Gay Erotic Stories

It was a warm early afternoon as I walked through the crowed hallways of the mall. Everywhere I looked attractive men caught my eye, some were well dressed, others were accompanied with their female companions, others walked alone, and some even scoped me out. I have always found the mall to be an ideal place for meeting unusually attractive men, and this day would be no different.

I looked at the endless wall of jeans. It had been years since I'd visited the Levi Outlet Store and shopped for new jeans, and the wide assortment was frankly staggering, if not a bit intimidating. I made my way over to what they now call 'vintage' jeans, "Vintage!" I thought. They were much like many of the jeans I already owned, so I proceeded to find my size and favorite cut to try them on in the dressing room. I walked to the back of the store and entered a fitting room. Off came my pants and into the first pair of jeans I went. I buttoned them up and cranked up the zipper and had a good look at myself in the mirror. They were too tight in the thigh area and made my butt look funny. I took them off and tried on the other pair, better I thought, but still not the perfect fit, just as I was about to leave the room to grab a few more choices, the curtain to the fitting room flung open and in walked a very attractive and astonishingly thin man. He stood about 6'4," had short blonde spiked hair, very, very wide shoulders, a long torso, long arms and legs, and the most beautiful set of narrow hips I had every seen before, they swayed forward as he stood. "Shit, I apologize," he said. His boyish face turned a soft pink with embarrassment.

"I didn't think anyone would be in here. I just left this fitting room a few minutes ago to select a few more jeans to try on. I laughed with nervousness at his mistake and assured him that he had done no harm. "Not a problem," I replied, was just about to head out to grab a few more myself. "Man I hate shopping for clothes," I said. "It's so hard to find the perfect fit, don't you think?" I still had on the last pair of jeans I had been trying on. "Check these out I said," I lifted my t-shirt to allow him to inspect my latest find. Do these look ridiculous or what?" He looked at my butt crotch as I turned around and chuckled. "Not bad actually, they're a little long in the inseam, but they look pretty nice." I thought to myself, I wonder if he's gay and then I said to myself, god I hope he's gay. He was so tall and skinny. I felt myself start to get turned on as I looked into his expressive blue eyes.

"Try being 6'4," 145 pounds, with a 27" waist and a 39" inseam. I can never find jeans to fit my proportions." "Damn," I marveled. "27" waist at 6'4?"

"That's incredible, you have a 27" waist, that's tiny." He sucked in his stomach and twisted his flat hips and torso to one side and looked down at himself. I reached out and touched his concave stomach and said, "Wow." My hand moved to his thick pelvic bone that protruded at his hips. "Your pelvis," I said, it feels like a rock. "That’s beautiful; my favorite part on a guy is his waist and his pelvis.”My hip bone has always stuck out like that, it helps to hold my pants up." Visually inspecting his body, I wondered what other bones were hiding beneath his clothes. "I love seeing skinny guys in tight jeans," I said, "I know tight jeans are not in style, but I love how they hug against a skinny guys pelvis and thighs." "Hey," he said, "Do me a favor, you go find the tightest pair of jeans you can find, and I'll do the same, we'll meet back here and show off our stuff to each other." I practically shot my wad on the spot with his proposition. "You got it," I said.

I got to the fitting room first. I stared at my unbelievably flattened butt and denim bound crotch. The jeans I found were nearly 2 sizes too small and I could hardly breath much less walk in them. You could have bounced a dime off my ass they were so tight. Suddenly, in walked my tall, skinny friend. I couldn't believe my eyes. The jeans he wore made his legs look like tooth picks and his waist look like that of a child. "Good grief," I gasped. "Your waist, it's even smaller than before." Tell me about it, I normally wear a 27" or 28" waist in my jeans, this is a 24." "Your pelvis, you can see it in it's entirety," I said. His pelvis resembled a square, flat piece of wood, that had been stuffed down his pants. You could see the four corners of his pelvis. I pressed my thumb against the edge of his pelvis and proceeded to wrap both hands around his entire pelvic plate, squeezing it. I groaned in ecstasy.

As I continued feeling up his pelvis, I guided him against the wall and firmly pressed his back against it, my hands still remained at his pelvis. I vigorously pressed my palms against his hip bone; the bone literally pierced my palms.... I started to precum. "Can I get a little rough with you I asked?" "I won't hurt you, I just want to feel your pelvic bone hard against my palm." He said sure. With my hands still at his pelvis, I shifted all of my weight into his hip area. His back was pressed firmly against the wall, his eyes rolled and his head went back. My cock continued to jump around in my jeans. I eased my weight off his pelvis for fear I would break it. He proceeded to turn his back toward me, ass level with my crotch. I grabbed his tiny waist from behind and picked him up off the floor and squeezed. His pelvis felt like a brittle potato chip. I began wildly thrusting my crotch into his ass, lifting him up and down off the ground. He moaned and told me to hump him. My heart thumped with the news.

"Ah, would love to," I said. With my hands still firmly gripping his waist, I pressed him against the wall and sort of in a snapping fashion, banged him into my crotch and into the wall, over and over again. His pelvis hit the wall nearly every time. The sound of bone against wood became audible. I felt his body begin to quiver, as if I might be hurting him. I stopped. He turned around, dropped to his knees, unbuttoned my jeans and engulfed my pole. Like an animal he frantically swallowed my entire cock and instructed me to cum in his mouth. I didn't.

We exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together again and to pick up where we left off. The next time we got together, 3 days later, I noticed small dark bruises around his pelvic region where I had rammed him against the wall. I apologized for what I had done. He smiled and said, "I never knew having my pelvis nearly broken could feel so good." We continued our bone fetish activities for months to come.