Gay Erotic Stories

I got up to make coffee and after taking a mug in to Robert I returned to our bedroom with Carl’s. Slipping back into bed alongside him I watched him take a long drink. He put his mug down and said, “Robert ain’t had nothing all week”. I nodded. “You better look after him today, be real nice” I nodded again. “Yeah, you be nice and I’ll strap your ass tonight”. He was erect now, the swollen head of his black member glistening. His hand went to the back of my head and pushed me down towards his crotch. My mouth enveloped his cock, and he pushed up, his tip hitting the back of my throat, thrusting gently as he fucked. My tongue flicked at his tool and he sighed. He was too big to take all the way but I worked at him until he arched up and pumped a thick wad of semen into my greedy mouth. I struggled to swallow his load with his cock still in there, his hand holding my head in place. Then he lay back to recover himself before heading off to the shower and work.

After he had gone I went to the bathroom to shower. After I was standing naked in front of the mirror when the door opened and Robert was standing there, eyes on my ass. “Oh, sorry”, he said backing up and closing the door. This was going to take some initiative on my part.

I went back to the bedroom calling out that the bathroom was free and thought about something provocative. I heard Robert go in and the shower start. I had a fishnet all over suit, crotchless, and I peeled it on. Viewing myself in the mirror the tight costume accentuated my ass. My cock was trapped at the front, semi erect. Carefully I lubed my ass, fingering my rosebud. I enjoyed the sensation and pushed my fingertip in, eyes shut, masturbating my hole.

I waited after Robert went back to his room and gently knocked at his door. “Come in” he said and I slid round the door. His eyes widened as he saw me. “You want some help packing?” I said, carefully bending over to pick up a pair of shorts on the floor. I could feel his eyes boring into my ass. “Carl wanted me to help.” I could see the effect under his robe. I walked over to his bed, leaning over again, this time as if to pick up a shirt. I swayed slightly from side to side and then I bucked forward and back, pointing my ass up towards him.

Silently his hands slid over me, holding my globes, caressing them. I dropped my arms, chest on the bed, and ass in the air, legs standing wide apart. He knelt down and I felt his hot breath at my crack. His hands pulled my cheeks apart, his tongue licking towards the centre. He stood up and cracked a condom. Carefully he positioned himself at my opening and holding my shoulders he thrust in. He paused, moving his hands round he stroked my nipples and then down, caressing my throbbing member. Then grabbing my hips he started to fuck, steady regular strokes. My eager ass responded, sensations shooting up through me. I bucked and wriggled, panting, “yes, yes oh yes”. “You like that bitch?” he said, thrusting harder. “Yes, yes!” was the only response.

He continued at me, my legs weakening, begging for the moment. I got one hand down to my cock and rubbed it, pinching and slapping it. My semen shot out, messing my suit and dripping onto the duvet. Robert shouted, “Oh yeah bitch, oh yeah” and then he stood, rigid. An enormous sigh and then I could feel his cock shuddering and pumping. I clenched my cheeks until I was sure every drop had been extracted, and then I let him pull out.

“Thanks” he said eyes downcast.

“No, thank you!” I said kissing his cheek. After another shower I ran him to the station. I cleaned up the house and waited for Carl. I heard him at the door and went over to let him in. He pointed to the bedroom. Light-headed I walked ahead of him but I could feel a trickle of wetness down my crack. As I passed the bedroom mirror my thin white shorts had a damp patch over my ass.

Carl grabbed the strap and taking my arm made me bend over, hands on the bed. I looked at him; his cock was bulging in his jeans. He licked his lips and smiled. I yelped as the first stroke cut across my ass, burning through my shorts. He paused while I desperately tried to present myself for the next cut. I pushed my ass up and shut my eyes. The strap whistled and cracked and my ass was burning. I lurched forward and then back as the third stroke crashed into my burning flesh. Carl stepped round to the other side of me. A dribble of pee escaped as I waited, quivering with fear and pleasure. Carl had noticed, the next three strokes were swift, hard, and painful.

Carl moved behind me. My ass was throbbing and I longed to run out and slap on cold cream, ice, anything to stop the pain. Slowly, deliberately, Carl pulled my shorts down, exposing me. “You piss bitch?” he said. I nodded. “Then you wet enough”.

I screamed again as his cock pushed in. With no lubrication he tore at my hole. He fucked me brutally, only for himself, until he stiffened and his come started to pump into me.

Later that night, still sore and shaking, I lay on my side with my ass towards him. Suddenly I tensed as I felt his cock stiffen against me. Perhaps he was asleep? Surely he couldn’t want it again? I heard him grunt as he reached out and pulled on a condom.