Gay Erotic Stories

it was a saturday night and i was being my usual raunchy self. the single life appeals to me and i have learned how to do it well. so i was working the bar like a horny gay man. this performance—as such it is—consisted of posing suggestively, walking boldly, and drinking madly. the intention was to portray a low-life stud ready for your good cheap time. i was wearing work boots, an open flannel shirt, and jeans falling off my hips.

they buy this obvious and shameless act. believe me.

anyway, i was in full force. i was cruising in time to the thumpa-thumpa and it was getting to be the hour to pick somebody. not just anybody—because anybody can do that—but somebody who would be an adventure. for me. for the night.

one night only.

i picked him because he was out of place. a preppy. pale blue polo shirt tucked into designer jeans. shortish straight blond hair. wire-rimmed glasses. very clean cut. i thought he might have a good body under those strange clothes. he definitely was a little nervous. he kept taking quick sips from his beer.

maybe i should move closer to scope out the prey.

i took up a position about fifteen feet away. the bar was not so crowded that my view—or his—would be blocked by the others. leaning against the wall, i scanned the crowd aimlessly—in that non-obvious way we have—until my peripheral vision picked up that i had caught his attention.

i did the usual bit. ignore him. smile and wave at someone across the room. note that he followed my line of sight to see who i was waving at. remind myself that my smile is one of my best features and not to use it too often. check out the crowd some more. look anywhere but at him. go back to drinking my beer. change my pose. let my gaze drift casually over to where he was standing. see that he sees me watching him. move my attention over his face, chest, crotch, chest, face. look him straight in the eyes for five seconds. look away.

well, you know how it works.

was he interested now? of course he was.

i figured i had to make my move soon. he was too skittish to stay in the bar much longer.

time for the attack.

i sauntered over to the bar, ordered a shot and another beer, paid and flirted with the bartender, tossed the shot down, grabbed my beer, and walked deliberately back to where i had been standing before. i stood there long enough to determine that he was still staring at me from time to time. i pushed myself away from the wall, walked over, and planted myself directly in front of him.

“hey.”

“hi.”

“my name’s ray.”

“dan.”

we shook hands.

“i haven’t seen you here before.”

“i don’t come here much.”

“where do you usually go.”

“to the bistro.”

a very fag piano bar. jesus.

“did you go there tonight?”

“yes.”

“was there anybody there?”

like i would care about those people.

“no. it wasn’t very busy.”

“what brings you to this den of depravity.”

“i thought i might see my friend here.”

yeah. right.

“is he here?”

“no. i haven’t seen him.”

“maybe he’ll show up later.”

“maybe. it’s getting late for him to be out. he’s probably gone already.”

“you never know. some guys only like to come in here closer to closing, when it gets busy.”

“i don’t know. i haven’t been here that much before.”

“well, it’s an entertaining little place. i’m sure we can find something to amuse you.”

he was edgy, shifting his eyes from me to those who pushed past. every now and then those wandering eyes drifted down to my opened shirt. i aimlessly—but intentionally, of course—lifted my hand and rubbed my chest. he saw that. i know it’s a sexy move. it’s worked before.

i had a pretty good idea that he was on his way to being hooked. the ones without much experience aren’t that difficult to catch. and i judged him to be someone without much experience. at least, not much experience in this kind of bar, or with someone like me. well, i was ready to broaden his horizon.

when some guys tried to push behind me, i moved closer to him. i acted like i had to reach out and hold on to his side to keep my balance. i didn’t step away. and i kept my hand on his side.

“it’s crowded in here.”

“yes.”

“let’s go out on the patio.”

“i should probably go home.”

what?

“do you have to work tomorrow?”

“no, but i should go.”

you’re not going to get away that easily.

“no. wait a few minutes. your friend might show up.”

i still had my hand on him. i moved it up and down. he got more nervous, but not so nervous that—after a few seconds—he couldn’t put his hand on my side outside of my shirt, right above my hip.

i let it rest there for a moment. when he started rubbing my side, i carefully reached over, pulled his hand away, and moved it inside my shirt to my bare skin. he started to feel me. i could tell he was breathing a little more heavily. he was still nervously watching the crowd, but every now and then he glanced down at my body. we had stopped talking.

when he looked into my eyes, i smiled.

he never really had a chance.

we went back to my place and had sex. it was alright. he did have a nice body. a sturdy boxer type. his dick was o.k. too. regular length and a little thick.

we did the usual stuff.

he didn’t say much in bed, but i picked up that he liked it when i talked. especially when i talked dirty.

at the end, i was leaning back against the headboard while he sucked me off. i was holding onto the sides of his head and shoving his mouth up and down on my cock. he was jerking himself off. i was saying things like “suck my dick” and “you like sucking my big hard cock, don’t you.” he came while he was blowing me. then i pushed him back and jerked myself off over his face.

he wiped himself off, dressed, and left fairly quickly.

well, i thought, that wasn’t an entirely wasted evening.

after that night, he would appear in the bar—every two or three weeks maybe—and we would go back to my place and fuck.

it wasn’t a complicated relationship.

i think we both liked the disparity. i was big and hairy. he was shorter and clean-shaven. i obviously worked outside and he obviously worked in an office. i was bohemian and extroverted and lived downtown. he seemed middle-class and reserved and probably owned a house out in the suburbs. we didn’t discuss these things outright because we never talked about anything personal. but i could tell.

we didn’t discuss anything at all, actually. i didn’t know anything about him but his first name. it wasn’t about anything but sex.

it was simple. when we saw each other in the bar, he would not come over to me. he would wait for me to walk over to him. he didn’t suggest going home together. i told him when we were leaving and he would put down his beer and follow me out the door. when we got back to my place—and we always went to my place—he would wait for me to make the first move. he would wait for me to pull my cock out and push him down to his knees. he would wait for me to tell him to get up and go to the bedroom.

once we were there, he would continue to take my direction. it was clear that he liked me being in charge. he liked it when i ordered him around and told him to do things like suck my cock and lick my balls. it was no surprise to me that once i started fucking him in the ass—on our third “date”—he was a natural bottom.

sometimes i did wonder why i was doing him, why i was interested. i mean—really, when you get down to it—it was probably because he was easy and available on evenings when i just wanted some meat. because i liked his dick, yeah. because i liked the way he looked when he was giving me head. because i liked the way my cock looked when it was splitting his tight pale ass.

mostly i think it was because he was so very . . . vanilla. i think i got off on him because he was a little too clean to leave alone. he was quiet and middle-class and nice, easy and blond and blank. not my usual bill of fare.

i didn’t know for sure why he was there, what his reasons were for coming home with me time after time. maybe he thought i was easy too.

not far off the mark there.

but i don’t think his easiness was the same as my easiness—the easiness of the ready-to-fuck-anytime. i think that for him it was less effort to come there and wait for me to show up than it would have been to play the bar games or to meet someone new. whether or not he was recently out, it was certain that he was not a practiced gay. he had not learned the customs of our all-gay world.

and—mirroring my own perversion—i think he came with me because i was somehow not clean and nice. i was the corrupt and vicious seducer made him do those dirty things.

i liked to be seen in that role.

even after we had been doing stuff for a while, sometimes he still acted like he was a little nervous around me. i didn’t mind. it flattered me to be seen as dirty and bad and a little dangerous.

i always wanted to be thought of as a sexy bad man.

there was only one time when we did not meet at the bar. he turned up on my doorstep at one a.m. on a friday night. if i had done something like that to someone else it would have been at three a.m. and i would have been drunk on my ass. but he was sober. when i opened the door he said “hi” and i said “hey” and he said “can i come in.” i said yes, and before long i was unbuttoning his shirt.

we were standing in my living room. i was pulling his shirt open to get at his chest and he said “turn off the light.”

i ignored him. he pushed my hand away.

“turn off the light. people might see us.”

now my apartment was on the third floor—the top floor—of an old building. from my living room window i could see another apartment building facing us across the alley.

“i don’t care,” i said.

“i do,” he said.

whatever.

i left him there, turned off the light and went back to what i had been doing. he pulled away.

“they can see us,” he said.

“no. they can’t. the light is off.”

he tried pushing me away and i had to grab his arm and hold him. since i was bigger and stronger i could grab hold of his hair and push him down. i held him down while i undid my pants and got my cock out. he kept trying to pull away while i kept trying to force my dick into his mouth. i started to get into it. forcing him, i mean. i got it into his mouth a couple of times but he wasn’t going to do it. he fell backwards.

oh, to hell with it.

i pulled him to his feet and took him to the bedroom. i could tell he wasn’t really as eager as he had been before to have sex, but he sucked me for a while and then let me fuck him. i was rougher than usual. i grabbed his ankles and pushed his legs far back. he had his eyes squeezed tightly shut. his hands were clutched into fists and he held them against his chest. i looked down and saw his hard dick lying back against his belly. i watched the red head of his dick push up against the blond hairs on his stomach with each stroke while i was fucking him. i focused on it.

i liked the idea of being the dominant one. he took direction very calmly. some guys go out of their way to make you work hard to prove you’re a top, but he didn’t. he just did what i told him without fuss. “take off your clothes.” “sit there.” “close your eyes.” “play with yourself.” “suck my dick.”

he did what i told him to do because he was so well-behaved. it was almost like politeness on his part. he didn’t want to be difficult.

he was a well-mannered and polite young man who would do what i told him.

it was an odd kind of trip. i didn’t try to make him do things that were extreme. i mean, i didn’t try to get him to do things that were more extreme to prove that i could make him do them.

do i have to spell out for you what those kinds of things are? i thought not.

but i began to wonder where i was going with it. i would think about possibilities.

what i could do with him.

sometimes when i was lying in bed at night i would go through fantasies. i imagined the usual—tying him up, slapping him, pissing over his face. and although i could work myself up into a fantasy that would get me hot and bothered enough to jack off, i knew that none of these ideas would come off and be quite right.

i would have to wait for inspiration.

so much of my life works itself out like that.

another night.

did i say one night only? well . . .

we had gotten back to my apartment. once again, i started to undress him.

“turn off the light,” he said.

i paused and looked out the window to the apartments opposite. there were several lit windows.

but it’s the unlit windows which hold the watchers. were they watching now?

i can be an exhibitionist, but then i can do most anything. if i am in the toilet at the bar and some guy or guys start to feel me up and do things to my body, i am not averse to being watched. but i do not get off because i am being watched. i get off because some guy is blowing me while two other guys are feeling up my chest and ass. it isn’t having the audience that turns me on.

when dan and i were standing in front of the window, i was neither interested or disinterested in having sex for the neighbors to see. but i was suddenly interested in his fear of being seen.

how could i use this.

wait, ray. calm down. think.

i checked out his expression. is that anxiety, or what? what is it that he’s afraid of. he’s afraid of something.

don’t rush it. think.

yeah, be understanding. score points.

“come here,” i said.

i led him over to the couch and turned off the light.

“nobody can see us over here.”

he glanced nervously over to the window. i figured i should appear to be nice, so i sat him down and undid his pants and put his cock in my mouth. as i worked on it, i undressed him. i blew and massaged and stroked him until all his clothes were off while i was still dressed. i made a point of not paying any attention to my own dick.

in moonlight, against my black leather couch, his blondness was a rush to see. he was so pale. the hairs on his chest glowed.

i got lost for a second.

i kept telling him how hot he looked in the moonlight. he was buying it.

i meant it, but i was also using it.

since the window was open, and there was a breeze, the curtains were wavering into the room. it was romantic if you were a sucker for that kind of thing.

he was.

i kept working him over, from cock to kisses. he was getting more and more excited.

at one particular moment i was working his cock over especially hard. he groaned loudly.

i got an inspiration.

i quickly stopped what i was doing with his cock and clamped a hand over his mouth.

“be quiet,” i whispered. “the neighbors might hear.”

he glanced in panic toward the window.

“shhh,” i said. “just be quiet.”

i went back to work on him, to get him going again.

now i’m going to get you, i thought.

i kept his cock hard with my mouth, then i would shift and kiss him deeply while i stroked his dick. his breaths were short and quick.

he really had a hard time keeping quiet when i got my fingers wet with my spit and started to work them into his ass. he whimpered as i pushed them in. i was blowing him to get my spit built up, so that when i would take my fingers out of his ass and put them in my mouth, they would be dripping and slippery when i took them back to his ass.

i built up the action. i got rougher with his ass. he couldn’t keep quiet.

“shhh,” i kept saying. “somebody might hear.”

he was having trouble keeping it together. he had to keep quiet. i was telling him to, and he wanted to. but then i was also turning his asshole inside out. and blowing him. poor guy.

i kept working his ass while i blew him until he came. he came hard but screamed through jaws clamped shut. there was also a short stifled cry when i pulled my fingers out of his ass.

“do you know what i should do.”

“what.”

“i should hold you here and turn on the light and let everybody watch me fuck you.”

there was no reaction as he considered.

“you wouldn’t do that.”

“why not.”

“i wouldn’t let you.”

“you couldn’t stop me if i wanted to. i’m bigger than you.”

“i would leave.”

i held him down.

“you couldn’t leave.”

“let me up.”

he said this without struggling or even attempting to rise.

“no.”

he narrowed his eyes and considered me.

“you’re not very nice sometimes.”

“i know.”

two weeks later. we were in the bar.

it was time for me to take him out of there, but instead of informing him it was time to go, i put my hand over his crotch. he pushed it away.

“stop.”

“no.” i put my hand back. he pushed it away again.

“don’t. you’re embarrassing me.”

“nobody cares.”

“i don’t like it.”

“i don’t give a fuck.”

“people are watching.”

“so.”

“i don’t want them to see me.”

“they don’t care.”

”i care. i don’t want them to think i’m that kind of guy.”

“what kind of guy.”

“cheap.”

“and you’re not?”

“no.”

“but i am.”

“you’re different.”

“how.”

“you’re used to this sort of thing.”

“so i’m a whore and you’re all clean and innocent.”

“i didn’t say that.”

“but it’s what you meant.”

“you can do what you want, but i can’t.”

“why not.”

“i just can’t.”

“aren’t you being a little holier-than-thou.”

“no. i just want to keep my reputation.”

i laughed.

“it’s too late. you already have a reputation if you’re seen with me.”

“you know what i mean.”

“no. i don’t.”

he thought.

“what we do in private is one thing. i don’t want to do that stuff in public. it’s not nice.”

“sucking my dick is not a nice thing to do anyway.”

he looked at me.

“people don’t need to know what we do. it’s none of their business. and besides, somebody might see us.”

“everybody might see us.”

“i mean somebody who knows me.”

“if they see you in here it’s because they’re out hunting for the same thing.”

“yes, but i don’t want them to see me.”

whatever. talk, talk, talk. i grabbed his hand and dragged him out of there.

that night i made him lick my asshole for half-an-hour.

as it turned out, an old fuckbuddy gave me the idea i had been waiting for.

mike was someone i had done two or three times before. one afternoon when i had nothing better to do i hit the bar early—about two—and sat drinking. he came in, we stayed there for a while getting looped, and then he suggested we go back to his place.

i told you i was easy.

although i’m sure you would really like to hear the sordid details of that encounter, i will get to the point.

we had been all over the bed and the floor—doing everything—when he pulled out his toy chest. we were each going to get a dildo and fuck each other and ourselves. while rummaging through his equipment, he found and tossed aside a leather hood.

it was one of those that covers your whole head. on the upper part was a leather strap that snapped onto both sides of the hood. it could cover your eyes, or be removed. there was another leather strap that did the same over your mouth.

the black leather of the hood reminded me of the black leather of my couch which reminded me of dan. i pictured him wearing the hood. i thought about that blond boy wearing a black leather hood.

“can i borrow this?”

“yeah. now get over here. do you want two separate ones or the double-header?”

the next time dan was over . . .

“there. now i don’t know who you are.”

his hands went to the sides of the hood. i hadn’t put the straps over his eyes and mouth, but everything else was tightly covered.

“i can’t breathe.”

“i’m not surprised.”

he looked at me through the square eye slits. such pretty green eyes.

don’t get caught up in that, ray.

and don’t give him time to think.

i pushed his head down onto my cock.

now that he had something to keep him busy, he forgot about the hood. mostly. i kept the leather under my hands as i pushed his mouth up and down. he was polite as usual. i got impatient. this wouldn’t do.

“sit up.”

i got the leather rectangle that was meant to cover his eyes and snapped it into place. he didn’t say anything.

“go back to what you were doing.”

he got busy on my dick again. i let that go on for a while.

i thought.

i pulled myself out of his mouth and laid him back on the bed.

time to play games with the blind. time to disorient him.

i let him lie there, without doing anything to him, until he had to speak.

“what are you doing.”

“wait.”

i walked around the bed, staring at him. it was a nice sight. i stroked my dick.

but this was all for his benefit, not mine, so i got to work.

i lowered myself onto the bed as quietly as possible and started to blow him. i got him worked up.

then i got off the bed.

i let him lie there and wonder where i had gone. i crept about the room, looking at him and massaging my dick.

i reached over, put my fingers in his mouth and made him suck them.

i took them away.

i stood there silently and stroked myself some more.

i grabbed his shoulders and roughly flipped his body around so that his head was hanging upside-down over the foot of the bed. i bent over the bed, stuck my dick in his mouth and made him blow me.

i took my dick out of his mouth and pulled him further down. his head, shoulders, and arms hung down toward the floor between my legs while i chewed on his tits. i worked my way to his dick and devoured him.

i stopped and backed off, leaving him hanging down. he was gasping. i grabbed his arms and quickly turned him part of the way around, so that he was lying at an angle across the bed.

i did all this to the end of making him realize that he couldn’t see, that he had lost touch with his surroundings, with what was going to happen next.

lie there and wait, you innocent thing. let me watch you turn your head, trying to figure out where i was standing or what i was going to do to you next. let me see your hands pat the sheet, lift up into the air, searching.

“ray?”

i didn’t say anything.

“ray? where are you?”

i stood there in silence and stroked my dick.

he sat up on the bed. his hard dick stuck up from his crotch as he lifted his hands to take off the hood.

i quickly stepped over and pulled them back down.

“no.”

“i can’t breathe.”

“breathe through your mouth.”

i held his wrists. his head hung down.

“what are you going to do to me?”

i chuckled.

“whatever i want.”

his head lifted slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

“i’ve been thinking. you need to do something different.”

he grew still, waiting.

“will you do what i tell you?”

he only took a second to think.

“yes.”

“are you saying ‘yes’ just to be a good boy, or are you saying ‘yes’ because you really want me to do something to you?”

i shouldn’t have made the question so complicated, but i was thinking off the top of my head. it took him a moment to sort it out.

“because i want you to do what you want to me.”

“but aren’t you a good boy?”

well, i figured i owed him an easy one.

“yes.”

“you are?”

“yes.”

“do you know what happens to good boys? do you want ray to tell you what happens to all the good boys?”

he shrunk away from me. why?

he wouldn’t reply.

i tightened my grip on his wrists and i leaned in close. i whispered.

“all the good boys go bad.”

he took this newsflash in silence.

so.

time to show him how it happens.

“come here.”

i pulled him off the bed.

as soon as he realized that i was leading him into the next room, he drew back.

“no.”

did he know what i had in mind?

“come on.”

“no.” he pulled back further.

“they’re not going to know it’s you.”

“no.”

“do you think you’re the only guy i’ve done this with,” i lied.

“what?”

i stood close before him. our cocks brushed against each other.

“i’ve had lots of guys up here. i get them up here and put this on them and fuck them. i get them right here in front of the window where anybody can look in and see us.”

“no.”

“yeah.”

“i don’t want to.”

“i don’t care whether you want to or not. you’re going to do what i tell you. because you’re a good boy. and good boys do what they’re told.”

“no.”

“do what you’re told.”

“no.”

“do you want to go? do you want me to kick your ass out of here right now? because if i have to do that, you’re not coming back.”

and, thank god, those were the words that worked. he eased up, ever so slightly. i pressed my advantage.

“come on. nobody’s going to know it’s you.”

“they’ll see me.”

“they won’t see you. the light is off.”

actually the light from the bedroom fell through the door and lit up my living room. anybody watching from the other side would be able to tell what we were doing. if they were watching now, they would have been watching that scene of me pulling him forward and him pulling back, both of us naked and erect.

“come on.”

i pulled his hand, hard.

he let me.

i led him over. i stood sideways about six feet in front of the window. i pushed him down.

“now suck me.”

he did what he was supposed to. but he wasn’t getting into it.

until i started the talk.

“yeah, come on. that’s a good cocksucker. you like that, don’t you. you like sucking on that big dick. you like sucking on a big dick with people watching, don’t you. some guy is over there right now watching you get down on my dick. he’s watching your mouth suck me off. and he’s getting all hot and bothered watching you. he’s starting to rub his dick too. he’s going to pull it out and start jerking on it while he’s watching you suck me off. he’s going to get all hard watching you and he’s going to think about you sucking him off too. he’s going to think about grabbing your head and forcing it down on his dick and making you suck him off. you’d like to suck him off, wouldn’t you. you’d like to take his big dick in your mouth and suck him until he’s creaming in your mouth, wouldn’t you. yeah, he’s over there right now watching you blow me and it’s turning him on. yeah, i can tell it’s turning you on too. play with your dick while you’re blowing me. go on. do it. yeah, you’re getting all hot, aren’t you, thinking about him watching you. yeah, jerk on that cock of yours. you’re getting all wet, aren’t you. you’re getting really hard. thinking about that guy watching you blow me. yeah, let’s put on a good show for him. come on, suck that dick. yeah, do it. do it. yeah.

“come on. stand up. put your hands here. on the sides of the window. yeah, like that. lean on it. now he can see you head on. he can see your hot body. he can see that nice hairy chest of yours. he can see that dick of yours hanging down there. he can see all of you but he can’t tell who you are because of that hood. he doesn’t have any idea who you are. you’re just some hot guy he’s watching. yeah, let me work that ass of yours open. yeah, you like that, don’t you. you like me sticking my fingers up your ass. you like that, don’t you. hold yourself up with one hand. get the other one on your dick and start jerking off. that’s a good boy. i’m going to work my fingers in and out of your ass and i want you to jerk off while he watches you. yeah, like that. he’s over there watching you. he’s watching some hot guy in a leather hood jerk off while some other guy works his fingers in and out of his ass. yeah, he’s going to get so fucking turned on watching you put on a show for him. he’s watching you jerk on your cock right now. he’s looking at your hot body and that leather hood and watching you jerk on your dick. he’s getting as hot as you are.

“you’re about there, aren’t you. yeah, keep thinking about him watching you. he’s got that big hairy dick of his in his hand and he’s about to shoot watching you. yeah, he’s getting closer. he’s jerking on that cock of his like crazy while he’s watching you. he’s getting ready to come while he watches you. i’m shoving my fingers up your ass while you’re jerking on that big cock of yours and you’re going to come and he’s going to see you shooting that big load of yours up across the window and he’s going to shoot his big load off while you’re jerking on your cock. yeah, i think i can see him. yeah, he’s getting ready to shoot. yeah. there he goes, baby. he’s shooting a big load of cum right out. yeah. there it is. it’s shooting out of his dick, man. come on, beat your cock, man. come on, give him a good show. yeah, do it. do it. yeah, come on, man. he’s looking at your cock. he wants to see you come. he wants to watch you. yeah, do it, man. do it. do it now.

“yeah, there you go.”

well, that wasn’t difficult.

a couple of weeks later i was in the bar again. again. and dan walked in, got his beer, and leaned up against the bar.

something was different.

i watched him for a while. and then i saw him go over to some man and start talking to him. he and the guy conversed for a few minutes.

i could tell dan was putting the moves on him.

his hand went out and touched the guy’s chest. the guy smiled. dan pulled the guy over to him by his shirt and kissed him.

they talked a little more and then i saw the guy go to the bar. i strolled over to dan.

“how’s it going.”

he smiled.

“good.”

“i haven’t seen you out the last couple of weeks.”

“i’ve been out.”

“i haven’t seen you.”

“i’ve been here.”

and?

“nice jacket.”

“i thought it was time i bought a leather jacket.”

“you look good.”

“thanks.”

by now the guy had returned with two beers and was looking at me like ‘who is this?’.

i checked him out and turned back to dan.

“new friend?”

“maybe.”

“maybe. you don’t know?”

“not yet.”

“well, good luck.”

“thanks.”

i leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“if this doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.”

he smiled again, and spoke so the other guy could hear.

“not tonight,” he said. “i’m busy.”

good boy.

welcome to the life.