Gay Erotic Stories

I finally plucked up the courage to enter the club. The man behind the glass looked bored as he smoked his cigarette. His head was shaved except for a thin line of beard that ran from ear to ear just along his jaw line. The “Dead Heads” tee shirt that he wore had definitely seen better days. He took my money with only a meager glance at my face,. “I.D.?” he asked.

I opened my wallet and handed him my driver’s license, which he scrutinized carefully, checking the plastic lamination and turning it to see the hologram. A puff of smoke obscured his mouth as he handed me my license and spoke the only other word he would say through our transaction, the word was—“hand?” I pushed my hand through the hole in the glass at counter level and he stamped it. I said thanks and he grunted.

I turned and walked down the short hall toward the sound of the thumping base. I turned a corner and saw the strobes and neon’s of a typical dance club beating to the thumping base. The dance floor was difficult to discern from the mass of scantily clad writhing male bodies. Plenty guys were wearing the typical leather vest or competition straps, some that I could see where wearing leather pants or shorts, but most where in jeans and torn tee-shirts. I would fit in just fine with my leather biker jacket and baggy black cotton shorts.

I didn’t get a second glance from the bartender as I purchased a glass of beer. I turned and found a place a few feet above the dance floor and leaned forward against a banister as I drank some of my beer. I handsome daddy type said, “Excuse me?” in my ear as he tried to walk behind me, my ass was kind of blocking the path. He had a drink in each hand. I stood up straight so he could pass by, his crotch pressing briefly against my ass as he passed.

“Thanks!” he said as he moved by.

“Thank you,” I said looking at his crotch and smiling. He smiled back and moved on. I returned to my previous pose and bounced my head to the music, dancing in place and drinking my beer, trying to look like I belonged there. Several more men pushed by me, a few of them gave my ass a pat or a squeeze as they did. A waiter came by and asked if I wanted another beer, I gave him my glass and nodded. He returned shortly with a full glass, I paid him and gave him a good tip--what the hell--he was a cute kid!

I moved to the wall behind me, setting my drink on a small table and took a good look around. If it wasn’t chrome, it was painted black. Black everywhere. There were plenty of blinding, pulsing, buzzing lights but they seemed ineffective against the depths of all the black. I noticed a nice looking younger guy looking at me a short distance away. I smiled and adjusted myself in my shorts, his eyes followed my hand and then he smiled back at me. All he was wearing was a pair of white tennis shoes and some kind of cut-off sweat pants with the waist rolled down to make them emphasize his package.

He walked to me and without a word, began kissing me. He didn’t wait for an invitation he just went ahead and put one of his hands up the leg of my shorts and stroked my cock. I was hard in an instant. Before I could react, he opened a condom and swiftly covered my cock. My mouth was open, frozen in surprise. All he did was smile and turn around and with one quick movement pulled his sweats aside and slid my cock into his ass. I looked down and all I could see was his ass pressed against my crotch, for all anyone could tell we were just standing there pressed together. Then he began to move to the music like he was dancing, but what he was really doing was dancing on my cock! No one seemed to notice my pleasurable predicament, so I just let it happen. I closed my eyes, feeling his hot ass grinding my cock. I took a long drink of my beer and looked around again, we still seem to have gone unnoticed. I finished the rest of my beer and set the glass down. I pulled him closer and played with his nipples. He began to bounce up and down, expertly bringing me to the brink.

Abruptly we were wrenched apart by two bouncers and pulled unceremoniously from the main room of the club. My little buddy was pulled into the office first. I heard yelling from a deep male voice, but couldn’t make out much of what was being said. I derived the guy’s name was Tony and that he had been banned from the club because he was constantly doing things like this. Shortly he was escorted out, he smiled at me and mumbled that he was sorry for getting me in trouble as they escorted him out through the back, presumably out the back door.

“You! Get your ass in here!” I heard the deep voice yell out the door.

I stood and walked into the next room. It was a cluttered little office with a very large array of filing cabinets on one wall overflowing with papers. A large army issue metal desk occupying the center. A desk lamp was the only illumination in the room making only barely visible the outline of a heroically proportioned man thrown in dark shadow from the chest up. His shirt was open showing dark fur, my cock jumped in my shorts at the sight. Behind him was the outline of an open doorway leading into blackness. The door was shut behind me, we were alone.

“Sit!” I sat. “You are obviously old enough to know that your actions tonight could be very detrimental to the health of my business here.” He spoke softly, in stark contrast to his previous manner. “Tony, cute little fuck that he is, has caused me no end of headaches with these stunts.” “I’m sorry if I caused any trouble for you, sir” I said. “I guess that I was just hoping to get away with it.”

“What if an under-cover cop had seen you two? I’d be shut down and you would be looking at sodomy, and indecent exposure charges!” He cleared his throat. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked himself. He thought to himself for a moment, “I don’t remember seeing you in here before.”

“This is my first time,” I said, glad that the room was too dark for him to see my face blushing in frustration and embarrassment. “I mean, my first time in here, not my first time fucking a guy,” I stuttered. He laughed, “I bet” he laughed again. “Boy, I can see you blushing from here, even in this light.” He continued laughing for a few seconds. I felt about two inches tall.

His hand lifted a drink from the desk out of the light of the lamp. I heard a gulp, and then a thud as he set the empty glass back on the desk. “I need you to wait here, I’ll be back in a second. Have a drink, you may need one,” he said as he stood quickly and left through the doorway behind him. I heard muffled voices as I stood to get myself a drink. My hand shook slightly as I poured some of the booze from the crystal decanter into a thick glass. I downed the dark amber liquid and then poured another as the first burned on its way down. “Finish your drink and then come with me please,” said a soft voice from the open doorway. I looked at the nicely dressed man standing just inside the room. He was very bookish looking, maybe in his forties; my first thought was that he was an accountant. I gulped my drink and walked his way. He turned on his heel sharply and led the way down a dark hall. He stopped at a door and motioned me inside.

I was shaking as I walked through the door, into another dark room. The door shut behind me and I heard it lock. “Oh shit!” I whispered to myself, I stopped breathing, terror filled me. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and my ears picked up the faint sound of breathing. I began to discern several shapes, I recoiled and they all seemed to move in unison. One of my assailants grabbed my face with both hands while another blindfolded me. An un-countable number of hands began to drag my jacket from my shoulders, I heard my shorts rip as they where pulled off. My shoes were taken as hands grabbed my arms and legs and lifted and carried me to a corner of the room. My ass was being probed by something small and cold, it slid in without resistance and then began filling my ass with fluid. I bucked against my captors--both in surprise and shock.

“Easy little man, the master likes his toys clean inside and out! ” They laughed. The enema was pulled abruptly from my ass. “Now shit it out boy,” a different one said as they adjusted my position. In rage and frustration I pushed the liquid out with all my strength hoping to coat my abductors. Again the enema was in my ass, and again it filled me.

“He likes it guys!” said one of the voices. “He’s hard as a rock!” Another round of laughter. I was mortified. Someone turned a hose on me and began wetting me down with tepid water, then the hands began to soap me up as the enema was again pulled from my ass. I let the liquid drain without malice. It wasn’t water that they were flushing my bowels with it was something else. It smelled like the booze from the crystal decanter in the office. I began to feel drunker then I had ever felt before. I had no idea that a booze enema was such a fantastic way to get drunk. I was rinsed and then roughly toweled dry. I felt lips on my cock and fingers probing my ass. I moaned.

“Master is going to give you the fuck of your life, boy!” said a voice in my ear. I assumed he was the one playing with my ass.

“He’s ready!” said the deep voice from far side of the office.

I was led to a door and placed inside. “Go up the stairs and wait in the room at the top,” said the voice from the man in the office. The blindfold was taken off and the door was shut behind me. I staggered up the stairs, weaving and half pulling myself up in my drunken state. The stairs seemed to go on forever and as always, everything was black and chrome. I opened the door and went inside. I waited in the room, completely naked my head buzzing from the booze.

Only a single low-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling lighted the room. The walls and floor were covered in tufted black vinyl, thinly padded. Below the single light bulb was a raised dais-like structure padded and covered in the same fashion as the walls and floor, but I could detect the distinct scent of leather coming from that direction. I could see darker, shinier patches on the dais, presumably they were stains from sweat, cum and lube. Several leather and chain swings hung from the ceiling. The only other thing that I could see in the room was a pile of condoms and several different bottles of popular lube and smaller glass bottles, I’m sure they were poppers, on one side of the dais. I took one of the poppers and opened it taking a quick hit. It was good stuff, and I put it back. My cock was hard and dripping pre-cum in anticipation of the fuck fest that I had been promised.

“Turn and face the wall!” I heard a load voice that startled me. “Do it!” yelled the voice. Immediately I turned and faced the wall. “Don’t move until you are told boy!” said the voice again.

I heard the door open and I strained to see out of the corner of my eye, but it was no use. I felt a strong, callused hand take my wrist, “Take a step back.” I complied. I felt another callused hand on my other wrist pulling my hands together behind my back. “Bend over!” I complied and bent at the waist, spreading my legs automatically to stabilize my stance. I could see his bare legs and feet as he stood behind me. He shoved me slightly forward; I staggered half a step until my back hit the wall with a slap. I felt the blood rush to my head, my cock jumped and my ass twitched in anticipation. “Don’t worry, I’ll give that ass more attention than it’s probably ever had!” he said, witnessing my ass twitch.

He knelt down and placed a small bottle by my nose--more poppers. He pressed a finger to the opposite side of my nose as I inhaled deeply. The familiar warmth spread over my face as I exhaled. I looked at his lower torso; magnificent was the only word that comes to mind. His abs where tight and covered with dark fur, trimmed shortly all the way to his crotch. His cock, more on this wonderful piece of meat later, and balls where shaved and encircled in a thick dark metal cock-ring. What was left of his pubic hair was trimmed and shaped to flatter the perfect “V” of his groin. His skin was clear and evenly tanned all over, no tan line for this stud.

Now I promise to adequately describe his cock. Its length was at least ten inches; it was hard to tell with my head swimming from the booze and the poppers. The head was large and pointed at the tip, perfect for opening tight places, but it was not as large as his shaft. His shaft tapered slightly after the head to a truly enormous girth, I doubt that I could have wrapped my hand around it at any point. He was only partially cut with only a small amount of foreskin showing. His balls, pushed forward by the cock ring, were large and firm, pressing against the sack. A small bit of moisture glistened in his piss-slit. He repositioned himself on his knees between my legs and shoved his cock in my upside-down face. I took it willingly in my mouth with a sigh as he placed his tongue on my ass hole. His cock was too big for me to take all the way in at once. I had to slowly force it in, bobbing up and down once in a while as my throat and mouth got used to the girth. Before long my nose was buried in his nut-sack as my throat and tongue worked his cock. Meanwhile, my ass was on fire from the attention that he was giving it. He used the stubble on his chin like sandpaper to scrub my ass-crack, pausing only to dart his tongue in and out of my ass-hole, all the while holding my hands together behind my back and pressing me against the wall. A cool wet ribbon of my own pre-cum landed on his stomach as well as drops of saliva from his oral attentions to my ass. One of his hands held my hands in place as the fingers of the other alternated with his tongue penetrating my ass. He shoved one callused finger in and twisted it around till he found my prostate, which he massaged and poked until I thought I was going to cum.

He stood abruptly, pulling his cock from my mouth. I heard a wrapper being torn and smelled the distinct smell of a pre-lubed condom. He bent again and placed the poppers to my nose again. I could see drops of lube drip slowly from the tip of his condom-covered cock. I took two long pulls and held my breath. He stood and placed the head of his cock against my hole, I exhaled slowly as he entered me. He pushed his way in very slowly not stopping until he was all the way in. Even with the butt munching he gave me it was too much to take at first, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out, a grunt of pain escaped my lips but still he continued. With out a word or a pause he pushed steadily till he was all the way in. My insides finally relaxed and a moan escaped my lips as I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles.

“Very good boy!” he said, “I like a tight ass.” I heard him take a hit of the poppers. He pulled his cock slowly out of me until just the head was inside. I braced myself for a hard, quick shove but it never came. Instead, he pushed back in slowly till he was all the way in again. Again I squeezed. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as before. Long, agonizingly slow strokes followed, me squeezing as much as I could to please him. I moaned again. I could feel every bump, ripple, and vein of his cock as it slid in and out, the sensations were mind-blowing. No one had ever taken it slow like this in the past; it was usually slam for a few minutes and then cum. I let my legs relax and just let him do what ever he wanted; he was definitely a master at fucking ass.

With every squeeze of my ass muscles around his cock, my cock would bounced up and down flinging strings of pre-cum to hit me in the chin and neck. His pace never altered. In, out, in, out, agonizing slowness. There was wonderful pressure on my prostate as he pushed in, then torturous emptiness as he pulled out. I was in agony and in heaven. In, out, in, out. I was lost in the sensations until a guttural groan got my attention. I was surprised to find the sound coming from me. I began to shake all over as the throes of my orgasm began. He stopped fucking me, his cock buried all the way in my ass, my body shivered, my ass and cock began to twitch as I shot my load all over my chest, neck and face.

“Yeah boy! Shoot your load!” he ordered. “Don’t think that I am anywhere near through with you though.” I slumped down, still impaled on his cock, as the last of my orgasm eddied away.

For the first time since he started fucking me, he released my hands. He grabbed my waist and moved me away from the wall. I straightened up and staggered forward a little nearly pulling off his cock. He caught me and pulled me back, sliding me back onto the rest of his cock. One of his hands was on my lower abdomen and the other on my chest. I could feel the fur on his chest and stomach as he pressed his body against mine. I molded myself to him as he ran his hands over my torso and then lifted me effortlessly, my feet wrapping themselves around his legs as he walked us to the dais.

His cock was so hard that he probably could have carried me solely with it to support me. He dropped us to the surface gently and then moved us to the center, never taking his cock out. He then lifted himself slightly and began fucking me slowly again as before. My nostrils were filled with the scent of leather and sex from the dais surface. I wondered how many others had their faces planted where mine was while this magnificent specimen of manhood fucked them.

His pace never changed, in, out, in, and out--slow and tantalizing. I moaned as his cock repeatedly pressed my prostate. I could feel the remnants of my recent ejaculation dribbling out of my cock with every one of his thrusts. With his out-strokes he rotated himself about an inch on the dais until his feet were straddling my head.

“Count off!” he ordered, as he started to do slow push-ups into my ass, resting for a moment before pushing himself back up. In this position his cock was in almost constant contact with my prostate. On every down-stroke he would grind his hips forward making his cock thrust deeper than ever, rubbing my cock against the leather of the dais. I was still hard even after having cum. At the count of eighty I was panting and moaning, ready to shoot another load. I panted the numbers feeling the blinding pressure build in my groin, on the verge of cumming with every downward thrust. At ninety-nine I started shaking underneath him; I started bucking until he laid his entire weight on me, grinding his hips and cock into my butt. I shot my second load, it spread out on the dais and my stomach, his movements continued spreading my cum around.

Before I could fully recover, he rolled us over, his cock still in my ass with me lying on top of his hips in a daze of bliss, cum oozing out of my cock. I could feel us moving but was not really paying any attention, but somehow he got his legs under him and stood us up keeping me on his cock by holding onto my legs, my head and neck resting on the dais. He lowered us again to the dais and bent my legs up to my shoulders. At this point his cock was buried in me to the hilt, he started fucking me again slowly. Bucking forward never taking his cock very far out, but making it move around inside me a lot. He kissed me, tonguing my mouth, neck and earlobes, cleaning off the remnants of my first load of cum and pre-cum. My ass was so sensitive by now that I could feel the ridges and veins on his cock and his shortly trimmed pubic hairs grinding against my butt. He stopped kissing me and he changed position again. Now he was kneeling on the dais resting his ass on his heels, my legs in the air being held by his hands. I got my first good look at his naked torso. What a face, what a body! His chest and abdomen were covered in dark, shortly trimmed hair, speckled with bits of gray; it lay plastered to his chest by his sweat helping to define his muscles. His pectorals flexed with every thrust, his perfect six-pack rippled under his fur-covered skin as his hips met my ass. His eyes where closed as he fucked me, he had the most intent expression, brow furrowed, his mouth, circled by a shortly trimmed goatee of the same color hair on his chest, was open slightly in a silent vocalization of “oh!”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled, “Enjoying the ride?” he asked.

“Very much sir!” was my automatic reply. I guess it this was his signal to cum, because he started fucking me like there was no tomorrow. The wet slapping sound his hips and cock made as he fucked me delighted me. I grabbed my cock and started pulling on it. Ribbons of pre-cum were dripping onto my face and into my mouth. With all my strength I squeezed his cock with what was left of my worn-out ass.

“Boy, you’re gonna’ make Daddy cum! Squeeze it, buddy, squeeze it!” he yelled thrusting his cock into the depths of my ass. After two more thrusts, he was ready to cum. He shoved it all the way in. All movement stopped, time seemed to stop, and then I felt his cock twitch once. I felt his cock swell and then one long twitch, I felt the warmth of his cum filling the condom.

“I’m cumming again!” I said, my cries lost in the guttural grunts of his release. My last load was small but in the position that we were in it landed mostly in my mouth. He collapsed on top of me breathing heavily. We kissed and he lapped up what cum he could find. His cock finally softened and slid out of my ravaged ass with a plop. “Wash up,” he commanded. “Some of the other guys in the club want their turn at you!” he said slapping my ass as he got up. “You are mine to do with as I please, welcome to the club. By the way, Tony is a member and you were in no danger of getting in trouble with the law, he’s my scout, and very good at what he does. Don’t you agree?” he said with a wink.

Not waiting for an answer, he turned and left. “Nice ass,” I thought, “I wonder…”

To be continued?