Gay Erotic Stories

We were supposed to go canoeing...at least that's what he told me when he picked me up that morning. Eric was a stud. Every time I saw him, my heart melted. I just loved being in his presence. When he asked me to go canoeing, I jumped at the chance. Little did I know that canoeing was only the beginning of the adventure. An hour into the canoe trip, Eric asked me if I would like to pull off to the shore for awhile. "Sure," I said. I figured a little outdoor adventure was in order. We pulled the canoe to the shore, and went in about 20 yards, far enough away that we weren't real visible, but close enough to the river, that if someone really wanted to see something they could. Eric told me to strip, which I readily did. Out of his back pack he pulled three lengths of rope (obviously he had planned this adventure long before he picked me up). He tied my hands together, and then tied my hands over my head to the tree branch that was directly above me. Taking a second length of rope, he tied my nuts real tight and then tied them off to the tree root that was located beneath my feet. Taking the third length of rope, he tied it around my cock head and then tied the other end around the trunk of the tree. I was so excited, I began to dribble pre-cum. Eric looked at me and said, "boy, you better not cum, the fun is just beginning." With that he picked up a tree branch, and began to whack my ass with it. The whacks were pretty light, so I foolishly said, "what, can't you put any muscle into it." Wrong move on my part. With that he began to smack my ass for all that it was worth. Tears soon swelled in my eyes, and I begged him to stop. He just smiled at me and said, "you asked for this, so take it like a man." With each new smack, I tried to position my ass so that it hit a different spot. All this resulted in was additional stress being placed on my trussed up cock and balls. Tiring of this activity, Eric dropped the tree limb, walked up behind me, spit on his cock, and then shoved his full 8" up my ass in one push. The howl I let out surely woke the dead. I'm certain the canoers on the river wondered what kind of animal made such a strange noise. Without mercy, Eric plowed my ass, reaching in front of me as he did to twist and pull on my nipples. After 15 minutes of this torture, Eric finally let loose in my ass and pulled away from my body. What next, I wondered. Eric told me he was going to take a stroll, and would be back when he felt good and ready. I asked, "you mean you are going to leave me tied up here?" He responded, "you better believe it, and you can't do anything about it, so you might as well stop your bellyaching." However, before he got dressed, he told me he had to pee, and with that he hosed me down with his golden discharge. When he finished, he got dressed, and left me hanging there, with piss dripping from my body. I knew I trusted Eric, and that he really wouldn't harm me in any serious way, but I was also a bit nervous about being left alone. What if someone stumbled upon me while he was gone. What if he lost his way and couldn't find his way back. These images and more danced through my head. When he finally returned, I was still hard and had oozed a serious amount of pre-cum. "Miss me," he asked. "Yes," I said. He told me he had only been gone 15 minutes. It felt much longer than that. When he noticed the amount of pre-cum that had collected, he scooped some of it up and shoved it into my mouth. Normally, I love the taste of my cum, but this was mixed with dirt (and who knows what else), and, well, it just didn't taste like what I was used to eating. Eric said it was time to think about heading home. He cut me down, although he left my hands tied, and told me to get dressed, but to not put my cock away. He wanted it to hang out the front of my pants. Panic set in and I asked why. He responded that he wanted others to see what a "pretty cock I had." Mortified, I got dressed, but left my cock hanging out of my pants. When we got back to the canoe, I climbed into the front. With my hands tied, I couldn't do a lot of paddling. So I spent most of my time looking for other canoers, hoping they didn't see me in the exposed state. When we finally got to the landing where we were to turn the canoe in, Eric purposefully tipped the canoe, and I fell out. Naturally, my pants slipped down to my ankles, and here I was trying to pull myself out of the river while trying to pull my pants back on. The guys, all of them hunks, just starred at me, either is total disbelief and secretly wishing they were part of this truly kinky scene. When we got to our car, Eric told me to take off my clothes. "They're wet," he said. "I'm not going to let you spoil my brand new car." I took off my clothes, and having no other clothes to wear (or a towel to wrap around my body) climbed naked into the front seat of the car. As we drove down the road, Eric continued to fondle my cock. I was ready to blow, 30 seconds after he began to play with me. He told me I could only cum when he said it was ok. I told him, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. With that, he pulled up alongside a truck, and as the truck driver looked out his window and into the passenger seat of Eric's car, Eric told me, "Cum." With that I shot a load all over the dashboard of Eric's car. The truck driver kept pace with us the entire time and just smiled when he finished unloading. Eric chastised me for dirtying his car and told me to clean it up. As I began to search for a rag, he said, "no dip-shit, I want you to clean it up with your mouth." As we rode in silence, I liked Eric's dashboard clean of my recent discharge. The rest of the ride home was uneventful...until we got home, that was. Parking on the street, Eric climbed out of the car and said, "ok, boy, your last task is to get from the car to the house without arousing to much ire on the part of the neighbors." Up to this point, anyone who had seen me in my "bound" state was a stranger and the likelihood that I would ever see them again was rather slim. Here, now, I was confronted with the possibility of neighbors, who I might see every day, seeing me in my naked state. On the count of three, I got out of the car and made the mad dash for the house. Did a neighbor see me. I don't know. Nobody ever said anything. But ever since that day, they have treated me differently.