Gay Erotic Stories

It was another one of those hot August nights that made sleep the last thing on your mind. No breeze, just heat that hung in the air bringing beads of perspiration to your brow. But the night air wasn't the only thing in heat; I was too. I tried to keep my mind occupied but failing to do so, I got in my car and drove, where to I hadn't planned; I just needed to get out. I found myself making the turn towards Thomas Square, returning to my old hunting grounds partially due to boredom but mostly to satiate the stirring in my crotch that was starting to overwhelm my mind. I parked my car at a vantage point to check out the prospects for the night. Not too much to look at yet; but I had nothing better to do so I waited, patiently, for the next car to pass. There it was: a green Honda CR-V with dark tinted windows. As it passed I caught a glimpse of the driver, just the top half of his face but enough to determine that he was on the young side and Asian. I watched in my rear view mirror to see where he was headed. I felt a twitch in my groin as he drove into the parking lot and turned around. He passed again but this time I could not see him. He went up the street and turned at the light. I wondered if he would drive by; was he cruising or just turning around? My answer came when he drove by, slower this time, with his window all the way down. As our eyes met he gave one of those Hawaiian surfer-boy eyebrow flicks that seemed like a test to see if I was interested. Needless to say, I was. I started my car and made a u-turn to follow him. The game was afoot. He turned into a driveway and slowed; I passed him slowly and watched with anticipation to see his next move. A grin crossed my face as his reverse lights went on and he backed out to follow me. I parked in the next lot and turned off my engine, setting the stage for him to make the next move. He drove past very slowly, almost stopping, and then passed by. Had I lost him? No, he turned around and drove into the same lot, dropping his lights as he pulled up next to me. My heart raced with excitement. His door opened and he stepped out of his truck. I was pleased with what I saw. I was right: he was Japanese and appeared to be a few inches taller than I. He was wearing a light oversized long sleeved shirt that draped over what looked like a nice chest, jeans and boots. He glanced over at me as if waiting for my approval to approach then walked slowly in my direction. We shook hands and I felt his firm, masculine grip that lingered a little bit longer than usual but not as long as I would have liked it to. If I had seen him anywhere else I would never have suspected that he was a player, although I would have dreamed that he was, and now he was here with me. A few minutes passed in superficial conversation where I learned that he was supposedly 27 years old and that his name was Todd. It didn't matter to me; all I knew was that I wanted him. After a lull in the conversation, he asked me if I wanted to follow him back to his place where "we could be alone." That is, if I wanted to. Stupid question. He smiled when I agreed and gave me a general idea of where he lived. I followed him into Manoa Valley where he pulled into a driveway and motioned me to park behind him. Although he shared the house with two others, he told me they were away on a trip for the next three days: Total privacy with a man who was turning out to be a physical dream-come-true for me. We went in and he motioned for me to sit down on the sofa in the living room as he asked me if I wanted something to drink. He returned with a glass of water and a beer for himself and set them on a low table in front of the sofa. Taking a seat next to me, close enough for me to touch him yet far enough away to give me some space, he sipped his beer, commenting on how hot the night was. There was another lull in the conversation as he finished his beer. I was looking at him, contemplating whether I should make a move when I felt his hand on my arm; it was a gentle caress that sent sparks throughout my body. I closed my eyes as he began to stroke my chest. "Take off your shirt," he whispered as his lips gently brushed against my ear. He helped me pull it over my head. He stopped while my arms were still caught in the sleeves and carefully pushed my hands back up over my head while he firmly grasped my wrists. I couldn't move my hands to return his touch but it seemed like he didn't want me to. I felt his breath on my neck as his cheek brushed up against mine. "I want you,” he whispered in a voice that was more like a breath than anything else. He slowly worked his way down my chest and began to lick my nipple; softly at first and then, unexpectedly, he bit it. I jumped from the sensation as I crossed the line between pain and pleasure. He worked my nipples with such skill and I was so completely lost in the moment that I didn't notice he had unbuttoned my jeans. I couldn't control the deep soft moan of release that escaped my lips as he freed my cock from its prison; but the feelings that followed soon overwhelmed it as he took me into his mouth. I felt my cock throbbing in the warmth of his mouth, felt his breath on my stomach and his hands again gently pushing my arms over my head. While I was still in him, he took off my jeans and pushed them aside, never breaking his rhythm for a moment. I looked down to see his handsome face and watched while he deftly serviced my eager cock. Our eyes met and he stopped, but only for a second before he began again his erotic play, all the while keeping his eyes locked with mine. I wrapped my legs around him and could feel his shirt damp with perspiration from our game. I squeezed him firmly with my legs for a second before he stopped his attention to my dick and grasped my ankles, spreading my legs apart. He flashed me a devilish grin as he felt for something under the sofa: Rope. He paused for a second as if to await my approval. I said nothing as he began to wrap the soft white rope around my left ankle and secured it to the leg of the sofa. My cock throbbed and grew harder as he repeated this with my right ankle. With both my legs securely tied he stood up, unzipped his jeans just enough to take his own cock out and begin to play with it in front of me. His shirt clung to his well-defined chest, enticing me with his erect nipples. I leaned forward and opened my mouth to return the pleasure that he had so skillfully given to me. His crotch smelled good, clean and manly, and his cock sweet and smooth as he slid it in and out of my hungry mouth, slowly at first then more aggressively as his passion grew. I could hear his breath growing heavier as he placed his hands firmly on my shoulders to steady himself. He gripped me tightly as I tasted his salty-sweet pre-cum. I grabbed his ass and started to force him deeper into my mouth with each thrust, feeling his muscles tighten and grow harder and harder when he suddenly pulled out. I eagerly licked off a glistening drop of clear pre-cum that oozed out of the tip of his cock as he leaned forward and took my left wrist and stretched my arm out against the back of the sofa. He walked around behind the sofa and I closed my eyes as I felt the tug of the rope as he tied it around my wrist. Bringing the rope around the sofa, he secured it to the foot and looked at me to check if I was comfortable with what was happening. No words were spoken as he gently wrapped my right wrist and secured it with the soft white rope so that I could barely move my arms. I was tied down and completely at his mercy as he once again knelt before me and took me into his welcoming mouth. Gently he pulled me to the edge of the seat and began his oral feast. For what seemed like forever, his talented tongue made trails around my cock and eventually found its way to my cum-filled balls. He licked each of them gently as if to coax out of them the liquid treasure they held. Taking my balls into his hand and lifting them out of the way, he continued his exploration of my helpless body. His hot breath on my anus made me flinch; I wasn't really into the back door stuff but tonight I was willing to learn otherwise. Mixed sensations filled my mind as his tongue quickly darted over my anus and a gleaming drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of my cock. He looked up at me and smiled as he licked it off, savoring the flavor like one does a fine confection, then sucked me briefly as if to get more. There would be more tonight, much more. He again lifted my balls and pressed his face between my cheeks, looking me in the eyes as his tongue forced its way into me. I resisted at first but then found myself spreading my legs apart to let him in deeper. I could not resist anymore. His tongue gave me sensations that I had not savored before and I found myself wanting more. He again stopped suddenly and looked me in the eyes. As I was lost in his gaze I felt something firm pressing against my wet anus: he had a dildo and was pushing it into me. I was scared at first but was helpless to stop him had I wanted to. He slowly pushed it into me, easing past the resistance I was involuntarily putting up; I groaned with pleasure once that point was passed and it finally slid into me. My cock was dripping with pre-cum now as he rhythmically fucked me with the dildo. He smiled as I squirmed to get myself into a better position so that he could go deeper. I found myself lost in the thrusts, the sensations were running through my body when he suddenly stopped and stood up again, leaving the dildo deep within me. He carefully lifted me up a bit and then set me down straight so that the dildo was pushed into me. To my surprise and satisfaction, I found that if I rocked my hips the dildo would do its job deeper inside of me. Still wearing his shirt and jeans, he climbed upon the sofa and positioned his cock before me; it too was dripping with salty pre-cum. I eagerly stuck out my tongue to lick it clean and taste what I had craved all night. He again began his slow pelvic rhythm into my mouth as I savored the flavor of his masculinity. I began to rock my hips back and forth, matching his pace as my head began to spin. His breathing once again turned heavy as I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. I struggled against my bonds wanting to take myself into my hands and jack off, but could not. The experience overwhelmed me: his cock deep in my mouth, the dildo touching me in places I didn't know existed let alone be so stimulating, the frustration of being tied down, all took over at once. I was lost in the carnal passion when he suddenly pulled his cock out from my hungry mouth and unleashed a stream of cum, hitting me on the face and chest. I went over the edge and climaxed harder than I had ever before as gobs of cum splattered over my legs and thighs again and again. I came without someone touching my dick for the first time. Before the elation from my own orgasm left me, he forced his way back into my mouth and came again, this time filling my mouth with his salty sweet cum which I tried to swallow as fast as he gave it to me. A moment later he collapsed into my lap in total release, panting like an animal until he caught his breath. He smiled at me as he leaned forward and began to lick his cum off my chest and face. Then, reaching behind him, he scooped up a pool of my cum and licked it off his finger with a grin. I was still trying to catch my breath when he gave me a cum-kiss. I tasted his and my own cum as we mixed the two together with our tongues, locked in a feverish kiss. After a few minutes of impassioned lip lock, he pulled away and smiled at me, smearing the remaining cum over my body. We showered together and washed each other's body, but he seemed different: not as passionate as before; more like he was obligated to getting me cleaned up and out of there as soon as possible. No words were spoken. I thought about exchanging phone numbers, or something, so that we could get together again; but I got the sense he would not agree. Taking the hint, I left as soon as I was dressed; his cold disposition left me with an uncomfortable feeling as I started my car. Why didn't I just give him my number anyway? Why didn't I try to get a conversation going so that I could get to know him better? Then I thought about it and as I drove home I realized something: what we did was fantastic, better than anything I had experienced before and all those questions I had in my mind didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that I had absolutely no regrets. (Yojimbo!) Please remember to play safely! Eating cum is great in a fictional story but never in reality. Comments? E-mail me at Yojimbo007@hotmail.com and be sure to check out my other stories; The Gift, The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game and Under an August Moon. Aloha from Hawaii!