Gay Erotic Stories

He was at home alone last week. His brothers were out of town at various camps and vacations. His parents work hard all day long. They leave for work early in the morning and don't get back until pretty late in the day. Poor Trevor was at home all alone with no one to play with, talk to, take him places, none of that. So, I decided to take a day off from work and go keep him company. I waited until mid-morning to show up to give his parents enough time to get out of the house. I knocked on the door. No response. I ring the door bell and I hear the dog start barking. Still no one shows up. I was getting ready to knock again when a very groggy Trevor shows up at the door, obviously just woke up from a deep sleep. He opens the door and lets me in.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me. I follow him inside.

"I'm here to keep you company and stuff."

"Oh."

He really is still asleep. So he turns his back on me and walks into the living room. At this point, I reach in my pocket to pull out the cloth I'd soaked in chloroform.

I wrap one arm around his neck, as if to strangle him and use the other to cover his mouth and nose with the cloth. As he begins to wake up, struggle, and wonder what's going on, he is quickly overcome with the sweet smells of the cloth. He goes limp in my arms and I stuff the cloth back in my pocket.

Lucky for me, he was already half-way naked. He usually wonders around the house in his boxers. He only put on shorts to answer the door. So, being the big boy that he his, I can't just heft him, but I try anyway. I manage to pick him up and carry him as I would a baby. I take him back to his room and lay him down on his bed. I go to the front door to make sure it is closed and locked. Then I went back to his room to just look at him. What a beautiful boy. His soft beautiful curls around his sweet chubby face. I caress his face as I rub his soft young body. I undo his shorts and pull them off of his body. I love seeing him in his boxers; blue and white cotton boxers. Nothing fancy about them.

Unable to wait any longer, I pull his boxers down and off of him. There we were: beautiful, naked, mine. I knew I needed to restrain him or all the fun would be over once the chloroform wore off. I pulled the ropes out of my bag and went to work tying up his feet, which didn’t take long since he was unconscious. I started to work on his hands and was almost done when he started to wake up. He was moaning gently as I tied the last knot in the rope. His hands twitched in a way that said he wanted to rub his eyes; when they didn't move, his eyes popped open in a moment of panic. He saw me there and I smiled at him.

"What happened? What's going on? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here to keep you company and... have some fun," I said. With a single finger, I rubbed his chest, his stomach, down to his crotch. His eyes went wide.

"Stop it! What do you think you're doing?!?" He started thrashing his body around to get away from my touch. He only managed to move up against the wall. I grabbed his dick and squeezed it gently. He began to scream for help. I stopped for a moment to get a gag out of my bag. It wouldn't do to have someone interrupt me in the middle of anything and no one would come if they didn't know there was a need. Trevor was there on the bed thinking of what he could do to get away. He jumped off the bed as best as he could and was headed for the door. I grabbed him around his torso and pulled him back into the room and closed the door. Where did he think he was going to go? Anyway, I put him on the ground and shoved the gag in his mouth and tied it off behind his head. There would be a time to yell and scream, but we weren't there yet.

I resumed touching him and grabbed a hold of his dick with one hand and cupped his balls with the other hand. He was screaming, but the gag was doing its job. His face was turning really red and he was trying to get away from me. I squeezed his balls and told him to relax and that it would all be over soon. He stopped for a little bit as I began to stroke his little cock. As if by some magic touch, it started to grow and Trevor was turning red, most likely from embarrassment as well as the anger.

"It's okay. This doesn't mean you're gay or anything." I said as I began to jerk him off. He moaned and his body twitched as the sensations took over his body. He looked at me with hate brewing in his eyes. I stopped jerking him off and looked at him lovingly. I swallowed his erect cock and he threw his head back as this whole new flurry of sensations overwhelmed him.

Underneath the gag, I could hear him moaning more, almost a smile on his face. I could tell he was getting close, so I stopped for moment. His eyes were closed as I began to suck on my middle finger. It was nice and wet with my saliva as he opened my eyes and saw me pulling my finger out of my mouth. I smiled at him as a new look of fear began to materialize in his eyes. With no more warning than that, I shoved my middle finger up his ass. I swallowed his cock again as he began to thrash around to get my finger out of his ass. He pulled back from my mouth only to find my finger going deeper. He pushed forward away from my finger finding himself deeper in my mouth. He began to scream and struggle as never before. How exciting!

I decided I'd let him cum now so he'd have a little less fight in him later. I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go and he thrust as deep as he could in my mouth as I sucked deeply. He screamed as the first gob of his delicious sperm hit the back of my throat. I milked him for all he was worth, enjoying each delicious drop of his sweet boy cum. By the time he was done, I was in a blissful place. He was completely done and exhausted from this ordeal. Thinking it was over; he relaxed and underneath the gag began to smile. Even in his eyes, I could see the smile spreading there. I let his dick out of my mouth as it began to go flaccid. Apparently, he had forgotten about my finger. I wiggled it a little deeper to remind him. I pulled it out and replaced it with two fingers. He screamed as both fingers began to inch their way up his ass. He writhed away from me and turned over to wiggle away from me.

At this point, I pulled my fingers out of his ass. I'd had enough of him trying to escape me so I dragged him over to the bed. With a little bit of a struggle I got him on top of the bed. I pulled out more rope from my bag and tied it to his bed. The other end I wrapped under his arms in kind of a sling. I used another piece of rope to tie one of his feet to the bottom foot of the bed. Then I untied the rope binding his feet to one another. He immediately tried to kick me with his one free foot. Who didn't see that one coming? So I grabbed his foot and lifted it up to rest it on my shoulder. I was going to make it easier for him, but after thinking about it, I had to ask myself why?

I pulled out my own cock, drooling from all this action, and made sure Trevor could see it. He did and he began to try to kick and turn struggling to prevent the imminent invasion. Holding his leg firmly with one hand, I slid my dick down into position and used my free hand to guide it to the hole. I began to push slowly and he tightened up as much as he could. Patience; I kept my dick there, pushing gently, waiting for my opening, so to speak.

For a moment, the tightening muscle relaxed and I pushed with all my might. Trevor screamed as though he had never in his life felt pain until this moment. I had only gotten the head of my cock up his tight little asshole and he was struggling anew, doing everything he could to get me out. Slowly, methodically, I kept feeding my cock up his ass, as far as it would go. Then, I couldn't get anymore in. He was shaking visibly, crying, and tightening up as much as he could.

"Push it out, if you think you can," I taunted him. Stupid. He began to push out, as if he was taking the biggest shit in his life. I let my dick slip out to let him think it was working. Then he looked at me and I smiled. I shoved my cock all the way into his ass. He screamed loudly. I let myself stay there for a moment, to enjoy his scream, the feel of his body against mine, his feeble struggle to evict me. I pulled back slowly and then rammed forcefully back inside of him. He screamed less each time, subsiding to nothing more than occasional winces of pain, sobs, grunts, and moans. He was tight when I started on him, but he wasn't anymore. With the feeling of having conquered him, having taken all traces of innocence from him, I came inside of him. I blasted his insides with my own hot cum over and over again. He could only lie there crying as I pulled my dick out of his bleeding asshole.

I went to the bathroom to get a towel and some toilet paper. His body was shiny with a sheen of sweat from our workout. His asshole was bloody, leaking out cum and shit. I swabbed at his asshole with the toilet paper, showing him the blood. He winced as I continued to wipe the mess away from his asshole and turned his head and continued to cry. I untied his hands and his arms. He was completely naked and loose (in more ways than one).

I thought he would attack me, try to run, or do something. He curled up into a ball, trying to shrink and become as nothing to the world. I grabbed his ankle and pulled him out of the bed. He began to cry and panic as I dragged him to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the tub and made him get in it. I crawled in the tub with him and held him as the warm water covered our bodies.

He continued to cry as I jerked him off again. I love that boys can replenish their supplies so quickly. I caressed his butt with my hands as he cried softly. "No more. Please," he sobbed. He's had enough? I had only been there for thirty minutes, and we still had another twelve hours before his parents got home. I've learned you have to soften up boys before you fist them for the first time. A nice warm bath almost always did the trick.

He just sat there crying, totally unawares of what was going to happen next.