Gay Erotic Stories

I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. Here I was, a straight guy on his way to let a gay guy make me suck his dick, and probably worse.

I guess I’d better back up a step first. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of sexual dominance and submission. Not the real heavy whips and chains and pissing and leather stuff. That’s fine for those who are into it, but it’s not for me. But I had a dominant girlfriend once who liked to do things like stuff my dirty underwear in my mouth, leave me tied to the bed for hours at a time, or make me pull down my pants where someone might see me. I eventually had to break up with her because of her drinking, but the sex was great. One time while she was spanking me with a ping-pong paddle she threatened to bring in a gay guy and make me suck him off. She wasn’t serious, but ever since then the idea has stuck with me. I masturbate thinking about it. Some would say that wanting to suck dick means I’m gay, or at least bi, and if anyone wants to call me that it’s fine with me, but I think of myself as straight. I like sex with women. I would never go into a gay bar, meet a guy and go back home with him to make love. But I do like being submissive, and for a straight guy, sucking a cock is the ultimate degradation. I was intrigued by the thought of being forced to do it. I started exploring gay d/s on the internet. It took a while, but I eventually met a guy in a chat room who seemed to be just what I was looking for. We exchanged a long series of emails and in time swapped pictures and contact information. His name was Kyle and he was a year younger than me. He was not bad looking and in good shape, a little bigger than me, but not a muscle-bound hulk or anything. He lived less than an hour away.

Eventually we decided it was time to go ahead and meet. We established a number of ground rules ahead of time. There would be no kissing, serious pain, or water sports. I would do whatever he wanted, but we had a safe word which he swore to respect, and another signal (four grunts) in case I was unable to speak, which was likely. The most sensitive subject was fucking. I had never had anything bigger than a finger up my ass, and I wasn’t at all turned on by the thought of being fucked, but Kyle insisted that it wouldn’t be much fun for him if he couldn’t fuck me, so I agreed.

Driving to his place I was more frightened than I had ever been in my life, and I was held up at gunpoint once. I tried not to think about the horrible things that can happen to people who hook up on the internet. I felt I knew him pretty well from his emails, but things are never as they appear on the internet. I thought, “What if he sent me somebody else’s picture and he turns out to be some fat ugly old queen?” I was even more afraid about my first encounter with a man. I wondered what it would feel like having a dick in my mouth. I wondered what cum tastes like. I had never even tasted my own. I was half hoping he would forget about fucking me, or I could talk him out of it, but deep down I knew that wasn’t going to happen. At one point I pulled off the freeway to turn around and go back. I sat in the car in a parking lot for about ten minutes before I decided to go ahead with it and live out my fantasy.

I pulled up to his place. It was a nice low-rise apartment building in a fashionable neighborhood. “How could anything bad happen here?” I thought. I stood for a moment outside his door, taking deep breaths. I rang the bell. He opened the door and greeted me with a warm smile. He was the same guy as in the picture, and if anything looked better in person. I stepped in and he shook my hand.

“This is my roommate Josh,” he said, gesturing to another guy. “He’ll be joining us.” The door had scarcely closed behind me and I was already in for much more than I bargained for. Nobody ever said anything about there being two of them. I looked at Josh. He was a good-looking guy, a little small but very fit. (Do all gay guys live at the gym?) “Josh knows the safe word,” Kyle added. I interpreted this as a subtle way of saying that I didn’t have to go along with the three-way if I didn’t want to. I could always say the safe word. That made me feel a little more comfortable. I didn't say anything, so I guess that meant I was OK with it. I felt like a passenger on a white-water rafting trip. I was being carried along by a force way outside my control.

“OK then, let’s get started,” Kyle said, pushing me a little roughly toward the center of the room. He took out a camcorder, set it on a table and pointed it at me. “Take off your clothes.”

Nervously, I got undressed. “Put your hands behind your head.” He didn’t speak in a snarling, mean way, but matter-of-factly, like a boss telling a secretary to bring in a file. They walked around me, looking me over, then started feeling me up. Kyle fondled my balls, while Josh gently tugged at my armpit hair. “Bend over,” he said. I spread my legs and put my hands on my knees as they looked at my asshole. One of them, I’m not sure which, licked his finger and gently rubbed it against my hole. It felt awfully good. I was rock hard at this point. Josh reached down and stroked my cock.

“Get down on your knees,” Kyle ordered. I obeyed. He stood in front of me and rubbed his crotch in my face, then turned around and did the same with his ass. He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket and tied it over my eyes. “You don’t get to see us naked,” he explained. I heard them undress. The sound of two zippers going down almost simultaneously was strangely erotic.

Then it began for real. I felt a warm body close to my face and heard Kyle say, “Sniff my ass.”

“How disgusting,” I thought. I took a deep breath through my nose. It smelled clean but musky.

“Lick it,” he ordered. I was appalled. It had never occurred to me that this would be part of the deal. In hindsight, I should have expected it. I knew that gay guys were more into ass licking than straight people, but I honestly never gave it a thought. I had never done that with a girl, or had it done to me. I had a porn video that included a scene of a woman licking a guy’s hole, but I always skipped over that part. I thought it was gross. But I did it. I tongued his ass for several minutes, then he pulled away.

I heard them moving around. I felt one of them grab my hair and shove his cock in my mouth. What a bizarre feeling it was. He started slowly pumping my mouth. Meanwhile, the other guy was rubbing some kind of cream on my asshole. Very slowly he began to ease his dick into my ass. It hurt like hell at first but I managed to force myself to relax my sphincter. They gradually picked up the pace and began pounding me from both ends, as if trying to meet in the middle. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Just as I was starting to get accustomed to the feeling, Kyle said, “Switch.” His voice came from behind, so I guess he had been the one fucking me in the ass. They both pulled out of me at the same time. I heard them walk around me, then felt the cock that had been in my ass shoved into my mouth. I could smell and taste my ass juices and also something slightly greasy, presumable the lube. Meanwhile, I felt Josh’s dick slide into my ass. They resumed their double pounding. Suddenly I felt something warm in my mouth. It sounds odd now, but at first I didn’t know what it was. I was momentarily puzzled, and then realized that of course he had cum. I never felt a spurt, just that warmness. I swallowed it down as he pulled his dick out of my mouth. Josh kept fucking my ass and a few minutes later I felt him grab my waist tightly and plunge deep into me. He let out a groan and I knew he had cum too. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. Then he eased his dick out of me. That was a relief.

With all that had gone on, I had somehow forgotten about pleasing myself. I started stroking my throbbing dick, but felt one of them kick my hand away. Cum was beginning to ooze out of my ass, and I felt one of them wipe it up with his hand. Then I felt him smear it all over my face. It smelled awful.

I heard them rustling around for a bit, then Kyle said, “OK, you can take off your blindfold now.” They were sitting in chairs, fully dressed. “Put on your clothes.” I got dressed. For some reason, getting dressed silently while they stared at me was the most humiliating part of the whole experience.

When I was dressed, Kyle said, “You can go now. There’s something for you on the kitchen counter.” On the counter was a five dollar bill. I picked it up. That made it official. I was a whore, and a damn cheap one at that. I left. In the car on the way home I tried to figure out how I felt about it. All I knew was I was horny as hell. I couldn’t stop myself from jerking off in the car, at one point nearly causing an accident. I shot more cum more explosively than I ever had before. It went everywhere: on the upholstery, on the window, even one glob on the headliner. I tried to clean it up as I drove, again endangering the lives of other motorists.

When I got home I went immediately to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth and gargle three times. As I got undressed, something fell out of my shirt pocket. It was a memory card from the camcorder.

Later, when I got on my computer, there was an email from Kyle. It was very kind, almost apologetic. He assured me they hadn’t kept a copy of the video, and wanted to know if I was OK with everything. He said he hoped it hadn’t been too extreme for me. I wrote back telling him it had been way too extreme for me, but that it was the most exhilarating experience of my life, and I would really like to do it again some time.

CHAPTER 2

It had been a couple of months since my fateful encounter with Kyle and Josh. In the meantime, I started seeing a new girl fairly regularly. She was sweet, and the sex was fine, but she preferred pretty normal sex. The one time I tried to get her to be a little dominant, she went along with it, but I could tell her heart wasn’t in it. I would have loved for her to make me submit to another guy while she watched, but I knew she could never handle that, so I didn’t tell her about Kyle. I thought from time to time about getting back in touch with him, but I wasn’t sure I was ready. Sometimes when I was really horny I would jerk off watching the video he made of us, but I had to be in the right mood. It was awfully intense to watch myself being abused like that.

Then one night after dinner my apartment doorbell rang. I opened the door and a nice looking, clean-cut young man was standing there. I was about to tell him to go save somebody else’s soul when I remembered that Mormons and Jehovah’s Witnesses always travel in pairs. I looked at him inquiringly. He said, “Kyle tells me you suck dick for $5.”

I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. Just then a neighbor from down the hall walked past. I didn’t know whether she had heard what he said, but I didn’t want to go into it in public like that, so I let him in and closed the door behind him. My mind was racing. The sensible thing to do would be to punch his lights out and then call Kyle in a rage, but that thought never occurred to me. We stood there motionless for a moment, then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me firmly down to my knees. He moved his hands to his hips and stared down at me. I slowly reached up and loosened his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. It felt strange to do that for another guy. I pulled his pants down to his knees. His big hardon was poking above the waistband of his tight, white Jockey briefs. I slipped them down. A little droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his cock. I licked it off, then grabbed hold of his dick and went down on it. I bobbed up and down for a while, then remembered something a girl had done for me once that I really liked. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger lightly around his cock and moved them up and down along with my lips, basically jerking him and sucking him at the same time. Meanwhile, I started tickling his balls with my other hand. He moaned, so I knew he was truly enjoying this. I felt an odd sense of pride in my cocksucking technique. That time with Kyle and Josh I hadn’t really sucked so much as knelt there while my mouth got fucked. After just a few minutes I could tell he was getting close. He grabbed my hair and plunged deep into my mouth. He let out another moan and I felt his warm cum hit the back of my throat. He held my head still for a few moments, then pulled out. He pulled up his underwear, then his pants. He took a $5 bill out of his wallet and dropped it on the floor in front of me, then turned around and left without another word.

I remained there on my knees, took out my dick and jerked off. When I came, I lapped it up. Since meeting Kyle I always eat my own cum now.

The experience was exciting as hell, but I didn’t want to make a lifestyle out of servicing anyone Kyle happened to meet, at five bucks a pop. I wanted to call him right away and have it out with him, but I decided to give myself a day to sort through my thoughts first. As it turned out, I didn’t have a chance. He called me about an hour later. He explained that the guy was a very good friend of his, and that he only set it up because he thought I would enjoy it (which I did). He had told the guy our safe word. By the end of our conversation, we were totally cool. We agreed that he wouldn’t surprise me with any more strangers, but he said he couldn’t promise not to show up himself sometime and demand sex. I said “Fair enough.”

CHAPTER 3

Things were beginning to get complicated in my life. My relationship with my girlfriend, Laurie, was developing. We weren’t dating exclusively, but things were heading in that direction. Neither of us was even thinking about moving in together or anything as serious as that, but we were seeing a lot of each other. I liked her company, and we both enjoyed our physical relationship, but the sex just didn’t give me the same intense excitement I got out of being dominated by Kyle and Josh. I still hadn’t told her about them. I had told her that I liked to be submissive, and she was doing her best to accommodate that desire, but I don’t think she realized how big a deal it was for me. I knew I had to give her the whole story, but I hadn’t figured out how to explain it yet.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t seen Kyle since our first meeting, but we were exchanging emails frequently. One day he suggested we get together again. He offered an interesting proposition. He said he wanted to be able to call me some day the following week, at any hour of the day or night, and I would have to drop whatever I was doing and come immediately to his place to service him and Josh. It sounded exciting, so I agreed. For the next several days I couldn’t wait for him to call. I didn’t jerk off so I would be good and horny when I was summoned. I jumped to the phone each time it rang. I tried to keep from sounding disappointed when it would turn out to be Laurie. Finally the call came. When I answered, he said simply, “Get over here,” and hung up. I practically ran to the car and headed out. I wished he lived closer.

When I got to his place, I knocked on the door. My heart was pounding, just as it was the first time, but now it was out of excitement, not fear. He called out, “It’s unlocked.” I walked in. They were sitting down, both wearing robes. Kyle said, “Strip.” I stood in the center of the room and took off my clothes. Kyle nodded toward the floor. I knew what he meant. I dropped to my knees. They stood up and walked over to me. Josh took the belt from his robe and tied my hands behind me, then they both slipped off their robes. They didn’t blindfold me this time. Kyle turned his back to me and started rubbing his ass up and down on my face. As before, his ass smelled clean but funky. He didn’t tell me to lick, so I didn’t. Then he moved away and Josh took his place. Josh did the same thing to my face, grinding my nose deep into his hole, while Kyle got down on his knees behind me and started spanking me. This went on for quite a while. My ass was beginning to get sore, but I didn’t mind.

Finally Kyle stood up and walked in front of me. Josh turned around to face me. They both stood right in front of my face and started jerking off, like a two-man circle jerk. Kyle explained, “The first one to come gets to fuck you later.” This was so humiliating. I loved it. Before long, Josh said, “Open your mouth.” It was the first time I had heard him speak. He was the winner. He shot a huge load, which just missed my mouth and landed on my cheek. His second shot hit the target and went directly into my mouth. Almost immediately Kyle came too, shooting all over my face, some of it into my mouth. When they both caught their breath, they put their robes back on and went into another room. They turned on the television. I stayed on my knees with my hands tied behind me as their cum dripped down my face and slowly dried. I remained there for about an hour while they watched TV and talked and laughed.

When the show was over, they came back in. Kyle sat in a chair while Josh took off his robe. He untied my hands and gently pushed on my back so I was down on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and greased up my asshole. He plunged all the way in on the first thrust and started fucking me roughly while Kyle watched. He pounded me fiercely. When he came it was with a shuddering orgasm. He practically shouted, “Oh, oh, ohhh!” Then he pulled out and collapsed on the floor next to me.

Before Josh even recovered, Kyle said to me, “You’re dismissed.” I quickly got dressed and left without any goodbyes. They didn’t do the $5 routine this time. The novelty of that had worn off.

It was dark during the drive home, so I didn’t risk jerking off in the car. As I drove I thought about Laurie. It was only a coincidence that she and I hadn't planned to get together that night. If we had, I would have had to tell Kyle I couldn’t make it, which would have spoiled the subservient aspect of the experience, or I would have had to make up a lie to tell Laurie, which I wouldn’t do. That settled it. I had to tell her everything.

The next time Laurie and I got together, I told her. I said I was bisexual, even though I continued to think of myself as basically straight. To my mind, I’m not turned on by men, I’m turned on by submission. It’s just that submitting to a man is more demeaning for me than submitting to a woman, and that degradation is thrilling. I wasn’t sure I could make the distinction clear to Laurie, so it was easier to just say I was bi. She was perfectly comfortable with that, as I knew she would be. She has a number of gay and lesbian friends. She was a little less comfortable when I told her about Kyle and Josh, and how I liked being abused by them. I don’t think she was offended or shocked by the idea, but she realized that they filled a need for me that she would never be able to fill. When we were all talked out, the future of our relationship was left somewhat unresolved. We agreed to go on seeing each other, but it was clear that we were never going to get married and grow old together. But that was never in the cards anyway. For now we would continue to be good friends with benefits.

Things got even more confused a few weeks later. One Saturday afternoon I got a call from Kyle. “Josh is in your area,” he said. “I’ve given him permission to go to your place for a quick fuck. Be on your hands and knees, naked, with your asshole lubed up and the door unlocked.” He hung up. I got an immediate hardon from being ordered around like that. I did as I was told. As I waited on all fours, my asshole pointed toward the door, I started thinking about Kyle and Josh. I didn’t understand the nature of their relationship. They didn’t act like lovers, but they seemed to be more than roommates. What did Kyle mean about giving Josh permission? Was he just showing his control over me, or did he also get to decide who Josh could fuck? It wasn’t any of my business, but I was curious.

When Josh arrived, things started out as they had previously. He took off his clothes, got behind me and started right in without a word. I mentioned once that Josh was not a big guy, but he was very muscular. He had the body of a gymnast, or a lightweight wrestler. He was quite a bit smaller than me, but definitely stronger, even though I’m in pretty good shape myself. When he thrust into me, I really knew I was being fucked. And he held my waist so tightly at times I felt like he was going to crush me. As before, he took long, deep strokes, plunging in all the way down to his pubes. Sometimes I could feel his balls slap mine. As he got close he started to groan. I was kind of getting to like the way he grunted and moaned as he came. This time he wasn’t as loud as before, but his ecstasy was just as evident. He pulled back hard on my shoulders and let out a long “Ahhhhhhh,” then leaned forward onto my back, completely spent.

But this time things got different after he was through. He gently spread my legs and arms out so we both sank slowly down to the floor together. He lay on top of me for a while before pulling out. Then he reached under me and began stroking my dick. It felt great and I didn’t try to stop him, but this wasn’t the way it was supposed to work. I was supposed to give him pleasure, not the other way around. He was good at it. I guess it makes sense that a guy would give a better handjob than a girl. We’ve all been practicing since puberty and we know what feels good. He started out with slow strokes, then gradually picked up speed until toward the end his hand was practically a blur. When I came, it was one of the best orgasms I’ve had.

Afterward, he held me for a few minutes, then got up to get his clothes. I sensed he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. I said quietly, “You can shower before you go.”

He hesitated for a moment, then apparently thought about the long drive home with his cum and my ass juices in his underwear and said, “OK.” I got dressed while he showered.

When he was cleaned up and dressed, I showed him to the door. Before I opened it, he paused and looked at me. There was absolutely no mistaking that look. It was love. Then he looked away, quickly opened the door and dashed out. I would bet everything I own he was crying before he got to the elevator. I felt sorry for the guy. I liked him, but even if I were 100% gay, I don’t think I would have been in love with him.

Now this was a tangled web. I didn’t know where Laurie and I were going. Josh was in love with me. Whatever was going on between Josh and Kyle had just become more complicated for them. And as for Kyle and me, I don’t even think there is a term for our relationship. We definitely had some kind of mutual affection, but it wasn’t romantic. At least I didn’t think it was. The whole thing made my brain hurt, so I decided to have a few too many drinks and forget about it.