Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Isle of Mann. By Nathan Harvey The bar was practically empty and I’d given up thinking I would be able to pick anyone up, when this gorgeous stud walked in. After briefly standing and looking around, he then walked directly over to me taking the stool next to mine. Glancing over in the strangers direction, he turned and I though he had to have the blackest piercing eyes I’d ever seen. I knew from his golden skin and his think curly black hair he sure wasn’t American or even Italian. As soon as he began to speak to the bartender, he conversed in the most precise, perfect English I’d ever heard. As soon as Jerry the bartender went to get his drink, I asked him where he was from. Smiling this beautiful smile he said he was born on this small tropical island in the Pacific, called the Island of Mann. Going on, he told me his island was a tropical paradise that had been civilized by early missionaries in the early eighteen hundreds. He continued his brief dissertation, saying that in all those years the Kings had maintained their ancient customs. Then adding that their kings had adapted many of the farming methods from new world as well as finding new ways to provide employment for the natives. The most recent King had wisely decided to open the island to men of various countries for vacations and relaxation, in order to generate tourist dollars for his subjects. He then smiled a little, saying that the tourism really consisted of men’s fantasy vacations. When I asked him what he meant by fantasy vacations, he said simply, “Gay men’s fantasies sir”. Laughing I asked if that meant even the kinky ones. That was when he suggested we go to his room and I could demonstrate to him what I meant by kinky. I knew this beautiful creature could have his choice of anyone in the bar, but I couldn’t believe he had picked me--a pudgy middle aged man. I was on cloud nine when said his hotel room was at the Marriott. I knew it was just a few blocks from the bar. The bartender, who I might add had, been listening to our every word. looked like he was ready to crawl over the bar and snatch this beautiful stud. Walking through the bar on our way out, every eye in the place was lusting after my prize. After just a short walk to the Marriott, we were in the elevator and ascending to his room, and he asked me again what kind of kinky sex I wanted. I was almost ashamed to tell him I loved to be beaten and raped in all ways possible by someone like him. I was a bondage freak. Unperturbed at what I was saying, he went on asking me to explain more of what I wanted him to do to me. While I was describing what I liked, the doors of the elevator opened. He then said that he just might have the right equipment to make my evening everything I wanted. I was getting a real kick out of his perfect English, even though he was talking about something as gross and perverted as bondage. His room was just a few steps from the elevator and when we entered his it, he began stripping. Telling me to get naked, I eagerly stripped as I watched him uncover that magnificent body of his. When I was naked, he instructed me to kneel before him. As I knelt before him, he began slipping into a suit of full body leather. The main strap ended at a golden cockring. I almost fainted when I saw him threading that huge magnificent tool of his through the ring. This man surpassed anything in my wildest fantasies. I couldn’t’ take my eyes off him--even as he raised his arm and I felt the lash of his whip on my back. It was as if he’d read my mind knowing what I craved as be begun beating me. I knew from the first strike of the whip that he was an expert in Bondage. As he began working over my body with the whip, he inflicted this glorious pain without leaving any scars or marks. He stopped only when he’d reduced me to a groveling whimpering slave, begging for mercy. Ordering me to assume the dog position, he mounted me. It was all I could do to support his weight as he forced his cock into my body. Once in my ass, he began pounding me with his cock. After letting lose of his load, he had me so hot and slick, he continued to pillage me. Then rolling me over on my back, he again plunged that mammoth cock up my ass and began pumping me from this new position, like a stallion in heat. The man had the stamina of ten men and not in my wildest fantasies would I have believed this night even if I’d scripted it myself. After feeling his second load of cum spreading into my body, when he withdrew from me he crawled into the bed and stretched out, his cock standing like a pillar of lust. He then ordered me to ride him. Crawling up and straddling his hips, I began descending on his cock. As my body yielded to his tool, it felt like he was taking possession of my body. As soon as my body had enveloped his tool, my stallion began bucking and grinding, forcing his cock even deeper into me. He kept fucking my ass until I was begging him for mercy, but he paid no attention to my pleas. Only when he was satisfied, did he pull out of me and then he began pushing me down until his cock was in my face. Opening my mouth and letting him ram his cock into my throat, I began to blow him. He kept me servicing that beautiful body and soon there was no part of him that I hadn’t licked, sucked or been fucked by. By dawn, I was reduced to begging him even more. Kneeling over my face then and spreading his ass, he told me to fuck him with my tongue. I was too far-gone now; I was nothing more than a sniveling slave pleading for anything he would give me. When I’d satisfied him fucking his ass with my tongue, he pulled me around quickly, and shoving his cock into my mouth, he promptly filled my throat with cum. When I’d sucked every last drop down, he waited for his cock to soften and then began filling my throat with piss. I wanted him so badly now. I greedily drank it down—all of it. Letting me drop to the floor, he then told me it was time for me to go. Groveling at his feet, I begged him for more. Smiling, he pulled me to the bed and spreading my legs, he began working his fingers into my ass. Then a blinding flash of pain and I felt his hand inside me. I was almost in delirium now as he began fucking me with his arm. Suddenly, I was shooting all over myself as my body experienced the most sensational thrill of my life. He and I had become one. When he finally withdrew his hand and arm, I felt like I was loosing a part of myself. Covered with my cum, I kneeled before him thanking him for making my night a dream come true. Kneeling and cradling me in his arms, he covered my body with his and kisses telling me I should come to his island for my fantasies to reach there fullest. There, I would have a whole island of men and boys to serve my every wish, my every desire. As I was dressing to leave, I begged to see him again. Kissing me tenderly, he told me he was returning home tomorrow and that his duties here in the States were finished. Then bowing, he thanked me for allowing him to serve me. I couldn’t believe he was thanking me after he’d given me the most glorious night of my life. Walking the few short blocks to my apartment, my mind was filled with the joy of that night. In the days that followed, every night when I would sleep, I would dream about that night and my beautiful Master. Oh I still went to the bars, but it was only for looking somehow, for that golden god. It was a few days later when I was dressing, that I put my hand in my pocked and feeling something, pulled it out. I saw it was a business card of some type. It had a simple message on it. ‘Vacations of your Dreams’ Contact The Isle of Mann. All the address it had was a post office box number. Tossing it back down on the desk, I left for work. Still, I could not get that beautiful man out of my mind. He was everything a slave could want in a Master, beautiful, strong and hung like an animal—not to mention the exquisite the sex—just the memory of that night made my whole body tremble in wild ecstasy. Just thinking about how he’d used my body and fulfilled my every fantasy, it was like May West had said, “You could never get enough of a good thing”. In the next few weeks I had other men, but somehow nothing was the same anymore. No man ever gave me that supreme pleasure of absolute fulfillment, that feeling of total submission. Most of the joy of sex had gone away for me after my copper Amazon. I began to try to find out about the Isle of Mann, first on the computer, and then at the public library. All I could find was that missionaries had discovered it in the eighteenth century. Remembering he said they had opened it to fantasy vacations for gay men, I went to several gay travel agencies, but still without any luck. I was now obsessed remembering the ecstasy of that night until finally in desperation, I decided to write to that Box number. I tried again and again to get it right and finally came up with this letter asking about the vacation saying I had talked to one of their countrymen. There I thought, I have done all I can do, and mailed the letter. It was about two weeks later when I received this thick white envelope in the mail. Opening it, I found an elegant brochure with an embossed gold crest proclaiming the Island of Mann. Going through the glossy pages, I was mesmerized by all those handsome naked men and their beautifully endowed organs. It was hard to even look at the sandy beaches and beautiful azure blue waters with so many perfectly hung men in those pictures. After lingering for hours over each page, when I finally reached the final page of the brochure, there was a cost listed for a month on the island. Gasping at the cost total figure, I resolutely tossed the book down, thinking it was just too expensive. Still with all those beautiful men available for sex, it was surely a real paradise, and I couldn’t get the place out of my mind. When I got to thinking that the total cost figure had included airfare, lodging and all the sex I could want for a month, I began thinking it really was a pretty good deal. Pulling out the application, I was stunned when I looked over some of the questions they were asking. A doctor’s physical indeed, and a credit check. Slamming it down contemptuously, I decided I certainly didn’t need that shit. Then thinking about it and the AIDS situation, etc. I decided to go have a physical; rationalizing it was the safe thing to do. As for the financial statement, that was a simple matter to get that from my accountant. Still I could not get the idea of a month of sex with those beautiful men out of my thoughts. My cock was now doing my thinking for me. Filling out the application, all I could think of was a month of all that wonderful sex. I got the tests that next week from my doctor and attaching the form from the doctor and my accountant, the last thing I had to do was get a nude picture of myself. Pawing through my collection, I tried to find one that didn’t make me look like a fattened calf ready for slaughter, and slipped it into the envelope. Now with my description of what I wanted my vacation to be like, I was eagerly ready to post it on the way to work the next day. Every day that followed was agony waiting for their response. It was about two weeks later that the answer to my application came. It was an invitation to spend the month of June on the Island of Mann and a reminder that no clothing or electronics would be necessary, because all things would be furnished with my vacation package. There was a discreet little note and envelope saying as soon as they received and processed my check, they would arrange my flight. I was ecstatic that my dream plans were going to become a reality, so the next day I had a cashier’s check made to King Koammany, the ruler of the island of Mann. All that was left now was to schedule the Month of June off at work. It was just over two weeks later that my ticket and my itinerary arrived. There was even a voucher for a cab to take me to the airport. Looking over the ticket and voucher I though they sure weren’t kidding when they said everything was included. Even my cab fair had been prepaid. I was on pins and needles until finally the day arrived for me to leave for my holiday. I was dressed in the suggested outfit, a comfortable pair of jeans and a lose shirt with sneakers. I was sitting on the steps of my apartment at the ready, when this big limo pulled up and this beautifully large golden man got out, asking if I was Warren Wilson. I was speechless when he came around and opened the door, telling me it was his pleasure to drive me to the airport. Crawling into the plush leather seats and leaning back, I just closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was finally on my way. As we moved down the expressway, a small door opened and a voice suggested I have a beverage to relax me. As I was pouring myself a drink, a small speaker began playing romantic South Seas music. It was when we pulled into the main drive to Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport, that I was a little surprised when we went past the international departures terminal and on to one of the little hangers. I began to be upset until a voice over the speaker informed me I would be leaving on the Island’s charter flight. Pulling into the hanger, I saw this sparkling white jet parked with a red-carpeted stairway leading to the plane. Waiting at the door of the aircraft was another of those beautiful island men standing at attention. Bowing as I approached, he waved me aboard. After climbing the stairs, once I was inside the aircraft, another golden god showed me to my seat. I saw that the plane was full with the exception of my seat, and I wondered if they all had the same wild fantasies like mine. Then the attendant looked down, he suggested I slip out of my sneakers and he would bring me a pair of soothing slippers. It was next to impossible to talk to anyone with the way the seats were located. Each of the passengers had what was like a big Lay-Z-Boy recliner and a tray table over that. I buckled myself in my seat as the front cabin door was closed and the engines roared to life. Seconds later the aircraft was taxiing down the tarmac, turned briefly and we raced down the runway. After our takeoff, this naked golden attendant began wheeling down a service cart. He was offering us these wonderful fruits and berries and all kinds of exotic drinks and sweet meats. Later, when we were served dinner, I thought I was too excited to eat, but the food was so extraordinary and I suddenly was ravenous. The meat was so tender and had this wonderful unique flavor. I could see it now; I was going to gain a lot of weight on this vacation. After the dinner service, the lights dimmed and the latest pornographic movie flickered on the screen. With the wonderful food, the new porn flick, and the cool, soothing atmosphere of the cabin, I was asleep minutes after the movie ended. As the plane’s engines changed their pitch when the plane began to descend, I woke. After a steeper decent than was normal for commercial airlines, we turned, lining up with the runway and landed directly. When we had taxied to the end of what had looked like a tiny runway, some stairs were pushed against the plane, the door was opened and we disembarked. As soon as I stepped out of the aircraft, the first thing I noticed was the wonderful warm tropical air, and then this reception crowd of beautiful golden and naked men. Their bodies were all tanned almost to a golden copper and they were adorned only in colorful leis. At the bottom of the stairs was this beautiful man with gold ropes and chains. Thinking this must be King Koammany, I watched him approaching us welcoming us to his island. With a clap of his hands, each passenger was escorted away by a six beautiful men to their own private fantasy. Whatever my fellow passengers’ fantasies were, I never knew--I never saw them again. My six golden studs escorted me to this changing room, and undressing me put me in shackles. From that point on as I had requested, I became their property. I was the sex slave to these six beautiful men. It had become their responsibility to please and satisfy my sexual bondage fantasy day and night. I soon came to find out the one meal of the day we had been more of a continuation of my fuck festival. A pit would be dug everyday and filled with coals and some large kind of meat was roasted. As the meal was served by my beautiful men, some of them would dance to entertain me. My days and nights were nothing but feasting, fucking and being fucked. I had it all, I had men fucking and sucking me day and night until I’d truly became a fucking machine. Soon I had lost all track of time thinking this life would go on forever. My mind was now overruled by my body, and all I thought about day and night was of sex. Every degrading act I’d requested and many I’d never heard of were all mine to experience. It was my dream come true. When it was time for me to be taken back to the changing room, I felt like my life was over. I couldn’t bear to leave all this. It was when I was fully dressed that I asked if there was any way a foreigner could live here. My guide suggested I request an audience with the King and I could possibly petition for citizenship. Now eager to do anything to stay here, I begged for an audience. When I was showed into the throne room I was told that many foreigners were given citizenship papers and allowed to spend the rest of their lives here on the island. Pointing to the window, my guide indicated that the long, low and lovely building in the distance was where the foreigners were kept. I was staring at the building when this beautiful golden man came toward me, and extending his hand, he welcomed me. After his inviting me to sit with him, when I asked him if it were possible to live on the island, the King told me if I was truly interested in becoming one with them, this indeed could be done. Saying it would be necessary for me to give up my U S citizenship in order to freely embrace the citizenship of his kingdom. Then smiling he continued, saying it was a serious step for me to take and he suggested that I go home and spend a few weeks thinking of this, because it was a very important decision in my life. Then taking a beautiful leather covered binder from the table and giving it to me, he continued, saying it contained the pictures of me in bondage and with my six men so I could always remember my vacation on the island of Mann. Aware that he was now standing, I realized I was being dismissed. Clutching my book, I was taken to the airfield. I boarded the plane with my fellow passengers. Each of them was clutching a book with his vacation memories. I wondered how many of them would be back. When we finally touched down at O’Hare it all seemed like such a dream. I found it was almost impossible to get back into the swing of things, or even begin to concentrate on my work. Everywhere I went people commented on my beautiful tan and how relaxed and healthy I looked. I was now slim and trim; it was amazing how much I had changed physically that month. I just smiled thinking it was from all that protein of those young studs. I tried to go to the bars, but they all seemed so crass and commercial and looking at the hustlers in the streets, I longed for my island paradise. Going over the citizenship papers again and again I realized that I would be required to surrender all my property to the King. This wasn’t so bad when I thought of the paradise I would be living in, but still the thought of giving up my citizenship was not a matter to be taken lightly. Then thinking of what I would be gaining as a citizen of the Island of Mann, I decided to do it. Going over the contracts and papers with my lawyer, he was amazed that I would even consider what they were asking. Still, he filled out the necessary papers they had given me and sent them off. I had already begun disposing of my clothing and furniture and had listed my condo for sale, when I received my passport to the Island of Mann. When all my monies and property were transferred to a line of credit, it still didn’t seem final until we landed on the Island of Mann. I was welcomed to the island by King Koammany and I handed over the letters of credit to him. Kissing me and welcoming me to his island, he said he would look forward to having me for dinner at the palace soon. First stopping at a changing room, six golden men removed my clothing and the articles were taken away. It was just like on vacation. Then I was escorted to the building that had been pointed out to me previously, as the structure where all the foreigners were kept. After following behind these beautiful naked men down this long hall, as we passed through these double doors, I began to realize that something was very wrong. This was no residence hall, it was more like one of those sterile computer farms--places were they raised animals. I could hear the soft sounds of pumps and suctioning equipment and long rows of stainless steel tables had these engorged men sprawled out with tubes running into their mouths and out their asses. Leading me past fatted hulks that once were men, he they lifted me to the last table saying this was the place they had reserved for me. Struggling to get out, they held me down while someone ran a tube down my throat shaped like a cock. As soon as it was in place it began to ooze this fluid, forcing me to suck on it the warm liquid that was now filling my stomach. Then a calm seemed to come over me and I began to relax. It was almost like I was having sex all over again. Whatever they were pumping in me seemed to send me into another world. I didn’t even mind when they ran the catheter in my cock and a tube up my ass. Feeling the suction as they began pumping the body wastes from my bowls, and it felt like someone was fucking me, it was really a pleasant feeling. Laying there this golden god was telling me that they now raise all of their meat organically. It was then I realized that the Island of Mann was an island of cannibals. As the weeks passed, I was not uncomfortable. The fluids kept me well fed and there always was someone massaging and rubbing oils and sweet smelling spices into my skin. Everyday it seemed like a new man was brought in and prepared as I had been. There seemed to be no end to the supply of men. Each week my table was moved closer to the big double doors of the kitchen. When I was close to the doors, I could now see this one enormously fattened man being prepared to be taken in to be butchered. I had to smile in my mind thinking they told me this was where the foreigners were kept. They just didn’t tell me it was to fatten them up for slaughter. When they wheeled away that man’s carcass, I knew I would be next. Looking down at my swollen body I wondered if I was going to be the king’s dinner tomorrow and what part of me would he eat first. Perhaps my sweet meats. They had been my favorite food on the island. Comments to: Harveynate@AOL.com