Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: This is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen, or if this turns you off--sign off now. It Happened one Night By Nathan Harvey I had run the advertisement in the Tribune over the weekend and it read simply, ‘Wanted roommate to share expenses of a large lakefront condo located at Lake of the Woods. Included is membership in the weight room, pool and spa. Contact Big Bear at 23-41109 after six o’clock in the evening.” I had wanted to say male but the lady at the paper told me I couldn’t specify white male because that was both sexist and racist and I could be sued. God I though the government is trying to tell me who I can live with as well as who I can sleep with. Now don’t get me wrong, I have sucked enough black cocks in my time--no one would ever call me a racist, but well women that was another matter. My secretary had warned me that I was in for nothing but grief looking for a roommate. When I got home after that advertisement ran, the answering machine was full and it was only five-thirty. As I began to monitor the messages, I was surprised at how many women had called and I was damn glad when I returned their call, most of them said they wanted a place with another woman. A few of them were outraged that I was a man--calling me a sexist pig. Then there were the fagots wanting to know and asking me what I looked like, and how much meat was I packing. Telling them I was studying to become a minister--that seemed to take care of them. Them some of them wanted to know how much the rent would cost, and when I told them they would just hang up. I was beginning to be very sorry now that I’d place that advertisement. I was working down the list when there was a knock on the door. I knew it had to be Mrs. Hoffman from across the way, because we were the only two apartments on this floor and we were in a secure building. I opened the door and she stood there holding the paper with my advertisement, saying she knew it was mine from the phone number, and then asking if I remembered her grandson. The first thing that came to mind was this pimply faced teenager that visited her every summer. Saying he was planning to going to IU extension and wanted to say with her, but she was moving to live with her sister in Florida, she thought it would be just perfect if he could live with me so he could attend the school. Telling her I would think about it and get back to her, she just kept going on saying he would be the perfect roommate because Bonaparte just worshiped the ground I’d walked on for years. God I thought--how could I tell her I wanted a man not a boy, someone I might build a loving relationship with. What the hell did she think I was some pervert? Telling me he was actually here now, she called out to him and he appeared at the front of her doorway. I damn near fainted when I saw him. The young man was tall, and had a fine build, but the most startling thing about him was his face. There stood the most beautiful young man I’d ever seen. He had gorgeous black curly hair and the most beautiful gray eyes, but it that wasn’t enough, he had a face you’d expect to see in an illustration of a Saint in the Bible. Telling him to come over and see the place more, I wanted to a good look at him more than anything else. Mrs. Hoffman said his name was Bonaparte, but everyone called him Max. His mother had been a French history nut when he was alive, hence the unusual name. As she stepped in and looked around, Mrs. Hoffman continued, “All you gay boys seemed to like all that shinny chrome and leather. Personally, I like more classic furnishings”. God I thought, this broad didn’t miss a thing. I had to wonder if she knew I was gay, why was she asking me to let her grandson live here. Giving them both a tour and showing them the spare room I was using as a den, I said I was planning on getting a bed and moving my computer into my bedroom. It was Mrs. Holman that said it was a shame to change the den because both of us could use it and why didn’t we just sleep in the same bedroom, after all we were both gay. Stammering and not knowing what to say, I opened my bedroom door. When she saw the big round bed, she asked how did I ever hang that mirror over the bed. Then looking around at the room, she said it was certainly large enough for two men. As far as they were concerned it was settled. Somehow I was getting the feeling I’d just been hustled by this old girl. Chattering away and pulling out her purse, she said she’d give me the first two months in advance and then Max and I could work something out. Taking the money in defeat, I knew she had me. As soon as I’d seen that young man I wanted to fuck his ass and she damn well knew it. Max had already left to bring over his bags. When we were alone, she drew me aside saying that when poor Max had told his father he was gay, he had disowned him and thrown him out. She knew he’d always had these feelings for me every since he was a little boy--always calling me his ‘bear man’. When he’d told her he was gay, she just knew he’d be everything I wanted in a roommate. He was smart and neat and he loved me. She ended that conversation when Max came in then with his duffle bag. After two more trips he had deposited that and another suitcase in the bedroom and a small computer in the den. God I thought--how much stuff does this kid have. Going to the phone in defeat and recording a new message, all I said was, “Thank you for calling, but the room is now rented.” When Max and I were alone, I helped him carry his things into the bedroom saying we might as well get his stuff put away before supper. I began making room for him in the closet as he began unpacking. Then shifting thing in the dresser drawers, I asked him if four drawers were enough. Moving into the bathroom, I asked if he used an electric or a blade razor. The answer came back blade and I said he could have the second shelf in the medicine chest. Setting out another towel, I realized I now had a new roommate. Coming back into the bedroom, I found him lying sprawled out on the bed, staring up at him in the mirror on the ceiling. He then said, “It must be neat to see yourself in bed getting fucked.” He then rolled over on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. He then added, he was going to love living here. Laughing and plopping down on the bed beside him, I also looked up in the mirror at this beautiful creature laying next me. I joked, “My God, we look like ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Pushing me over on my back and crawling on top of me he said he thought I was beautiful. Now I knew he was being a smart ass. I stood six four and was as some tricks put it—naked, I looked like a gorilla. It was hard enough picking someone up when I was young but now at forty, I usually had to pay for anything decent to sleep with. Wincing at the insult and thinking he was being smart, I said I ought to beat the shit out of him to teach him to respect his elders. Looking at me with those beautiful gray eyes of his, he gave me a dazzling smile saying, “Promise Daddy?” As we were lying there looking up into the mirror, he rolled over putting his arms around me, crawled on top of me, and began dry humping my stomach, yhen asking if I was going to fuck him now of or later tonight. I pushed him off, telling him not to start anything he couldn’t finish or he would be damn sorry. Swinging around and stretching his arms and legs out like he was tied to the bed he said, “Oh please master, beat me--beat me make me your sex slave.” Telling him he was a wise ass and to finish putting his stuff away, I said that I would give him a list of rules if he were going to live here with me. Sliding off the bed to his knees and bowing his head in servitude, he whispered, “Yes Sir”. Then looking up into my eyes he pleaded with me to let him be my slave and serve me. Standing over him, I asked him if he realized what he was asking for. He said he’d been around and knew the score. Thinking I would see how far he wanted to play this game, and rummaging through my toy box, I found a collar and leash. I attached the collar around his neck. Looking down at that beautiful young man, I could hardly believe he was begging to be my slave. If this kid craved the whole ball of wax, I was more than willing to give it to him. Ordering him to strip, he stood up and began peeling off his clothes. Watching as he uncovered that beautiful young body of his, I began getting excited. Pulling him naked into the bathroom, I had him get in the shower as I began undressing. Telling him if he was going to be my slave boy, I was going to shave his body. All he said was, “ Yes Sir.” Thinking he would have protested, as I lathered up his crotch, he asked if I was going to shave his head too. Looking up at that beautiful face, I said--no just his body. When I had him done, and was standing back and looking at his smooth clean shaven body--he was perfection. Rinsing him off and drying him, I began fumbling in the cabinet, digging out my old enema bag. I then filled it with cold water and shoved the nozzle up his ass. Releasing the lever, he stood thee letting me have my way with his body. I then pushed him to his knees, warning him to kneel there on the floor and hold the water or he would lick it up off the floor. Bowing his head, all he said was, “Yes Master.” Seeing his willing servitude really charged me up. Standing there watching that hard flat stomach of his begin to bloat from the water, I began squeezing the bottle forcing even more water into his bowls. When he finally began begging to stop, saying he couldn’t hold anymore, I made him stand and hold the water while I went into the kitchen. Getting a six-pack of warm beer and returning to the bathroom I found him sobbing in pain, but waiting as I had ordered him to. Finally, I let him sit on the stool. The water shot out of him like a cannon. I filled the enema bag with warm beer I must have emptied at least three bottles before the bag was ready. This time when I filled his gut, I plugged his ass with a dildo telling him to hold it. It didn’t talk long to see the effect the alcohol began to have on him as his body absorbed it directly into his blood. By the time I let him release the mixture, I had to carry him into the bedroom. He was ready now and I was going to give this fucker what he had been begging for. Pulling him up and over the bed my little man was now flying from the beer enema. Now all he needed was some poppers and he was ready to begin his training. Selecting a paddle from by toy chest, I began beating those firm white buns of his, slamming the paddle to his ass again and again. When I stopped, he would beg for more. When his cheeks were glowing red I was so hot for his ass, my balls ached and grabbing the KY, I greased myself up. I then shoved a glob of it up his ass. Then, with one thrust I buried my cock deep up his ass. The minute I’d gained entry to his tight ass, I knew he was a virgin cherry, but I was too far gone now to stop. Feeling him shiver from the pain and not caring about anything but reaming that tight ass of his, I began plowing his ass in a fit of raw lust. The only sound in the room now was my grunting and moaning and his gentle sobbing. It had been so long and I was so hot, when I blew my load into his ass I felt like I was pumping my very life into him--and still I wanted more. Again and again I drove into him deeply, filling him again and again with cum until at last I collapsed on him in exhaustion. Laying there with me still embedded in his ass, he asked between sobs, “Does this make me belong to you like all those stories say?” I rolled him over and worked him around to his back, lifted his legs and entered that sweet ass of his again. I said, “Now this time it means you belong to me now.” I began a slow rhythm that spoke more of love than lust. I claimed his body as mine. It was almost midnight when I asked Max “Why me?” Telling me that ever since he’d know he was gay, he’d been in love with me and had watched me, he told me he would be so jealous when he saw me bringing other men home. He knew he could make me love him if he ever got the chance. That was when he made up his mind he was going to save himself for me. I began licking and kissing his beautiful face, then after sliding down and chewing on his tits for a while, I told him I ought to throw his ass out of here. He looked intensely serious at me, and then he said that if I didn’t want him, I could give him to one of my friends or sell him. There it was, quite simply he was mine now. Feeling his smooth body against mine, I could feel my cock springing to life again. Moving up on his body and spreading my legs to straddle his face, as soon as my cock touched his lips, his mouth opened-- eager to service me. Slowly feeding him my cock, he managed to learn to swallow it all. Then I began riding him until at last, I was pumping his face for all I was worth and I could feel his throat eagerly responding to every thrust of my cock. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to satisfy me. What can I say? It all seemed to happen that night--he had given himself to me completely and now I was hopelessly in love with this beautiful young thing. He surrendered his body to my every wish--my every desire until I’d completely exhausted myself. Laying there looking at his smooth, beautiful body nestled in my arms; I knew I was never going to let him go. What was it he’d called me, his teddy bear? Well I was going to make the best master he could ever have! There was little I could teach him, because he was willing to do everything and everything just to please me. Now that he was mine, I was thinking I would take him out tomorrow and get him suitable clothing for a slave then I would show off my new treasure to those stuck up fags at the at the Mineshaft. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world, I began holding my slave tightly in my arms until we both drifted off to sleep. In the morning, the incessant ringing of my doorbell awakened us both. Throwing my robe around me, I knew it must be Old Mrs. Hoffman. Opening the door and seeing the men moving her belongings out of her apartment, she burst in saying she wanted to say goodbye to Max. Max then appeared naked in the bedroom door. Grabbing him and hugging him, she asked if he was happy. Nodding knowingly, she smiled telling him to call her if he ever needed anything. With that she swept out of the apartment. Sweeping Max up in my arms, I said I had to have that ass of his again. This time when I entered him, his ass almost sucked my cock into his body. Finally drained, I began laughing--telling him he was too much for me. I lay back just looking up him in my arms, contentedly thinking--he’s all mine now! It was almost noon before we finally crawled out of bed. Heading into the bathroom, Max followed right behind me. Standing in front of the stool to take a leak, he knelt down, turned to me, opened his mouth, and took my cock deep into his throat. Looking up at me with those beautiful gray eyes, I willingly gave him what he wanted. After we finished dressing, we stopped for a quick breakfast. Then I began shopping for my new slave. First stop was the Leather shop where we fitted him out with the appropriate leather and of course--cuffs. Then taking him over to the Sunrise Parlor, I had his nipples pierced--he now looked like the proper slave. Tonight I was going to strut my stuff and show off my new boy toy. I would show those conceited bastards--who was too old to own a beautiful slave! Max and I had a light supper and I told him I was taking him to the Mineshaft, our local S&M bar, and downstairs to the infamous second level. Asking me what they did there, I said I really didn’t know for sure, because without a slave, I was never permitted down to the second level. Smiling, Max said, “Then tonight we are going to the second level and find out, Sir.” Responding to him with a kiss I answered, “Tonight we go to the second level with my slave.” Dressing Max and myself with great care to show us both off to our best advantage, I was impressed when I checked us out in the mirror--I had it so right. Max in his tight leather shorts and harness with his collar and leash, and me in my leather pants and vest. All we needed to do to complete the outfits were the calf high boots. Standing there both of us were the same height, but Max’s beautifully proportioned and smooth body contrasted well against my more muscular and hair covered frame. Even my homeliness made him seem more beautiful--we truly did look like “Beauty and the Beast”. It was just a short drive to the bar and after parking, when we made our entrance it was a sight to behold. As was the custom, when someone new entered the bar, all eyes would turn to check him out. As the glittering lights caught Max’s beautiful alabaster body contrasted against his master’s black leather and fur-covered frame, the room fell silent. Seizing the moment and leading Max through the bar, all eyes were on us--the master and his beautiful slave boy. As we approached a vacant table, the barkeep came rushing over saying they had more luxurious accommodations on the lower level. Fishing in his codpiece and producing a small golden key, he offered it to me saying there was a contest tonight on the lower level, and asked me if I wished to enter. As we headed in the direction of the elevator to descend to the lower level, I used the key to engage the elevator. As the cage closed and we began descending, Max said he would make me proud tonight. After reaching the lower level, the gate of the cage opened, but it took us few seconds to become accustomed to the dim lighting. As promised upstairs, this place was really wild. There was a circular stage with all kinds of flashing strobe lights and dancers doing every erotic thing imaginable with their bodies. Some of them were even standing there copulating on stage to the rhythm of the music. Around the stage were clusters of tables and leather booths, Masters in all stages of nakedness were seated and their slaves were on their knees at their sides. Some of the slaves were between their master’s legs serving them. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed something like this could exist here in the city. This was nothing less than an orgy room. We were greeted at the elevator by this handsome, naked black man, who escorted us to our booth. Turning and asking if I was entering my slave in the contest tonight feeling a swelling pride I said yes. Looking over at Max he was smiling and I knew he wanted to be in the competition. Asking me what names we were competing under I quickly said, “Beauty and the Beast.” Taking my seat Max kneeled beside me as like all the other slaves in the room. When our black waiter brought the beer he sat the stein in front of me with a great flourish. Then bending down and placing a dish in front of Max he poured his beer into the dish. Petting Max’s head he asked if there would be anything more. Feeling Max’s hand on my crotch, I could tell by the way he was stroking my cock; all this was turning him on. We had just finished our beer when we heard someone calling out for the slave named “Beauty” to join the other slaves on stage. Standing, Max leaned over kissing me, and trotted up to the stage. As the Master of Ceremonies organized them into a circle and had them walk around the stage, he held his hand over each--one at a time--for a vote of applause. Each slave was rated and the ones with the lowest applause ratings were dismissed. Around and around they went until Max and this other slave were the only ones left. Checking first one then the other, they remained tied for first place. The Master of Ceremonies then whispered something to them and both of them began stripping off what few clothes they had on. When Max was naked you could hear the gasps in the room as his hard firm cock sprang up for all to admire. This time he won hands down. After that, the Master of Ceremonies called “The Beast” to the stage. As I climbed up and stood next to Max, I had never been so proud. Then as the Master of Ceremonies explained that the last part of the competition was to show the audience how the slave preformed his services to his master. He said I could either do it myself or select someone from the audience to fuck him. Hearing the chorus of men offering to fuck Max, and looking at him standing there trying to make me proud of him, I began to strip--no one was going to fuck my slave but me! As I was stripping off my leathers, some boys brought out this leather couch. Max was quick to lie on his back, raising his legs in a willing invitation to me. Feeling this wave of shame at displaying myself, I concentrated on looking at my beautiful slave. A wave of absolute lust came over me. He was giving me his body in front of god and everyone--declaring his total obedience to me. The least I could do was perform as his master. Lifting his legs, my cock swelled to it fulfillment. There was a hush and then we mated and a round of applause ran through the room. Now caught up in a fit of lust, I began rutting Max like a sex crazed animal. Then with the chanting and clapping spurring me onward, no sooner had I blown my load, than I crawled forward, straddling Max’s chest. Ramming my cock down his throat, Max began slurping and sucking as if his life depended on satisfying me.. Suddenly, he was so hot he began pumping his cum all over my back. After shooting my second load down his throat, he lay there with my cock deep inside him. I then began to use him as my toilet. Then we I could feel Max licking his cum from my hairy back. This sent the crowd into ecstasy and suddenly the room was filled with the smell of sex. Now unable to control themselves, the room had turned into an orgy of sex. Suddenly everyone was fucking everyone and we were overcome by some of the men from the audience. Max was torn out of my arms and someone dragged him off somewhere. I was lifted off the stage by this huge black beast, who carted me off to one of the booths. That night I learned how it felt to be raped, and raped, and raped again. Through all the pain I kept remembering how I’d raped Max that first night. When the room settled down, Max found me and began licking me clean, saying he was not hurt. When we found our clothes and had dressed, someone shoved this trophy into our hands and gave us a gold key, saying we were now charter members. Sliding into my booth, Max knelt next to me saying, “That was really wild!” I had to have one more beer before leaving, as I had to prove to them we were not to be intimidated. On the ride up to the upper bar, I was stunned to see a video of Max and me on stage, playing on the TV. There was a loud sounding of applause as we made our way from the elevator to the door. Just before we left, someone presented us with a copy of our performance and the taped presentation of the winner’s trophy. On the drive home I asked Max if he had had his fill of fun. Sitting there he only asked if I was proud of him and did I please him. Asking again, he admitted he didn’t want other men, but if I wanted, he would let anyone screw him. Pulling him close to me, I told him I never wanted another man to ever have him again--he was mine and I was going to be the only man ever to make love to him. Feeling his tears as he kissed me, he said, “Whatever my master wants, but I really liked gong to that bar.” After arriving home and placing our trophy on the mantle, we crawled into bed and made love like it was the first time. After spreading my legs and surrendering my body to him in commitment as his master, he began feeding his cock into my mouth. His eyes sparkled as he said; “Now I am part of you—master!” Max did enroll in college and we continued as slave and master. After his graduation, our life was even better. He now works, but always he is the obedient slave and I strive to be the perfect master. We often laugh together over what happened that first night at the bar that changed our lives forever. Comments to: harveynate@aol.com