Gay Erotic Stories

The next day Michael was back at work as usual. If it weren’t for the new clothes hanging in his closet, he could easily have convinced himself that the weekend had all been a dream, so far removed was it from his day-to-day existence. Nothing had changed in the ‘real world’, yet he constantly thought of Jeff, of the incredible sex they had had, and of the special man behind the leather mask. His supervisor was just as testy, and just as belittling as always, and Michael struggled to stay away from him, and get on with his job quietly. That night he sat himself down to eat, and absently flicked on the television. There on his screen was a very familiar face, and one that started Michael’s thoughts racing again. Jeff was doing a story on used car salesmen, confronting the manager of a car yard and demanding answers the man couldn’t give without incriminating himself. He was forceful and dominant, and Michael smiled. He turned down the volume and picked up the phone, dialing the number on the sheet of paper he had carefully put aside the previous evening. “Hello?” came a deep voice. Michael was taken aback for a second, and then realised. “Hello, Phillip? It’s Michael,” he said. Phillip’s voice brightened considerably. “One moment, sir,” he said quickly. Almost immediately Jeff was on the line. “Hello?” He sounded almost anxious thought Michael, unable to guess why. “Hi there, handsome,” he said brightly. “Watcha doin’?” Jeff laughed, “Sitting over the phone, willing you to ring, of course,” he said jokingly. “Yeah, right! That’s why you had Phillip answer it for you.” “Well, you can’t be too careful, you know. It might be a crank call, some pervert trying to get at me.” Michael lowered his voice, trying to sound like a dirty old man should. “There’s a pervert right here who wouldn’t mind getting at you right now,” he hissed. “Sounds good to me. How quickly can you get here?” Jeff matched Michael’s voice perfectly. “Sorry, stud, not tonight,” Michael said, giving up on his attempt at getting a rise out of his friend. “Besides, I’m busy watching some character on TV picking on a poor innocent used car salesman.” “Yeah?” said Jeff down the line. “Don’t you just hate the way they do that – never give the poor businessmen a fair chance!” Michael could hear the sarcasm and the mirth in Jeff’s voice. “True, still this one’s kinda cute, I suppose. I can just picture him in a harness and chaps, with a leather hood over his head. Now that’d be hot! I wonder what the salesman would think then, if he could see this guy begging to be fucked?” “You have no shame, Michael!” Jeff said, sounding hurt. Michael instantly regretted what he had said. “Hey, I’m sorry, I was just joking.” Jeff’s laugh rang out. “Got you!” he said, and Michael smiled again. “Okay, you win. I have to go, but I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” “You bet, stud,” said Jeff. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” And somehow, Michael knew he was telling the truth. For the rest of the week, they spoke every evening, and Michael struggled through his days. Jeff had begun jotting down a few ideas for stories when his break was finished, and put them in a memo to his secretary, even though he wouldn’t see her for weeks. He hummed to himself as he did, and waited eagerly for his daily chat with Michael. Phillip noted the change in his employer, and smiled. Friday rolled around and Michael called Jeff early that afternoon, as soon as he had finished work. He had been both hoping for and dreading this call all day. He desperately wanted to see Jeff again, but what if Jeff were busy, or did not want to see him? Jeff came on the phone immediately, sounding bright and cheerful as always, perhaps a little too cheerful, thought Michael, almost as if he’s forcing it. “Hi there, Michael,” he said quickly, “how was your day?” “Uh, the usual,” Michael said off handedly. “Yours?” “Okay. I’ve been thinking about some possible ideas to follow up when we go back into production, although I have to admit that I’ve been a bit pre-occupied, thinking about the weekend.” “Oh,” Michael responded quietly. “Do you have some big plans then?” There was a short silence on the other end of the line. “Nooo …” Jeff drew out the word, and uncertainty crept into his voice. “Why, do you?” “No.” It was as much a question as a statement. Jeff took a breath. “I was hoping you’d like to come here again?” he said, tentatively. Michael’s heart leapt in his chest again. “Yes!” he almost yelled into the phone. “I’d love to. I wasn’t sure if you’d want me back again so soon.” “Michael, sometimes I could scream at you,” Jeff said with a vengeance. “I was terrified you wouldn’t want to come! Get yourself over here as fast as you can, and bring that beautiful leather gear with you. And Michael,” he paused. “Yeah?” “Plan on being here ALL weekend! I don’t want you to go home until the absolute latest that you can, okay?” “Okay!” Michael replied happily. “Do you remember where the house is to get here by yourself?” “I think so.” “Okay. When you get to the front gate, just ring the intercom on the right hand side of the driveway and the gates will open for you. See you soon, gorgeous.” And with that he rang off, his whole body tingling with excitement and anticipation at having his man back again. Michael raced around his flat, getting himself together. He stowed his precious leathers in the carrier bag, showered and dressed in the clothes Michael had bought for him, and tidied up cursorily. The whole time Jeff’s voice rang in his ears – ‘see you soon, gorgeous’ – Michael was so happy, and so excited to be getting back together with Jeff again, he couldn’t get the smile off his face, or the hardness out of his shorts! Michael and Jeff were inseparable the entire weekend. With Phillip unobtrusively and benignly seeing to their meals and creature comforts, they explored each other’s bodies, and when they rested from the fantastic, erotic excitement of sex, they explored each other’s minds, talking long and meaningfully, getting to know one another more and more. Michael learned of Jeff’s hopes for the future, and his plans for more exposés on his show. Jeff listened intently as Michael told him of his impoverished upbringing and inability to finish his schooling. And they punctuated the time with joyous, abandoned, lusty sex. Each of them carefully, ritualistically, garbed his mate in the slick, oiled leather, and transformed himself into his alter ego as they indulged in pure erotic pleasure, arousal building slowly and sensuously to climax, and gently easing down again in each other’s arms. Very late on Sunday night, Michael stirred again. Jeff’s arms were around him, both of them still bound in leather harness and chaps, the sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies as they recuperated from another session of hot love making. “I have to go,” he said regretfully. “I suppose so,” echoed Jeff. “I wish you could stay forever, you know?” Michael smiled. “Thank you, Jeff. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever known.” “What did I do to deserve that?” Jeff asked with surprise. “Just for saying what you just did, and for letting me be with you. I’m not very smart, I know, but I do know when luck is on my side, and it has been since I met you.” Jeff’s heart ached. “That’s bullshit, Michael,” he said harshly. “Of course you’re smart. You’re one of the most intelligent people I know. You’re incisive, witty and charming, and honest as well. So you didn’t get much of an education? That doesn’t make you stupid, it just means that you can learn so much more if you want.” He stopped, suddenly, looking deeply into Michael’s eyes, and went on again. “You are a really special person, Michael, and I’m the lucky one. Lucky that you agreed to come home with me, lucky that you like me enough to come back again.” Tears began to form in Michael’s eyes, and he wiped at his face with his forearm. “Jeff, I can’t tell you how good I feel when you say that. I wish I knew the right words …” he stopped, breathing fast. “ … you make me feel important, and you mean so much to me.” Jeff hugged him tightly. He never wanted to let this man go. Michael coughed and spoke again. “Do you think I could, ah, leave my leather here? It’s heavy to carry, and I don’t feel like I could want it for anything unless you were around?” Jeff’s look was one of pure joy. “Yes, yes, of course. You know that means you’ll have to come back every weekend, so I can put it on you again?” “Yep, that’s what I figured,” Michael grinned slyly. “Perfect!” The following week was a repeat of the previous. Michael and Jeff spoke to each other daily, and Michael put up with work as best he could, counting the hours until he could be with Jeff again. Jeff tried to concentrate on notes and ideas, but his mind was constantly filled with thoughts of Michael: Michael dressed in gleaming black leather; Michael sleeping alongside him; Michael diving into the pool and spraying water over Jeff. He found himself wondering what Michael would think of this idea or that plan. He imagined what it would be like to have Michael around all the time, and his imagination told him it would be wonderful. Michael had managed to finish work around lunchtime on Friday. He planned to surprise Jeff by showing up early, so they could have even more time together. But disaster struck. Riding home that afternoon, his rear tyre blew out. Luckily, he was only going reasonably slowly, and he was able to keep control as he veered over to the side of the road, but as he did, he clipped a piece of timber near the gutter which spiked upward and broke his chain. He looked at the bike, disheartened. Nothing major, but he wouldn’t be getting to Jeff’s early after all. Pushing the bike into his regular mechanic’s garage, he showed the man the damage, and asked how long it would take to repair. “Not long, mate, but I’m stuck on an emergency job, and won’t be able to do it until tomorrow morning.” Michael was aghast. But there was nothing for it. The bike had to be fixed; he had no other means of transport, either to Jeff’s place, or to and from work next week. He left the bike at the garage and headed home. Jeff couldn’t disguise the surprise when Michael rang early. “Hi there, handsome, what’s up?” he asked happily. “Not us, at least not tonight,” Michael answered dejectedly. “My bike’s off the road until late tomorrow morning, so I can’t get there this evening.” “Oh, damn!” Jeff said with feeling. “I miss you already, stud.” There was a silent pause then Jeff spoke again. “Michael, I’ll come and get you. Forget about the bike for the weekend.” “I can’t. I need it for work next week and the garage closes on Sunday, so I have to collect it tomorrow.” “Well, I could still come out, that’s, um, if you’d like?” Another pause, Jeff not knowing whether to go on. He swallowed his fears and continued. “I could come to your place if you’d like. You’ve never actually asked me to do that!” Michael gulped. “I, ah, know I haven’t Jeff. But this place is so, um, small, and ah, well, it’s just that I don’t know that I want you to see where I live …” he finished lamely. “Okay,” said Jeff, “if you don’t want me there, I’ll accept that.” The hurt in his voice was plain. Michael agonised on the other end of the line. “No, Jeff, it’s not like that. It’s just that I’m scared that if you see exactly how I live you’ll be really disappointed, not so sure about us anymore.” “Don’t be stupid!” the phone exploded in Michael’s ear. “It’s not where or how you live that matters, but YOU!” Michael surrendered. He really wanted to see Jeff tonight, and Jeff had to find out just how poor Michael was eventually. “Okay, my man,” he laughed weakly, “come on over.” He gave Jeff the address, and Jeff assured him he would be there in an hour. During the time he waited for his lover, Michael worked feverishly to make the tiny flat as presentable as possible. There wasn’t a lot he could do about the ancient furnishings or the peeling paintwork, but at least the place was spotlessly clean and tidy. When a knock sounded at the door, he almost jumped with fright, and realised he was actually nervous as hell at having Jeff here for the first time. Michael opened the door tentatively, and Jeff rushed in, throwing his arms around Michael and kissing him hard. Michael slammed the door quickly in case one of the neighbours walked past. “So this is your palace?” Jeff said, a smile on his face as he looked around. “Don’t be funny,” Michael grimaced. “Okay, so it’s not a palace. But it’s your home and that’s what matters to me.” A flicker of a smile crossed Michael’s face. “You didn’t have any trouble finding the building?” he asked, trying to make small talk. “No,” said Jeff, “Phillip drove straight here.” A panicked thought struck Michael. He raced to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was Jeff’s car parked out front, presumably with Phillip sitting at the wheel still. “Jeff, anyone could have seen you coming in here!” he cried. “So? It’s not like I’m going into some gay leather club,” he smirked. “What’s wrong with visiting a friend? Besides, no one is likely to take any notice of someone getting out of a car and walking into a building.” “Around here, that car alone is going to attract plenty of notice, especially with a chauffeur! I’m surprised there isn’t a crowd gathered around it already.” “Tough!” Jeff declared. “Now, I’ve been thinking on the way out. We can’t let Philip sit there all night, and I guessed you only had one bedroom.” Michael winced again. “That’s okay. Do you have a spare bike helmet?” Michael nodded, confused. “Then how about we send Phillip home, and stay here tonight, and in the morning we’ll collect your bike and you can take us both back to my place?” Michael grinned. “You’d stay a night here voluntarily?” he asked incredulously. “With you around, stud, I’d stay anywhere!” “Okay!” Michael smiled. “I’ll let Phillip know,” said Jeff. “No!” cried Michael quickly. “I’ll go and tell Phillip. You stay here. Your face is a ‘national treasure’ around this area, and if you don’t want to be mobbed, I think you should try to avoid being seen outside.” Jeff laughed, and Michael disappeared downstairs to tell Phillip what was happening. As he walked to the driver’s side of the car, the window rolled down smoothly. Michael explained what was happening, and Phillip nodded. As Michael went to leave, Phillip called, “Mr. Michael. Mr. Jeffrey left in a hurry, but I thought you might like these?” He handed Michael a bag. Michael looked inside, and there were Michael’s cap and glasses, and Jeff’s leather hood. Michael grinned widely. “Not the full outfit, I’m afraid, but I suspected that might be a bit much to bring back on your bike,” Phillip said. “You’re a marvel, Phillip!” “No, sir. It’s you who are the marvel. You’ve done so much good by being with him. And you mean so much to him, sir. Thank you!” With that, Phillip rolled up the window, and the car pulled out into the street. Michael stared after it, his mind a mixture of emotions at Phillip’s words. That night, Michael and Jeff lay together on Michael’s bed, kissing and fondling. They savoured the slow and tender foreplay, taking their time to taste each other, to lick and nibble at chins and necks, to peel away the layers of clothes piece by piece and reveal the desirable bodies hidden inside. Fingers traced circles on chests and stomachs. Hands slid across backs and shoulders, or massaged at the firm round orbs of arse cheeks. Time seemed suspended as they undressed one another, and it was almost a surprise to them when they found they were both naked, embracing and aroused. Catching his breath, Michael looked up. He had been nibbling at Jeff’s nipples, lying face down between Jeff’s legs, which were around his waist, Jeff’s feet on his butt. He could feel the hard protuberance of his man’s cock pressing against his sternum. He lifted his eyes to Jeff’s face, just as Jeff looked down to see why he had stopped the delightful biting. “What’s up, stud?” Jeff asked, his eyes twinkling. Michael wriggled against his friend’s rigid member, and ground his own pelvis against Jeff’s thigh. “Don’t you know?” he grinned. “Funny! Why did you stop? I was really enjoying that,” Jeff nodded toward his own chest. Michael became serious for a moment. “I can’t find the words to say this right,” he started slowly, “but I just want you to know how special it is having you here, with me, in this place.” Jeff too became solemn. “Michael, I don’t care where we are. As long as I’m with you I couldn’t be happier, whether we were in a castle or a hovel.” His eyes began to smile again, “and your hovel is just fine by me.” He saw Michael’s hand fly around, saw the pillow flying at him, but couldn’t move fast enough with Michael’s weight atop him, to get out of the way. It landed with a ‘whumphhh’ on his head as they both laughed heartily, wrestling around on the bed and trying to get a grip on the other. A pounding through the wall, and a muffled “Shut the fuck up!” brought them back to earth. Michael looked apologetic. “Unfortunately it is still a hovel, and the walls are paper thin.” They fell back together again, mouths joined and lips locked as their tongues jousted, tasting each other. Their passion grew, their need became more urgent as they groped and ground at each other. “After the hovel comment,” whispered Michael breathlessly, “I don’t know whether you deserve the surprise I have for you.” Jeff looked puzzled, and Michael relented, reaching for the bag he had brought from the car, the one Phillip had handed him. Triumphantly, he revealed the leather hood and cap, and the sunglasses. Jeff’s eyes widened with delight, and his cock sprang back to rigid attention. “How…?” “Phillip!” “I should have known. He thinks of everything.” “He thinks the world of you,” Michael said. “He thinks even more of you, you know,” Jeff replied quickly. They kissed again, beginning slowly, but their passion built and soon they were writhing against each other, the urgent need pushing them forward. Michael took the leather hood and carefully pulled it into place over Jeff’s head, smoothing the supple black hide in place and then settling the black cap on his own head. He pushed the mirrored glasses onto his nose, and pulled the visor low over his forehead. The sight of Jeff, naked but for the black leather mask was incredibly erotic. “It’s not the whole shebang …” he started to say, but Jeff cut him off. “No, but it’s fucking good anyway. You look so hot in those glasses and cap. Make love to me?” So he did. Michael’s need was suddenly urgent, and it was matched only by Jeff’s equally compelling desires. Despite the lack of their beloved leathers, they were ‘Hood’ and ‘Visor’ once again, and they were together. Michael rolled a condom over himself, and quickly greased his throbbing pole with lubricating gel, then he swung himself around to sit on the edge of the bed and motioned for Jeff to straddle him. Jeff quickly settled into position, his feet on either side of Michael’s legs as he lowered himself slowly toward the waiting prong of Michael’s sheathed dagger. Crouching as he was, Jeff’s hole was open and ready when Michael’s cock nudged against the soft yielding skin. He grunted as his lover entered him, and ached with delight as Michael speared himself up into his body. Jeff dropped himself down onto that prick, and gasped for joy as Michael’s cock massaged his prostate and continued its invasion of his bowel. With his legs spread and Michael’s arms around his waist, Michael’s hands on his shoulders, Jeff allowed his weight to settle against Michael’s legs, as he felt the long steel of Michael’s prong bury itself fully within him. In this position, their faces were inches apart, and Jeff looked out through the slits of his leather mask to the blank mirrors of Michael’s glasses, barely visible below the shining visor of his cap. The power Michael emanated, his identity obscured, was so amazingly erotic that Jeff trembled with desire. Michael shifted his weight slightly, and involuntarily, Jeff threw his arms around Michael’s neck for support. He felt Michael’s arms slide down his back, to meet and join below his waist, tight around his butt. Michael hunched forward as he did, driving his sheathed weapon deeper into Jeff’s innards. Jeff let out a grunted “unhh” and Michael hissed a low “oh yeah …” at him in response. Before he knew what was happening, Jeff felt Michael lifting him, and standing up. Jeff’s legs wrapped around Michael’s waist, his ankles crossing above Michael’s butt as he leaned into his man even closer. He felt the strength of Michael’s arms below him, but even more, he sensed the power of Michael’s masculinity deep within him. And then Michael began to hump at him. Using Jeff’s own weight Michael bounced his lover up and down on his rampant pole, ploughing the rock hard meat fast and deep into the juicy receptacle that was Jeff’s gut. Jeff gasped with the force of Michael’s penetration, shook with aching desire, and clenched himself around the invading spear of flesh. Rocking Jeff back and forward with his hands, Michael pounded at him, thrusting harder and more powerfully with each swing. Jeff’s entire body was alive with the raw sensation of animal lust and he hissed encouragement in the form of whispered obscenities in reply to the grunting noises that escaped Michael with each hunch into Jeff’s body. The two men rutted furiously at each other. This was no tender embrace, but a thundering, crashing fucking, fuelled by pure masculine lust and uninhibited sexual passion. The friction on Jeff’s prick, sandwiched between his own body and Michael’s washboard abs, was intense, and it wasn’t long before the thumping, rocking fuck he enjoyed brought him to a peak. Unable to resist the intensity of the sensations washing through him, Jeff strangled back a scream, and let himself go, his cum gushing up in a fountain of white jism between the pistoning bodies. As his sphincter clamped tightly around Michael’s cock, Jeff felt his man shudder and then stiffen into rigidity, the rod impaling Jeff’s arse swelling even further. Michael held back as long as he could, and suddenly he exploded. “Unh, unh, unh, … AARRGGHHH!” he yelled as his balls emptied themselves into the latex condom and the squelching surrounds of Jeff’s hot wet belly. Losing his strength, Michael pitched forward onto the bed, carrying Jeff with him and pinning his partner to the mattress, driving his meaty stake deeper than ever into Jeff. Together they twitched in lessening spasms as their orgasms slowly subsided. Jeff’s heart pounded, his blood racing and making thudding echoes in his ears. And then he realised that the thudding was not only in his ears. It was coming through the wall! Pounding thumps reverberated as someone in the next flat protested loudly. As the two lovers collapsed together in stifled laughs, the only word Jeff could find was “Wow!” “Wow, indeed! And haven’t we given the neighbours something to talk about?” Michael giggled. The next morning they awoke together, and lay together, lazily playing with each other, fingers tracing circles on each other’s skin, lips brushing occasionally in tender kisses. Finally, Michael sighed. “I’m afraid there’s no Phillip to bring us breakfast, but I can make us some toast and coffee, if that will satisfy you, handsome?” he smiled. Jeff grinned evilly. “The only thing that satisfies me is right here,” and he curled his fingers around Michael’s now flaccid penis, “but toast and coffee would be good, too.” “I don’t know about this satisfying you,” Michael whispered, as he stood and waved his lengthening dick in front of Jeff’s hungry eyes. “Seems to me, you’re insatiable when it comes to that. Not that I’m complaining mind you!” Jeff simply smirked, and lunged forward to lick at the soft but growing flesh of Michael’s manhood. But Michael pulled back and grinned again. “Oh no you don’t! Breakfast, my man – and around here you have to help!” They ate slowly, in no rush to go anywhere. Michael showered and dressed as Jeff lay on the bed watching him, admiring the lithe, fit body as it went through the normal routine of the morning. “The bike should be ready soon,” said Michael, thinking aloud. “Why don’t you take your time, have a shower and get ready while I pick it up, and then we can get on our way and head back to your place?” “Michael – “ Jeff said, his face giving away his mixed emotions. “ – would you like me to come with you?” Michael burst out in laughter. “Yeah, sure, we’ll walk down to the garage hand in hand. That’ll get the whole suburb talking!” He looked to Jeff to join in the joke, only to realise Jeff had been serious. A feeling of guilt came over him. “I’m sorry, Jeff, I didn’t realise you meant it. You know how well known you are. You couldn’t possibly manage to do it without being recognised, and having to answer all kinds of questions.” “I know,” Jeff said, looking glum. “It’s just that I feel so, I don’t know, guilty I guess. And trapped too. I feel like I’m sitting here like some upper class snob, and sending other people out to do my work for me. And I’d love to be able to walk around the streets with you, as your friend, just to be with you.” “I guess being famous isn’t so great after all. Don’t let it upset you, handsome. I don’t mind, honestly. I’ll only be a little while, and we can get out of here,” Michael re-assured him. Less than half an hour later, Michael was back with the repaired motorbike. They placed their beloved headgear in the carrier, donned the helmets and hit the road. Jeff was exhilarated by the feeling of riding pillion. With the helmet on he couldn’t be recognised, and the wind rushing through his clothes as they sped towards the city felt great. He held on to Michael for support, leaning into his man and wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist. It didn’t take long for him to realise that he could easily reach down and grip at Michael’s cock, kneading the flesh through his jeans, and feeling the growing hardness of that special part of Michael’s body that he adored. As well as that, he was getting aroused himself, and he pushed his body forward, feeling his chest and his groin come into close contact with Michael’s back. He rubbed himself up and down as he held close, turning them both on. They stopped at a set of traffic lights, and Michael leaned back to him. “You wanna be careful there, sunshine! Too much more of that and I’ll lose concentration, and we’ll be off the road.” “What a way to go!” Jeff laughed. As they continued their ride he kept up his teasing, enjoying it immensely when he knew that Michael could do nothing to stop him, and that they were in full view of the other road users who had no idea what he was doing. Finally they reached the house and Michael pulled into the driveway, up close to the intercom and keypad. Jeff leaned over and punched in the code, and the heavy gates swung open before them. As they parked in the garage and let themselves into the house, Phillip was waiting for them. “Good day, gentlemen. I trust you had an enjoyable evening? There are cool drinks on the terrace when you’ve changed, and towels by the pool.” “Thanks Phillip,” said Jeff. Michael simply smiled. ‘I could get used to this,’ he thought to himself. To be continued… Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com