Gay Erotic Stories

I sat down on the couch next to Michael. With my hand rubbing his back I watched him playing with the various goodies I had bought him from my recent trip. Michael was like a child, excited and apprehensive all at the same time. “I’ve missed you,” I said. “Me too,” he responded still concentrating on the box of goodies in front of him. “I’ve been fantasizing about all the things I would like do to you when I got back,” I went on. Michael became silent and I could feel a stiffening in his body. “Like what?” he asked. “Well like grabbing you like this.” I took Michael’s arms and pulled him back so he was forced to lie across me, “And tickling you like this,” I said as my fingers worked his chest and ribs. Michael struggled and laughed as he tried to get free.

“Then I thought how I was going to strip you.” “Oh no! Not now, not here,” he said. “Can’t you wait a bit longer until I have finished what I was doing before you came? How about you come back tonight.” “I can’t wait; I want you now,” was my response.

Michael had an annoying habit, probably a nervous habit, but when he was about to have sex he would jump up and fuss about – checking the stove, checking that the TV was off, or just running around from room to room for no good reason. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sex with me, it was that he had to be coaxed into it and I was in no mood for his silly phobias. I could feel him trying to get up but I held on to him hard and pulled his shirt out from under his belt and undid the buttons. “Now is just fine,” I said, “and I ain’t letting you go so you can squirm all you like, but I am having you now; get used to the idea.”

The shirt came away from his back and I moved my hand over his smooth skin. I pulled two long pieces of rope from my pocket and passed them around Michael’s arms. Michael tried to get free, although he knew better than to stop me outright. I had never tied him up before but always wanted to. I was going to wait until he was on the bed, but I knew if I didn’t tie him down he would start prancing around the house again so I decided to keep still until I had him on the bed and render him helpless. I tied his upper arms together and passed the rope around his chest so that his arms were fastened to his body. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Tying you up,’ I answered. “So you don’t get up and get away like you usually try and do.”

“Well that’s not necessary. You can do what you like to me, you always do, so why tie me up?” “Because I can,” I answered.

“Can’t you wait until you get me onto the bed? Then you can tie me up properly and you will find that I am co-operative and you won’t need to,” he pleaded.

“No, not this time,” I answered, holding the now struggling Michael down. “I will take you to bed in good time, don’t you worry. But you’re not running away from me, not this time. Now hold still while I tie your hands together.”

I took his wrists and crossed them over each other and began to tie them together. Michael was still now and had given up any attempt to struggle free; his whole attitude was passive and submissive. I took a second piece of rope and fixed his wrists to his waist, leaving a long dangling piece of the rope behind. I lay him on the couch and, clasping my hand over his mouth, I watched as he writhed around while I tickled him hard. I removed my tie and forced Michael’s mouth open, gagging him with it.

After a while I dragged him to his feet and marched him into his bedroom. Turning him around, he was facing me with the back of his legs touching the edge of the bed. I slowly undid his belt and jeans, slipping them away together with his underwear. He was totally naked. A gentle push with my finger and he fell back onto the bed. I lifted his legs high, tying them together with the leftover rope, first at the upper thighs then above the knees and at the ankles. I fell on top of him and began to tickle him hard. The gag was working well and only muffled cries and laughs could be heard. I then rolled him over onto his front and started to spank his backside. Michael always protested that he didn’t like this and certainly he began to thrash about on the bed. The gag was still working well. My strokes were not hard so there could not have been any pain but his struggle was fascinating to watch. In spite of the fact that he claimed he did not like the spanking he never protested or asked me to stop when we started our little games. Michael lay there accepting the light paddling I was giving him, and after a while I stopped and turned him over on his side. His arse was soft and warm and my hand ran around his smooth skin and down to his very erect dick.

Mike was hard and willing to do whatever I asked of him. I untied his hands and legs and removed the gag. I told him to rub my chest and massage my legs. I felt his hands work around my groin and thighs; it felt good. I told him to run his lips around my dick. The feeling was fantastic and I became almost uncontrollable in my desire to fuck his face. As much as I wanted to do it, I felt it would be better to hold on and wait. My mind went into high gear, trying to think of all the things I had fantasized I would do to Mike on my return from that endless business trip, things I had learnt while I was away and I could now try on him.

I remembered a night in Scotland when I had gotten passionate with a spunk I had found in the pub. I had told him I was going to tie him up, and while I went to get some cord he got up and knelt on the bed placing his hands behind his back. That was very sexy I thought and ordered Mike to kneel on the edge of the bed facing inward. Mike had no idea what I wanted and he had a very curious expression on his face while he tried to comply with my wishes. I positioned him so that as he knelt on the bed his feet over hung the edge of the mattress and pushed his head down towards his knees with his hands behind his back and his arse in a very vulnerable position. I told him I was going to tie him up again and in future this posture would be referred to as the “No.1” position, and if I wanted him like this I would simply tell him to assume position No. 1. “There will be more to follow,” I told Mike, so you had better learn them well or you might find that my spanking moments may become more forceful.” There was a sequence of positions I had dreamt up that I intended to teach Mike to adopt them all on command when I called out a number, each denoting just where and how he would place his hands and legs, ready for me to tie them together. He continued to look at me in a curious way but got down as I had placed him on his knees on the edge of the bed.

I wound the rope around his wrists and tied them tightly. I then pushed him down so that his chest was resting on his legs and then with some more rope tied his arms to his knees. This stopped him from straightening up and opened his arse up enough to allow me to apply gel. Taking a firm hold on his waist I plunged my dick as far as it would go into his arse and pumped hard until I felt myself drain into him. Mike groaned and then the moment I had withdrawn he fell over on his side and I fell on top of him.

Sweat poured from my head and I was breathing hard. I looked at Mike and asked him how he enjoyed that. He was too frightened to complain but his “Yes sir” lacked the conviction I had come to expect. I grabbed his face by the chin and told him he had better get used to it because I had enjoyed myself and would probably expect to do it again to him, with or without his blessing.

The smile on his face, however, told me that he didn’t mind too much.