Gay Erotic Stories

He's obviously looking for a more immediate answer and I feel a solid slap from a tightly gloved hand across my face.

“I'm sure I know your answer but I want to hear it...well, kind of for legal reasons. You won't be able to say that you were raped, will you? Of course, you wouldn't be able to say much of anything for quite a long time if I decided to use these hard, gloved fists!”

“You see, many years ago I boxed and also did some street fighting. I was known as the dangerous man in leather gloves. I'm very good with my fists and I still get sexually excited when I work that way. But I've found some other fetishes that also excite me. I may get to teach you about those in the future.”

While he's talking, his hands in tight black leather gloves are behind my head, and they are now holding me so only my tongue can reach the mushroom head of his hard cock. I've dreamt about satisfying an incredibly hot man like this before, but the man tool in front of me looks more dangerous than any I've ever seen!

I begin to encircle the head of this long, thick cock with my tongue as I grasp a low hanging full ball sac with a gloved hand. I reach the other gloved hand up to roughly handle one of his big, erect nipples. He moans in a deep bear type growl and that's encouraging. Hell, I'm imagining receiving some thorough gloved fist work if I don't make this man happy!

He gradually moves my head closer to his pleasure pole and I begin to “try” to take his meat into my mouth. I'm not getting along well, so he starts moving the gloved hands forward on the back of my head as he forces his more than ready cock past my lips. I can't catch my breath as he begins to fuck my mouth forcefully. He's readying his hard, blood filled cock for some work down below!

“Come on, open up, you know you want it”, he says. I know I'm going to hear these words again later in the night, but another hole will be taking the assault!

I move the gloved hand down from his nipple and brush against one back pocket. I feel a piece of hard steel around six inches long. Damn, what can that be? As big and muscled as he is, he doesn't need a defensive weapon. I may learn more later.

He's finally ready, and as he positions me he takes out some lube to make things easier for me. Maybe he doesn't care but I certainly do! Out comes a rubber from a drawer in the van, and he slowly rolls it up his full shaft length. His hard cock seems to like this sheath as it jumps in and out of his gloved hand.

Now my priest pulls a latex glove over his tight black leather glove to grease my ass. I'm sure he's done this many times before before, as he squirts some lube up my hole and into the latex glove. Watching him massage this lube all the way up his pulsing shaft, well there's no doubt he plans to use every inch of that fine tool!

The conversation hasn't stopped. He's telling me of times twenty years ago when he was street fighting. The talk is stimulating to him and rather frightening to me.

“I loved to square off with a guy bigger than I. Most of the time he wasn't wearing gloves but sometimes he was. Now this won't sound very “priestly”, he said.

“One time this big fella didn't like my looks or my reputation. He came looking for me and had a pair of thin leather truck driving gloves. He kept telling me how badly he was going to mess me up as he pulled the skin tight gloves onto his thick hands. His bravado just made me more determined to really bust him up!”

“Poor man only landed two or three punches. I backed him up to a fence and took his midsection apart. Probably broke a few ribs. Then when he couldn't keep his hands up I went to work on his face. Two or three times I verbally abused him while I was tightening the gloves on my hard fists. You know, these thin leather gloves can really cut a man's face up when it starts to get bruised and puffy. The guys finally stepped in and stopped my work.”

I'm on my back in a Captain's chair as he begins to work latex covered gloved fingers up my hole. It's a blessing that he starts with only one gloved finger. But soon he has three fingers working up my hole, and he says I'm ready. Damn, I hope so!

My priest slips off the latex glove, tightens both gloves on his hands and raises my legs up onto his powerful shoulders. I feel his man heat through his gloved hands as he pulls my thighs toward him and rests the mushroom head of this thick cock against my hole. He's going to leave the skin tight black leather gloves on his bear mitts! That's the same way I like man sex, with both of us gloved!

As he begins to penetrate me he talking soothingly, encouraging me to take what's in store for me. He has chosen to go slowly, only just a little bit at a time. It's all I can take!

He finally gets the mushroom head in, and he congratulates me for doing so well. He reaches over, gets some more lube and squirts it on his shaft. I'm repositioned by this mature, thickly muscled priest and I know by his expression we're “going for the gold”.

I'm slowly penetrated to his full shaft length! I wasn't expecting this, and as I fight for my breath and hold back tears he moves in and out of me to full length each time. Over and over and over and over and over again, he thrusts all of this thick pulsing cock inside of me. Now he speeds up his thrusts and he's no longer moaning deeply but I hear an animal growl. He's a beast inside of me and the sounds I hear are that of an enraged bear! How can he be so big and hard?

I loose track of time as he continues to fuck me deeply. I'm sure the van is rocking on the outside as he thrusts and growls. I receive fondling of my hard cock and balls and my nipples. He doesn't need his gloved hands to hold me, and the onslaught of my hole continues. The priest is perspiring heavily as any big man would, and the thin, tight leather gloves are wet with sweat. That makes him even more sexy, if that's possible!

After what seems like forever in an experience of intense pain, passion and intimidation, he pulls out. He knows he's close as he removes the rubber. With a very few gloved strokes of his heavy cock he begins to squirt cum all over my chest and face. I close my eyes, but I can feel the warm streams of man juice landing on me! His sweaty, salty sweet cum in my mouth. Warm, thick streams of cum all over me from this hot gloved priest!

Here again it seems like he's going to last forever, but after a prodigious amount of semen he's finally spent. He bends down, kisses me passionately and smiles. Then, standing over me with his cock dripping he begins to tighten the thin, sweaty leather on his big fists.

“I thought I was going to get some resistance from you. I was very ready to use my gloved fists on you. The talk about my past street fighting got me really hot, and I wanted to do some work.”

He smiled and said, “Almost for sure, next time.”