Gay Erotic Stories

About me, I guess. I’m 5'9", 240, a little belly, call me a bear. But, I’ve been told I’m good looking, even “cute” by some. Been a bottom sense a “came out” in my late 30s. Though my experiences, and rare relationships, have been vanilla, I have a sub side that thus far has successfully hidden. But, yes, aching to come out.

When I get back to the hotel room about 7 PM after dinner, I pull the piece of paper with the number written on it and, of course, look at the phone for 15-20 minutes. “Oh, what the fuck,” I whisper to none one but me. I dial, partially....hang up. Few minutes later I dial the number.

A male voice answers: “Club Bear.”

I reply: “Hi, I’m in town and saw your Ad, but do not know much.”

The deep voice responds: “We are a private club that caters to leather bears, and those who love them. Are you a top or bottom sweetie.”

I almost hang up, but almost whisper, “bottom.”

“Do you enjoy being use?.” I hesitate, almost hang up again.

“Well, come on.”

“Yes,” I reply finally.

“Okay, let’s see. Yes, I have an opening at 10 PM, but you must be here on time.” He then asks my name and gives me directions. For the next couple of hours a lot of reasons not to go cross my mind. But the tingle between my legs told me otherwise. At 9 PM I take a shower, dress in black jeans, black t-shirt, and work boots, head out, hail a cab. I arrive at the address a few minute before ten. Its in a warehouse district, I see that the only sign is over the door, a painting of a bear in leather…cute.

I walked up to the entrance, knees shaking a little, and opened the door. Inside there was a small counter. To the left I see and entrance to a bar area; I can’t see much but hear a lot of talking and music. There is an open door frame to the right, with black painted walls, dimly lit.

“Can I help you?” the clerk, late 40s, cute, in jeans and a T, says.

“Yes, I have an appointment at ten.”

“Sure, I remember you. Sign in please.” I do. “First time here, right?”

“Yes, I’m from out of town.”

“Okay, go down there,” he points to the right, “Room 7, once inside take off all your clothes, and put these on, and wait.” He hands me a black blind fold and a leather cock ring. I hesitate. “Oh, honey, don’t worry, you’ll have the time of your life.” I take the things and slowly head through the door. Once inside, I notice small rooms with doors on each side of the dimly light hall. No one else is around, but I hear muffled sounds from a couple of the rooms, like they have pretty god sound proofing. I get to door 7, turn the knob not knowing what to expect. It opens, and I enter a small room, also lit dim, painted black, maybe 10 by 10. In one corner there is a sling, next to which there is a black cabinet with about 5-6 drawers, and a black chair

“Man, what have you gotten yourself into now, Bob,” I think. But, must admit, the sight of the sling gets my libido steering. “What the fuck,” I again say to myself the second time tonight. I undress, finding a hook for my clothes, but the cock ring on my now somewhat interested cock, and then sit in the chair and put on the blindfold. Complete darkness. About 10-15 minutes pass, and I’m starting to lose my inhibitions, thinking I should leave. But, I hear the door open and closed.

“Boy, where are your manners, stand when your Master enters,” I hear a deep voice. I do, sacred shitless. “Hmm, you are new here, right,”

“Yes,” I answer. To which I get slapped hard in the face, making my cheek red.

“You answer yes sir or yes master, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,”