Gay Erotic Stories

Jason rapped on the door once again, this time louder. He peered through the open window. There was Rick, passed out on the couch. He banged on the window; Rick stirred, and buried his head in a sofa pillow. The only redeeming factor was that Jason got to see his helper nude. His references hadn’t been the best and something told Jason he may not be the most dedicated employee, but his looks overpowered his reason. Jason remembered the fateful day well. He was on the verge of saying no when the 24 year old stood and told him he would do anything, anything, if only he got the job. Something about the manner in which the buffed young man in a painted on T-shirt and torn jeans said it told Jason he meant it, and that anything included sex. When Jason said he had to think it over, he stood and escorted Rick to the door. Rick stood just a little too close, ran his hand over his powerful chest and stuffed his hands into his pocket, exaggerating the already prominent bulge in his pants. "Anything," he reminded Jason, "I really need this job." Professionalism kept Jason from throwing him on the desk then and there. He knew he would never fuck him, but having the hunk around to look at wasn’t a bad idea. So he hired him. Jason tried the door. It was open. He stepped in and sat down beside Rick, shaking him on the shoulder. He murmured and pulled the pillow back over his head. He was about to shake him again but paused to take in the sight. Rick was before him on the couch in only a pair of bikini briefs. He was beautiful and, while late for work, this was the most of Rick he was ever likely to see. Rick had shoulder length black hair, broad shoulders and a narrow waist and hips. His ass was one of the bubble butts advertised as desirable and his muscular legs were covered with fine black hair. This time Jason reached around his abdomen and pulled him over to his side while shaking him. Rick stirred again, opened his eyes and said, "Hi boss." He closed them, ran his hand down his stomach and under the band of his underwear. Jason’s eyes followed. That was one big ass cock down there. At least 8 inches, maybe more. "Come on Rick," Jason implored. "Let’s go." "Sure boss," Rick said and pulled Jason down to him with his arm. "Just lie here a moment." Jason didn’t immediately pull back. He was lying directly on top of Rick and it felt fine. Rick ran his hand down his boss’s back and let it rest on his ass. "Just stay here a moment." Jason pushed back, allowing his hand to run down Rick's chest and to a resting point on top of his bikini underwear. Rick pushed forward, shoving his man meat firmly against Jason’s hand. "Just stay here a minute," Rick said groggily. Jason got up and turned on the shower. He pulled Rick to it and shoved him under the water watching as the liquid turned the skimpy underwear translucent. He supported his helper with his hands until he could tell the water had sufficiently woken him up and went to wait in the other room. In a few moments, Rick emerged dressed in a T-shirt cut off at the midriff and a pair of threadbare painted on jeans. He apologized and they were off to Jason’s van and the job. A steep flight of stairs led to the job and Jason had Rick lead the way. As Rick struggled to pull the buffer up each step, Jason watched with appreciation how each muscle in his leg was defined and working. He also wondered just how long it would be before the final threads covering his bulging cock and ass gave way. Rick didn’t seem to be wearing underwear any more and the skin tone of his cock was visible in places through the worn material. Jason cleaned carpets while Rick buffed the floors alongside. The tasks were so chosen so that Jason could watch his helper’s ass muscles flex with each change in direction. He should have taken more advantage of the situation this morning when Rick had him pressed against him. Rick wanted it, Jason knew. He just couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just the grogginess Rick put on. He called him over to help move furniture. While lifting it, the material in Rick’s seat gave way with a distinct rip. He inspected the damage with his hand and said, "Oh shit, boss. I need to go home and change." "No you don’t. It took too long to get you here," Jason said. He looked at Rick's fully exposed ass cheek and continued, "There is no one here but us." "Right," Rick said and shucked his shirt. They returned to work and Jason’s eyes remained riveted on the exposed ass. Pity the whole pair of pants doesn’t just disintegrate, he thought. Luck was with him. He approached Rick to say something and the stud caught the handle of the buffer in the loose threads of his pants. The machine pulled away before stopping and ripped the front of his jeans from the waistband halfway down the leg. "Shit." He said. "Now I’ve got to change." "Why? You still have on more than you did this morning." That was true, but now his 9 inch cock was completely exposed. Jason couldn’t take it. He wanted to press Rick to see just how much anything meant. "You could work nude for all I care. We just have to get the job done." Jason didn’t expect what came next. Rick dropped his jeans and resumed his position, naked, behind the floor machine. "Hey, I didn’t mean you had to strip," Jason said. "Yeah. But it’s more fun this way," Rick said with a naughty look. And so the job was done, with Rick baring all and Jason watching. Rick dressed to leave but there was no covering what he had. He drew a long stare from a middle-aged man on the way down the stairs with the equipment. In the van he said, "You would think some people had never seen a cock." "Not one like yours, they haven't." Rick turned, pulled one leg up onto the seat and faced Jason for the duration of the drive. There was no effort to hide his monstrous cock. Jason pulled up in front of Rick’s house and told him he would see him tomorrow. "Come on up and have a coupe beers," Rick invited. Jason declined. He knew that inside with Rick and a couple of beers he would lose all control. "No. I lose control when I drink." "I would hope so," Rick said. "Come on up. You get too plastered and you can crash here." That wasn’t exactly what Jason feared. But he accepted and followed Rick up the steps to the entrance of the beachfront apartment. He followed Rick to the kitchen and Rick poured a couple shots of tequila and pulled a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. He clicked his glass to Jason’s and said, "Here’s to getting to know good friends in new ways." Jason repeated the toast, wondering exactly what Rick meant, but not asking. Rick refilled the glasses and proposed another toast, "To new experiences." Again, Jason wondered what he meant, but said nothing. Rick refilled the glasses on last time and they retired to the living room. Jason sat on the edge of the sofa. Rick stood before him and said, "Damn, I don’t believe you let me work all day in these ripped pants." "I didn’t." "Oh yeah," Rick said. "You let me work all day like this." He dropped the torn jeans and peeled off the shirt and stood directly in Jason’s view. Then he sat beside him. "Aren’t you going to change?" Jason asked. "Why," Rick asked, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and pulling his legs up into a cross legged position. "You’ve already seen it and it’s a lot more comfortable like this." "For you maybe." Rick held up his glass, "To getting to know old friends in new ways." "Sure," Jason said and they downed their drinks. "You want to fuck me, don’t you," Rick asked. Jason pulled back. "I never said that." "You don’t have to. I could tell it from the day I walked into your office." Rick tossed his hair back. "Lot’s of men want to fuck me. You’re one of the few I’d let do it." Rick scooted closer to Jason and began unfastening the buttons on his shirt. He pushed it back off of his shoulders and down his arms. He unfastened his belt and the buttons of his jeans, then pulled his hand away to stroke Jason’s chest. Jason pulled Rick to him and kissed him deeply. His hands explored the naked body, fingered his ass and stroked the soft cock until it was a raging 10-inch hard on. "This is a bit more than I can handle," Jason said. "You’ll learn," Rick replied. He pulled Jason to his feet and pushed his pants down and freed Jason’s hard dick from his underwear. "Finally, a cock worthy of sucking," Rick said licking the eight inch hard on. After a moment of sucking, he stood and led Jason by the shoulder to the bedroom. Surprisingly he draped a sheet over Jason’s shoulder and fastened the edges with a buckle. "What are you doing," Jason asked. "You are my Roman master and I am your servant. It’s a fantasy. You don’t mind do you?" "Nope." "Tell me what you desire and I shall fulfill it," Rick said kneeling before him. "My wish is for you to use me to fulfill your any sexual pleasure. Use me, make me your slave for the night." "Dangerous wish, my master. But obeyed." With that he forced Jason to the bed and mounted him. He kissed him on the lips and bit his nipples hard, then working his way down his chest to his throbbing cock. He licked it, and then slid his hot mouth down the length of the shaft. Jason quivered and then felt Rick’s other hand greasing up his asshole. A moment later a dildo was rammed in hard. Rick pumped the dildo in his ass while sucking his cock. He flipped into a 69 position and straddled Jason’s face. Jason licked his balls and when Rick pulled back, he inserted the monster cock into his mouth. Rick shoved the dildo into Jason ass again, up to the base and left it there. He pulled Jason up to his knees and stood before him, pulling his face forward over his cock, pushing it in until Jason gagged, repeating the motion over and over. Without warning he flipped Jason face forward onto the bed, yanked arms to the headboard and cuffed them to the posts. He spread his legs, tied each ankle to the foot posts, removed the dildo and mounted Jason. "This is going to hurt like hell, but I’m not going to stop," Rick said and plunged his ten inches into Jason’s ass. Jason screamed. Rick drove it in again and intense pain racked Jason’s body. Rick pulled it all the way out. Jason tightened his ass muscles to prevent re-entry and it just made the pain all the more intense. This was an old lesson. Relax and enjoy. Resist and suffer. He wanted Rick, he really did, but no one even close to Rick’s size had ever fucked him before. Desire took over and soon Jason was pushing back to meet the forward thrusts. This pushed Rick to a feverish pitch and he drove it faster and harder, panting, "Baby, I can’t believe you. You are the first to take my cock like a man." Suddenly concerned for his partner as well, he began a new motion. Three short strokes aimed at the prostrate. Then a deep plunge followed by full withdrawal. He knew the insertion was the most intense part and would ease the head against the gates, pushing, withdrawing, and pushing slowly in and then, finally a deep thrust to the base. Jason couldn’t believe the ecstasy. He could swear he was cuming, but that wasn’t possible. He hadn’t touched himself. He couldn’t, he was tied. He stiffened and cried, "Fuck Rick, you are making me cum. Oh god man, I’m cuming, I’m cuming." Gob after gob squirted onto the sheets as Jason moaned and Rick continued to pound his ass. Once he had finished, Rick resumed full deep strokes and soon fell into the throes of his own orgasm. Like Jason, he was a loud moaner. "Damn," he cried. "Fuck!. You have the best ass I have ever fucked. Ooohhh, fuck man, Fuck fuck fuuuccckkk." Jason felt the hot cum squirt inside him, load after load. Rick didn’t pull back when he was finished. He laid limp on top Jason while his cock slowly returned to its normal size. When other men did this, their cocks eventually fell out. Rick's cock was so long that it remained, flaccid, inside Jason’s ass. Still inside Jason, he began to caress his chest and said, "Three things boss. One, you are the first man who actually liked my cock inside him. Two, you are the only man I have ever seen cum while being fucked without also getting a hand or blow job." He turned Jason's head and kissed him. "What’s the third," Jason asked, almost afraid of some work related ultimatum. "Third, you give me a good job. I don’t want to jeopardize that. But I want to fuck you again and again. I don’t think the relationship of boss and lover will work, but maybe boss and fuck buddy will." "Huh?" "I mean, at work you are the boss. We can’t be lovers and have you be the boss. You need to be able to yell at me if you want. Even fire me if needed. But even if you fire me, know that you can come over the same night and fuck me if you want. Let’s face it. Everything about our relationship is wrong. We are ten years apart. Society frowns on that. We are both men. Society frowns on that big time. And we are too different. You schmooze with people in high places. I schmooze with the studs on the beach. But I have never felt so sexually compatible with anyone before. I’ve never enjoyed sex so much before and I’m not about to let those differences stop it from happening again." "Nor will I," Jason said. He kissed Rick and asked, "But does that mean I have to look forward to having to wake you up every morning like today?" "Nope. You won’t ever have that problem again. Today was just my way of ensuring you saw what I suspected you wanted and breaking down your resistances." Rick released the cuffs, but he was swelling in Jason’s ass again. He slowly pushed in and withdrew until he was again fully hard. So was Jason and they repeated the act. Work went as it always did. Jason at times sluffed off, Rick pushed him to do more. After work he would drop Rick home as usual. Sometimes he would come in, sometimes not. More and more often he would go in. Each night the routine in bed was varied. He fucked Rick and learned how to make Rick come in the process as well. Lovers they weren’t, but the fuck buddy relationship was consuming more and more of their free time. Sexually, each tried to dominate the other. Neither succeeding, but each enjoying the effort. Once, even, Jason was so turned on by the sight of his sultry friend working with him that he bent him over the counter and fucked him on the spot. "Never again," he said as he finished. But that night was spent at the beach apartment, as were the next and the next. So much time was spent there that Jason wondered why he wasted money on his own apartment. But he had to. More than the social concerns, which mattered little at this point, he knew that if ever allowed to progress from fuck buddies to lovers, the magic would die. The fire would go out.