Gay Erotic Stories

Right on time there was a knock on my hotel-room door. I looked through the peep-hole. Not bad. He was tall and slender, a slight muscular build with dark hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. He had a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow growing on his face. Nice.

I opened the door. He had a small overnight bag in his hand, presumably with the shorts and flip-flops. He held out his other hand and introduced himself as Matt. I shook his hand and before I was to let him in, I needed to make sure that we were still on the same page. "So, Matt, we are in agreement. For the next eight hours you are submitting yourself to be my personal slave, to do anything that I ask without question." He only nodded his head. "I need a verbal response, Matt. I want to be sure that we both understand what we're getting into and that there are no misunderstandings."

"Yes, I'm willing to become your personal slave for the next eight hours," he added and we shook on it. I told him that he was to respond to my requests with "Yes, Master," and he agreed. He began to enter the room, but I quickly stopped him.

"Strip." He looked at me with a quizzical look as he was still standing in the hotel hallway and anyone could come up upon as at any moment. I repeated more firmly, "Strip!"

He responded, "Yes, Master," and handed me his overnight bag. He then slowly bent down and began to untie his shoes. He removed his white Adidas sneakers one by one and handing each of them to me as he finished. He looked up at me and I nodded. He reached down and took off the white anklet sock off of his left foot and then off of the right. He handed both socks to me. He now stood barefoot in the hallway of the Marriott.

"Keep going," I encouraged him. He looked around the empty hallway. We were down a side hall and not in the main hallway that lead to the elevator, but still anyone could have rounded the corner to see Matt standing there, slowly undressing. He reached with both hand the bottom of his T-shirt and slowly brought the T-shirt up over his head. As he did this his smooth, tight stomach came into view followed by his strong pecs lightly sprinkled with dark hair. He handed me his shirt. Matt again looked around. I could tell he was getting nervous. He only had his pants and boxers left to go. When he was sure the coast was clear, he reached for his belt and began to slowly unbuckle it. He then slowly unbuttoned his fly and lowered the zipper. He took another cautionary look around and then slowly slipped the pants down over his hips and down his legs, pulling each foot out of each leg one at a time. I held out my hand and he handed me his pants. He was now standing in the Marriott hallway clad only in his blue and green plaid boxers. I have to admit, it was a sight to see. It was all I could do restrain myself.

We heard a door open and some people talking. Matt froze. He was scared. He tried to come into the room, but I again stopped him. The voices were moving away from us. He had a look of relief on his face. He looked at me with pleading eyes but I gave him no solace. "Off," I said. He hesitated for what seemed like a long time. He didn't look around this time, but tightly shut his eyes and slowly lowered his boxers. As his boxers crept down his legs, the stem of his dick started to appear. You could tell he took care of his body as his pubes were nicely trimmed. As he continued to remove his boxers, more of his thick, average-sized dick came into view. He pulled the boxers from his feet and quickly handed them to me. His hands then quickly went to cover his privates. "Hands at your side," I ordered. He stood there, now naked, shaking, either from the fear or from the little nip in the air. "Turn around slowly." He started to turn to the left. His ass was firm and perfect in every way. I could see the strength in his back and in his legs. When he returned to face me, I let him in.

To be continued…

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