your lips and almost stop breathing waiting for another slap. You seem to enjoy it, so I make my next spank yet harder - you hiss of pain, and the imprint of my hand, pink, distinct, appears on your ass. I get afraid that it was too much, but you close your eyes, rub your face at the sheet and moan "Mhhh… Yeahh…" You lift a little your butt, asking for more - and I spank more, about a dozen more of rhythmical and weighty slaps. I can see tremors going down your back, you're panting, and when I stop and gently spread your buttcheeks, your panting gets yet hotter. I lube my cock and press its tip against your butthole. You moan and move your butt as far back as you can trying to get me in, but I want to tease you a little. I slide the head of my cock along your buttcrack - up, and down, and once again… A pleading note appears in your moaning, and I begin to slowly insert the cock. You draw a deep breath, ready to take it in, but I've got infected with your impish mood - I go forth only for an inch, then move back. I repeat this some three or four times, till you beg, groaning, "Oh, God!… Come on…" Then, in one long thrust, I deliver my cock at its place, and, with a moan, you take it all, to the very base… Oh, what a feeling it is when your ass, so hot and tight, closes on my hard dick! I almost cum right on the spot… Trying to hold it back, I don't move for a while, lying on you, pressing with my chest and stomach to your warm velvety-smooth back, burying my face into your silky hair. You arch your back slightly, roll a little your butt, trying to cling to me yet closer and prompting me to begin moving. I start sliding my cock back and forth… Every inch it goes inside of you makes the heat in me grow. Everything stops existing but our two bodies melted into one… I hear your heavy breathing mixed with broken deep moans, - and these sounds, like a hot rapid trickle, seem to stream through my entire body down. I feel such trickles running from every little part of me that touches you, giving me new and new spasms of pleasure. My cock grows yet bigger, yet tighter becomes your grip on it… I almost can't hear any other sounds now but the pounding of blood in my ears. I see you hands convulsively clutching the slat to which they're tied; your muscles are tightening, tightening… Ohh, my! You're coming… Once, and again, and again your ass violently squeezes my cock, and it feels like everything in me boils over at the moment; the white hottest flow streams through my steel-hard cock and bursts out there, deep inside of you, with such sharp a pleasure that it's almost a pain already - and I forget where I am… Some more last thrusts, slower and slower - and the tension begins to come down. Sometimes, a quiver of the past excitement runs through your body, and then you squeeze softly my resting cock, and it feels so nice. You're lying with your eyes closed, and a shade of a smile is wandering over your face. The world goes spinning… Blissful emptiness overtakes me. I close my eyes and abandon myself to it, feeling so very good that I don't want to move or think… We lie so, motionless, for some five minutes. Then you push me gently with your shoulders and wonder, - Hey… Are you alive? - No, - I mutter in reply, smiling, but still not making a move. You giggle, - By the way, your corpse is heavy… And it's wet here… And I'm hungry! You shake your shoulders and back, trying to throw me off. I sigh, with regret carefully pull out of you my limped now cock, untie your hands and lie beside you. You roll over on your back, stretch yourself sweetly, and for another five minutes we're lying still. Then you climb on top of me, kiss me briefly and ask, - Where shall we go for supper? - Wherever you want… - I smile and embrace you, - Just, if we go somewhere far, you'll have to drive yourself: I'm of no use any more. I've nearly got into an accident today… By the way, because of you. You look at me, surprised and a little alarmed. I explain, - I've been thinking about you - and didn't see the road. For a second more, a shade of alarm stays in your look, but then you break into a broad complacent smile and chuckle, with sparks playing in your eyes, - Am I that good? There's no need in my answer. I pull you closer and kiss you, long and sensually, feeling a new excitement slowly rising in me and my dick coming to life again. You're getting into it too, I can feel your cock, landed on my lower stomach, starting to grow. You hurriedly tear your lips away from mine and say, in a plaintive voice, - Oh, no… You should feed me first! With that, you make a move to slip away from me, but I just squeeze you tighter in my arms and say, - Well, I guess I have something remained there… If you'll work hard… I look at you with the dirtiest smile I can manage, and you groan, - God, you're a maniac! A brief fight follows, and you laugh triumphantly as you break loose from my embrace. Then, you go away to the bathroom. I stretch myself lazily… Could I ever imagine that a man can feel SO good?