Gay Erotic Stories

I woke up in a deep sweat, my mind flashing back to that night, that stormy night of leather and lightning. I can’t help but think of the intensity of the sex we had that night every time I hear thunder, nothing has ever remotely come close to what I experienced during that raging night. I remember every detail about it and all the subtleties of that experience. His name was Toby, I remember meeting him, well, at least seeing him at my gym. His look commanded attention: Dark buzz cut hair, dark eyes, clean cut face on top of broad shoulders. He wasn’t a bodybuilder but anyone could tell that he knew how to use all the equipment in the weight room. He would always arrive at about the same time each night and when I could, I would time my work outs to be around his. I too concentrated on my workouts, always focused on my tri-athlete body and its workings. I always ran on the treadmill or used the stationary bikes coupled with a moderate weight training regimen. If I wasn’t in the weight room or on the other equipment, my streamlined body was cutting laps through the water in my Speedo’s in the swimming pool. Yeah, I like men and there was something alluring about Toby, something different, something dark that raised a curiosity deep inside of me. There was something I wanted from him, though I wasn’t sure what it was. I knew it was physical and that it would be intense, a man with a body like that wouldn’t fuck with a whimper. Often, I went home after working out, and began to fantasize about Toby, thinking about his body that I spied in the gym, thinking about his cock, thinking about him being close to me, very close to me, making me gush a torrent of white hot cum. My friends dragged me to a leather club in the rougher part of town a few weeks ago. Not the usual scene for a preppy college jock like myself, but, they convinced me it would be different and fun. I dressed in black Nike wind pants, tight white tank top and cross trainers, hopefully, accenting the features of my smooth jock body. I was horny and kind of wanted some action but had no idea that in the faint light of that club that I would see the familiar silhouette of Toby, dressed head to toe in black leather. Black biker coat, leather jeans, dark shades and black combat style boots. It was easy for my friends to tell I was distracted and who was distracting me. Seeing Toby there stirred up all the desires I had for him but I didn’t know if I was what he wanted. I was scared to approach him and really, I didn’t know how. I just ogled at him, at how that leather fit every inch of his body perfectly. After a while I lost track of him, assuming he slipped into the crowd that was milling around in the club. Before I knew it, he was walking towards me as my lips formed words to say to him as he neared, but they wouldn’t come out as he glanced at me. I kept looking at him as he walked away, slowly, glancing over his shoulder at me first once, then twice and then a third time with a smile. My cock swelled in the confines of my nylon pants, my pulse quickened and my hands got sweaty. I looked in his direction and told my friends I’d be back. I didn’t know then I had just lied to them as I followed Toby to a corner near the main entrance, where it was a little brighter, where I could see how much more handsome he was in his leather. Inside, my mind was racing with what I, he, we could or would do. He asked if I was ready to go and I said I had to say goodbye to my friends. He said I was ready now or there would be no second opportunity. He looked me square in the eyes, waiting for my response. I trembled inside as I felt the word yes slip over my lips and looked over my shoulder for my friends who were no longer in sight. The oppressive heat from earlier that summer day was still radiating up from the street and sidewalk as we walked briskly with a strong sense of urgency through the parking lot till we got to his motorcycle. As he unlocked the bracket holding the black motorcycle helmets, he told me we had to hurry, that the storm would be here soon and he wanted to be off the road. The air was getting heavy with humidity and moisture as the first flashes of lightning started on the horizon behind us as I sat behind Toby on that bike and clung to him , leaning with him into each turn as we went away from the club towards the old warehouse district of the city. I held on to him not only for my own safety, but also because I wanted to feel his body, feel the steely strength of his body under that leather. I wanted to commit what I was feeling, seeing and smelling to memory. After we arrived at the old 3 story warehouse, he motioned me to dismount the bike and pulled a remote out that raised the garage door and he rode the bike in, dismounted and motioned for me to follow. I was feeling my insides tremble again as the door closed silently and he led me down a passage way to a freight elevator. I wondered if I had made a grave mistake but something lured me into that elevator , my curiosity, my desires wanting to be fulfilled motivated me to continue. I hesitated for a split-second before stepping out of the freight car after it’s arrival at the third floor. But desires and curiosity prevailed as I followed Toby down the hall that was barely lit, pausing as I heard him extract keys from his pocket and open a heavy metal fire door. “Wait here Chad” was his first command to me as we stepped over the threshold. How did he know my name I thought to myself. “I’ve sensed your desires for months now, do you jack off thinking about me?” he asked ”How did he know?” I pondered. “Chad, do you jack off thinking about me?” he demanded again. “Yes” I faintly murmured. “What Chad-boy?” came Toby’s voice again, now beginning to sound like a platoon sergeant. “Yes” I averred. “Yes what Chad-boy?” came his demanding voice again. “Yes sir” I said, half-asking, half-telling. My cock was stirring now in my pants. I was getting harder listening to Toby berate me. I could tell he was looking me over closely now, like a close order drill instructor. I waited for the interrogation to continue as Toby opened the blinds of the third floor windows of the warehouse, the intensity of the thunderstorm escalating, the jagged spikes of lightning pulsing down from the sky. He continued around the room, lighting candles through out the room. “You jack off today Chad-boy? You jack off fantasizing about me today Chad-boy?” came the questions. “Yes sir, I did sir, I made myself cum today thinking about you sir” “You want my dick boy” “Yes sir” I replied without hesitation. “You want my dick tonight boy” “Yes Sir”, replying with vigor. My vision started to adjust to the limited light of the warehouse room we were in, sometimes being ruined by the brilliant flashes of lightning. Ahead of me was a full length mirror and I could see Toby move over to a column and lower a rope, bringing down a large diamond-shaped framework of iron pipe with short chrome chains anchored midway on each side of the diamond. He forcefully grabbed me from behind and held me as I felt the handcuffs ratchet down on my wrists. Our bodies were sweating from the heat of the top floor of the un-air conditioned building as he asked me if I was ready to continue. “Are you worthy boy? Are you a worthy pretty jock boy” “Yes sir” WHACK came the first smack across my ass. At the same time, the room flashed and crashed with lightning and thunder. I steeled myself, feeling the sting on my hard glutes, feeling my glutes get hot from the sting, feeling my cock stir. “Are you a worthy jock boy Chad?” he asked again. “YES SIR” WHACK! WHACK! Came more sharp smacks across my ass. My ass was now on fire and I was defenseless as I felt a tear start to well up in my eye, my glutes waiting for the sting to turn from sharp pain to a warming glow. “Are you worthy jock boy Chad?” he asked a third time “No Sir” was my new answer. I steeled myself, waiting for the next whack but it never came. Instead, he moved me closer to the frame and I complied, my wrists still cuffed behind me. In the mirror, I could faintly see him get out leather straps and felt him begin to bind them over my forearms. After removing the cuffs, he used a padlock to secure each wrist to the upper chains on the diamond-shaped frame. He stood up and walked around, admiring me firmly anchored to the frame. The pretty jock boy in the old dirty warehouse chained up for Toby’s pleasure. “You get laid a lot pretty jock boy” he asked. “Yes sir, pretty much sir” was my answer “You like getting fucked boy” “Yes sir” “You want me to fuck you tonight” “Yes sir” Next I felt him close to me, behind me, his strong hands on my back near the top of my shirt, gently touching my body, feeling the smoothness of my swimmer’s build. I felt the tight-fitting tank top get tighter across my body as he grabbed it in his hands and heard it rip in one long tear, the ribbons of the shirt brushing against me as they fell to the warehouse floor. His hands returned to my shoulders, but now with the slick feeling of a massaging oil, an oil with an invigorating sensation, producing a mildly warming sensation as he began to work his strong hands across my shoulders and down my back. I melted with his touch, not certain of what was next, but wanting more of this, the power of his magic oil tingling me as he worked it in to my smooth skin. He stopped and stood in front of me, removing his beautiful leather coat, holding it up to my nose for me to smell. His arms were screaming to rip out of his tight T-shirt as he flexed in front of me, the hair on his arms beaded with tiny drops of sweat. “Lick it boy, lick my arms. Lick my hairy sweaty arms” “Yes Sir” I said as I complied. He held his arm just far enough from my face that I had to force my neck forward to reach with my tongue, to taste him for the first time, to work my tongue over each drop of his sweat, moving towards the aroma of his arm pit. I kept licking as far as I could reach, as far as he would let me reach, my tongue moving in sweeping circles to get it all. When his left arm was done, he moved away and removed the T-shirt and pressed his right arm in front of me where I performed the same ritual, and was allowed to lick the sweat and grime around wear his collar had been. My tongue was tiring from the same repeated motion. I wanted to keep pleasing him as best as I could but my tongue was not able to continue. He stepped away from me and looked at me. “Did you like that boy, did you like licking my sweat” “Yes sir, I wish I could serve you more, to make myself worthy of your cock” “Is that what you desire boy” “Yes sir, I want to be worthy of your cock inside of me” More thunder as the first wave hit me. I’m not sure what happened, a flash of lightning and then intense heat on my back, cooling rapidly. I sensed a dripping and then more and I couldn’t see Toby in the mirror any longer. Soon, there was another splash, not as big as the first, and then more. I felt something on my back, something I never felt before, something hot, then cooling and caking. I felt it trickling over my shoulders and down my front on the next wave. Clear liquid going down my front and my back, hardening seconds after. I felt it getting heavy, caking on my smooth jock body, building up in a thick layer, starting on my shoulders and cascading down my back or my pecs, depending on which way Toby made it flow. My cock strained inside my pants as I realized that Toby was drizzling hot wax up and down my body. Soon, my pecs were completely covered. My arms were still chained over my head as I felt more leather wrapping around my ankles and heard the distinctive sound of the padlocks securing me to the bottom of the pipe frame. I was now completely bound, my legs spread apart for Toby’s use and anxious to satisfy him more. I felt Toby grab hold of my nylon windpants and yank them down , ripping them off of me to completely expose my wax-covered upper torso and now my ass. I shuddered again at his new release of carnal force, feeling it exercised through his strong hands. He paused and looked at me again, walking around me, looking at my crotch. “What are you wearing here boy” “My Speedo’s sir” “Why boy?” “They make me feel sexy, I feel like a sexy swim jock when they are around me, like my wind pants. I like the smooth silky feeling of nylon jock gear against my smooth jock body. I know it turns on some men to be see me dressed like this. I know it makes them want me. Sir. I hope it makes you want me Sir. I want you Sir.” I felt him stand behind me, I felt his hands caress me, felt them moving from my shoulders, down over my wax-covered parts, pausing at my nipples. I felt a new sensation on my nipples, little clamps grabbing on my erect nipples. I watched him turn the little thumbscrews, making them tighter on my hard nipples. With the new sensation on my nipples and feeling Toby embracing me from behind, I could feel tiny drips of pre-cum begin oozing from my big hard cock, confined inside of my Speedo’s. Feeling Toby behind me intensifies my urge to serve him as I feel his bare hairy chest on my smooth wax-covered back as I let him take whatever measures he feels necessary to make me worthy and to pleasure himself. I close my eyes and just let him tighten the clamps down and I feel the pull on the chain between them as he adds the weights to maintain constant tension on them. Gently, as he finishes working on my nipples, I feel him pause and gently kiss the base of my neck. Then his tongue licks gently, sending chills down my back. His hands continuing to caress my athletic features, feeling the contours of my biceps and triceps, not nearly as large as his, but as elegant. He massages my arms and legs, helping the circulation continue as I remain motionless, bound to his special frame. I feel at ease as his hands move down to my glutes, still hidden in my Speedo’s. He inserts his fingers into the waistband and touches the bare flesh, and then quickly pulling them out. Another whack on my ass, this one more intense. Like before, the intensity shifts from sudden pain to warming pleasure Then another whack with the same warming feeling. His hands move to the tight nylon fabric covering my ass and he grabs hold of it, pulling it, until it begins to strain and tear, exposing my ass to him. “You want more of this boy or do you want to stop?” asks Toby “More please Sir, I want to be worthy of you Sir. I will do whatever it takes to be worthy of your manhood Master Toby Sir.” “Very well boy” I felt his strong fingers, thick with lubricant begin to work their way up and down my crack, pausing and pushing on my butt hole. I relaxed my butt, I wanted to feel Toby in my butt so bad. His finger slid right in, greasing the way and beginning to thrust in and out. It was the beginning of what I hoped would be a long butt banging session. I had by now stopped trying to follow his every move in the mirror and just let him play with my hole, sometimes with just one finger, sometimes with more, and more lube too. I shuddered when I felt something extremely cold on my ass, like ice. Yeah, Toby was working an ice cube up my ass followed by the massage oil, the magic massage oil he used that left my skin warm and wanting more. The two sensations competed with each other as I gyrated my ass in front of Master Toby, hoping he knew I would want more. He knew and he started to lube up a dildo as my ass relaxed for his eventual entry. He stood in front of me stroking the big dildo, getting it greased up, teasing me with it. I steeled myself again, I knew it would hurt some going in but Toby just put the head of it right at my hole, and ever so gently let me work my ass down on it until just the head entered. I gasped when I felt the head go past my tight, tight sphincter muscle and then could feel him slowly, steadily pushing it in until it was buried to the base. I waited for what was next. “You like that boy? You like that up your ass boy? You want more up your ass boy” “Yes sir” I could barely eke out, “anything to make me worthy for you sir” He got up and walked around and stood in front of me, still clad in his boots and leather pants. I finally noticed how big his hard-on was inside of the leather jeans. Something made it look bigger than humanly possible, maybe just he intensity of the situation. There was something going on down there and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it once I noticed. “You like looking at my cock boy” “Yes Sir” “You like sucking cock boy” “YES SIR” “You want to suck my cock boy” “YES SIR. He pushed a box with a series of steps in front of me and walked up the steps, his leather-clad crotch directly in my face. I leaned forward from my confined position and began licking the leather contours of his cock, savoring the taste of leather and sweat. I wanted so bad to have his dick in my mouth, to feel it reaching into the back of my throat. Toby reached down and undid the snap and zipper of his pants, revealing his cock, his hairy cock, letting it out in all of its glory. He pushed the pants down and I stared at the dick in front of me, pausing to marvel at it before taking a deep breath and opening my mouth to let it go in. His clear pre-cum was the first taste I savored from his meat as he began to fuck my face, the coarse hair around it brushing against my smooth face. My mind was spinning, thinking about all he had done for me and this was all I could do for him. I remember how he caressed me, put the dildo in me, waxed me, clamped my nipples, each sensation being more intense than the one before. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and began slapping my face with it. Teasing my mouth, that I kept open , hoping he would let it back in for me to pleasure him. I looked up at him, looking at his big hairy pecs and the ridges of his washboard abs as his cock oozed another drop of his pre-cum. I was no longer scared, I just had to have him completely now. All I wanted was to please him so bad, at any cost now. He stepped off the box, and picked up the handcuffs I wore earlier. He finished removing my Speedo’s, letting them fall on the ground with my other clothes and locked the handcuffs around my cock and shaved balls like a giant cock ring. My cock was straining to cum, as he moved behind me and jiggled the dildo that was still up my ass, sending a new feeling that my insides had never experienced. He kept jiggling that dildo, tapping it on the base, using it as an extension to touch my insides like they have never been touched before. In front of me, he laid out his biker coat, with the back of the coat facing up to me. He removed the dildo from my ass. “Chad-boy, you have pleased me greatly, you have made yourself worthy of my cock. Would you like to be pleasured by me?” “Yes Sir” “How would you like to be pleasured Chad-boy” “Fuck me till I cum” “Is that what you really want boy” “Yes Sir, if that would please you sir” I felt his hands on my shoulders as I my hole felt the head of his dick. I gasped as the cock slipped right in to me. The thrusting was instant. I couldn’t move from my position, but he pushed me down on the step box that was still in front of me. I braced myself on the box as his onslaught began, a butt banging like I’ve never felt before. My body is sweating more than ever, from the heat of the room, from the wax caked on my jock body, I continue to sweat just thinking about the intensity of how Toby is fucking me. The raging storm outside seems to have a renewed energy, with more fingers of lightning flashing with each of Toby’s fuck thrusts. The intensity of the situation is inundating, what little control I have is lost, I am ready to let go and submit to Toby’s desires. I feel my knees weaken and the start of my orgasm as my quads tense up. Further up inside of me, my insides begin to tighten up with Toby’s continued assault on my ass. “You ready to cum Boy?” “Yes Sir” I pant as I feel his hands on my shoulders, forcing my ass further down his shaft. “I want to feel your insides grip my dick when you cum” “YES SIR” My orgasm is imminent. I’m ready as a huge flash of lightning blinds the room. I let go. My cum flies out my dick with a force I’ve never experienced. My cock shoots an immense load onto the black leather coat on the floor in front of me as Toby continues to drill my ass like a jackhammer. I hold on to the frame that’s been holding me up as my body heaves everything into this orgasm. Toby comes around and picks up the black leather coat, my white cum dripping on it. He holds the coat up to my face. I smell the coat, the leather, I smell Toby, I force my tongue out and begin to eat my own jism, lapping it up. Toby drops the coat and takes his massive cock and begins stroking it for me, taking a dildo and lubing it up. He puts the dildo on the ground and lowers himself on it, his face inches from my cock. He starts riding the dildo up and down, stroking his dick and finally leaning forward to suck my still hard cock. He sucks me, he sucks me more and the feeling of orgasm begins to surge through me again. I feel my cock ready to pulse out another load of jism, this one into Toby’s mouth as Toby strokes his own more furiously. My cum jets into his mouth and he spits it into his hand, and begins to stroke his big dick, using my cum that he milked out of my dick with his mouth to lubricate himself. Toby stands up, climbs up on the step box until his dick is right over my face. I look upwards as the first drops of Toby’s orgasm begins their journey onto my face, some hitting my cheek, my nose, but most of it, dripping into my mouth. Toby milks every last drop from his dick, capturing all of it on his finger tip and placing the residual cum on my lips that I savor. I look up at him as he steps down. Slowly, he begins to unshackle me. I want to touch him but he pushes me away. He tells me to relax as he finishes releasing me from my bonds. I watch him, admiring his body, committing what parts I was permitted to see to my permanent memory. The diamond frame goes back up in the rafters as Toby hoists the rope. A gentle steady rain remains falling as I gaze at Toby. I sit down next to the step box, waiting for Toby to return, but sleep overcomes me before he returns to my side. I don’t wake till dawn, a strange silence and loneliness falling over me. The room has been cleaned up, no signs of what happened the night before. I’m naked except for the wax still caked on me, looking for clothes to wear, something to cover me. Near the door is a chest of drawers that I move towards finding a note on top from Toby. Dear Chad… You were so hot, you pleased me so greatly, I’m glad we could hook up finally. In the chest here you will find some clothes to wear and money for a taxi. I have to find a new gym now, please don’t try to find me again. Once with you was wonderful. Toby