Gay Erotic Stories

John couldn’t quite remember what gave him the urge to do it, but he just came to the conclusion that it had to be done. So, it was into the bathroom, a good soaking and soaping in the tub, and then he took a deep breath, reached out for his razor and carefully and methodically shaved his cock and balls until they were smooth and completely hairless. Wow, what a feeling! He thought it might make him sore, but no way – it just made him rock hard! He knelt in the bathtub; his hands caressing the length of his swollen prod. The removal of the surrounding hair seemed to have made it grow at least an inch or more and the smoothness of his balls was yet another tempting pleasure zone. Before he knew it, he was close to the edge, his ball sac tightened and, groaning with excitement, he shot a great stream of thick hot creamy jism all over the bathroom tiles. He couldn’t believe it – he’d never come so dramatically before – it was exhilarating and deeply pleasurable. Looking down at his still throbbing cock, drooling cum, he knew he was on the verge of something. New thoughts were inside his head; new experiences were waiting to be fulfilled – a new life enriched by powerful orgasm. Little did John know then, as he wiped his fingers through the smear of jizz on the tiles and then took his first tentative taste of his own cum, just how much his life was about to change. Underwear, he thought, I need new underwear! How can a guy keep a beautiful shaved cock and balls in Y-fronts! So started the search for better “packaging”. Lycra for certain; thongs and tanga briefs by “Hom”,Y-strap thongs by “2 x-ist”. He enjoyed the shopping trip to the nearest mall where he was able to handle the items of his desire. He took care not to seem too interested and decided to but just a few items from different stores so as not to draw attention to the fact that he was amassing a collection of risqué underwear. Black or white? Either seemed sexy, though the white would really show every pulsating vein of his newly discovered package and push it right out front. He could hardly wait to get home to try them on. My, it was going to feel so good. Next day, the mere thought of wearing such underwear to the office beneath his suit made him almost too big to handle. He had to do some serious re-arranging down below and think cold showers to get things in (almost) the right place. The problem for John now was having what he used to think of as “improper thoughts” (i.e. fantasizing about a guy or daydreaming about hot manly sex), which could have him with a raging hard-on in seconds – his cock springing to attention and bursting the Lycra boundaries of its temporary enclosure. O.K. so it wasn’t too bad – there are a lot of things that go unnoticed under a desk at the office – but he knew all about what was going on and reveled in every occurrence. A shaved cock and sexy underwear was one thing, but – where and how did leather get into the equation? It must have been when John was idly surfing the web one evening. Suddenly a picture of an unimaginably hot leather guy hit him smack in the face. Jeez, he came almost on the spot! It was then he knew, he had to wear leather too, collect it, smell it, savour it, feel it, taste it, and adore it. This was what would really fulfill his longing. All these years he’d sort of known in the back of his mind that leather was a “turn-on” and he had several more leather coats and jackets than he really needed, but nothing like the garments this guy was wearing. It was as if scales fell from his eyes. A New World was opened to him. He spent the next few days and nights almost continually on the Internet, in a relentless quest for images of guys in leather: Handsome, dominant, muscular guys. Guys John wanted both to worship and fuck at the same time. It was time to do something positive. Get out his credit card, order some hot gear and hope the wait wasn’t too long. But where to begin? Only a moment was needed to wet his lips with his tongue before he clicked on a “favourites” page. A cock ring! A gleaming, stainless steel cock ring. For a few years now he’d been half-heartedly using a plain black rubber ring, which did the job O.K., but the thought of that gleaming beauty encircling the root of his cock sent him over the edge again. Gloves, they were next on the list. Tiny, tissue thin black leather cop gloves. And a size too small – he wanted, no needed, them to be ultra skin tight – so he would be able to feel every sensation through the micro-thin leather. Ordering them was only another click away. And so the list went on; slowly at first, but with increasing passion and discernment. Expectancy was high. The waiting was interminable. But soon things started to arrive. Discrete plain paper packages, which gave no hint of the power and ecstasy they contained. Packages that could be savoured and drooled over when he got home from those long days at the office. John began to count every second he was kept away from his prizes. Bit by bit, item by item the desired goods arrived. Each was tenderly handled, scrutinised, smelled, tasted, gloated over, and then carefully wrapped in sheets of soft black tissue paper and put away until the whole ensemble was complete and he was ready for the final dressing. That special day was a while in coming, but well worth the wait, for by then everything was prepared. There was all the time in the world – time for John to lose himself in an orgy of leather sex. Time to be transformed. Time to metamorphose from a lonely lad into a Leather Lord. The whole day stretched before him. He rose lazily, breakfasted lightly and then prepared his bedroom and the leather garments with meticulous care. Each glorious piece was laid out as an offering to leathermen everywhere, with reverence and care. Each shining glossy item had previously been fed with leather food and polished and buffed to its gleaming brilliance. The subdued lighting in the room, which came from guttering candle flames, added a frisson of excitement to the whole proceedings. The leather shone, glowing gloriously in the unearthly light. It sang to him. It willed him to become one with it. It was time! John left the room and showered and shaved. He wanted to make sure that every part of him was smooth and clean. He’d even had his head “buzzed” at the sides a few days before and now he scooped a handful of “wet-look” gel from a tub and slicked his scalp so that spikes of shining black hair stood atop his head like a lordly crown. He felt superb. He felt empowered. It was time for the dressing. He entered the room. It was hushed. There was a ritualistic silence about the place, a solemn reverence for the leather laid out before him. The smell of the new leather was intense, almost overpowering. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the delicious cocktail of animalistic pheromones exuded by the skins. He experienced an intense rush of excitement and anticipation as he drank in that heady aroma and felt a mounting sense of arousal. So it began. First, the gleaming steel cockring: He eased his cock through the ring, and then manipulated his balls through the constriction until he could push it down to the very root of his manhood. He felt the surge of blood engorging his member, the tingle and thrust of a growing erection. Then the gloves: He eased them on, not without difficulty, but once on, they were truly a second skin. They became part of him and he of them. He marveled at the look and feel of them. He licked them; tasted their saltiness, smelled their aroma, then let them fall, traveling across his torso, caressing and teasing his rock had nipples and enjoying the feel of the soft leather on his flat stomach. He rested his gloved hands on his hips and thrust out his cock. It was hard to keep his hands away from his now throbbing member, but he had to resist. There was more to come. John encircled his neck with a studded leather strap. Then came the chest harness. Its wide black leather straps falling from his shoulders to a central steel ring where stainless steel chains linked under his pecs to the ring at the back. My it felt good. The cool steel against his hot body was exhilarating and the feel of tight leather and chains on his upper body made his chest expand and his stance become more arrogant. It was at this point that John realised that there were choices to be made. Should he put on the studded codpiece leather jock he’d admired so much and waited so long to receive? No. Not this time: his cock was too rigid to be constrained and anyway, it looked too good to be hidden, even for a moment. And so to the boots. Those who are into boots will understand that this was to be a solemn and mind-blowing moment for John, for what he next beheld were the most beautiful leather garments he had ever owned. He sat on the edge of the bed and raised the first boot in his hands, caressing and fondling it as an object of desire. Forty-three inches of glossy calf leather boot-chap. Forty-three glorious inches of leather from the tip of the five-inch stiletto spiked heel to the waistband. He groaned both in anticipation and awe and then, taking a deep breath, began to slide his left foot into the seemingly bottomless shaft of pure leather heaven. Down, down, down it went, finally slipping into the base of the boot. With tender gloved hands he smoothed the gleaming black leather shaft around his calves and up, up, up his muscular thighs, so that the top of the boot caressed both his crotch and his ass, framing them both. Quick! On with the right boot. He almost couldn’t wait. But the same wonderful feelings and smells accompanied the pulling on of this boot. Once both boots were on, he had to stand to buckle the waist strap. The feeling of dominance and power as he stood on those five-inch heels for the first time was indescribable. He looked down at his booted legs, encased in glowing shafts of glossy black leather from pointed “sniptoe” to crotch. The view was wildly erotic. His cock quivered with excitement, his throbbing mushroom head purple with engorged passion and lust. His eyes sparkled with inner power as he threw back his head and revelled in the sight and feel of the boots’ magnificence. He fastened the waist strap which pulled the leather to just the right degree of tightness and gave that smooth figure-hugging gloss to his towering legs which meant so much to him. Oh the ecstasy! It was a good job John wasn’t in front of a mirror at that time, for the restricted view he had of himself was already pushing him close to the edge…and he didn’t want to cum quite yet. He wanted to experience the ecstasy of walking in those magnificent boots; to experience the thrill of hearing their sharp steel-tipped heels clicking on the floor as he walked. One more accessory was needed: the whip: the whip of a Leather Lord. For the time being this would be a four-foot single-tail lash with a very rewarding crack. One day soon, thought John, the cat o’ nine tails and the twelve foot bullwhip he’d ordered would arrive. (But that’s another story!) Oh! The majesty of holding the whip in his hands. The power! The over-whelming feeling of superiority and arrogance! His head was swimming with feelings of lordliness – he closed his eyes and in his mind’s eye he imagined slaves kneeling at his feet. Young willing cock slaves masturbating at the sight of him. He craved their worship and adoration. Worship of leather. Worship of cock. Worship of him. It was time to walk about the house, not as a lonely lad, but as a Leather Lord, Master of all he surveyed. The tightness in his chest was almost overpowering; he felt electric. Masterful. Dominant. Supremely in control. John didn’t know why, but he hesitated again at going straight to the full-length mirror in the hallway, he somehow wanted to delay the pleasure of that glorious sight. So he enjoyed the heady feelings of dominance as he strutted around the house, marveling at the feel and smell of the leather and steel encircling and encasing his new persona. It was like a drug…and he couldn’t get enough of it. Eventually though, he arrived at the hallway and gasped with amazement at the leather spectacle reflected in the glass before him. Was this magnificent, stunningly tall Leather Lord really him? Yes it was. He stroked his by now massively erect cock, then sensuously looped the whip around his engorged shaft, gasping at the feel of the plaited leather against the super-sensitive skin of his throbbing hardness. He moaned as wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure crashed into his brain. His balls tightened. He clenched his anal mounds as his hands uncoiled the whip, which fell to the ground in worship at his feet. He grasped his hardness with both gloved hands, pumping rhythmically as his dancing cock finally shot his load at the reflected image. What seemed like quarts of thick creamy cum spattered the mirror and continued to spew into his tightly gloved hands. He could hardly contain it. Jizz seeped over and through his gloves and began to fall in long thick viscous strings through his fingers. It dribbled onto the glossy leather shafts of his glorious boots, making them shine even more. The sight of this made him cum yet again. Moaning in climax, he lifted one cum-soaked gloved hand to his hot lusting mouth and greedily licked and drank in his hot creamy essence. He fell to his knees, exhausted, panting with the physical exertion and the intense emotional rush of the whole experience. He picked up the whip with his other cum-soaked hand, fingering it and smearing it with the cum still oozing from his gradually subsiding cock-head. He caressed the leathered whip-head between his gloved fingers, and then lifted it to his lips where his eager tongue flicked it sensuously before engulfing the knob in his hot, wet, lusting mouth. This was only the beginning of a day filled with leather and multiple orgasms. It was a day that would set the course for the rest of John’s life.