Gay Erotic Stories

I wrap a towel around my flat waist, check my muscled body in the mirror and open the door slightly. Standing in the hallway is an overweight 20 something year old kid in a security uniform and not the little swimming pool stud I was expecting.

“Yes?”

“I’m with hotel security, following up on an earlier incident.”

He seemed like he could be a security guard. The clothes looked right – light blue collared shirt, blue polyester pants with a black stripe down the side, black shoes and belt with a radio hanging from it, a photo ID clipped to the shirt pocket - but he looked much too young and much too heavy. His English was perfect, no accent, probably grew up watching American TV and movies.

I must have looked unimpressed, because he unclips his badge from his shirt and holds it up to my face. “The name’s Ludo. I need to step inside”.

“Can you give me a minute to get dressed? I just stepped out of the shower.”

“This will only take a second. I just need a quick look around.” With that he pushes in the door, backs me up out of the way, and steps inside, shutting the door behind him. I stand there, mostly naked holding just a towel around my waist feeling slightly uncomfortable and significantly under dressed. He scans the room. A typical hotel room with the bed still made, a suitcase, a few business things scattered about and some clothes on the floor. He ends his search when his eyes find my wet navy blue shorts and yellow thong hanging in the bathroom. Apparently satisfied, he turns to me.

“We had a report of lewd behavior up at the solarium. Would you know anything about that?”

My pulse quickens. He couldn’t be talking about what just happened upstairs. Did my little stubby-dicked man confess? He didn’t seem the type to go and tell all to security. That was one reason I chose him. Maybe the guard was just improvising based on the wet clothes in the bathroom. My best option was denial.

“I was up there a few minutes ago, but I didn’t see anything unusual….. Uh…. sorry I can’t be of any help.”

He gave me a smirk. “I know you were up there, in fact I have it all on tape - you, the other guy. We have a security camera in that room. You were perfectly centered and in focus. No mistake.”

I start to sweat. A camera? How could I have missed it? Shit this could be trouble. Think damn it, think!

I’ve learned over the years that the best defense is a good offense, even if I was mostly naked and he was in full uniform. I was still older, smarter, and in perfect shape. He was just an overweight novice, overplaying his part. It was time to take control of the situation. I walk over to the bedside phone. “Let me just check with the front desk to see if you’re really who you say you are. I already told you nothing happened upstairs.”

His smirk was gone. I’d obviously thrown him from off his plan. “Hello, this is Mr. Ness in room 1224… Very good, and you? … Valerie, could you tell me who’s working security tonight? … Thank you … yes, could you send him up? … No, no problem, just want to ask a few questions, that’s all … Thanks again and good night.”

Now Ludo, or whoever he was, did look genuinely confused. “Seems you don’t work here after all, you fat little shit. I don’t know who you are, but I recommend you leave before the real hotel security shows up. Whatever game you’re playing, I don’t have time for it kid. Now leave.”

I was starting to get a rise out of the situation. My dick was getting hard just from talking down to him. I could easily take it further and completely humiliate the boy, force him into some degrading sex. It’s probably what he wanted in the first place. Maybe he saw me at the pool or coming out of the locker room. I don’t remember seeing him though. Too bad he isn’t my type. I know what I want, and it’s not him. Better to just get rid of him before the real security shows up.

At that moment, the radio on his belt cracks to life. It startles us both. In French I hear “Ludo, this is Valerie, please respond.” He unclips the radio and presses the mic “Ludo here”.

Did she say Ludo? Did he say Ludo?

“Room 1224 just called, wanting to know who was on duty. I didn’t give him you’re real name. He sounded suspicious. You might want to check it out.”

“Thanks Valerie, I’ll be sure and take care of it” he said with his reappearing smirk and an unmistakable fire in his eye.

I knew right then I had never been in so much trouble in my entire life. A long moment passed as we each assessed the situation.

“I was going to play nice, just have a little talk, keep the tape for me and my mates to have a little fun, maybe post it on the internet. But now I’ve changed my mind old man.”

I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, trying to imagine a way out, and trying to convince myself this wasn’t really happening.

“Get on the floor. On you knees; time to show me some respect.”

“Look. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. Couldn’t we..”

“Couldn’t we just what? Just give the tape to your boss? To the police? Oh we could do that… or you can get down on the floor old man!” he yells with authority.

I get up, clenching the towel. “You can drop the towel. I’ve already seen it. Remember. Now kneel down in front of me. Yeah, right there.” I sink down between the two beds, completely naked, on my knees, facing the fat young guard.

He unbuttons his shirt, releasing his man tits and hairless belly. He unbuckles his belt, and undoes his pants. They fall to the floor. My face is inches away from his cock bulge, held back by cotton briefs in a blue camouflage pattern. Seems, this boy is certainly committed to his uniform.

Given the alternatives, I’m suddenly relieved. One quick blow job for this fat kid and it will be all over with. No police, no blackmail, no tapes, no problems.

“Chew on my cock.” I reach up to pull down his briefs, to free up his cock. “Leave ‘em on.”

I lean forward. Opening my mouth, my lips press against his cotton covered cock as my forehead rubs against his overhanging gut. I try not to think about it. Repulsed by the flab, I concentrate on his hard cock and big balls. His dick is probably only 6 inches long, but the shaft is thick, like a stout bottle of beer, and his balls hang heavy, escaping around the edges of his tight briefs.

“Work it good old man, your future depends on it.”

I nibble and lick. Wetting the cotton, stroking his length with my teeth, satisfied with my work as I feel it pulse. I reach up to his ass, play with his underwear and feel his meaty cheeks. I chew and suck and grope with pretend enthusiasm.

“Nice work. I figured an old man like you would be a pro. Now hold up for a second.” He reaches down and rearranges his cock, sticking it through the opening in his camouflage briefs.

It looks much bigger than it felt. Not longer, but thicker, much thicker. He places his hands on my bald head and roughly aligns my mouth with his cock, poised for entry. I extend my tongue, tasting the tip, getting it wet. At his ready, he deliberately enters, going forward, checking for depth. Finally, my forehead presses into his belly, my lips stretch to their limit and press up against his underwear, my chin nuzzles up against his balls. . “Looks like your big mouth can do more than talk old man.” He starts to shove in and out, increasing the pace to his likening. I grab his underwear covered ass for support. My jaw hurts from being stretched and my head hurts from his gut slapping me over and over. I try my best to work his cock head, knowing the sooner he gets off the sooner my humiliation will be over with.

He stops thrusting and pulls out completely. I look up at him, disappointed.

“Let’s see if your ass feels as good as your mouth.”

“You’re not fucking me. I don’t get fucked. That wasn’t the deal.”

“Deal? What Deal? You do what I say. That’s the deal, and I say you’re going to get fucked. Or would you rather watch a video with me at the police station?”

“I haven’t been fucked in 30 years, not since the military.”

“All the better for me then, a virgin old man ass, my favorite kind,” again with the smirk.

“Get down on your hands and knees. Let’s see that ass you’ve been saving for me.”

I definitely was not going to be fucked, certainly not by this fat kid, but I had no choice, I had to play along until I could think of a way out. Slowly I assume the position on the floor, offering him a view of my muscular ass.

“Nice. I just hope it fucks as good as it looks.” He moves in, positioning his still wet cock at my asshole. As he tries to enter, I clench tight, denying him entrance. A little more stroking with his cock up and down my furry ass crack and he tries again, only to be denied again. “You’re making this hard on yourself old man”. With his cock at my asshole, he gives a hard slap to my right buttock and then my left, pushing forward the entire time, waiting for me to relent. More slaps and yet I still resist, with clenched teeth and asshole, and a burning hot ass.

“Let’s see if we can’t make this easier.” He gets up and walks to the bathroom. His fat hard dick is sticking lewdly out from his camouflage briefs, swaying back and forth. For a kid he had a lot of swagger. The kind I could admire if only I wasn’t the object of his abuse. He returns, dick still swinging, carrying my yellow thong, and reassumes his former position.

“I’m going to tie this around your cock and balls. I like a man hard when I fuck ‘em, and you’ll get more out of it too.” He reaches down and ties the thong around the base of my limp dick and balls like a cock ring, restricting the flow of blood.

“Ow that’s tight. Watch it.”

“Needs to be tight to work.” Reaching down to my trussed up cock he pulls on my dick. “Let’s get it nice and hard”. He continues to stroke, repositioning his cock in my ass crack. “That video of yours is really hot, shooting a big load all over that guy’s face.”

His plan isn’t going to work. I was getting hard, but he wasn’t going to sweet talk me in to getting fucked. No way. “Think of the control you had over him, doing whatever you wanted. I know you want this too, just let yourself admit it.” With that he poked at my clenched asshole, more playful than serious. Glancing underneath me I could see my purple-red blood engorged cock all hard and leaky.

He starts fondling my balls, playing with the thong ends loosely dangling. I knew I could win this battle of will.

“AAAArrrrgh” I screamed as he yanked back on the thong ends, nearly pulling off my cock and balls. I had no choice to relieve the pressure but thrust back, impaling myself on his fat cock. Rammed to the root, my almost virgin ass was filled with thick fat kid cock. I nearly blacked out from the pain.

“Now that is some tight old man ass.” I had tears in my eyes as he pulled back and plowed in again. “And you said you didn’t get fucked.” I could feel his flabby stomach slap against my back as he continued pounding his fat cock into my ass. I was always the one on top, forcing hot young hunks to take my cock, and now, here I was face down on the floor while some fat kid in blue camo briefs fucked my upturned ass.

Again and again he thrust. My body fought between the physical pain of my asshole and the pangs of pleasure from my prostate. My mind fought against his total domination. I wanted to resist, yet at the same time I wanted to submit. I was delirious with pain and pleasure and sensation.

“That’s it old man. Fuck yourself.” His words brought me back to reality. Only then did I realize he was no longer thrusting. It was me driving myself onto his cock. Pulling away and shoving back, fucking myself with every inch of his fat kid cock, over and over again.

“See what you’ve been missing all those years old man. Your fuzzy ass wanted to be fucked, you just didn’t know it.” He started to thrust again, driving his cock into my ass with determined force, taking me his way.

“Ludo, this is Valerie, please respond.” came out of the radio on the other side of the room.

“Shit.” Ludo mutters, slowing down his fuck strokes. He pulls out and gets up to answer the radio. I can see his camo briefs wedged up his meaty ass and thick dick obscenely sticking out from the opening. My own thong-tied cock is purple on the verge of exploding, my asshole gaping, unable to close.

“Ludo here”

“Maintenance needs you to unlock the boardroom. Any problem with room 1224?”

“1224 is under control,” looking at me with his smirk. “Be at the boardroom in 5 minutes.”

“Time to get back to work old man.” Did he mean the hotel or my ass? “On your back.” Question answered. I turn over, lying on my back, unconsciously raising my knees, asking for more. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders and repositions his cock at my open asshole. “Take a good look at the fat kid now. He’s the one fucking your tight old man ass.”

I cringe from humiliation and pain as he shoves his cock back in. Gradually he lifts my hips while he fucks, until only my shoulders are on the floor. My hips are positioned over my torso and my hard cock is pointing straight down, inches from my face.

Satisfied with his position, he takes one hand and starts to jerk my tied-up cock. Between the jabs to my prostate and the rough jerking, I have no choice. I’m forced to watch as my purple cock erupts – squirting my load on my chin and cheeks. I gasp for air as spurts land in my open mouth. In a matter of seconds I’m drenched with my own cum, just as the boy upstairs had been hours before.

“You need to be more careful with that cock. See how much trouble it can get you in to?” I could only nod in agreement with my mouth full of cum.

He sets my hips back down, keeping my legs on his shoulders and his cock up my brutalized ass. He starts to fuck again. His hands roam over my chest, feeling my hairy pecs, teasing my nipples. “Tighten that ass up old man.” As I clamp down, he violently pulls my nipples, forcing me to scream and clench his cock even harder. One more thrust and he starts to unload in my writhing body. Pumping away, until his cock stops its spasm.

I’m physically and emotionally drained. Forced to take my own load and offer my ass to some fat kid. My mouth, nipples, cock and ass ache from the abuse. I’m unsure whether to be angry or thankful.

He gets up, cleans himself with my long discarded towel and starts to get dressed. I watch as his thick cock, meaty ass, and those blue camouflage briefs disappear back inside his uniform pants.

“I’ll be keeping that tape. I’ll also be checking the hotel log regularly. Whenever you’re here, your ass is mine. Got it old man?”

“Yes” I weakly offer.

“Good, I like an old man that knows how to respect authority.”

Adequately put back together, he takes his radio and leaves.

Left alone, I try to deny what’s just happened, but my sore body and the lingering taste of cum in my mouth, are evidence that it’s all true. I think to myself, I really need to find another hotel in Brussels to stay at to avoid this sadistic guard…either that, or find a reason to come back and stay here more often.

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