Gay Erotic Stories

I remember when I first saw Jeremy at the gym, the all-American jock, very serious and dedicated to his workouts. He didn't come to the gym for a lot of bullshit. I watched the dedication he put into each workout and seen his progress too. I watched Jeremy on the stair step machines, completely focused on achieving his goal or in the weight room, his biceps and triceps becoming more defined and I seeing the ripped abs peeking out from the bottom of his T-Shirt. Yeah, I have been watching everywhere. I have checked out the complete package in the locker room. I have adjusted my schedule to overlap his and started picking out a locker closer to his. I time my showers so they are with his and I notice everything. The hair and eyes invite me to look more, to take in his smooth face. I notice how he flashes a big smile, a winning smile and I want that smile to be for me. I keep looking, further and further down, noticing his smooth pecs and perfect nipples, thinking how the dark tender spots on that chest would feel between my lips. His broad shoulders tapering down to that big pec deck with just a trace of chest hair to tease me. The taper continues down to his mid-section where I see that 6-pack of ripped abdominal muscle. Further down, just below the tan line, I see Jeremy's jock cock. It is perfect, nicely formed. I envision it hard, thick and long. It looks so hot in just a short trimmed patch of pubic hair. His glutes are hard, hot and smooth. I think about running my hands over each perfect lobe of that butt, kneading gently and working my way to his crack, where his hot brown hole waits. The tan resumes with muscular legs tapering down to rock hard calves. All the time on the stair stepper has paid off, handsomely. There is nothing left for me to wonder about. I have seen it all. Now I want it all. Back in the locker room, we are dressing. I sense he has been watching me too. I have felt him taking in my hot Italian looks and caught him stealing glances at me. I've felt his eyes surveying me, wondering and pondering what might be next for the two of us. As usual, I pull on my jeans and tight fitting tee-shirt. I throw my sweaty gym gear in the bag and grab my black leather coat and zip it up and walk out of the locker room to wait. Outside, I climb into my black jeep, parked a few rows away from the main entrance and I wait. I wait for Jeremy to come out, looking very All-American, very confident and cocky, walking to his car. Again, as I have in the past, I watch the little ritual, slinging his back pack into the back seat and putting on his seatbelt and backing out. I have been watching Jeremy more than just inside the gym, I have been watching him outside too. I know more about him than he knows. I know where he shops, where he lives and where he hangs out. Day falls to night again and I follow him home again. From a distance, I see Jeremy walk up, check the mail at the front door. He looks over his shoulder, almost sensing a presence, but sees nothing. Satisfied that nobody is around, he goes inside and the lights come on. Tonight, I know he is home alone, all night. It's later and I am back, watching him turn in for the night. The living room lights go out and the bedroom light comes on. He walks over and cracks the bedroom window. Next, the bathroom light comes on and I can see him take his shirt off in the glow of the light, once again revealing that handsome chest of his, that unknown to him, will become mine tonight; along with the rest of his jock body that he has worked so hard to perfect. I get out of the jeep, grab my own backpack and start silently towards his front door. I am dressed head to toe in black leather. The biker coat from the gym and now my black leather jeans, a black tee shirt and black boots. As always, I gently twist the door knob, hoping that it will gently release. It doesn't tonight and I reach into my backpack and find my lock pick. I quickly move the lock past its keeper and step quietly into Jeremy's house. From my surveillance, I know where everything is in his house. I gently pad my steps to the bedroom and find the door ajar. Nothing is stirring. Just my heart beating as I gaze upon my prey. My hot perfect jock, curled up under the covers of his bed. His mind a thousand miles away, dreaming, perhaps, perhaps dreaming about me. My move is sudden. My leather gloved hands forcefully grab around his mouth. Jeremy's immediate reaction is to grab the hand that is holding him and fight it, but when he sees me, he knows who it is. He relaxes his resistance slightly. I warn him in hushed whispers to be quiet, that our fantasy is about to come true. I gently release my grip and I hear him faintly ask if it is me, Toby, from the gym? I reply yes, and his resistance diminishes more. I must pay full time and attention to his jock body. He's been flaunting it in front of me for weeks now and tonight it is mine. Tonight I satisfy my cravings for him and fulfill our wildest fantasies. As I pull the covers off the bed, I find him in some Umbro soccer shorts, the tip of his cock just peeking out of a leg hole. I roll him over and press my leather covered body against his near nakedness and offer my lips, first gently against his and then with more effort and finally, his mouth yields and my tongue finds his and they twist together. My gloved hands continue to hold him tightly, letting him know that he will really be safe in my hands as we continue to kiss. Jeremy continues to resist me less and less until he just wants me completely, to completely take over. As I roll him onto his knees, I reach down into my backpack and grab two leather wrist gauntlets, and cuff them over each forearm, snapping and buckling each in place. Again, I reach into my backpack to find a leather strap with snap rings on each end and rig it to the bedposts and bind his wrists over his head as he kneels, tying the right wrist to the strap on the left side of the bed and the left is hitched to the right side of the bed. I kiss him more, feeling my gloved hands against the back of his head. Jeremy's head fills with the sight and smell of me in my gear. He is hungry to smell the musky aroma of man and sweat and leather and sex. "Go ahead, take it all in," I tell him, "you want this too, don't you? Use your hands, it's all right, feel the smoothness of the black leather coat, feel the outline of my face, run your fingers through my short black hair. You want me to take the coat off? You want me to take the shirt off? You wanna see my hairy Italian chest?" I know his answer to all those questions. I ask him, "You wanna see me strip? You wanna watch me peel back that coat? You know what's underneath. You have seen it enough in the locker room. You have lusted for it. Let me make your fantasy come true." Our eyes lock as I peel the coat off down my shoulders, revealing the silhouette of my broad shoulders. The coat drops to the floor. "Do you want it? Do you wanna smell it? Feel it? Do you wanna wear my coat? I bet you would be hot in it. You would be awesome in it." He nods at me as he watches me peel my shirt off. He watches intently as the hair appears in the glow of the moonlight in his bedroom as I stand next to the bed, gently, teasingly pulling my shirt up. It seems like an eternity but there it is, the same chest he has seen in the showers, the same one that conjures up images and fantasies in his head of us. "Let me see what else I got in my bag for you. It's gonna be hard for you to wear my leather coat while you are tied up but you need some leather. Your pecs are so hot and your nipples are perfectly sized. How about a harness that crisscrosses your chest with a big steel ring in the center?" I order him to sit up as much as he can as I unsnap the straps of the harness from the center ring. I drape the back pieces over his shoulders and bring the other two under his arms and around his pecs. He lays back down as I fasten the front straps to the cold steel of the ring on his hot hard sternum as I begin to snap each strap in place, tightening each as I go. I reach into my bag and remove an extra sharp pocket knife. He cringes as the steel of the blade makes contact against his outer thighs and hears the ripping of the nylon Umbros that confine his jock cock. I peel the fabric away, revealing his magnificent dick, now completely engorged. After returning the knife to the bag, I begin to place a cock ring around Jeremy's hot, thick cock. It slides easily down the shaft but requires special, sensitive manipulation around his meaty balls. Once the cock ring is in place, I secure the leg straps of the harness to the cock ring. The final touch is to cover that jock cock with a black leather jock strap. "Jeremy, you look awesome and so fuckable right now. Your hot pecs are accented by the straps of leather pushing them upward, making them seem bigger than ever. You got a mirror? Let me let you see yourself. You deserve to see how fucking hot you are." "Is everything OK Jeremy? Anything too tight? I wanna fuck you, but not yet. It's much too early for that. We have a long way to go tonight." I shed some light on the subject as I light a candle on the night stand next to his bed. Yeah, that warm glow shines on him, making his tan line more visible. I am getting harder and harder now. Can he see the outline of my thick shaft through the leather pants? It's all for you tonight Jeremy. I stroke it through the pants, coaxing it to be bigger and thicker for him. I want some of Jeremy's dick as I climb on top of him, my leather covered butt pressing down on his face as I push away the black leather pouch holding his organ and engulf that fat cock in my warm mouth. I feel its size in my mouth and I want it all. I bury my face all the way, to the hilt of his shaft, my nose in the nice trim patch of cock hair, smelling his musky jock aroma. My leather gloved fingers circle around his big balls, cupping and caressing them as my mouth continues to move up and down rhythmically. He moans as he feels the drops of spit slipping out of my mouth and down around his balls. My fingers continue to move, exploring along the insides of those hard muscular thighs, gently gliding over the hair, stimulating and titillating him. I hear more moaning and feel him begin to writhe, wanting to escape at the same time wanting more. I keep sucking, sometimes just the big head of that jock cock, sometimes its whole length. I want to explore more. I reach behind his balls and find that spot right behind them and tease it just the way I did those hot legs. I think you would like that. Who knows what else I might do down there. He hasn't surrendered completely to me and I don't want to leave him unsatisfied. His big cock stretches the corners of my mouth, I have to take a break. I force him over onto his knees. I wanna work on those hot glutes. Yeah, show me your ass, point it up in the air for me. My gloved hands work on each lobe, kneading them just like I promised myself earlier, manipulating handfuls of hot hard ass as I work closer and closer to the crack. I reach the center and start pulling Jeremy's cheeks apart, revealing that perfect brown butt hole of his. Again, I reach down into my bag for the big pump bottle of WET lubricant. I pump the top and the cold lube dribbles down his crack. He shudders as its coldness drips across the hottest part of his anatomy right now. Another squirt of WET shoots across his ass and now begins to roll towards his balls. I take my hands and begin to rub my fingers up and down Jeremy's slick crack, pausing briefly to push on that brown button of his, just circling around the outer edges of it. Now my fingers start on that special spot that I have waited so long for. I keep working my fingers around the edges, first one at a time and then two, pressing gently, just a little bit under the surface. And then a little deeper with my one finger, lubing it a little more as I go. So hot, Jeremy's ass is so hot. I want to go deeper and deeper. He couldn't see me get the dildo out. It's about 8inches long. A couple more squirts of WET should make it slide right in. Yeah. I work the length of the shaft up and down his slick crack, pressing the head of it against his hole. I got him ready and now I wanna start working over that hot ass I have been seeing in the gym. Tonight, I got the hot jock I have been home beating my meat to for the past few weeks. I want him to feel that shaft go up his hot jock ass. I work it in and out until it goes in without any resistance, pausing every once in a while to jiggle the base of it, making him moan as the dildo transmits that motion deep inside of him I roll him over onto his back and he looks at me. He still hasn't gotten to see my cock yet I start to peel down my leather pants and there it is. My big fat hard cock, ready for Jeremy to suck. I straddle on top of his chest, as I point my cock into his face. He lifts his head and neck closer to meet my meat but it is still just millimeters away, his tongue just reaching the tip of my throbbing head. wanna fuck his mouth while his ass is still filled up with that dildo. I want Jeremy to be so stimulated that he is ready to pop, every nerve fiber pulsing, pushing your brain to overload. I want every part of him to sense me, feel me, taste me, see me, hear me and smell me. I crawl just a few inches closer and he immediately begins to gulp down on my dick. His eyes close as his mouth works on my shaft as best as it can from his restrained position. Jeremy's body is sending his brain messages from all over. I start to suck and nibble on the brown spots on his chest to see how much he likes that. First with just my tongue, then with a tighter grip with my lips and finally, gently between my teeth, pulling right to the threshold of pleasure. It is so cool, hearing him call my name as he moans in pleasure. Jeremy is so hot and so intense. Let me pull that confining jock strap off. God his cock is hot. I have these two nipple clamps joined by a thin chain I place on his nips and tighten down. I get up and roll him back over onto his knees and get his butt in the air. Its been a long time coming but now, I must be inside of him. As I lube up my cock, I take out the dildo and push my dick right back in. My cock slides right in, just a little resistance. His hole takes me in all the way and feel his inner muscles tighten down on my shaft. Honestly, I have never felt a tighter ass around my cock. All those abdominal exercises he has been doing have paid off on the inside as well as added definition to the exterior. I want to plunge further in and find that secret spot inside of him that will liberate all of the energy that has been building up inside since I arrived tonight. "I want you Jeremy. Slam your ass down to meet my cock." I put my hands on his shoulders, forcing his whole body down my shaft with each forward thrust I make. I feel my dark curly pubic hair tickle that sensitive spot around his brown button hole. He can't get enough now, I hear him begging for more. I reach down and lube up the dildo again. I slide it in next to my own shaft. "Feel them, feel the two shafts inside of you. Oh Jeremy, I am giving it all to you. You wanna see me fuck you?" I flip him over and throw his legs up on my shoulders as I kneel inside that crotch. My cock re-enters his hole, right next to that dildo again. His eyes meet mine, we know that this was meant to happen. The expression on Jeremy's face signals me to recommence. I push in slowly, deeply, pausing, watching him close his eyes as the thrusting begins again. My cock slides in and out of that hole, pounding his ass like a jackhammer, right next to the dildo that is still in there. "I want to see that dick shoot. Jeremy, you are so hot. I am finally getting close and I want to spray your insides with my white hot cum. Rollover on your side, feel me straddle over your leg that is under me. Your body is pounding and your mind is racing. You want to cum? That wave building inside of you is getting taller, almost cresting now. It's getting ready to breakover isn't it Jeremy. It's almost time. I feel his legs tensing and hear his breathing quicken also. I know he is ready to explode. I reach behind and grab the candle still burning on the nightstand and as feel Jeremy's insides convulse around my cock I drizzle the hot wax over his smooth pecs as he sprays his big load all over, soaking everything with hot cum. "I have never seen so much jizz pumped by a man. Jeremy, you have far exceeded all of my expectations. I want to shoot all over you, I wanna spray my jizz all over you, on your face and across your chest where the candle wax has hardened on those pecs. Don't close your eyes. Take my cum, take it all over, it's gonna spray like a fire hose." My hot cum spray is all over him, in his face, his hair and all over his jock body. There is sperm dripping everywhere. His and mine. Our bodies collapse together in a heap of sweat and sex and leather. Hours later, he awakens, alone, knowing that something happened but not sure what. Outside, I wait, watching him look around the room for a sign, a signal, that he had the most intense pleasure of his life. But there isn't a clue. No marks. No pain. Just puzzlement. He is certain something happened but unsure. He keeps looking and looking for something to connect to, to confirm that it was real and not a dream. And just as he is about to resign himself to the most erotic wet dream of his life, he finds them, the shredded Umbors he wore to bed. He stands naked in the window, holding them up for me to see as I slip my jeep into gear and drive away.