Gay Erotic Stories

When you’re not home…a letter to my lover I know you think I do nothing but sit around and jack off to porn on the web when you aren’t home, and you’re partly right. I do jack off, but it’s not thoughts of anonymous men that get me off (though they do get me hard), it’s thoughts of you. Take yesterday, for instance. After you left for work, I putzed around the house a while, straightening up some and playing with the cat. After a time, I decided I needed a break, so I loaded up the bong and took a big hit, then moved to the sofa. I looked through our video collection, and grabbed a tape I hadn’t watched in a while, one that was a little kinkier and rougher than most. I went to the closet and pulled out a leather cock ring and ball stretcher, yanked down my sweats, and strapped them on my limp dick and loose balls. After pulling my pants back up, I returned to the sofa and started the video. The scene playing was of two muscle-bound men, one wearing only a studded leather collar and the other in a leather harness, jackboots, and a leather cock ring. Mr. Leather was already feeding his fat cock to his bottom boy, and I felt a stirring in my own dick as he grabbed the bottom’s head and force-fed the boy his dick, reaching around and slapping his bottom’s ass. As I watched, I reached down and felt my dick through my sweats, rubbing and grabbing until it was completely hard. The head of my dick was now sticking out of the sweats and I played with it with one hand while the other started to work on my balls. Squeezing and pulling on them, so tight in their ball stretcher, my nutplay just made my cock throb more. You taught me this…the joys of ball play and torture and it is a regular part of my j.o. sessions now. By now the top had moved around and was plugging away at his eager bottom’s hole. I yanked off the sweats, my t-shirt, and my boxers, and my dick punctured the air in front of me. I was surprised how hard it was, 7 inches of cock with veins popping out and two purplish tight nuts hanging below. I teased the loose skin beneath my cockhead and pinched my tits. Thoughts of your fat dick in my mouth ran through my head. The taste of it, the feel of your balls slapping my chin, the way you shove it into my mouth with such force that it makes my eyes water. I remembered the time you stripped me in the study, stood in front of me and made me suck you. Pushing me into a sitting position with my back against the desk, you plowed my mouth hard, pulling out a good foot before slamming back into my hungry lips. When you were ready to come, you sat in the desk chair, and shot across your leg, inches away from my face. I shot soon after. My dick was throbbing as I thought of this, and it was time to get off. Greasing up my dick and balls with lotion, I closed my eyes and started my fantasy. From the video, I could hear the top’s commands, “Take that dick. Ride on daddy’s cock.” It sounded like you. I imagine that you get sent home from work early, and walk in on me, nude, eyes closed, hard greasy dick in hand, fingering my hairy hole, video blaring away. Walking around the sofa, you drop your pants and boxers to your knees, letting your hard beautiful dick free. Without a word, you place my ankles on your shoulders, and stick that big dick up my already lubed-up ass. Your fucking is in rhythm with the ass-slapping on the video. You grab my wrists and hold them above my head, leaving my own dick unattended and bouncing off my stomach. You fuck me hard, and I squirm to get every inch in me with each thrust. Pulling out, you put our cocks together, and jack us off. We cum together, and I am bathed in the shower of our love-making. The mental image of us shooting together sent me over the edge, and I felt my balls start to tighten. I opened my eyes to see the first string of cum fly out of my meat, running down my dick and across my hand. I kept pumping, though, as another and another load sprayed me. It was then that I realized I had raised my ass off the sofa, and had assumed the position I would have been in if you were really there, giving me the fuck I had dreamed of. Once I could breathe again, I unstrapped myself, and jumped in the shower to clean up. The rest of the day was dull in comparison. Now you know…it’s not the professional models or the exhibitionists on cam that get me off. It’s you. After 6 fantastic years, there has been no one else to occupy my bed or my thoughts. The way you turn me on is just one of the many reasons I love you.