Gay Erotic Stories

Very few people in my neighborhood know much about me. I like it like that. Yeah, they know me as “Brad, the guy who owns that mobile home park out near the county line.” I’ve had this place for the last 10 years. It’s a small park with space for about 20 homes located about a half hour drive from the big Marine base. I own several mobile homes in the park and I rent them out mostly to young couples. You know, young couples where the husband is a low-ranked jarhead plus a little white-trash wife who either has a Mc Job or stays at home nursing little rug rats.

Now at first glance my chosen occupation would appear unlikely for a confirmed sexual pervert/predator like me. I mean, what’s the point of setting up shop with a bunch of military breeders and their assorted pussy-wives and squalling brats, you ask? Why would a guy who loves nothing so much as power fucking a not-so-willing straight boy’s ass want to waste his time surrounded by these strutting, chest-thumping, hard drinking, stereotype wife-beating genres? Simple. I have learned that many of these boys have a secret that only they and I know: they want, no need, to be physically and mentally dominated in a way that allows them to give in to a hidden, sinful lust. A lust that, once given into, makes them crave humiliation and sexual degradation.

Now I’m not talking about plain vanilla, “you do me, I’ll do you” gay sex. No, sir! I’m talking about physical pain and emotional torture followed by balls out sucking and fucking that meets the needs of both the master and the slave.

So my name is Brad. I’m a master. This is what I do and how I do it…

Ricky Saldovar is a 20-year-old Lance Corporal who showed up a few months back with his lovely bride Tina and eighteen month old son in tow looking to rent one of my trailers. He’s easy on the eyes, about six feet tall, maybe 170 pounds with gray-green eyes and skin like burnished copper. As Marines go he’s in extra nice shape with sloping shoulders, awesome guns and a narrow waist that leads your eyes inevitably to his prominent package. He’d called and made an appointment to meet me in my home/office in response to an ad I’d run for a small two-bedroom trailer that I was renting for next to nothing. I liked his deferential tone and soft West Texas drawl on the phone. In person he got my attention from the get-go especially the way he bossed his mousy little bride around and projected that cocky macho image that I’ve learned from vast experience often marks those guys that I have a better than average chance of controlling and manipulating.

In the course of discussing the rental and getting his forms filled out I learned that he’d gotten married right out of high school because “ the stupid bitch forgot to take her fuckin’ pill.” He was properly impressed with my military background (I did a couple of tours in the Army Special Forces) and went out of his way to establish a rapport based upon our shared interests in physical fitness and all-around maleness. Apparently he’d been giving a lot of thought to becoming a Navy Seal and asked several questions about my own military training. When all was said and done we were both happy. He got a cheap rent in a fairly clean and safe place while I was reasonably certain that Ricky had, at the very least, an interesting potential.

So he and Tina and little Ricky moved in the following week. Of course, none of them knew that I had miniature cameras hidden throughout their new home.

First Impressions

The very first night I sat down to watch them after they’d spent the day unpacking and stowing their stuff. Ricky was lying on the bed in their bedroom in just his shorts as Tina put the baby to bed. He kept yelling at her to hurry up and finish with the brat because he was horny as hell and needed some attention. She’d yell back in frustration that she was doing her best and he’d slide his hand under his briefs and squeeze his cock in anticipation. Finally, she entered the bedroom and he told her to turn off the overhead lights and take her clothes off. There was still plenty of light from a small bedside table and I watched as she shed her nightgown and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Play with that pussy, Tina,” he said as he slid his drawers down below his knees and tossed them to the floor. She complied and he began to manipulate his cock with both hands.

“Suck on your fingers and put them in your cunt,” he hissed. “Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock you puta,” he said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I want your mouth now, bitch!”

Tina moved quickly to comply and began to fellate Ricky’s sizeable 8-inch cock with an air of resigned servitude. Even in the low light I could tell that she wasn’t into sucking off her Hispanic stallion. She moved up and down on his shaft with little conviction and, I suspected, little effect. Ricky, meanwhile, was exhorting her to eat his meat even as he fired up a joint and leaned back to enjoy her mouth-pussy. After a few perfunctory slurps he as obviously annoyed. He stood up and told her she was without doubt the worst cocksucker in the world. He ordered her to lay on the bed as he reached for a little brown bottle on the bedside table. After taking a hit of the poppers he got back on the bed and squatted over her face.

“Suck it bitch! Suck my fuckin’ cock you miserable cunt,” he bellowed. She tried again but it Ricky wasn’t satisfied.

“You want my cock, bitch? You want me to fuck your cunt? Well suck it, damn it. Suck me good and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he demanded. Tina whimpered and gave him a half-hearted lick that merely ignited his rage.

“You fuckin’ cunt,” he screamed. “Now I’m gonna do you so you’ll remember I’m the fuckin’ man in this bedroom,” he ranted.

He started slapping her--first across the face. Then he was mauling her tits. She started to protest, which only worsened her situation because he switched positions so that his ass was on her face and he had easy access to her exposed genitalia.

“Eat my ass out, you filthy cunt!” he snarled. Tina’s cries were muffled by his upper thighs and ass but it seemed she was doing her best to follow orders. Ricky took another hit of poppers and then began to play with and torture his wife’s pussy with both hands. He fingered her vagina vigorously before moving on to her anus, which he invaded with unlubricated fingers.

“That’s better, bitch. Lick my ass and open up your holes for me. I’m gonna fuck you so bad tonight that you’ll think my cock is on fire. You’re gonna give it up for me, you hear?”

With that he was up off the bed again and snorting from the popper bottle. He told Tina to get her ass up off the bed and to assume the position. She started whimpering again and he slapped her ass. She said she was tired and that he was mean. He snorted more poppers and manhandled her into the doggy position with her rump dead level with his raging penis. After several slaps to her ass he spit on his hand and slicked up his cock before ramming it into her unready cunt. Ricky hunched over Tina’s back and began plowing her pussy like a crazy man. He called her names. He pinched her tits. He slapped her ass and demanded to know if his cock was big enough for her. She was shaking and perspiring and begging him to stop. She said his cock felt wonderful and that he should hurry up and fuck her silly. He wasn’t convinced. He took another hit and then jerked his prick out of her oozing fuck hole.

“I know what you fuckin’ need, girl,” he said as he stepped back and pried her ass cheeks apart. “You need to have your butt fucked by this monster, don’t you?” he asked in a low and menacing tone.

“Oh, please, Ricky, don’t,” she said. “You’re too big and it hurts too much. Don’t fuck my ass. Do it in my pussy, please,” she implored.

Her pleas aside, Ricky knew what he wanted. I watched in horny fascination as this brown skinned stud unplugged his cock from Tina’s ass and with a growl thrust his engorged cock up her ass in one painful thrust. Tina began to howl before he had reached bottom but he did not relent. Instead he uncapped the poppers and leaned over her back to force her to inhale the intoxicant.

“Take a nice big hit,” he said. “I want that hole nice and warm and relaxed.”

For the next twenty minutes I watched transfixed by Ricky’s animal, physical brutalization of his wife’s shit chute. He was alternately vicious and teasing as he pounded the poor bitch’s asshole. Now he was biting her shoulders. Next he was mercilessly fingering her cunt. The sweat beaded and rolled off of both their overwrought bodies and still he was unsatisfied. Little by little, though, he was getting what he wanted. Tina was giving into his lust. She was meeting his forward thrusts with her own backward motion. Her sighs had turned into moans. She began to play with her clit and pinch her own tits. She begged him to open up her ass and fuck her stupid. She asked for and received several snorts from the greasy brown bottle. She wanted him to give her a cum enema. And, even with the less than perfect sound quality of my system I could hear that her ass had become a squishy, pulverized mass of quivering, needing ass flesh. Ricky was now slamming his rod into her as his hips became a blur. He rabbit fucked her for several strokes and then he’d slap her ass before he’d long dick her in slow and deliberate fashion. At the end she was blubbering and sobbing and hunching like the lowest Tijuana whore at the hands of an insatiable fuck machine. When Ricky finally withdrew his prick from her hole she didn’t even dispute his right to shove it into her mouth where he deposited several ropey strands of thick white cum. In fact, as he finished his equine ejaculation she came off his cock just long enough to beg him for his piss. With an air of supreme confidence and achievement, Ricky backed away from Tina and, screwing his eyes shut, sprayed her face and tits with a torrent of urine before collapsing on top of her.

Sunday Football

Much as I had enjoyed my first glimpse of Ricky’s home life, the next day was even better--at least from my perspective.

Having watched the previous night’s events I got a late start the following Sunday. I made a point around noon of knocking on Ricky’s door to ask if he and the little woman were getting squared away. He appeared shirtless and in shorts and allowed as how they had had a “really terrific” first night. He asked me in and offered me a beer. I graciously accepted where upon he told Tina to bring us two cold ones. We chatted a bit and Ricky mentioned that one of his buddies was due to arrive shortly for the Carolina game against the Falcons. We sipped our beers and talked some more. Tina was busy with something in the kitchen and little Ricky. As we talked I noticed that Big Ricky would not so subtly slap his hard belly and fondle his dick whenever he made eye contact with me. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was Ricky’s buddy, another jarhead named Steve who sauntered in and flopped next to me on the couch. He was maybe 18 and built like an ad for the Corps with a perfect buzz cut, tight t-shirt and even tighter cargo pants. Blond, tanned and oozing male sexuality, Steve made my dick point to the stars. I noticed that he and Ricky didn’t just say “Hello” or shake hands; they hugged and patted each other’s firm, round ass.

After Tina served Steve a beer I was invited to stay and watch the game but I declined and headed back to my own trailer. I had a suspicion that I needed to watch these two from the privacy and concealment of my closed circuit system. They did not disappoint me.

Lolling in my lounge chair with a joint and a beer I watched those two studs as they watched the game. Occasionally Tina brought more beers and snacks but for the most part she stayed in the kitchen or tended to the baby. After the game she set up TV tables and served the boys a big dinner in front of the tube. By nine o’clock she’d cleaned up the kitchen and Ricky told her to get some sleep.

Now things got interesting.