Gay Erotic Stories

I talk to a lot of hot tops out there, in a variety of forums and sites...most say they want to just take me and do as they please, but none seem to go through with it. I am 6 ft 1 and muscular, with a round bubble butt. I work late hours and park outback behind the store I work at.

I have told several tops where that is and have waited for at least one to show up (none so far). So here’s how a hot scenario can go:

I walk to my car alone at night, just getting done from work. I get in behind the wheel and I don’t even notice you crouched in the back seat. You sit up and tell me you have a gun pointed at me, so don’t do anything stupid .You climb into the front seat beside me and push the gun into my crotch. I am scared. Is this a hot top who I have talked to before, or one of those slightly scary guys, who I dissed online and he found out where I work?

You cuff my hands placing the chain between the steering wheel spokes so my hands are cuffed to the wheel, but I can drive. You turn on the car and put it in gear, “DRIVE.” you command. You tell me which way to turn and we are now on the road driving in the direction you order. I ask, “What do you want?” as you again push the gun into my crotch and tell me to keep my legs spread while I drive and to shut up!

As we go under some street lights I get a glimpse of your face. I am really scared now for I don’t recognize you. You take a knife out and grab the bottom of the polo shirt and cut upwards to my neck and then across the arms, until my shirt peels off from me. You can see my chest heaving as it starts to glisten with sweat. The fear in my eyes lets you know that I don’t recognize you.

I guess the fake pics you sent me have something to do with that. You run the knife to my crotch again and tell me to keep those legs spread. I gasp some as you do this. The bulge I am now sporting lets you know that even though I am scared, I am also excited.

You next take off each of my shoes and socks as I drive (a feat you do quite well). Then you unbuckle my belt and slacks. You have me lift my hips as you slide the slacks to my knees and then off from me. I am driving wearing nothing but a pair of tight white boxer briefs and wood at full mast. You run your hand up my thigh, over my throbbing cock, across my flat stomach and up to my nipples. You pinch them, holding them between your finger and thumb, rolling them until there is heat from the friction.

This causes my body to quiver slightly and my breathing to shorten into quick gasps. You then take the knife and carefully shred my boxers and pull them off me. I am now naked and my 8 inch uncut cock is bobbing helplessly in the air. Your hand has hold of my big balls, squeezing them and causing precum to dribble from my cock’s pee slit.

You have me drive down an abandoned road which is mostly covered with grass. The potholes are impossible to miss. There use to be a few houses on this road but the state made it into a wildlife refuge area and bought the homes and demolished them. At the end of the road you have me stop. You turn off my car and get out grabbing a bag from the back seat which you brought with you.

You open my door and uncuff one hand freeing me from the steering wheel. “GET OUT,” you bark as you wave the gun at me. You push me onto the hood of the car. My back is pressing against the heated hood and the cool air blowing on my chest. You take my cuffed hand and cuff it to the mirror and walk around the car opening your bag and retrieving another cuff. Using that one, you cuff my other hand to the mirror. I am shaking from the cold and being so afraid of what you will do to me.

You grab my legs and pull me down the hood, stretching my cuffed arms, my legs over the edge and my tight hole is stopping right at the edge of the hood. You unzip your pants and pull out your stiff cock; you roll a condom on and slam it into my ass. I scream with pain but you keep pushing into me until you’re all the way in. You slowly fuck me while eventually picking up speed.

You are enjoying my body squirming and fighting against my binds. My legs are over your shoulders and the sound of your cock pushing into me--squishing into me. My moans and grunts are loud as you slam into me faster and deeper. You cum …and keep your cock in me until you go soft. You pull out and unroll the condom.

Next you uncuff me but keep me at gunpoint. You push my stomach onto the hood of the car and cuff my hands behind me. You slap my ass with a good “SMACK!”

“How you enjoy that sound?” you snarl. You grab a ball-gag from your bag and shove it between my teeth. Next you push me to the trunk and unlock it. You blindfold me and put me into the trunk, slamming it shut. You get behind the wheel and drive to a secluded cabin for a weekend of non-stop topping my bound slave body.

All I can say is, “ANY TAKERS?”