Gay Erotic Stories

When I returned to the warehouse, it was clear that my hot captive cop, Officer Buttano, had been exerting himself trying to loosen his bonds to no avail. He now watched from his prone position chained to the mattress while I stripped out of my clothes, revealing my hard little 4 ½ - inch cock. My cock tends to curve in a little like a banana when I am extremely horny. There it was, the head firmly imbedded in my navel. To make sure Dean got the picture I smiled and winked at him and pushed my dick down with my thumb a few times, letting it spring back with a "thwack" against my stomach. I think Dean had no remaining questions about what I had planned. He began to yell for help. Obviously being fucked by a short skinny fag punk had not been in his plans for this evening. But the warehouse was soundproof and besides there was nothing but drunks and bums for blocks around in this neighborhood. My rundown apartment house was the closest residential building but it was three blocks away. I looked at Dean's cock and balls. Even in his current panicky state, he couldn't hide the fact that these jewels were large, rare beauties. I licked my finger and swirled it inside between the foreskin and cock head, while Dean craned his neck to see what I was doing. "Hey man, don't touch my cock!" he protested. My exploring finger tickled him a little and his penis involuntarily contracted back down into the foreskin. His balls tightened into a large round ball. The genitals were so sensitive they wriggled as if they had a life of their own. I had to taste them! My tongue soon replaced my finger inside the foreskin, exploring the most sensitive areas. This caused my cop's furry nut sack to tighten further into a wrinkled smaller ball. I used my mouth to suck the tasty nuts one at a time down out of their hiding place. Dean tried to squirm away from my exploring mouth and tongue. "Dude, I'm not a fag. Don't be messing with me like this." But once he realized he couldn't escape his first blowjob from a man, he lay still and gritted his teeth. He never got more than a little hard (thanks to great will power), but I sure did. I couldn't wait to see that thick love tool in its full, hard glory. And I wanted my little cock to be the first one that this straight stud tasted! I opened my sex toys box and extracted a battery-powered clippers and razor. A good haircut and shave would get rid of that curly black hair. First I started the clippers and clipped off all of Dean's dense crotch hair from navel to the base of his cock. The dry razor soon removed the stubble, making his pubic area smooth and hairless as a baby's bottom. Now I maneuvered my hips around to his head so my new play toy could suck my cock. At first he resisted, but a little biting and nibbling on his hairy nut sack was all the convincing he needed. He felt my sharp teeth and didn't want to lose any of his superb equipment. He choked on my little dick at first, but eventually got used to the feeling of a foreign object in his big mouth. It wasn't the best blowjob I ever had. But I had never been so excited as I was face fucking this hot macho straight stud. I guess he figured if he could get me off with a blowjob, I wouldn't fuck him. He started to suck and lick my cock and balls in a way that made me moan and grunt with pleasure. His short mustache tickled my balls. The two of us 69-ed for a long while, filling the warehouse with the sounds of sucking and slurping. Dean's stubborn cock started responding to my persistent tongue. As it was his first time, I wanted him to get the full effect. Finally, I straddled his chest and held his head tight against my pubic bone as I blew my wad deep in the back of his mouth down his throat. I told him he should be grateful that my cock wasn't long enough to slide much of the way down his throat. As I came, I popped a couple of Viagra pills in my captive cop's mouth and one in my own. Poor Dean was so busy trying not to choke on my load that I don't think he even noticed. His huge Adam's apple bobbed up and down his thick neck as he coughed and gagged, ultimately swallowing every drop of my salty wad. While he was still hacking and coughing to choke up my semen, I swiftly un-clipped the end of the short chains holding Dean's legs to the floor. I pulled his ankles up, clipping the chains to solid steel hooks imbedded in the cement wall on either side of his head. Dean's legs were then secured and spread wide, fully exposing his hairy little male hole. It happened so fast he hardly had time to struggle. But now he yelled and thrashed mightily knowing that with all his strength he was powerless in this position to prevent any use I wanted to make of his straight ass. After he tired out, Dean lay puffing while I carefully clipped and dry-shaved the large cock and sweaty balls. Dean grimaced and moaned as I rolled his big slippery nuts around in my hand again and again to reveal any stray hairs. I stood back and admired my shaved captive. I left the ass crack and hole covered in curly black hair for now. Dean remained motionless for his shaving, fearing a slip of the razor. But he continued his yelling. I couldn't resist playing with Dean's muscular jock ass. I noticed that the sphincter squeezed the hole tightly into a small letter "s". Before the night was over, I planned to turn that "s" into a large capital letter "O". I massaged the little opening with a baby-oiled finger and noted that this got Dean's cock hardening. "Hey man, don't touch me there. That hole is exit only." Dean had probably never let anyone touch his asshole before and was learning that it was one of his most erogenous zones. Soon the huge hairless member was rock hard and arching up over his thick hairy pec plates aiming toward his face. I wanted to get an accurate measurement of Dean's "pussy buster" cock. I had decided that the best measure of a man's cock was from the inside. From my bag I extracted a smooth thin stick that was notched like a ruler. I lubed this thoroughly with baby oil and slowly inserted it into Dean's rod. "Hey guy, what the hell is that thing! Get it out of my cock!" Dean's muscles strained against the bonds. The stick slid inexorably down the inside of his long hard penis until it met resistance at the bottom. I'm sure this didn't really hurt Dean. It was just a totally new and strange feeling having something inserted into his precious pork stick. I pronounced it at 9 ½ inches for the video camera. I noticed that, as Dean relaxed into this doubled over position, his hard cock might actually be long enough to reach his mouth. I got an idea. "Have you ever sucked your own cock before officer? Ever tasted your own cum?" Dean chose not to respond to these undignified questions. I guessed that, like all guys, he had tried but couldn't quite make it reach without some help. He had the long torso for it. I was going to make his dream come true! After an hour or so of massaging his ass muscles and gradually tightening the chains that bound his feet to the wall, I was able to get Dean's cock to brush his tightly clenched lips. "Now stick out your tongue and say AHHH." With a squeeze of his hairless balls, Dean was soon convinced. After a while, I had him slurping and sucking on the head of his own penis! I made sure he tasted and swallowed his own thick burps of pre-cum. Man, the sight of this stud lapping away at his own cock made me rock hard again. Now Dean had tasted two penises tonight. His cock continued to harden and lengthen and his nuts swelled. I could tell Dean liked the feeling of sucking his own cock more than he liked being sucked. I was sure he was on the verge of orgasm several times. However, I told him that he couldn't cum without my permission (which I never gave). After a period of sucking more and more length of his own cock, Dean was sex-charged and ready to be fucked. I stopped rubbing the tight little entry point. I used a few drops of baby oil on my cock, just enough to sensitize it and gain first entry, but not enough to lubricate his virgin "exit only" cop hole. At first the unyielding little "s" wouldn't open for my rock hard cock. But with a little pushing and spreading his legs wider, I was able to drive it suddenly down deep inside. Boy, did he squeal! My little cock was obviously the largest object he ever had up his ass. "Yow-w-w-w-w! Hey man, get that thing out of me-e-e-e! I told you I'm not a fag. Don't stick that thing in me." Dean's cock and balls shrunk back into a tight protective mound. I don't think it was really painful for him, just humiliating. I fucked him hard and fast the first time, making him watch his own hole being reamed with his legs spread wide, feet secured back on either side of his head. My hard impaling cock drove his ass upward and his whole body forward with each thrust. Dean panted and sweated while I suffocated him with French kisses. My cock sunk deeply into his hole as my tongue explored his mouth. The feeling of power I had from fucking this macho hunk made me blow a huge load up his ass after only a few minutes. After resting awhile, I turned Dean over and chained him on his stomach with legs spread very wide. For the next hour, I fucked his macho hairy ass slow and smooth. After a while, I noticed his hard cock poking out beside his stomach. I had found the right friction against his prostate to make his own 9-½ -inch cock rigid. I reached under him and pulled the turgid penis straight down between his legs. This made Dean wince and groan as the hard cock strained painfully in this awkward position against the mattress. I oiled his joint up and let it rub sensuously in my hand while I laid pipe up his macho cop ass. Occasionally, I would pull out and rub our slick cocks together, my smaller 21 year old dick against his long thick 32 year old man's penis. It was so hot feeling my dick, a full five inches shorter than his, rubbing against the smooth ridged veiny surface of his hard tool. After a little of this rubbing between penetrations, Dean began to moan softly and his cock burped a steady flow of pre-cum. Dean's cock throbbed red and purple and his nuts were a hard red throbbing ball. I oiled his tight ball sack and played with it until the big nuts withdrew up into his pelvic cavity, leaving only a tight wrinkled empty knot. A part of him was obviously enjoying this combination of prostate and cock stimulation, even if he was straight as an arrow. But it was clear he was fighting it, refusing to cum like a fag with another man's cock up his ass. Dean had stopped complaining and made no sound except for the occasional moan or grunt, choosing to endure his most humiliating experience in silence. Finally my body shuddered and I let out a loud grunt as I arched my back to squirt a second load of cum deep up Dean's ass. Panting to catch my breath, I slowly extracted my cum-slickened member from his well-used hunk hole. I then flipped Dean on his back and again manacled his ankles behind his head. "I need to mark you as my property now, cop," I told the exhausted stud. I now clipped and dry-shaved the ass and man crack from below the hair tuft at the base of his spine to his already shaved balls. I extracted my tattooing gun from my bag of toys. In a semi-circular pattern around his now well-stretched hole I tattooed the words "THE STALKER" in tiny purple lettering. Without any anesthesia, this was a long process for Dean but the stinging tattoo needle caused his cock to remain rock hard throughout the procedure. To take his mind off the ache I shoved his hard rod back into his mouth for him to suck as a sort of pacifier. I figured that no one would ever see this spot particularly once the dense ass hair grew back. Dean would probably be too embarrassed to try to have the tattoo removed. I told him that I had used particularly strong ink imbedding it deep down to the muscle so it couldn't be removed without surgery. I informed Dean of this fact as I worked, making sure he knew trying to remove it would be useless. That tattoo would be with Dean for life. I guessed he would only later discover what I had written after pulling his big nuts out of the way to examine his abused asshole in a mirror. How would he explain his hairlessness and the tattoo to his girlfriend? My guess was he would stay away from her until the hair grew back. He would probably have to content himself with jerking off for a while. Finally, I let Dean loose. He stood up rubbing his wrists and sock covered ankles. His wrists were slightly red from his struggling, but he was otherwise unharmed. His excited red genitals looked naked and boyish with the hair removed as he rubbed the underside of his blue balls to massage out some of the burning pain left by the tattoo gun. I handed him a water bottle and he gulped down the whole thing. To be continued . . .