Gay Erotic Stories

Hey guys, This is a true story. I'm 18 years old, and I know I'm one of those that they say is "too good looking to be straight" Truth is, I'm not...straight that is. BUT one thing I DIDN'T know, or wouldn't acknowledge about my self, was that I'm also into bondage and domination. I was a college freshman......just coming to terms with admitting to myself that I was gay, but too afraid to do anything about it. I don't mean to seem immodest, but I've always been considered good looking, and I have a cock, that, if it wasn't mine, I'd die for. Spring break came that year, and everybody had left, for the beaches or home. I was a thousand miles away from home, and financially, I just couldn't afford either. So, I found myself in my dorm, in the deep south, and all alone. The only people other than me there were the maintenance workers...Yup, they were all black. Being 18, what I most wanted to do was sleep, but one morning, I heard a key in the lock to my room, and the most magnificent black man came in. At first he was embarrassed, but being totally charmed by him, I was friendly, and told him it was okay that he came in to do some work on the ventilation. I was naked with just a sheet over me, and he knew it. We talked about soul music, and he sat down on the side of the bed, put his hand on my left thigh...and started rubbing and moving on up. I didn't resist, cause he was just about any white boy's wet dream cum true. He said, "Boy, there's something I've always wanted to do to a white boy. I guess it goes back to slavery days....and retribution.....can I do it with you? Hell, at that point, I would have let him do ANYTHING! I said...."Do what ever you want." Next thing I knew, he'd pulled down the sheet, and I was laying there naked.......and yeah :-) hard as a rock for him. He said, "Don't fret, white boy....I won't hurt you" And I silently gave him permission to do whatever he wanted. He left the room and came back with bungy cords, and he tied my hands and feet spread eagle to the four corners of the bed. I'd never thought about this as a sexual turn on, but, I got to tell you brothers..........I was as hard and as hot as I've ever been. But....he wasn't through. As I lifted my head, I looked down and he was putting a cord around my balls........tying it tight....until they were pushed out and almost to the point of being painful. Then he began working on my cock. Again...I lifted my head high to see what he was doing, and I saw him....putting rings around it....and buddy, each one was tighter than the other! I was at a point then that I'd never been before. It hurt, but it felt good, do you know what I mean? Then he laid down on top of me....and kissed me.....plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. Hey, I was about to burst, but the best was yet to cum!. He moved down from my mouth......kissed each of my nips, but bit on them just enough to get me squirming, and then moved south, to my bound cock and balls. I don't know what my balls were doing, but I know my cock was 50% bigger than it ever was before. But, just to torment me, I guess, he left my cock alone, and zeroed in on those balls that were bound so tight. I could feel him sucking......and although it hurt some, I urged him to take those throbbing balls into his mouth and suck hard.......which he did :-) Then he turned his attention to my cock, which normally is about 6.5, but I swear by this point was at least 8"....and thick as it has ever been in my life. He took the head into his mouth....and he sucked......MAN, he suck long and hard.....and as he sucked, he beat that huge piece of meat off...until I came bucking and throbbing into his mouth. And he kept on sucking.......until he knew I was dry. Then he laid back on top of me, and kissed me...with the most passionate kisses I've ever felt. Those kisses took away all of the pain I felt during the whole encounter. Again, I got to tell you he was the most magnificent black man I've ever seen. And that day was the first of many times we were together. I think about him a lot...his name was Roosevelt. I wonder if those times with me meant as much to him as they do to me now. True story, my friends.......the slave doing to the master what had been done to him. Love and peace, Aaron