Gay Erotic Stories

I couldn't believe it. My connections to the Patriots training camp had come through. Drew Bledsoe had been delivered to my door passed out and ready for me to take advantage of. Although, today you won't know he was a Patriot. Dressed in a tight t-shirt, tight jeans and black boots, my man was all Cowboy! That was fine by me. Tonight I was gonna lasso me some fun. The delivery men told me I had about 30 minutes before the drugs wore off so I got right to work. I grabbed a bundle of rope and a couple of bandanas and took to my man. I turned Drew on his stomach and tied his wrists tightly together. Next, I tied him just above the knees and at the ankles. There was just enough rope left to lash his massive arms tightly to his side by banding rope around his chest four times. Just then, Drew began to come to. Those delivery men must not have taken his massive 230 lb. physique into consideration when administering the dosage in Drew's protein shake. No matter. I pulled his head back and stuffed the first bandana in Drew's mouth. His eyes widened in horror as he realized his situation. I told him to be calm as I wrapped the second bandana around his head securing it tightly in a knot. Drew's muffled yells made me unbelievably hot. I turned him over and pulled off his western belt and told him to silence himself if he didn't want the belt being pounded against his backside. I unbottoned Drew's 501's to find skin-tight boxer-briefs holding an already erect monster package. Pushing the tight blue jeans down his massive thighs, I grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen table and cut the boxer-briefs off him. While I was one for administering killer blow jobs, I like my men smooth. Drew's brown forest hid the full beauty of his tool and needed to be weeded out. The pleading look in Drew's eyes as I applied the shaving gel was sexy as hell. I made quick work of his pubic bush and soon I had restored him to his pre-puberty glory. It was evident from his constant hard-on that his muffled protests were just an act. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as I placed my lips on his crimson shaft. He thrusted his tool toward me as best as he could in his bound condition and within minutes creamed me with his milky load. It was then I noticed the trail of hair that lead up to his belly button. It marked a stark contrast to his smooth pubic region and would have to be remedied. I grabbed the scissors again and Drew knew what was coming and the muffled yells began again. In no time the skin tight t-shirt was history and so was the hair on his chest. Now smooth, I admired his muscled pecs and beautiful nipples. I licked his cheset and kissed his tits which immediatley became hard as erasters. This man was getting something his wife never gave him. He began trying to say something calmly so I decided to remove the bandanas. "Please re-tie me with my arms above my head. I'd love for you to shave my pits." I knew it. His straight act was just that--an act. I gleefully tied his arms above his head and secured them to the headboard and went to work on his furry pits basking in his masculine smell. "Can I make one more request?" Drew asked. "I've always had a cowboy boot fetish and I'd love for you to lick my boots." Wow, I'd really met the man of my dreams. I began licking the black Tony Lama boots and Drew's dick rose to its 9 inches of glory again. This was going to be a long, hot sweaty night!