Gay Erotic Stories

My first experience happened a long time before my I was 18, and thus can’t be told here, so I will tell of a tale when I was 19.

One summer I was staying at my parent’s home while they were away for a long holiday. It wasn’t much of a hardship, as I could laze by the swimming pool all day. It was well secluded, and as a family we usually didn’t bother about swimwear, unless our guests were shy. Anyway, one particular day that summer I was in for a shock. I was sprawled over a sun bed lapping up the sun when I heard the front door bell. I nearly ignored it, then thought better of it, picked up a wrap and went to answer it. I peaked through the glass, and saw it was Uncle George. He wasn’t only an uncle, but he had also been best man at my parents wedding, and he and his wife still spent a lot of time with mum and dad.

I opened the door. “Hi, Uncle George. What can I do for you? Come in.” He was a little taller than me, and beginning to get bulky round the waist, but didn’t look like his fifty years.

“Hi, Jon. Your aunt’s away for a few days, so rather than have the two of us living alone I thought I would come and keep you company, if that’s okay. And the thought of the pool didn’t even enter my mind!”

I laughed. You could spend time with a lot of worse people than Uncle George; the idea appealed. “Good idea, Uncle. Get your bags, and come on in.” He went back to his car, opened the boot, and took out two suitcases. “Hey, you sure Auntie Mary has only gone for a few days?” I joked, “You can have your usual room. I’m going back out to the pool.” I walked back outside, threw the wrap back on to the ground, and lay back on my sun bed.

After a few minutes I heard a muffled cough, and looked round. Uncle was standing there in swim shorts. I blushed as I remembered George and Mary were, despite their long friendship with my parents, one of those couples for whom we had to cover up. “Oh, sorry Uncle. I forgot. I’ll just go and get…”

He interrupted me, “No, Jon. It’s fine. It’s your house; you should be able to do as you want. Anyway, I think its Auntie Mary who feels more embarrassed.” I noticed as he talked that he was looking more at my pelvic area than my eyes. My cock tended to have that effect on people. Flaccid it was still seven inches long, and thick. My balls were built to match, and the whole area was thick with black curly hair.

“Okay, Uncle, but only in you take your trunks off. It’s a great feeling, I bet you’ll like it.” I expected a no, but instead he agreed, and slipped them off in front of me. His tackle was about the opposite of mine, with a small thin penis, and small balls. “Hey, grab a sun bed, and lap up some sun before lunch.” He lay down near me, face down. I was lying on my back, with dark sunglasses on, so I could study him without him realising. He had a really nice bum, still tight but huggable. I wouldn’t mind finding my cock in there. Unfortunately my cock seemed to be thinking along similar lines, and I could feel it lifting off my balls as it grew erect. I had never had an older man before; the more I thought about it, the worse it became. I was now fully erect, all ten inches. I knew I was going to have to wank, but how?

I got up slowly, and walked to the changing hut. This was more like a small cottage really, with sauna, shower and bar, and a big sofa. I lay down on the sofa, hoping my uncle was asleep, and started pulling on my cock. My eyes were closed, thinking of that bum, and wandering what his arsehole was like. I groaned, and wanked harder. Then I felt a hand on my balls, stroking them, lifting them. I opened my eyes to see Uncle George kneeling by the sofa caressing my testicles.

“Oh Jon, you’re magnificent. Let me.” He took my cock in his hand and continued wanking me. I slid my legs off the sofa, one either side of him. My balls were now jumping up and down in front of his eyes. I looked down, and saw his little penis was erect. Even like that it was still smaller than flaccid one. Poor Auntie Mary can’t have had much of a sex life. Perhaps that’s where she had gone! Uncle George bent forward and started licking at my balls. I was in ecstasy. I knew then that my uncle was going to be mine--the thought of a nineteen year old having a fifty year old as a sex slave was intoxicating! I doubt he had ever been with a man before, but by the time I was finished with him, that’s all he would want. “Uncle, you can suck my cock now!” He looked up, shocked. I think it was both the idea of sucking this boy he had known from a newborn child, and also that this boy was giving orders. He could see the look in my eyes, though, and knew he would have to obey. His tongue travelled up my shaft, reaching the rim of my uncut cock. “Lick, Uncle, lick. More. Now take the head in your mouth. Suck!” His lips stretched, trying to accommodate me. I put my hands on his head and pulled it forward. I could hear muffled groans in protest, but it was too late. The excitement of the situation caught up with me, and my semen started to spurt out. He tried to withdraw his head, but I kept it in place, his body wriggling behind. I could feel it was my usual enormous load of cum, and my uncle was determined to back away, but I wouldn’t let him, and he had no option but to swallow. My penis was gradually reducing, and I let my uncle fall back on to the floor. He was coughing and spluttering, but most of my cum had gone down his throat. Amazingly his little dick was still trying manfully to maintain an erection. “Right. Now start wanking yourself, Uncle, and see what you can produce.”

“I can’t, Jon, not in front of you. And you really shouldn’t have do…”

“Shut up, you creepy little turd, and do what I say,” I shouted at him, and kicked his balls. He scammed, and started to pull at his own penis. “Come on, faster. Pull hard. Up and down, until it hurts. You are going to do just as I say for the next few days!” I watched as he wanked, pulling the skin up and down. He began to moan, and I knew he was about to cum. I grabbed a glass off the bar, put it over the end of his cock, and caught the cum. It wasn’t a bad effort for such a tiny pair of balls. “Okay, Uncle, drink this.” He took the glass reluctantly, and drained the semen out of it. “Come on now, let’s have a swim.” I raced to the pool and dived in, whilst my uncle look at me with bewilderment in his eyes.

It was some time later, and we were having lunch. “How long have you wanted to do that to me, Uncle?” I enquired. “I’ve never thought about it before.”

“That’s not really true is it?”

“It is with you. But…”

“Would you like to be fucked Uncle? In fact would you like to be fucked by your nephew? I was looking at your cute little bum earlier. That’s what got me stiff. I’d like to drill your ass, and I am going to drill it. All right, Uncle?”

“No, Jon, you can’t. This has gone far enough. I should never have come here.” “But why did you? You’ve always followed what Auntie Mary says. I think you want to be ordered around, so I repeat, for the next few days you will do as I say.” Uncle George got up from the table, still naked, and started towards the door of the house. “Uncle, come back here!”

“NO; I’m going before I regret doing things. I must.” “Come back, and sit at my feet. Now!” He stopped, and turned round.

“Oh, Jon. I want to be used, but I didn’t think for one moment it would be you. Alright.” I had him. He was a sub, and I liked to be a dom. He sat at my feet.

“Stay there. I’ll only be gone few minutes. If you move I will whip you. Do you understand?” He nodded his head, and I got up and went into the house. I picked up a few things I thought we might need, and then went back out to the pool. He had moved. Not far, but still moved. “I told you not to move. Now come here and lie face down on that table.” He started whining, but took him and hauled him to the table. It was one of those stout wooden picnic tables, easily capable of holding a man. He halted in front of it and I pushed him forward. “DOWN”. I quickly tied his hands and feet to the legs, leaving him spread-eagled; mouth over one end, and arsehole open to the sky at the other. I nipped back into the house. Something else we could use. I came out with the video camera on the tripod, and set it up. He started complaining again, so I put the ball gag in his mouth. I used the paddle on his buttocks, until they were red, and then the horsewhip across his back. I was an expert at this. I could apply just enough pressure to sting horribly, but without leaving anything but a slight red wheal. He was now moving violently from side to side and up and down. I could tell he was in pain, and my erection had grown once again at the thought. Time to start loosening up the rear, I thought. I started to stroke his sphincter, and it contracted. It was quite a tight hole, and was going to take some work. I moistened my finger with some jelly, and started to insert it up his anus. His body moved away at first, and then relaxed. I spent a little time getting him used to one finger, and then two, and then three. By the end he was in between pain, and the joy of anal play. I picked up the butt plug, jellied it up, and then thrust it straight into him. This time there was no doubt. It was pure pain, but now it was in. Finally I put a collar round his neck, and released him from his bonds, first his legs, then his arms, then his gag. He rolled off the table, and sat on the bench. The plug immediately went further up his arse, and he cried in pain. “Get that fucking thing out of me.”

“No, uncle, that’s just what it is doing. It will loosen up your hole so you can satisfy your nephew. Now, we need some groceries, so we had better go and do some shopping. You can take the collar off, and put a pair of tight shorts and a t-shirt on.”

“I am not going out with this thing up my bum, and I’m certainly not wearing any tight shorts.” I still had the whip by me, so picked it up, and gave it a flick. I hit what I was aiming for. His testicles were just overhanging the seat, and the end of the whip just caught them. He screamed and screamed, and held his balls in his hand. I left him to it, and went inside to get dressed. I pulled a shirt and pair of jeans on, and then picked a pair of my old shorts out of the wardrobe. They would probably just about go round his waist, but they wouldn’t leave much to the imagination. I then chose an old t-shirt that would not quite meet up with the top of the shorts, a pair of rope sandals, and then borrowed something from my mother’s room.

I threw the clothes at him “Put them on, and no more arguing!” He did as I said. The shorts were ideal. Although not see through, they might just as well have been. He had to pull them right up to do up the button at the waist, and that pressed his genitals right into the fabric, and the shape of the butt plug was equally pronounced at the rear. The t-shirt stretched over his chest, and the rope sandals just finished off the picture. I then passed the handbag to him. He reddened, and visibly cringed, but I could see he was beginning to accept who was boss. What folk would think of him I couldn’t guess. We set off in his car to a shopping mall he often used with Auntie Mary, and went into the Asda store. We had finished getting all we needed and were making our way to the checkout, when a colleague of my uncle’s intercepted us.

“Hi, George. What are you doing out?” He started stuttering, and then managed to say he was helping me, and then introduced me as his nephew.

“How do you do, Mr. Jordan,” I replied. “Auntie Mary’s away and so are my parents, so Uncle George is spending some days with the boss, eh Uncle!” I slapped him on the back. “I should explain, when I was young he always thought I got my own way, so he called me the boss. You had better go and pay; I’ll see you outside. Don’t forget your handbag.” As he almost crawled away, I continued talking to Mr. Jordan raising my voice so all around could hear it. “He insists on wearing those tight shorts, and can’t put the money anywhere!” I laughed, and everyone looked to Uncle George. “See you again, Mr. Jordan.” I walked out and stood by the car, waiting while uncle unloaded the trolley. “Right. Now take off your clothes and sit in the car.”

“I’ll be seen. I can’t do it. You can’t make me here; you haven’t got your whip. I refuse.” I had chosen the clothes carefully. I pulled down on the t-shirt with one hand, and the shorts with the other, and there was a very naked Uncle George. He quickly hopped into the car, and as we drove off I threw the remnants of cloth into the waste bin. On the way home he constantly tried to cover himself up, but any truck driver or coach passenger could see straight into the open car, much to my delight. Once back in the house I put the collar back on his neck, and then took him out to the poolside. “Over the table again, Uncle, and make sure those legs are spread wide.” I tied him very tightly this time, but left the gag out. If he screamed, no one would hear. I quickly stripped off, and gave my very erect cock a good dose of jelly. His anus was just at my cock height. I think my uncle’s cherry was about to be picked. I yanked the butt plug out, and he yelled, and in the same stroke pushed my flesh into him. The first thrust absorbed about a quarter of my length, and led to a screaming crying groan from uncle’s mouth. I withdrew a bit and then pushed again, harder this time. I was almost in, the third time should do it. It did, and uncle’s body was quivering with the shock and delight of his nephew’s cock. I knew I wouldn’t be long cumming.

Precum had been oozing out of me almost since I had last cum, and the thought of this had been in front of my eyes since I had first seen his anus. The hot sticky fluid shot out of me, once again entering my uncle, but this time into his bowels. I slowly pulled out, and went round to his mouth “Now clean me up.” His tongue came out and started licking away at my cum covered cock. His eyes were damp from crying caused by the pain, but they were subservient. He wanted what he was getting, and I knew that there would be no more problems!

We spent the night by the pool, me inside on the sofa, and my uncle outside, chained to the side. “Morning” I shouted as I exited on my way to jump in the pool. I swam a few lengths, and soon felt exhilarated. I got out and walked over to my uncle. “I suppose you need a crap and pee. So we will go for a walk.” I undid the chain at the far end and told him to go. He started to stand up “No, crawl”. The meadow by the house was open, but still secluded, and although it didn’t belong to us, we often used it for walks. Off we went, into the meadow. He fell back, and I looked round to see him peeing, splashing himself. “I can see you need some practice at this Uncle George. How is your arsehole this morning, by the way.” I had given him some cream to put on it, which would numb any pain.

“Okay nephew, thank you. I am looking forward to having you enter me again.” I had told him in future to call me nephew. I thought Jon was too familiar for a slave, and sir too formal.

“Good. I feel like a suck at the moment, though.” I dropped my trousers, and knelt on the ground. He crawled up to me and started on my erect penis. He was already improving, and could take more of my cock into his increasingly eager mouth. I was determined to make the most of it this time, and relished as his tongue whipped around my shaft, and into my pee slit. I started face fucking him, and felt the tip of my cock against the back of his mouth. I started moaning and groaning, and the movements speeded up.

Precum was dripping out and lubricating his mouth; I could feel it going deeper in. His hands were round my buttocks pulling me into him. Again my fluid burst into him, and he drank deeply, swallowing my cum gladly now. He was truly my sex slave. After a while I got up “Come, Uncle, its your turn again.” There was a footbridge over the roadway just over the rise. I thought that would be an excellent place for his next cum. When we reached it I said, “Right. Out into the middle of the bridge, and wank until you cum. Catch it in your hand and drink it. Then you can come back to me!” He meekly walked off and did as instructed. Just the sight of him gave me another hardon, and I ended up wanking as I watched. One or two cars hooted as they passed; it was obvious what was going on, but there was nothing that could be done about it. I came just as he did, and watched as he swallowed his cum.

He walked back to me, the chain trailing behind. “I think I can trust you now. I’ll take the chain off, but we’ll leave the collar on, just to show you’re not a stray!” “Thank you, nephew, I promise I won’t run away. But I need a shit. Please can I go?” “Over there, and be quick.” He ran off to some bushes, and I started walking back to the house. When he got back I told him he could wash, and then get my breakfast. We could then plan the rest of the day. I went and showered. After we had eaten, I had decided on a plan.

“Right, Uncle. First we had better see to your arse. Go and lie down on the table.” I had a bigger butt plug for him this morning; his hole needed a bit of further expansion. I lubed it up, and then firmly pushed into his mancunt. His cry told me it was painful, but I wasn’t here to be kind. “Now roll over, and show your apology for a cock.” He did as told, and I put a tight strap round his balls, pulling until they bulged, and then a similarly tight cock ring. I don’t think he would be cumming without my permission. “We had better go and get some clothes for you to go out in. Hop in the car.” The difference in twenty-four hours was amazing. Yesterday he had moaned and tried to refuse; today he was almost eager. Whether he would still be when he knew the clothes I had in mind I wasn’t so sure. I drove over to his house, and pulled up in his garage. He was out of view of his neighbours. “Inside, and we’ll see what we can find.” He slid out of the car and waddled into the house. “Now, up to Auntie Mary’s room.” The thought suddenly dawned on him as to the type of clothing I had in mind, and a blush spread over his face. “So. It won’t be the first you’ve tried on some of her clothes, then?”

“No, nephew. But only in the house.”

“Well this time you can be the slut you really are, and parade around in public. Now let’s see what we’ve got.” I was surprised what my aunt had. For someone in their forties she had some very sexy stuff. I picked out a lacy suspender belt, black stockings, a skimpy black skirt, white blouse and black bra for my Uncle to wear, with a pair of high heel shoes. In one of the drawers I found some boob enhancers, and a tarty wig in another. With my skill at applying make up Uncle George looked just as I wanted him to--a slut out for a fuck. The little skirt only just covered the top of the stockings, and the artificial boobs were just the right size. After some practice he managed the heels without falling over, and I decided he could be released on an unsuspecting world. “I think it must be about time for lunch. Lets go.” This time I walked him out of the front of the house, so any neighbours watching would see, and left him standing there whilst I reversed the car out for him. I wanted to go somewhere where he might be known, but I wasn’t, and would be likely to let a dubious looking female in. I suddenly remembered he often ate at a place near his work, which was often used by bohemian characters, as well as his business colleagues. I told him where we going, and on the way he picked up some money from the bank machine. Sitting in the car I could watch all the stares he was getting. He had a good pair of legs, and looked pretty convincing.

As we walked into the restaurant I put my hand up his skirt, and gave his bum a quick squeeze, making him squeal, just as the waiter came over to seat us. Uncle George reddened as the waiter enquired if all was well, and tried to make his voice suitable effeminate saying it was. After we had ordered I leant forward and said “Don’t you think it’s time you visited the loo? I want to see you go into the Ladies’!”

“Yes, nephew.” The stares followed his steps towards the toilets, many unashamedly moving up and down the body. I felt so randy I could have fucked there and then, but we still had the whole meal to go through. When he came back I asked if all had gone well. Again, yes.

“Good. I want to fuck you as soon as we leave. Do you know somewhere near here we can go?”

“There is the park behind the restaurant, but it is mostly open.”

“It’ll do. It’ll just add to my enjoyment.” For once for me I couldn’t eat fast enough. Most of the meal my cock pressed against my pants, and I just thought about that pussy I was soon going to be jabbing it in. Luckily the park was less than two minutes walk, but, like my uncle had said, it was pretty open. At the far end there was some thin bushes up against an old wall. I reckoned we could get behind there. I pushed Uncle George’s back against the wall, put my hand between his legs and pulled out the butt plug. With my other hand I undid my flies and pulled my cock out. Within seconds I had rammed it up his arsehole, and fucking him madly. I was desperate; out of the corner of my eye I could see two guys watching us, and this only made me more randy. They would think it was some straight guy fucking a whore, not Uncle George being fucked up his arse by nephew Jon! I increased my speed, thrusting deep into this man pussy, as I started to cum. I pulled out, letting the semen spill down the black skirt, and onto the stockings. I took a banknote out of my back pocket and shoved it down his fake cleavage, “Okay get lost whore” I said loudly. My uncle looked surprised, and then noticed for the first time the guys watching us who by now both had broad smiles on their faces. In a whisper I added “Back to the car, quickly.” I watched him walk off, while I adjusted my dress, and followed him. As people passed you could see them looking at the stains on his dress, knowing full well what he had been up to, shaking their heads. They would have shaken twice as fast if they had known it was a man!

He had back to the car just seconds before, so I jumped in and sped off. “Take your skirt and blouse off now, and let the truckers enjoy the view.” I was heading towards the commercial end of town, and at this time of day you could be sure there would be a heap of trucks heading back to base. After we had passed two or three word was passed down and horns were going off. I grinned and waved as we drove past. “Stand up, uncle, and wiggle your arse at them.” I decided it was time to head for home, with my slave. End of part 1