Gay Erotic Stories

First Time In Tights, Part 2 After that magical day, I was hooked. I had never had sex that was open, passionate and thrilling. My first time out and I had struck paydirt: His name was Rich; we were wild about each other; and the next few weeks were extraordinary. Usually he fucked me, but I loved that gorgeous butt of his, and one night he said it was my turn. By this time, we had both constructed special pairs of ballet tights with small slits in the butt and crotch. We like to get dressed apart; it heightened the desire. I would get dressed in his bedroom and usually lie there until he took me, but this night he said he was all for my pleasure. I loved to please him; I loved the idea that my tight butt was pleasuring his cock. By this time, since we decided to be lovers, we had gotten all the tests and we were both clear. Mmmm! That hot semen could finally go up my butt. I loved to swallow his cum (he especially watched what he ate so that it was delicious). I had grown so passionate about him, I now desired him without tights, too. It was in these weeks that I "came out," going out to dinner and the movies with him. I was his lover and it thrilled me. But tonight, was my going to be my night. After a light, romantic dinner and a little snuggling, he went into the bedroom to change. I had learned to keep my erections down (funny, with woman I had to fight to keep them up - usually by thinking about a man in tights), as I slid on my black tights. I put on black leather ballet slippers, a nylon stretchy belt fashioned from an old pair of tights (it helped keep the tights hiked up as we both liked) and a "poet" tunic. I opened the door. There he was. Sandy blond hair, green eyes on fire, and that gorgeous supple bod in a stretch white t-shirt and black tights. I looked at his bulge. I walked up and gently put my lips to his in a long kiss. I looked in his eyes. "I love you," I whispered in his ear. "I love you, too," he whispered back as his fingers ran down by back and over my butt. His fingers were electric. "Tonight I am yours." We kissed again, gently. I began to sink down, I heard my nylon rustle ever so slightly, but that sound turned me on. On my knees, his crotch was right there: a bulge in black nylon. I gently kissed it with my lips. I licked the shaft underneath the nylon. I took the waste band and pulled it down, his erection literally popped out. I began to suck and lick and kiss as he got into a slow rocking motion. I guided him by grabbing his butt with both my hands. Oh, how I loved that butt! I wanted to satisfy him, but it was my night and I was feeling a little bit selfish. As I guided him to the bed (navy velour - we both found it sensual) and we got into a 69 position on the bed with me on the bottom, I pushed his butt up a little so I could get at my quest. There it was, right in front of me, those two cheeks in nylon tights, soft, but firm and so gorgeous. I dived into his cheeks; there was the smell of nylon and a little from his crotch (we always got good and clean before wild nights like this). I kissed his ass (why is this a bad expression!) and licked and felt the nylon material with my lips, and then I stuck my tongue into the slit we had cut in the tights and began to lick. I could feel his body quake and shiver with desire. I licked for a good couple of minutes, darting and licking and flicking; in my short time with Rich, I had become a master. Guess I was a natural all along, because I always had a hard time satisfying women. I worked up from behind him and got him on all fours, his cheeks spread. I rubbed my crotch against his butt, the nylon rubbing together - my cock in his cheeks was lovely. I grabbed a little lube and a leather belt that was on the nightstand. I worked the lube in, and ran my hands over that beautiful butt. At that moment, although I wanted to fuck him like mad, a felt a surge of romance come over me and I lay down beside him; he went on top of me and we kissed and hugged like two teenagers. I stared in his eyes. "I love you, Rich," I said deeply, passionately and seriously. He smiled and kissed me. “I love you, too.” Wow, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I had previously lain in bed with girls I couldn't stand, mouthing the words "I love you" and trying to think of ways to keep my erection up. Here, on this bed, with Rich, both of us in tights, was the real me. I felt really alive. He kissed my ear and whispered, "Now fuck me." He then looked at me and smiled, picking up the belt, "But I want a little spanking first.” He rolled over and got into that all-fours position, his back a little arched. I poked his cheeks with my cock, first encased in nylon and then using the little slit, and worked my shaft into the crevice in his cheeks. I looked down at the beautiful ass: this is where I belonged. I picked up the belt and held his hips with one hand as the leather belt came down, smacking his nylon butt. He quivered a little, I was worried I hurt my lover but he turned around and smiled. "Harder.” I did it again; a smacking crack filled the air. And again and again, he began to rock with pain and pleasure. The smell of wet leather filled the air. He was sweating from the motion, pain and pleasure and his tights became clingy and moist, and the air filled with the smell of his crotch. I rubbed my exposed cock against his butt. The sweaty nylon felt wonderful. I quickly worked some lube into his butt. And then I guided the tip of my cock around his ass and finally up the cheek crevice. I searched and probed until I felt the slit and worked my cock up his butt. I looked down at his spread globe-like cheeks; I felt my nylon-covered hips against his soft nylon butt, and looked at my cock up his butt. I grabbed both his hips and we began to slowly fuck. He got in motion, and as we rocked in our dance of love, I slapped his butt. I looked down and noticed he was jacking himself as we fucked. I felt a little guilty that my lover had to pleasure himself, and I took his hand off his cock and replaced it with my own. The delicate clinging nylon was so sweaty and stretched (we fucked like bunnies in these tights) I could fully feel his cock encased by the thin material. We rocked in motion and he guided my hand to keep in rhythm. I felt the surge of cum and held back, and loosened by grip on his cock, holding off from cumming. I slowed my rhythm and lightly stroked his cock. We both started quivering and shaking with desire, and finally I couldn’t take it any longer and started a quick couple of hard thrusts and felt the hot juice spurt into his ass. I kept my motion and the cum began to run out of his ass. I quickly jacked him and slipped under him and pulled his tights down and covered his cock with my mouth; the hot cum shot into my mouth. I swirled it around like a fine wine and swallowed. We hugged and kissed. "We didn't cum at the same time," I playfully whispered. "We'll just have to keep trying,” he said. We held each other in our arms and drifted off to sleep. Me and my Adonis, in heaven.