Gay Erotic Stories

Tom was true to his word. Just two days after our hot rendevous at my apartment, Tom called to say he'd be over in a couple of hours. He said he was missing some bikini briefs and thought I might be able to help him out. Tom also asked me if I would deck myself out in western wear because the cowboy look turned him on. I knew Tom wore cowboy boots a lot, but I just assumed that was to make him look taller and more masculine. This could get interesting! I put on some tight Levi's and a western shirt I purchased in my Garth Brooks stage. My look was completed with a black cowboy hat and black cowboy boots. It was then the idea hit. If Tom liked the cowboy look, maybe he would like to be roped into some hot fun! Some after I'd changed, Tom knocked at the door. I opened up to see him even hotter looking than last time. He had on a black form-fitting shirt with short, short sleeves exposing almost all his arm muscles. His chest and nipples were pressed hard against the fabric and his rock-hard abs drew my eyes down to the enormous bulge in his leather (yes, I said leather!) pants. Of course, the look was completed with silver-tipped, high-heeled black cowboy boots. I didn't know how long Tom could be away from his busy promotion schedule so I got right to the action. I grabbed his muscled shoulders and pulled him toward me. We kissed passionately and felt up one another's crotch. I began pulling Tom's shirt out of his pants and he raised his arms to allow me to lift the skin tight covering off him. His chest glistened and the beauty of his smooth top, except for the luscious black hair in his arm pits, was truly breathtaking. I told Tom I had some rope in the bedroom and he smiled and told me to show him the way. I led him to my bed and forced him down face first. Sitting on his thighs, I pulled his bulging arms behind him and bound them tightly with rope. Tom struggled and I knocked him between his shoulder blades a couple of times to restrain him from struggling. I quickly tied his boots together at the ankles and stepped back to admire my work. Tom was sweating from the struggle and was breathing hard. I flipped him over and gazed at the tent in his leather pants. The trail of black hair that began just below his belly button was calling my name. Tom began sputtering protests, but I reminded him it was his idea and what he had come here to retrieve. With that, I pulled his bikini briefs out of my dresser drawer and stuffed them in his mouth. His muffled sounds began pushing the briefs out so I grabbed a sock and wrapped it around Tom's mouth to hold the briefs in place. Now, where was I. I removed the western belt from the leather pants and used it to secure Tom's feet to my footboard. Now to the real business. I slowly unzipped the leather to reveal that Tom may only own one pair of underwear. His eight-inch dick was bouncing in my face. As I put my lips on the head that glistened with pre-cum, Tom began moaning into his gag. These were moans of ecstasy. I buried my nose in the glorious black pubic forest that surround his member and inhaled his sweaty scent. I didn't have to work long before Tom's milky juices were flowing down my throat. I removed Tom's gag and before he had a chance to thank me, I stuffed my nine-inch meat in his mouth. I bucked furiously until Tom's mouth milked me dry. I gently untied my lover's bonds just in time for Tom to make his next appointment. He asked if I wanted a souvenir of this visit as he tucked his briefs in his front pant's pocket. I looked down at his feet and smiled. He begrudgingly pulled off his silver-tipped boots and set them by my bed. I assured him they'd be licked clean by the time of his next visit!