Gay Erotic Stories

I've written about how I lost my virginity in Hot Hitchike (yeah I know, crap title) but this is how I entered the surprisingly sophisticated gay world that existed in Perth, Western Australia' in 1975. My friends Paul and Barry, who had picked me up as a hitchhiker, taken me back to Barry's flat and fucked me senseless (and yes, I was sore the next morning) were also part of an underground scene that centred on a monthly party held in an industrial complex not far from South Fremantle in Western Australia. In those days there was nothing for gays in Perth, unless you wanted to hang around public toilets by the river or along the beaches. That came with a risk as the cops liked nothing better than swooping on the beats and giving you a hard time. And that's not hard in a good way. They rarely arrested you (although it happened to one prominent TV journalist, poor bastard - they targeted him) but they'd pull you in, pretend to go through the paperwork and, when they got bored, let you go. So a group of prominent gays, mostly closeted, got together and formed what was almost a secret society to run a monthly gay orgy in an old warehouse owned by one of them in South Fremantle. It was pretty well fitted out. You'd never know what was going on from the outside: ordinary brick factory building, bit of parking around it and no residential buildings nearby. But inside, a lot of thought had gone into how it should be set up. It had been something to do with the tanning industry and there was a block of showers and toilets that had been for the workers. That was ideal for hungry gays and was converted into a changing area with lockers and such. But it was in the body of the building that things got interesting. The owner, who was a Dutch restaurant owner called Jos, had put up some slings, big circular vinyl covered beds and dark rooms in some side alcoves. There was also pumping music, a small stage where some queens shook their hips and a bar in the corner. We weren't allowed to buy alcohol - oh no! That would break the law! - so we paid 20 bucks at the door and that entitled us to "free" drinks. Nobody felt unsafe. There were at least two senior cops and as many judicial types who were regulars. There was even an unpleasant little shit who I was told was the Minister for Primary Industry in the State Government but I don't know if that's true. I'd been going to Barry's flat for a month to meet up with him and Paul (mostly Paul) when they asked me if I'd like to go to a party. "Sure. Where and when?" Paul and Barry looked at each other. "Well, you've got to meet someone first, to see if it's ok for you to come," Paul said. I thought the secrecy was intriguing (I've always liked secrets and living in the shadows) and went along with it. So after university classes one Tuesday, Paul and Barry picked me up in the Fairlane and took me into the city. Now, I wasn't unsophisticated but my family didn't have the money to live high on the hog. My mother had died when I was 10 and my father had struggled to bring up me and my brother and sister by himself, working overtime at the local council where he was in charge of the recreation department. If we went out as a family, it was to the local pub and we had certainly never been to Bistro Eleanora, Perth's swankiest restaurant, owned and run by Paul and Barry's friend, Jos de Vries. We arrived at Bistro, as everyone knew it, as the staff were setting up for dinner and they greeted Paul and Barry warmly. Clearly they were well known there. We walked through the restaurant and the kitchen to a staircase at the back of the building. That led to a suite of rooms that were decorated like some kind of Turkish brothel with heavy drapes, rugs, a day bed, embroidered cushions and Ottomans. In the middle of the biggest room, reclining on the day bed was Jos, an engaging queen in his mid-40s who seemed to watch the world from behind a wry half smile that left his face only when he exploded into one of his rare but frightening tantrums. I liked him immediately. "Hello my darlings," Jos said, his accent an odd mix of Australian and Dutch. He held out his hand to me. "So this is the young beauty. Come and sit next to me, my dear." I sat on the day bed and Jos ran his hand down my thigh. Ordinarily I would have slapped away any man who tried to grope me on a first meeting but this felt nice and there was something comforting about Jos. And I just loved the room. I felt relaxed. And as he stroked me like a cat I started to feel horny. "Has Paul been putting his beautiful cock inside you, my sweet?" Jos asked and I smiled sheepishly. By now he was stroking the top of my thigh, moving closer to my crotch. "I hear you'd like to come to one of our little gatherings. I think you'd do very well there but we have rules and they're very strict." He took his hand from my leg and extended a long and manicured index finger and rested it on the tip of my nose. The smile had gone and his blue Dutch eyes were looking steadily into mine. "If anyone breaks our rules, not only are they banned but ... well, two of our gathering are rather well placed in the police force and they have the will and the means to make a trangressor's life ... difficult. Do you understand, Rob?" Paul hadn't had the chance to introduce me to Jos so I was surprised that he knew my name. He moved his finger from my nose and gently stroked my lips. "I can see you're a smart boy. I'm sure you understand." I nodded and Jos stroked my cheeks. The smile was back but I knew that there was steel behind it. You didn't cross Jos and expect to walk away unhurt. "I think it's time for a drink. Paul, show Rob around and I'll order. Champagne, I think. Barry, come here darling, you haven't said hello properly." Paul motioned me to follow him and we went through a door into what turned out to be a bathroom, exquisitely decorated with aquamarine tiles and small pot palms. Paul raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Well, you've passed the first test." "First test?" Paul laughed. "Yeah, he likes you. That's good. He doesn't like everybody, believe me. The last kid I brought here he ordered out barely before he'd got through the door." "Well what's the second test?" Paul put his head one side and nodded towards the shower stall. It had an extra tap and attached to it was a douche hose. "Really?" I said. "Jos doesn't look like a top." "He's not," Paul said, turning on the tap and testing the temperature of the water. "So, what? Are we going to fuck while he watches?" Paul motioned for me to undress and when I was naked he handed me the hose. "Not me. Well, not first. Come through when you've finished. Naked." He left me alone. As I douched I felt a knot of excitement in my stomach. This was an adventure of sorts and I loved adventures. I knew that when I stepped through the door that it was going to be full-on and I couldn't wait. I was already hard and my mouth was dry. I guess I took 10 minutes douching and then went back into the main room. The lights had been turned off and the only illumination was from three or four scented candles. Jos was reclining on the day bed, naked and Paul, also naked, was kneeling next to him, stroking his cock. Barry sat in the corner of the room looking uncomfortable, which was unlike him. He was usually the first up for play but now his elbows were on his knees, his head lowered and he looked up only to glower at something in the shadows. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I realised that "something" was a tall man, naked and powerfully built, with an impressive, erect cock - not massively long but thick, thicker than Paul's. And this man mountain was looking at me like a dog looks at its dinner. "Rob," Jos said, his voice low and husky, "This is Peter, a friend of mine. I want you to be nice to him. And in return he'll be very nice to you. Won't you Peter?" Peter laughed and kept staring at me. "Well, I'd like to get started," Jos said and took Paul's cock in his mouth, moving his lips up and down the shaft. It was an impressive performance: Paul's cock is big and Jos was able to take all but the last inch without gagging. The benefits of practice, I guess, Peter, meanwhile, moved smoothly, and silently for a big man, and stood close behind me. He stooped and kissed my neck, putting one big arm across my chest and pulled me against him. I could feel his cock against the small of my back and I reached behind me to hold it. Christ it was hard. Peter turned me around and kissed my throat and then my mouth, probing with a tongue that tasted slightly of tobacco. He grabbed and massaged my buttocks, gently thrusting his cock against my stomach with a circular motion. Now, the almost surreal nature of this experience wasn't lost on me. I was in a boudoir above Perth's most exclusive restaurant about to engage in an orgy while the restaurant's staff prepared for the evening sitting one floor below. Meanwhile the owner of the restaurant was now on his back on a daybed a few feet away from me massaging lube onto the cock of my lover while someone I'd barely been introduced to was preparing to skewer me with a frighteningly thick penis. I'm not naive. I knew I was being tested to see if I was the right type of guy to join Josh's orgy club and it was an audition I was determined to pass. As Peter dropped his mouth onto my neck again, I felt two of his meaty fingers working lube into my hole. I was incredibly horny and arched my back to accommodate him. Jos gave a low moan from the daybed and I watched as Paul slid the full length of his tool into him. As I've said, Jos was in his 40s but he was beautifully lithe (I learned he was fanatical about yoga) and he seemed to entwine his body around Paul's as they fucked. Peter took me to the bed and positioned me on all fours, close to Jos and Paul. When he pushed my head down and lifted my arse up, my face was only inches from Jos's. The Dutchman looked at me from under hooded eyelids and gave a slow wink as Paul rode him slowly but deeply. Peter took hold of my hips and positioned his knob against my hole and I went through the breathing routine Paul had taught me. Peter was good: he didn't try to enter me immediately but worked it in a little and then withdrew, worked it in and withdrew. I think it was perhaps five minutes of that, with me increasingly impatient to feel him inside me, before my ring began to give. A bit more lube and another push and I opened and he slid inside me. I gasped and breathed hard but concentrated on relaxing and after a minute or so I was able to start moving my hips up and down his shaft. Once again Peter was very gentle and let me make the running until it was clear I was comfortable with his width and then he began, slowly, to hump me. With each of his thrusts I pushed back with my hips and gave a little wiggle and I could tell from his breathing that he liked it. Paul meanwhile was fucking Jos hard and I knew from experience that he was close to coming. Jos knew it too and with his sinewy legs around Paul's hips, he said, "Give me your seed." Paul shot almost immediately, breathing hard through his teeth as he always did, and Jos let out a pleased "Mmmmm!" followed by a throaty, wicked laugh. Peter was also close, gripping my waist a bit too tightly for comfort and working his cock without withdrawing it at all. He gasped, said "oh shit" and his cock leapt inside me as he blew his load. I arched my back even further and used my internal muscles to milk him as best I could. "Jesus, nice work," he said breathlessly and pulled out of me. Jos was now kneeling in front of me and we looked into each other's eyes as we tugged ourselves to quick, satisfying climaxes. Then he reached back between his legs and shat Paul's cum into the palm of his hand. He looked at me calmly and gently massaged it into my cheeks. It was another test to see what I'd take. The sex, Peter's massive cock, the smeared cum, all a test. So I took Jos's hand and licked off the remains of the juices and finished by sucking each of his fingers in turn. Jos's eyes widened and he laughed delightedly. Then he leant forward and kissed me. "Oh my dear, I can see you're going to do very well."