Gay Erotic Stories

I had moved into a new condominium development directed toward equestrian enthusiasts. Besides the usual condo amenities there were stables, a paddock and riding trails and best of all a lot of neighbors in very hot riding attire. The bedroom of my new condominium was at the end of a unit overlooking the backside of another unit across a small courtyard.

The first night that I stayed in my new home I realized that the view from my second story deck looked right into the neighbor's patio and family room. The neighbors across the court didn’t close their curtains and were apparently unaware that I had a perfect view. Several evenings I sat on my deck with the lights out and watched as they returned from riding and, while still clad in their tight riding breeches and high leather boots, made oral and anal love on a large leather sofa in their family room.

I also have considerable riding gear myself and I began to wear my tightest lycra breeches and a pair of custom made tall heeled cuissardes and masturbating, all while watching their sexual escapades.

After about a week I met them at the pool as I was going for an evening ride. I was dressed in ultra tight black lycra breeches with leather seat and leg linings, a black lycra polo shirt, short very tight black kid gloves and tall black leather riding boots. They smiled as I walked past the lounges they were laying on and I stopped. We introduced ourselves and as conversation progressed I found out that his name was Jim and she was Marsha and that they moved to the development because of their love of all things equestrian.

They were both wearing lycra bikinis that didn’t leave much of their smooth somewhat androgynous bodies covered. His was an unlined liquid silver thong that revealed more than it hid and what it revealed was obviously rigid. She had on an unlined red lycra tank suit that allowed her nipples to be quite visible as well as showing off the lips of her pussy. My cock was starting to grow inside my breeches and I’m sure they saw it but they said nothing. Marsha smiled and spread her legs a little and I saw moisture spreading over the slightly moving lips of her pussy. I excused myself saying that I needed to get going on my ride and Jim responded that it would be nice if we could ride together sometime.

That evening after I returned from my ride I settled in on my balcony relaxing and waiting for my new neighbors to begin their evening lovemaking. Soon, the lights came on in the family room and I could see that the sofa had been opened into a bed and was covered in a black leather hide. Jim entered the room and lay on the bed. He was clad in light gray lycra breeches, matching jersey and a hood that had covered his head with cut-outs for his eyes and mouth, thigh high gray leather boots with tall chunky heels encased his legs over the thin, tight lycra and long cuffed gray leather gloves covered his hands. The bulge of his crotch indicated that he was hard and had tried to point his cock downward to prevent the breeches from tenting. He was panting and rubbing himself with both gloved hands.

Marsha entered the room clad in a full body, hooded, copper lycra cat suit and thigh-high, metallic copper PVC boots with 5” spike heels. Her arms were encased in shoulder length gloves matching the cat suit, but made from ultra thin, stretchy PVC. I could see the lips of her pussy through the thin tight lycra encasing her crotch and they were visibly quivering as she joined Jim on the bed with gloved hands between her legs masturbating. I had begun to rub myself with my tightly gloved hands, slowly sliding the tight, thin leather over the lycra covered protrusion of my erect penis.

Marsha’s lithe body moved with the liquid motion of a snake as she literally slithered over Jim’s slick lycra clad body. I watched, fascinated, as they squirmed together, thrusting their lycra clad crotches against each other and moving their gloved hands over the slick material covering their taught excited bodies. Marsha became really juicy when she was turned on; her pussy was even wetter than it had been earlier at the pool. Jim was also producing enough precum to stain the bulge at his crotch.

She straddled his booted leg, squirming and writhing, humping the glossy leather of his high boots with her wet cunt as she worked her way up to his bulge. Soon their wet crotches were together, sliding over each other as she rode his bulge. They gasped excitedly and kissed, letting their tongues slither into each other’s mouth as the intensity of their love making increased. The front of my breeches were now becoming as wet with precum as Jim’s and I was beginning to pant and moan, wishing that I could join them and lick the juices smeared between their lycra encased, booted legs.

Marsha suddenly gasped and her entire body seemed to quiver, the lips of her pussy spasming visibly through her thin tights as her orgasm began. She raised herself up from Jim and came down with her booted legs spread pushing his swollen lycra covered cock hard against her cunt. Then grasping her firm globe like lycra covered tits in his gloved hands and kneading them Jim began to buck as she rode him. By now I was coming close to climax and grabbed my crotch with gloved hands, squeezing and working my throbbing bulge. Marsha was nearly out of control, she was squirming and pressing her lycra-clad body tight to Jim’s, her anal mounds were visibly quivering and the wetness between her legs was spreading. Jim’s cock began to twitch and jerk and hot jism began to surge through the thin tight lycra of his breeches and smear over Marsha’s orgasmic pussy. Then, moaning, they moved to “69” position and began to lick and suck their mixed juices from each other’s cum smeared crotch.

My entire body shuddered and I joined them in climax, my own thick, hot, creamy juices spewing from my jerking cock and soaking through the thin black lycra of my breeches onto my tight leather gloves. I began to lick the thick juices from my gloves and fell back gasping onto the lounge. I realized that I’d left the lights on.

The next morning I found a note under my door. “We know you’ve been watching us and, if you’re not embarrassed, would like you to join us for a "Ride" this morning.” “Wear those tight breeches and wonderful over the knee boots – they make us hot.” It was signed "J&M".

It took about two minutes for me to put on my tightest riding breeches with a zip open crotch and my glossiest black cuissardes before crossing the courtyard and knocking on their door.

Marsha opened the door and greeted me “We’re so glad that you wanted to join us!” She was wearing a pair of red leather spike heeled thigh boots with long needle pointed toes over red lycra tights and a matching stretch satin crop top with blousy sleeves that ended in long barrel cuffs inside a pair of long cuffed red PVC gloves. I entered and let Marsha guide me to the “exercise room” where Jim was sitting on the opened, hide covered, leather sofa – the only piece of furniture in the room. The rest of the room was mirrored and there was a hardwood floor. Jim was dressed in black lycra breeches with zip open crotch, a very tight, long sleeved, rib knit, black lycra tunic with a Henley collar and broad black leather belt encircling it at his hips. He was zippering on a pair of knee-high dressage boots made of gleaming black French calf. I watched him tug the zippers making the boots close over his slim lycra clad lower legs. I was beginning to become hard. Jim stood and I could see that he was already erect.

“Welcome” he said somewhat breathlessly. Then he reached out and took my hand. I shook his hand and let him pull me toward him. His hand slid between my legs and over my bulge. “Nice package!” he commented “And, I love those high boots”. .

“Why don't you attend to our guest while I get the rest of our costumes?” Marsha commented to Jim. We laid on the soft leather of the sofa, he unbuttoned and removed my shirt while Marsha crossed the room and opened one of the mirrored closet doors selecting two black leather demi-hoods and a red leather domino. She placed domino onto her face and then came back to us with the hoods. I took a hood from Marsha and placed it over my head and Jim did the same with his after shedding his tight tunic. By now Marsha was kissing and licking my neck and had slid a gloved hand onto my bulge. No one seemed to be wasting any time! Jim’s erection was pushing at the front of his breeches - I reached out with my gloved hand and began to softly rub its knobby protrusion. Marsha had found the crotch zipper of my breeches and deftly opened it, completely exposing me from above my cock in front to above my ass crack in back. My hard member was standing straight up and one of Marsha's gloved hands was moving up and down my shaft slowly stroking me while the other was fondling the damp lycra covered lips of her own pussy.

Now groaning Jim grasped my head with his gloved hands and drew me forward until my mouth was on the wet outline of his precum drooling cock. God! I wanted to suck Jim’s cock! I grasped his zipper and opened it until his stiff, hairless, leather ringed prod was standing erect in front of my face.

“Yes!” Jim cried, “Suck it!” My mouth slid onto Jim’s shaft and at the same instant I felt Marsha’s soft lips slip over my cockhead. Jim’s slick salty precum was drooling into my mouth as I sucked him. Marsha moved her gloved middle finger over my cock collecting my precum and her saliva - making the already slick PVC even slicker. Then, she plunged the lubricated digit into my ass.

"Uhnnn Yeah!" I cried out my approval and squirmed against the probing finger, holding my legs apart to give her more access. Jim stood back and removed his cock from my mouth then grabbed my booted legs in his gloved hands – raising them as he knelt. By the time I realized what was happening my tall boot heels were on his shoulders, Jim had sheathed his hard cock with a lubricated condom and was replacing Marsha's probing finger while she opened my anus for him. “Yes!” I gasped, “Mount me! Ride me!” and Jim pushed forward impaling my tight ass on his slick, latex encased, cock in one thrust.

I lay back on the soft leather of the sofa rotating my ass as Jim worked his cock back and forth in my hole and started to lick the glossy leather of my boots. Marsha had slid her mouth from my cock and crawled on top of me with her crotch zipper opened - pushing the pouting lips of her musky cunt against my mouth. I began to suck Marsha’s clit, thrusting my tongue into her, tasting her salty juices as she squirmed against me. Moaning as I ate her, Marsha pushed up the lycra crop top and bent forward - I felt the smooth skin of her firm globular tits against my aching cock and began to tit fuck her. She gasped and worked her tits against my drooling erection then her head dropped between my legs and I felt her mouth back on my cock – her suction drawing me toward climax. Jim was also approaching orgasm and his thrusts were becoming deeper and more pronounced.

I clamped my ass tightly onto his cock and then released – repeating several times. Jim cried out, "Oh God! I'm creaming!!", I felt his cock begin to twitch and the first hot jets of jism shot into my hole. Now gasping he slid back withdrawing his dancing spewing cock from my anus and tore off the condom. Jizz spattered my buns and then he pushed his still gushing cock into Marsha’s mouth with mine. Jim’s hot jizz squirting over my cock brought me off and we both spewed into Marsha’s mouth.

Marsha’s climax had begun with the first jet of spunk in her mouth. I felt her spasms against my mouth and her twitching pussy clasped my tongue. Then, more salty, musky wetness filled my mouth as Marsha came. Both Jim and I had emptied our juices into Marsha’s mouth and now as she drew back gasping for air thick trickles of white jizz drooled from its corners. She turned and pressed her mouth against mine, I opened for her and let her dribble the combined juices into me then I lay back moaning and tasting the nectar of our ecstasy. Marsha straddled my booted leg rubbing her wet pussy against the glossy leather, softly kissing my chest and nipples while her gloved hand fondled my softening cock. Jim leaned over me, his open, panting mouth touched mine and his tongue flicked into me, we kissed and he lapped in our the thick love juices.

"Fantastic first ride!" Jim gasped.