Gay Erotic Stories

First Time, Part Four Rick was my guide and mentor into the world of tights and gay sex. From the day he firmly grasped me and fucked me, he was in charge. He had spanked me a couple of times, but for the most part, he was a gentle master. Our evenings were passionate, exciting and he always had a little surprise. Considering I had fooled myself into thinking I had liked women just three weeks earlier, it wasn't hard to do. One thing I realized is I liked being the submissive one, but at the same time, I still felt totally free in bed with Rick. It wasn't "embarrassing" to want certain types of sex. Maybe it is because we both had a fetish for nylon ballet tights, something I would never even admit to a woman. Our routine was usually that I would get dressed up in the bedroom while he did in the living room. Though our basic outfit was tights, we surprised each other by adding an accessory, or maybe a different color. I had been embarrassed to buy tights before I met Rick (I got them mail-order) but now I was a regular at both the dance shop and the sex toys shop. My desire to please Rick overshadowed any embarrassment. I came to Rick's apartment and kissed him. I had my bag and headed towards the bedroom to change. It was one of those nights (like every night) that I was so hot for him I wanted to fuck him right away. In the short time we'd been together (four weeks) I knew on nights like this we would fuck at least twice, possibly three times. As I headed towards the bedroom he grabbed my arm and stopped me. "I'm dressing in there, and don't come in until I call you.” I submissively nodded yes, but I could not help but lick my lips with a dirty smile on my face - I knew he had something fun planned. As soon as the door closed behind him, I stripped my clothes and opened my bag. I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me. I always carried a few pairs of tights - on a couple of rough nights we had ripped some, and almost always some cum got on them, so afterwards, we would change into an after-sex pair. We loved tights; it made us feel like we were in another world. I chose a black pair, along with a red stretchy nylon sash and tight white stretch t-shirt. I put them, on, making sure the tights were hiked up and my cheeks were clearly visible. Rick likes to put his hands and cock there, and I loved having them there. I sat on his navy velvet couch and slipped on black leather ballet slippers. I made sure they were laced up tight and waited. I looked in my bag. Did I dare? Rick and I were not trannies at all, but for some reason, I wanted to put on lipstick for him. I took it and put it on. I am not into women's clothes (nor women, either, as I discovered) but for some reason it made me feel sexy- a little thing for my lover and me. I also had a fun kit with me, some whipped cream, lube and chocolate syrup. "Come now!" I heard Rick's firm voice through the door. I got up, carrying my fun kit and my hand shook as I put it on the door. I opened the door and there he was. The room was lit by candles and he stood there, in white tights, a wide leather belt, and black ballet slippers. He had his arms folded against his bare chest. He said nothing, but I knew what he wanted me to do. I set my kit down and walked over, and sunk to my knees in front of him. I looked at his beautiful cock, which was fully erect. Even in the dim light and even though the tights were opaque white, I could see his sandy blond pubic hair and the clear outline of his cock. I leaned over to kiss it; he immediately took me by the hair and shoved my head down. He was firm and harsh, but who was I to resist. A revelation came over me: I was in love with Rick, but I worshiped him so, that I truly was his slave. It was not demeaning at all; I voluntarily submitted to him. I kissed his leather ballet slippers and looked up, he smiled at me, and went down and kissed his feet again. I started to suck and lick and he quivered a little he sat down on the bed as I picked up his foot and took the slipper off. I started to suck his toes through his tights and his foot twitched with pleasure. I started to kiss up his calf, feeling his nylon-covered leg with my cheek and my lips. He lay back on the bed, and he had spread his legs. I slipped his other slipper off and kissed and licked my way down his leg. I was now up on the bed, and looked at his crotch. His big balls and swollen cock looked beautiful encased in nylon. I started to kiss it and suck his balls through the nylon. I clearly had a fetish for tights, that's what brought me to Rick in the first place, but this time, this night, I wanted to see his cock. I pulled down this waistband and his big cock popped up. I immediately started to suck and then went back a little. I looked at my lover's eyes, and something came over me. I pulled off my shirt. And then pulled off my tights. I then worked his off. He was thinking the same thing I guess. We lay on the velvet sheets and started passionately kissing, our cocks touching. All of the sudden, I realized, I was beyond my nylon fetish and I had become truly gay. I truly loved Rick's butt, cock and body, face everything about him. There was a period in my fetish when I thought that I would prefer a good looking man in tights over a homely woman and a good looking woman in tights over a homely man, but now, I looked at Rick's cock, I realized I was fully gay. I loved looking at it. I found a woman's genitalia up close, ugly; but I put my face up to Rick's cock and I loved it. I turned around and started to suck him. I moistened his shaft and got to work at what I did best, licking, sucking his balls, kissing his head, he started to buck in rhythm as I worked his cock down my throat. I sucked and sucked until I felt his cum coming up the hot juice shot into my mouth and sucked up every bit of it. I was still erect as we kissed. I gently jacked myself off as we went and drifted to rest. I stared at our tights on the carpet and realized that I had reached a new level in my relationship with Rick.