Gay Erotic Stories

Joe and I had been friends since high school. He was just about the hottest stud I'd ever seen. His dark hair and complexion accentuated his deep intoxicating green eyes. He was just a hair short of 6' with broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. The bulge in his jeans left nothing to the imagination; a quick glance and you knew he was packing a big one. I knew that for a fact of course, having seen him naked so many times before. Even soft, his uncut cock was impressive; I could only imagine what it was like boned up.

Anyway, I left it up to Joe and hoped that I would not regret not taking care of the weekend's plans myself. I had booked off work both Friday and Monday... so this was going to be a nice long weekend for me.

As I busied myself finalizing some tasks before I left work for the weekend, my phone rang. "Shit" I thought "that had better not be a client." I was tempted to let my voice-mail pick it up, but it could be my boss calling in, so I didn't want to take a chance. I picked up the receiver...

"Good afternoon, this is Tim. How can I help you?" I answered in my most professional voice.

"You can start by getting the fuck out of there and meet me at the Eagle" said Joe.

"Shut up! You know our calls might be recorded!" I said.

"Like they don't know you're a faggot... come one get going... I'm waiting for you... second floor." he said and hung up.

I'd been to the Eagle before, but I have to admit, it wasn't my favourite hang out. It was fine on a Sunday afternoon, but why meet-up there on a weekday? I was beginning to regret my decision already!

I finished putting away my files, changed my voice-mail recording and headed out the door. As I walked passed my boss' door, he called me in. "Shit" I thought "what now?!"

"Tim, I need you to stay for a bit... I need your help on a case file... it shouldn't take too long" he tells me.

"But Sir, I'm just heading out... you know I booked 2 days off" I started to say.

"I know and I'm sorry, but trust me, I'll make it up to you... and as I said, it shouldn't take more than an hour."

"Just give me a minute to call my friend... he's waiting for me."

"Fine, just make it quick" he barks out.

After letting Joe know that I'd been delayed, I returned to Mr. Brock's office.

"Now, close the door and grab that box in the corner, will you!"

It was more of a command than a request... I closed the door and brought the box over to his desk; it felt like it was empty!

"Tell me Tim, you're a fag, right?"

"Well, Sir, what does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Just answer the fucking question, will you!"

I had never heard him swear before and it make me very uneasy.

"Well..."

"Answer damn it!"

I wasn't really sure what to do... should I answer truthfully or lie...

"Yes, Sir... I am" I finally replied.

"Good thing you didn't try to lie to me, boy!"

Boy!... What the hell is he calling me boy for!

"Do you like your job here?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, very much."

"Do you want to keep it?"

"Yes, oh please don't fire me because I'm gay... Please, Sir!" I begged.

"Well that how depends on you, now doesn't it?" he says.

Now I was completely confused... "What do you mean Sir?"

"I don't particularly care that you're a faggot, boi... but if you want to keep your job, you'll have to do exactly what I say... think you can agree to that?" he asked.

"Yes... anything Sir... I can't afford to lose this job."

"Good... it's settled then ..." he said as he opened the box I placed on his desk earlier. Reaching into it he pulls out a DVD. "This boi is an insurance policy of sorts..."

"Sir?" I said confused.

"Why don't you place this DVD in the player there... make sure the sound is off if you don't want others to hear when it starts to play...." he said as he waited for me to do as he instructed.

I reached for the DVD and it soon started to play. I couldn't believe my eyes... there I was bent over a bench with a huge black dick up my ass and some white guy's dick down my throat... I was blindfolded... I quickly remembered my last 'craigslist' encounter.

I had agreed to meet this black Master at the local gym and after our workout he had taken me to the change room. He had me lick his hot body from head to toe... licking all the sweat off of him... and after I had finished licking the sweat off his balls and asshole he had told me to get cleaned up... we were going to his place for a while. I had quickly agreed and my erection led the way to the showers.

He, on the other hand, just changed into his street clothes and waited for me. When we got to his place he had me undress and used my tie to blindfold me. He placed me over a bench and shoved his dick in my mouth... I just loved the taste of his cock and I soon had it drenched in spit. He took hold of my head and started force-feeding his huge black cock down my throat ... I gagged and spit more onto his cock. When he pulled his dick out of my mouth he quickly positioned himself at my asshole... He was just keeping the head there ... sort of pushing a little, but not really trying to penetrate me... teasing me.

"That him?" I remembered hearing ...

"Yeah, found him on 'craigslist'... great little slut, ain't he?"

As he said that, he shoved his dick all the way up my ass... I was seeing stars... and as I opened my mouth, this other guy shoved his cock down my throat... I gagged and my ass clenched on the cock in my ass, increasing the pain from the initial penetration...

Mr. Brock broke my reverie by saying "Not only are you a fag, but you are a fucking slut! Look at you taking a cock down your throat and up your ass... you don't even know whose cock is in your mouth, do you?"

"No Sir, it's not like that ... I hadn't planned on ..." I started.

"Didn't stop them, though, did you?" he asked.

"Well..." I paused.

"Think your words out carefully, boi!"

"No Sir, I didn't..."

"And why not? I mean, if it wasn't' planned why didn't you put a stop to it?"

"I ... hum ...."

"Because you are a fucking slut, that's why? And why should I have a slut like you working for me?"

I was scared now... was he going to fire me?

"Well Sir, the truth is I liked it ..."

"You what?" he interrupted.

"I ... well... I liked it ... I liked not knowing who was using me" I confessed.

"Well, I'm glad you're smart enough not to lie to me" he said simply.

"But Sir, how did you... I mean..." I started to ask.

"Well... your black Master here is a good friend of mine... he knew you worked for me and arranged that little escapade" he said.

"You mean ... you're ..."

"That's right ... it's my dick you sucked while Devon what fucking you a new pussy!"

"What now?" I thought. "But Sir, you are married with kids and all!" I said.

"So, what does that have to do with anything ... that bitch wife of mine is good for nothing in bed... but you, you are going to take care of things for me from now on, isn't that right?" he asked.

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"Well, as I see it, I have the upper hand here. You will serve me as I wish and in exchange, you will keep your job."

"But, that's blackmail!"

"Yes, it is."

"I don't have much choice, do I?"

"No, you don't... Now, I want you to take all your clothes off and place them in this box" he instructed.

Hesitantly, I began to take my clothes off.

"Fold them nicely as you put them away" he instructed.

I soon found myself naked in front of him. My cock had betrayed me and was standing at 45 degrees, hard as a rock.

"This turns you on doesn't it Tim?" he asked.

Blushing even more I answered "Yes Sir".

"Good ... now ... take the box and place it back where you found it" he told me.

I followed his instructions and returned to his desk to find him sitting on its edge; his bulge had become quite large and I couldn't help but stare and licked my lips.

"Get the dick out of my pants" he instructed.

"But Sir, the others..." I started to object.

"Everyone is gone already... don't worry about it. Come one ... you're pissing me off..."

I started to walk up to him...

"On your fucking knees, bitch!" he commanded.

I quickly dropped to my knees and continued to make my way to him. I quickly loosened his belt and opened his pants... I reached in to pull out his cock when he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his crotch.

"Breathe that scent in boi!"

The smell was intoxicating ... the smell of piss and sweat was like an aphrodisiac... my cock was leaking like a faucet and I was panting heavily into his crotch.

"You like that, don't you bitch? You like the smell of my crotch, don't you? Yeah... we are going to have some good times!"

I didn't bother to reply ... I was just licking the shaft of his big cock through his boxers. I reached in and pulled out his cock. Seeing it for the first time I quickly realized why I had choked on it. It had to be 10" long... and a beautiful down curve to it; making it look like a big fat banana.

I quickly opened my mouth and started to lick the head cleaning off the precum and savouring its flavour. His hands quickly grabbed the back of my head and shoved my onto his cock... quickly filling my throat with his hot fat cock. I started to gag, but he just kept my head in place.

"Breathe through your nose..." he instructed.

After a couple of minutes I got into the rhythm and he easily fucked my throat... I was getting over excited and tried to pull off his cock, but he wouldn't have it ... I could feel my pending orgasm... I was getting ready to shoot my load...

"Oh no you don't!" he said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped my face with the back of his hand.

The shock was enough to delay my orgasm as I kneeled there groaning and panting.

"Let's go to the boardroom ... I've always wanted to fuck there, but the wife would never agree to it."

"But Sir, what if someone sees us?" I asked.

"Like I said, there's no one left ... just you and me boi... and stop questioning my authority or you'll regret it... just do as you're told ... Now ... wipe my dick juice off my cock with your face... I don't want to stain my boxers."

I did as instructed and my face was soon covered with his dick juice... but I didn't care... I loved it... I loved what was happening to me. In fact, my dick had never been so hard in my entire life.

"Get up and head over to the boardroom, but don't open the door until I tell you to, got that!?

"Yes, Sir" I said as I made my way to the boardroom.

Once at the door I waited as instructed. Mr. Brock pulled up being me and spread my ass slowly feeling up my hole.

"Devon sure had a good time in there didn't he?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, he did" I replied.

Suddenly I fest the head of his dick at my pussy hole, but he didn't push in. "Take a whiff of this" he said as he placed a bottle of poppers under my nose. "Inhale deeply" he instructed.

As I inhaled, he quickly shoved his huge fuck pole up my ass. I screamed at the sudden painful invasion and the door flew open.

"Surprise!" I heard being yelled out.

There before me was a group of men that I worked with and my friend Joe.

"Happy birthday, Joe" he tells me as he grabs my cock. "Looks like you're having a good time!"

I was mortified!

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