Gay Erotic Stories

I was still having a tough time making a decision about getting pierced. I knew it looked incredibly hot on my two friends and other men; I wasn’t sure that it would look right on me. I wasn’t sure that I could handle the questions or the looks from others in this part of the world who might not understand. I would need to decide before tomorrow morning. We spent the rest of the morning and the early part of the afternoon preparing for the pending departure tomorrow. I suggested lasagna for supper and the guys agreed readily. I had a recipe that we could make ahead and would only have to bake when we were ready. Todd and Troy pitched in to help prepare it. We also finished the laundry so that Troy and Todd had clean clothes. They even helped with some of the housecleaning, too. We did all the chores in the nude and I had a semi-hard-on the whole time watching how their graceful muscular movements were echoed in their heavenly blessing of hair. With the household chores done in short order, we decided to retire to the basement. Okay, Todd kept begging to go there, but I did not put up any protest. In the basement Todd found a hot male DVD. We started to watch it and sat on the couch fondling our dicks. The action in the movie was hot and we were matching the rhythm of the relentless music. Todd had made an excellent choice, because the music enhanced the action. It did not overwhelm it. The dialog in this movie was also the real time dialog. It had not been dubbed after the fact with faked groans and comments. You could hear the real sucking and slurping of the sex, too. It was not long until Todd reached over and grabbed my cock. But instead of stroking it, he stood up and pulled on it until I stood up. Troy was intrigued. As the movie continued playing, Todd literally led me by the balls silently into the play area. I looked at him quizzically and wondered to myself what he had in mind. I knew that whatever it was I was growing with excited anticipation. Todd led me over to the pegs and picked up some lengths of thick black rope along with wrist and ankle cuffs. He then moved toward the St. Andrew’s cross. I quietly followed. Todd looked deeply into my eyes and correctly detected my assent. He seized my left wrist and secured the wrist cuff on it. He then snapped the cuff to the eyebolt at one of the upper arms of the cross. He repeated the process with the other wrist and with my ankles so that I was spread-eagled against the cross, facing outward. Next he took the lengths of rope and began to thread them through the hooks on the edges of the crossbeams, crisscrossing the rope along the length of my arms and legs. Another rope was used to secure my waist at the center of the cross. By this time Troy had come over to where Todd was working on me. He slowly walked around the setup, stroking his hard dick and grunting his approval. Troy disappeared from my sight for a moment, but I could hear him at the shelves and hooks along the wall. I turned my head to see what he was doing, but just that quickly he had returned and suddenly my world went dark. Troy had fetched an eyeless hood and had slipped it quickly over my head. My major sensors now became my senses of hearing and touch. I felt someone tighten the hood. I assumed it was Troy. The hood allowed me to breathe through my nose and I could tell that there was an opening for my mouth. My next sensation was the gentle constriction of my throat: a slave collar. Someone was putting a slave collar on me. My mouth was then forced wide open as a ball gag was placed there. I could feel the straps of the gag being secured behind my head. Troy and Todd were keeping very silent. Once in a while I could hear a grunt or sound that I took to be their signals to each other, but no words were being exchanged. I could see nothing through the solid blackness of the leather hood. I tried to discern where the guys were and who was where, but in the blackness and in the dearth of sounds I was losing my orientation. I had certainly at this point surrendered control. The thought momentarily crossed my mind that I was being a fool. I had welcomed these strangers into my house and within two days had allowed them to bind and blindfold me. They were free at this point to do anything. They could rob me. They could abandon me and no one would find me until it was too late. They could do unspeakable horrors and then kill me. What was I thinking to have allowed this to happen? I started to panic and my breathing became irregular. I could feel my heart racing and my chest heaving. I needed to stop this! Suddenly I felt a warm, strong, hairy hand caressing my chest and the other exposed parts of my body. “Relax. It’s okay,” a voice said. I think it was Troy. The firm but gentle hand and the firm and gentle voice combined to bring me back to reality. Although in other situations and with other persons my fears would have been very justified, I knew that I was okay with Troy and Todd. It was ultimately about trust, and I knew that I had come to trust both men completely. I sensed that both of them had moved away from me. I no longer felt the radiant heat of their bodies and their masculine scent had grown faint. I moved my head from side to side in its dark world as if to detect where they had gone. Swish! Crack! Suddenly the sound and feel of a flogger fell against my broad chest. Some of the strands fell upon my nipples and brought them to painful life. Swish! Crack! I could sense that now the flogger came from the opposite direction. The slapping of the flogger’s straps continued across my body at the skillful hand of my unknown abuser. The rhythm was steady but increasing. The direction changed with every other hit. As the intensity also increased, I began to moan and to try to scream at the pain through the gag. The flogger was directed primarily at my pecs, but from time to time my abdomen and upper thighs also felt its sting. Suddenly the flogging stopped. I then felt the feather light feel of the straps gently playing across the length of my raging hard member and my ball sac. I shivered in sexual excitement. Oh, no! My master was going to flog my manhood! I cringed at the thought of the possible pain. Oh God, no! Not my dick! The teasing in my groin stopped and after a short pause the flogging of my chest resumed. I was straining at the ropes and restraints, trying to break free. But I was really not only unable but also not wanting to do so. Still I writhed with each lash. The lashing stopped. I sensed someone close and then the ball gag was removed. My head was held by a strong hand and a hot tongue entered my mouth and a long passionate kiss in the dark ensued. As this embrace continued, I could fell my bonds being loosened and removed. When my arm cuffs were released, I collapsed into the strong arms of the one kissing me. By the strength and the seeming size of the muscles, I guessed it was Todd. I let myself be embraced fully and was comforted by the mat of chest hair that greeted me. It must have been Todd! The strong arms loosened their embrace around my chest only to reach under my knees and behind my back. I was swooped up, feeling like a bride about to be carried over the threshold. I was carried a short distance and then I was released into what I knew by the feel had to be the sling. My arms were stretched upward and outward, and I could hear the click of their attachment to the chains. Likewise my feet were lifted and secured to chains in similar positions. I knew that this made my ass vulnerable. My head seemed to be supported on some kind of pillow. As I lay there, I knew it was the sling. If the position had not given it away, the strong erotic smell of the leather would have. I winced! The sudden coolness of lube at my ass brought me to attention. Then the slick warmth of fingers probing my hole took over. I sensed one finger, then two, then three, thrusting and twisting, lubricating and stretching me to prepare me. Soon I knew I would get my due. I heard the rip of wrapping, a condom I assumed. Shortly thereafter I felt the blunt pressure of a large warm object at my anus. My rosebud was puckering and twitching like crazy. As the pressure on my asshole increased, suddenly I felt the support drop out from under my head. Two strong hands holding my head behind each ear soon replaced it. My head was lowered and I felt another warm blunt object pressing on my lips. My tongue darted out and swiped the end of the object. The sweetness of a man’s pre-cum registered in my mind. My mouth opened wide to receive its welcomed guest. The hands lowered my head until my mouth and throat formed a straight unobstructed passageway. Though I could not see, I could smell the wondrous musky odor of a man. The thick meat of that man was fed me and I ate it hungrily. Meanwhile the tool that was drilling my chute had pressed onward and inward and was boring steadily. Then the games began. Unlike what Troy and I had done to Todd the day before, when we both entered and exited at the same time, I was now being bred, now being fed. Whoever was in my ass would thrust in as the one in my throat pulled out. Then it would happen in reverse. My throat would be filled and my ass would be emptied. We settled into a steady pace and I was enjoying every thrust. My anal lover was constantly massaging my prostate. My oral lover was so skilled and I was so relaxed that I did not gag. He had me in such a position that he was able to enter his large organ completely. My nose would bang against his balls. I keep saying “he” and “someone” because, other than knowing that Troy and Todd were the only ones with me, I had no clue as to who was doing what. They were of similar size so I could not even use that as a hint. I was completely in the dark and could not see, so I could not use the blonde or black of their man-fur as a clue. They were nearly silent and their groans were indistinguishable. As my friends continued to please me, or I them, which ever you like, I would drift in fantasy imagining now a black blanketed chest between my legs and then a blonde one. I dreamed I was eating a blonde fur-wich and then a black one. I could not choose ultimately between my fantasies. I would have been happy with either. I was happy with both. The pace at my ass began to quicken and I began to feel the pulsing of a cock about to cum. That feeling was enough to send me over the edge. I must have shot high in the air because I felt a wet glob land on my pecs. As I shot my load my hole constricted tightly around the ramrod within me. I heard my fucker groan wildly in pleasure as I squeezed him. I could feel him shudder and shake as he released his life into me. Shortly thereafter the attention moved to my throat and the pulsing began. My throat willingly accepted all that it was sent. As the feeding tube was removed I used my tongue to clean it and to suck any remaining juice from within. The one at my head bent over and kissed me with intensity. It was almost as if he were trying to coax his own cum back out of my stomach. I felt the palm of another hand run over my chest and abdomen. The hand seemed to be rubbing my spent cum into my hairy skin. From the direction and the feel, I surmised that it was the hand of my other lover. I heard both of them sighing, “Oh yeah! That was good!” Within a few moments I heard and could feel each of my wrist and ankles being released from the chains. I was then helped to my feet, but the intensity of the double experience of the cross and sling had left me weak in the knees. I again collapsed into my lover’s arms. He supported me and drew me close to his chest. The double thickness of our combined chest hair provided a soft and warm cushion for me. His left strong arm encircled my chest and held me tight, while with his right hand he petted my head. His hand drew my head to his and his tongue explored the cave of my mouth. I basked in the warmth of his body and the intensely masculine aroma of his presence. I stretched my arms around him in a lover’s embrace. Behind me I sensed another’s presence. Hands were untying the hood and unfastening the collar. The collar was removed and then the hood was lifted. My strong lover broke his kiss as the leather of the hood disappeared. The deep blue of Todd’s eyes was the first thing I saw. I sank again into his strong embrace and his blonde carpeted chest. Our mouths were one. My legs began to regain their strength and even after the recent intense climax, my balls began to churn. With intensity I whispered into Todd’s ear, “Thank you. Master.” His arms squeezed me tighter without him saying a word. Troy approached and wrapped his arms around us both, forming a single pillar of masculine flesh. Our three hairy bodies stood so entwined with each other that, had it not been for the color of our hair, one would not have been able to determine what body part belonged to whom. I turned my head to find Troy’s cheek and kissed him gently. “Thank you, Troy.” We all squeezed even more and the pillar was renewed. We stood silently there for the longest time. In the background we could hear the thump of the music and the groans of the actors in the porn flick still playing. We were not paying any attention. Our focus was not on film. Our focus was the reality of three wondrously hairy men who had bonded and who were less than complete if any one of us was not there. I finally broke the silence. “I love you guys!” “I love you, man!” said Todd. “Oh yeah!” echoed Troy. The pillar began to writhe as each of us tried to nuzzle into the others and to cover them with kisses. When the writhing started to slow down I suggested it was time for supper. The pillar fell apart, but we climbed the stairway as a chain of flesh, holding each other’s hands. We pulled the lasagna out of the refrigerator and put it in the oven. Troy made the salad and Todd prepared the garlic bread. I found an excellent wine and put it on ice. While Troy and Todd finished their kitchen duties I set the table. I went to the hutch. I knew what I wanted to do. There were dishes and tableware that I had not used since I had left my former life. I had entertained clients and executives there. I had little need for them here and they reminded me of a life that I wanted to forget. But somehow tonight seemed appropriate for their use. Taking a deep breath I pulled out the tablecloth and the good china and began to prepare the table. As I did so, I clutched. Would these guys consider it “over the top”? Too much? Feminine? I thought again and decided to go ahead anyway. When I finished, the table looked fit for a president. I lit the candles. Yes, candles. Tonight we would let the light of candles bathe our naked, hairy flesh with its warmth as we shared our meal. No lights, only candles. Todd and Troy came around the corner from the kitchen into the dining area bearing their labors. “Awesome!” said Todd quietly. Troy said nothing, but approached me, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. That said it all. I brought the lasagna to the table and we feasted on the food and on each other’s presence. Most of the meal we had our legs stretched into and under the center of the table, our feet touching each other throughout our dinner. In the darkness of the new evening and in the glow of the candlelight, the shadows accentuated the move of every muscle, the ripple of forests of hair. Our eyes sparkled and danced in that light and our quiet laughter belied the sexual tension among us. We shared our first glass of wine around the table and then moved to what had become our favorite evening gathering place: the bearskin rug in the living room before the fire. I stared into the fire and wondered how this would all end tomorrow. I glanced at Troy and Todd and saw the serenity in their faces. I reached over to Troy, the closest, and ran my palms along the length of his arm. He looked back at me and smiled. He lifted his wineglass towards me in a silent toast and I returned the toast. Todd grinned and then leaned forward and kissed Troy on the forehead. Troy reached out and pulled Todd into him and began to kiss him. I laid my glass of wine aside and scooted over the rug to join the pile. As Troy and Todd kissed I smothered the sides of their faces with kisses. Todd reached up and began to let his hand wander over my hair and flesh. I changed my position and began to kiss Troy at the small of his back. I worked my way lower and found myself feasting on his lusciously hairy and firm butt cheeks. I sucked on that arrow of black fur that had inviting pointed to his “entrance” that first night after his shower. Troy cooed. I went still lower and washed the back of his thighs with my tongue. They, too, were so fine, strong, and hairy. Troy spread his thighs and rolled his lower torso onto his back, inviting me to his inner chamber. His growing erection told me where we were heading. I worked my way up the front of his thighs until my Shangri La appeared. I began to tease the head with my lips and tongue. I felt my legs being pulled and looked up to see Todd pulling my legs toward him. He, too, had shifted position. His head was now facing the other direction (toward my legs) and his legs were toward Troy’s face. We were morphing into a giant triangle of flesh, a kind of three-way 69. Within moments I was sucking on Troy’s dick, Troy had Todd’s dick down his throat, and Todd had his nose in my pubes. It was quite a challenge. We did not know whether to groan in our delight or to suck the feast before us. We soon learned how to suck and moan. Our techniques were interestingly different. I preferred to have Troy completely in my mouth and throat, as much as I could handle. I then sucked on him much as a baby sucks on a pacifier. I would let my suction and my throat muscles coat Troy’s manhood in saliva and massage. Troy was more of a licker. From time to time he would take Todd all the way into his mouth, but he seemed to prefer to tease him by running his tongue up and down the shaft and by encircling the head. He would hold Todd’s shaft upright and lick the tender underside, just below the ridge of the mushroom with the broadside of his tongue. It was almost as if he where licking a sperm-filled ice cream cone. Todd was making me more than happy. He was the “bobber”. He was bobbing up and down on my prick in a face fuck effect. He kept it slick with plenty of saliva and I helped by adding pre-com to the mix. As he released my dick he would come almost to the top and nearly let it all out of his mouth. His lips would be poised on my head as if he were kissing it. He would then apply masterful suction that would draw his head quickly down the full length of my shaft. His nose would slam into my public bush. He would remain there momentarily applying so much suction I thought he would such my meat right off of me. Slowly he would move up the shaft, massaging it with the swirling of his tongue until he returned to the “kiss” position on the top of the head. I did not hear anyone complain, but the devil got the best of me. “Switch!” I yelled and sat up to flip positions. “What?” asked Todd. “Oh, I get it,” laughed Troy. “Yea, switch, Todd.” We all flipped positions so that I was now sucking Todd, Todd was doing Troy, and Troy was down on me. After a while, I heard Troy yell, “Switch!” and we did. We were now back to our original positions. We continued this game enjoying the taste of everyone for a long time. It had an interesting effect of delaying our orgasms without letting us go soft. We must have played that game for two hours or more. Finally Todd grunted loudly and shouted that he was going to bust a nut. I was on him at the time and so I got to drink his manly cream. As he emptied himself, he went back to work on Troy. Meanwhile, tasting Todd and feeling his rod pulsating in my mouth brought me to the edge. Troy saw it coming and reached up and squeezed my balls with enough strength to pulverize them. I screamed in agony, but I also went over the edge and into the Twilight Zone of climax. Todd continued to satisfy Troy. It took a little while, but finally Troy’s face contorted and he whooped. I saw Todd’s throat contract with the distinctive movements of a man enjoying a drink from a giant thick straw. “Man, that was good,” said Troy. We all agreed. We repositioned again. This time our heads were all in the same direction and we were embracing each other in a giant horizontal huddle. We lay there together for a long time, quietly, contentedly. When the clock struck midnight, I stood up and pulled the others to their feet. I lead them to the master bed where we resumed our position in the comfort of the bed. It was not long until we were all fast asleep. The day had passed and I had still not made my decision about the piercing. Alas! As they say, sometimes not to decide is to decide. To be concluded… Comments and suggestions to Ericjj33@hotmail.com