Gay Erotic Stories

By Taped&R Quick description of Jeff: 6'-1" 193 lbs, brown/blue, not fat, flat top. My parents hired a lawn service to cut the grass in the front and back yards. It was run by three college guys. They'd mow the grass, trim trees, bushes, etc. One day I was home alone, and I didn't have anything on. I was reading in my room. No radio, no tv. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when I heard a lawn mower outside the window. Oh, the lawn people are here. I went back to my book. A half hour later the noise stopped and I watched them leave. My car was in the shop (as usual for my Beretta). I went back to my book. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. It rang four times. I put down my book and put on some shorts over my underwear. By the time I got to the door no one was there. I went back to my room and got comfortable with my book on my bed. I heard a loud noise on the other side of the house, and I went to check it out. (I forgot to put on the shorts.) The back door was part way open. I closed it and turned the lock, but the jamb was broken. I heard something in my parent's room. I looked around the edge of the door and into their room. A man was bent over my parent's dresser and he was ransacking their drawers. He was throwing stuff onto a comforter in the middle of the floor. He disconnected the VCR and dropped it on the blanket. I pulled back against the wall. My heart was racing. I didn't know he'd seen me peeking in the mirror over the dresser. I went back to my room to call the police. I sensed something behind me. I turned just in time to see it was Jason. One of the yard guys. I started to sigh with relief. I was saved. Then he grabbed me. He dragged me into my room and shoved me to the floor. I was panicked and didn't think to scream until he was on me. I landed face down on the carpet next to a pile of laundry. He took a sock from the pile and shoved it in my mouth. He took another and tied my hands behind my back with it. (Size 13 tube socks are long enough to bind my wrists effectively.) I tried to scream and fight, but by then I was helpless. He reeked of fresh cut grass and sweat. I couldn't believe I had a hard-on now of all times. He used his body weight to hold me down while he searched the laundry for another sock. He found one and tied my feet. He got up and left my room. He came back quickly holding a roll of duct tape. I took a good look at him. He was about six feet tall, blonde, green eyes, navy blue mesh shorts, black Reebok shoes, athletic socks with grass stains, and a stained, dirty supersonics shirt without sleeves. He pushed the sock in my mouth back in all the way (I had been working it out) and wrapped my mouth in several layers going all the way around my head. He flipped me on my stomach and almost mummified my hands with the tape. He turned me face up and grabbed my throat. He said "Now what am I going to do? You saw me. Now I'm gonna spend years in jail. Shit. How am I gonna keep you quiet?" I grunted and tried to look stupid. He continued "I know. I'll put everything back and pretend it never happened. But what about you? Can I trust you to be quiet?" I nodded fiercely and tried to say yes. "Yeah, right. I don't want to have to kill you, but I can't trust you." I nodded and tried to say I'll do anything for you, just don't kill me. He seemed to understand. He yanked the tape down from my mouth and took out the sock. I whispered to him "I'll do anything, just don't kill me." He said "anything?" I said "anything." He asked When will my parents would be home, and I told him they would be home at eight. He asked me to help him put everything back the way it should be. I agreed, and he untied me. I helped him put everything back. We were finished by four o'clock. Everything looked the way it should except the broken jamb on the back door where he'd kicked it in. We were both sweating from the fear and adrenaline. I was still in my underwear. I realized this when he touched my crotch. He asked me to get my parent's video camera and a blank tape. He put the camera on a shelf in my room. He set it to record. He told me to walk into my room and not to look behind me. I did as I was told. He came in behind me and grabbed me like before. This time he tied me up and put me on the bed. I fought against the tape because I thought he'd kill me. He took my underwear off me. He straddled the foot of my bed and grabbed my ankles. He pushed my knees backward into the bed. When I saw the tent in his shorts I knew what he had in mind. I fought like a madman. No use. He pulled his shorts down and off, and put me back on my back. He fucked me for nearly thirty minutes. I was shocked to see I had a hard-on. He didn't say much, just grunted when he thrust. It hurt and felt good at the same time. He reached orgasm and came in my ass. When I felt the spurting sensation Of his hot cum hitting the insides of my ass, I came all over the place. He pulled out and went to check the camera. He took the tape out and put it in the VCR in my room. I saw myself cumming as he fucked me. He told me that this was good enough to prove consent. It would also explain his fingerprints all over the house. The broken door jamb was my problem. I told my parents and later the police that someone had broken in the door, and ran away when I came after him. I described him as short, youth, and wearing jeans. They never found the "burglar." Jason showed up on the doorstep the next day . . .