Gay Erotic Stories

I’m Adonis 21/6’2”/75kgs/8”uncut/blonde/green eyes/smooth muscular and gay. By birth I’m an Australian but my father migrated to India five years ago to work for an MNC and eventually settled here. Life here is beautiful. Especially because of the warm and friendly people out here. My sex life is pretty normal and my buddy and I have sex almost twice a week. Sex was all smooth and gentle. We lie naked beside each other for hours when my father is out on a business trip and I am alone. We fondle each other, some times suck the others cock or ass-fuck slowly at a gentle pace. Sex for me was never rough, hard, dirty and bizarre until, a year ago my teenage buddy, Steve happened to come to India from Australia for a holiday trip. Steve and I studied in school together and were very close friends. When I moved over to India the person I missed the most was Steve. Mostly because he had been my only resource to satisfy my teen lust, curiosity and desires. We used to fondle each other and sometimes, though very rarely, sucked each other dry. We were in our sixteens then and never ventured beyond this. After moving to India we tried to keep in contact through letters but each time I received a letter from him, I missed him very much and felt damn guilty of having left Australia. Soon we gave each other mutual consent to find our respective buddies and thus ended our communication. The silence continued for two and half years. Then one fine day I received a letter from Steve informing me of his visit to India. The news hadn’t thrilled me much but it did recreate memories of my teens. The images of our lean naked bodies lying side by side on the cot with his hands slowly fondling my penis and nuts and me whispering horny things in his ears. Well, a month passed and Steve arrived. I went to receive him at the airport and we both were surprised to see how each one of us had changed over these years. Steve looked extremely sexy and hot in his shades, tight jeans, hat, and a waistcoat over his cotton shirt that had at least half the buttons open, giving a good view of his hairy muscular chest. He wore high-heeled pointed leather shoes and it seemed as if he hadn’t shaven since a week. He looked more like a cowboy from Mexico or Texas. Steve was equally surprised to see me transformed from that shy lean boy to a smooth muscular stud all neat shaven and smartly dressed. We embraced and then proceeded home. Fortunately, dad was out on a business trip to Singapore and we had the whole bungalow for ourselves. Once home, I showed Steve his room and suggested him to take a shower while I make some supper for us. I switched on the television and we started chatting. In the beginning it was all about life in Australia and India but before long the chat centered to our sex lives and we both confessed to each other that we were gay. This however was no reason for us to jump into a hot sexual encounter. On the contrary the evening was spent watching TV with hardly a word or two spoken between us. Dinner was a quick affair and I escorted Steve to his room where we sat and planned out the next day, when I would take him around to see this wonderful city of Bombay. We finally bid goodnight to one another and I returned to my room. But sleep seemed to be the last thing I could get. I couldn’t help fantasizing about us together. Finally I could take it no longer and opened the door of my room only to find Steve standing there in his boxers. Steve gave me a smile noticing the obvious tent that had developed on my crotch. He was sporting a similar one. He said he wouldn’t get sleep and asked whether we could watch some porn movie together. I invited him in and went straight to my closet and took out a huge suitcase filled with gay porn flicks. I selected the one with lots of passionate and gentle smooth sex. Put the video on, removed my vest to retire to bed beside Steve in my boxers. I was unconsciously making attempts of attracting him towards me. The movie soon got me hot and aroused. But Steve began to laugh and started making fun of the characters and the way they were having sex. Soon I got irritated at his constant remarks and what started as a pillow fight and proceeded into wrestling eventually resulted in a passionate kiss. We simply couldn’t let each other go. Each of us held the other tightly while our tongues delved into the depths of our mouths giving us the taste of the others spit. The room echoed with loud slurping sounds as our mouths engaged in mutual mastication. After some time we parted and Steve stood up and quietly went back to his room. I was feeling guilty of having ruined our friendship again. Just when all seemed to come to an end things were actually starting up. I was about to retire to bed when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it I saw Steve, all dressed in leather. He had put on leather shorts and waistcoat that were hiding his suspenders. He had on a cap that resembled one worn by cops and also had gloves on his hands with his fingers sticking out of them. Most striking of all he wore heavy boots that seemed to belong to a factory shop-floor worker and he had a bundle of leather straps in his hand. He gave me a horny grin that almost melted me like wax. All this action now gave rise to a mountain in my boxers. I let him in without any questions. All I expected was some bondage and lots of kissing and petting like we did in our teens. But what I got was an overdose of such a kind that addicted me to a New World of gay sex. The totally uninhibited one. Steve moved swiftly and caught my head by the hair and we embraced in a deep passionate kiss again. Only this time I had the arousing scent of his sweat mixed with the smell of leather that further heightened the lust in me. He seemed to be in the mood of taking over the reins and I had simply no objections. He spread my hands apart and tied them to the curtain panel over the door. He then tied my legs to the stoppers at the bottom of the doorframe. I was spread out like an eagle feeling free and liberated. What he did then set my pulse racing and my heart pounding. He removed a carving knife from his waistcoat and ripped off my boxer shorts into pieces. Thoughts of him having changed into a psycho or something crossed my mind. But he put the knife away and came close to me. He kissed me again and slowly moved down licking my nipples and then circling around my abdomen hole finally hitting the hot spot- my dick. He looked at it for a while and in one hard stroke took all 8” of mine in his mouth. But he wasn’t gentle at this at all. While doing so he scraped the skin of my dick with his teeth. This was so damn painful that despite of all my efforts to suppress my voice I let out a whimper. This seemed to offend Steve and he rose and delivered a tight slap on my face. He ordered me to cry out loud on sensing pain. He got back to work and sucked my cock roughly; occasionally giving it love-bites on the head and around. He also took my nuts in his mouth one at a time, soaked them in his spit and then blew cool air over them. I was ready to shoot the first load of the night. My nuts rose in their sacs to prepare for firing my ejaculation. But this was not what Steve wanted. He retreated and pressed the head of my dick real hard between his thumb and forefinger so as to suppress my ejaculation. He did succeed in his endeavor but it gave me such immense pain that I nearly tested out my vocal cords to their full potential. He then removed his boots and tied the lace of them around my nut-sac and let the shoe dangle like a pendulum. This stretched the my nuts like never before and I could feel their pain of separation from my hot dick. Steve got back in action. He held my ass with his hands and started moving my pelvis to and fro so as to fuck his mouth with his cock. He made loud slurping sounds that filled the room. One more sound that filled the room was the loud thud that the boot hanging from my nut-sac made on hitting Steve’s chest. The shoe swung like a crazy yo-yo. Finally I could take the pain no longer and pleaded Steve to relieve me of the pain. Steve pulled the lace hard, undoing it. With no waste of time, I shot a whole load of cum into his mouth. He kept teasing, squeezing and pulling my nipples real hard as if he was milking a cow or the likes of it. Then all of a sudden he rose and kissed me giving me for the first time the taste of my cum. It tasted damn good and I explored his mouth with my tongue to find some more. We separated and Steve left the room leaving me exhausted and fucked out and hanging at the doorframe. He soon returned with a bottle of red wine that was very much in contrast with his actions so far. He put on some sensuous music and untied the straps on my arms and legs only to tie the arms behind my back and the legs together. He threw my body on the bed, opened the bottle of wine and took a gulp. He neared his mouth to mine and then kissed me thrusting his tongue between my lips and letting the wine slip in. He repeated this a number of times till the bottle was almost empty and we were all drunk. But the show wasn’t over yet. Steve caught me by the arm and made me stand on the carpet. Then he pushed me so that I fell on the carpet. He raised my ass up in the air with my legs bent from the knees and my face slammed against the carpet. He removed his shorts and placed them near my face so that I could smell the sweet scent of precum from them. While he was doing this I got a view of his enormously thick 9 incher hanging in the air. It as all coated in precum and was rock hard. He aimed his dick right at my asshole and in what seemed like a single long struggling thrust he let all his 9 inches into my depths. Before long my hole gave up and he could now push his dick in and out, though with great difficulty. My head spun like crazy feeling all the pain. I started giving loud moans and hissing sounds for each thrust and retreat he performed. He started pumping real hard and soon was ready to cum. But Steve didn’t want this to end so fast. He complimented me for the tightness of my ass and said that he wanted to savour it more. So he did to his nuts the same thing that he had done with mine. It sure seemed a tried and tested method of delaying a man’s ejaculation. Having done this he was back in action. He attacked my bunghole with renewed vigor and roughness. He stretched my ass buns wide apart and started pumping like a pile driver into me. The painful part was that every time he thrust his hot iron rod into my puckered hole the boot swung wildly and hit my dick and nut-sac. This lasted for at least half an hour after which his pace evened out, the rhythm slowed down and my ass hole had grown all sore and red. Feeling satisfied he pulled the lace and shot his hot load in my ass hole. He stayed in it kneading my buns till his dick went limp. He then pulled me up and held me against the wall. He started rimming me and pushed his tongue into my hole so as to retrieve his cum. As if that wasn’t enough he pushed his three fingers into it and scraped the walls of my tunnel to get his cum. Then he rose and kissed me giving me a taste of his cum. His cum tasted salty but delicious. As a favour I even licked his fingers and his dick clean. By this time my dick was hard again. Steve untied me and laid me on the bed. He stroked my dick and jacked it off to deliver what was my second load for the night. It took longer then expected but the load was immense considering it was the second one. Steve rubbed my cum on my chest and more around my nipples kneading them and then sucking and blowing over them. Finally we decided to retire to sleep. I lowered myself and took Steve’s semi-hard dick in my mouth and dozed off. I woke up in the morning feeling a choking sensation. I found out that Steve’s dick had grown rock hard again all ready for a blowjob. Giving him the hot blowjob he rightly deserved, we went for a shower together. Steve suggested that we have a piss bath before we start the shower. I was simply ready for almost anything now. After we wetted ourselves in our golden showers, Steve turned the shower on. We washed for nearly an hour wherein we kissed and held each other for long intervals of time. We soaped each other rubbing and exploring what was left of our naked bodies. For the whole day we roamed about the bungalow naked. We watched many gay erotic movies and imitated some of the acts the models performed. We kept wrestling, kissing, fondling and experimenting all kinds of things. Steve was especially creative in his experiments. Once while I was cooking food for lunch, he removed a cold cucumber from the deep freezer greased it with butter and put it up my ass hole. He pushed it in and out all the time I was preparing lunch. Dinner was a grand salad feast, which was served on my naked body. Steve took nearly an hour arranging the salad on me. Then he lit a candle and placed it on my chest, which was the only other thing that stood erect on my body the whole time. So that I could savour the moment later, Steve brought his camera and for nearly half an hour photographed me from different angles. Then he tied his hands behind his back and dinner began. He used nothing but his mouth to eat the salad and also feed me the same. Having finished dinner it was time for desert and so I took a huge bowl of ice cream and we went to my bedroom. We watched hard core porn flicks and licked ice cream served on each others crotch, abdomen holes and nipples. I really loved the sensation of his tongue licking the melting ice-cream right from my ass-hole to the underside of my dick. The night was spent in my bed talking and whispering sweet nothings. The feeling of having his hot body embraced to mine is the one I shall cherish all my life. Steven comes to India every summer and we have continuous days of sweaty, rough, hard and bizarre sex. He often sends me leather apparels and these are usually accompanied by his nude pics that I treasure in my closet.