Gay Erotic Stories

After being topped and fucked on top of an intersection of the highway, I was hooked. I looked everywhere up here for some hot bondage fun. I met a few different guys, but most were into a specific part of the bondage scene. From hypnosis (boring) to even a whipping (damn that hurt) some hot role playing scenes, but most seemed to lack something.

The I met Brian, he was 6 ft 2 inches, dark hair, slightly overweight, but carried it very well and was extremely handsome. I met him at the local bar, picked him up and took him home that night (yeah, I know what a slut I am). He was great and was on top of me fucking me nonstop. Very hot! We became fuck buddies after that—at least once a week. I I soon brought up bondage…and role play. He said he’d never done that before but was willing to try. He was a natural at it! The first scene we did was mind blowing. I was dressed in a flannel shirt and tight jeans plus work boots and a tool belt. Yup, I was a construction worker and in front of him at his office. He played the role of the foreman. He said he wasn’t really looking for any new help, but would interview me anyway. He said there was a lot of heaving lifting required and that I needed to take off my shirt so he could see if I had the kind of arms and chest to do that kind of labor.

He ran his hands over me and said I did. I then had to take off my jeans--lots of walking up a ladder, so I needed to have strong legs. Before I knew it he had me bent over his desk with my hands duct taped behind me and my legs tied to each leg of his desk. He was fucking me like a mad man, slamming into me as I moaned.

A few weeks later we went to lunch together, he noticed our hot waiter (that gave me an idea…). When he came to my house at 9 pm sharp I had left the door unlocked and cuffed my hands to the chain in the ceiling. I had gagged myself before then and was wearing only a waiter’s smock. My round ass jutted out below the tied string. I had a note taped to me saying (“I noticed you liked the look of the waiter who served us, so for your dessert I grabbed him after work, and here he is. I hope you enjoy.”)

I was his waiter and he enjoyed me alright, slapping my ass, fingering me--he liked me in this position--fully exposed. My cock was toyed with, nipples were teased between his teeth, and my ass buzzed from his tongue, fingers, and finally filled with his cock.

Sadly, after several months of this, he was moving away. I asked if there was anything we hadn’t done that he wanted to do. He fantasized that he wanted to break into a guy’s house and rape him. “Hmmmm, can do, “I said.

So we planned for him to come over at 9 PM. He called at 9:30 and said that he couldn’t make it, so at 11 PM I went to bed. I was awakekned by a knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw his car, so I answered the door still nude.

There he was in the corner of my porch with a skin mask on and wearing dark clothes. He pushed me into the house, pressing his keys into my neck, saying it was a knife. He pushed me into the bedroom and onto my stomach. I asked him what he wanted.

He said to shut up and put my hands behind me. He duct tapped them behind my back and quickly took off his mask and blindfolded me with it. I then told him that I didn’t have much money in the house, but it was his to take. He just laughed as he pushed my legs apart with his body. He reached under me and grabbed my balls.

“I got what I want right here, and I’ll take them if I have to,” he hissed as he pressed the keys to them like a knife. The coldness of the keys felt so real…and this seemed so real—like I was really being taken by a stranger. He was unrelenting with my ass, slapping it hard and shoving a few lubed fingers in at a time. My moans and grunts were loud. He even paddled my ass, making it nice and red. The head from my ass was intense and made worse when he grabbed hold of my red globes and squeezed them as his throbbing cock entered my ass.

He fucked me hard. When he came he took the condom and left it on the small of my back as a token of his presence. The next day he dressed and left without saying a word. It took me around fifteen minutes to wiggle loose from the duct tape. He called me in the morning to make sure I was able to struggle free.

It was so hot, because it seemed so real. I need to do something like that again!