Gay Erotic Stories

I had finished work early afternoon and went into town to find myself a pair of black shoes to wear with my new trousers I had bought a few weeks ago. I was particular about what I wanted and so I went from shop to shop to see what the range was. It was a hot summer day so I decided to be comfortably clad in sheer muslin shirt and some very fitted lightweight canvas jeans that left very little to the imagination, but that was the fashion in those days. I stumbled upon a shop that I hadn’t been into before; there was a great range of men’s shoes and several pairs that took my fancy. I couldn’t believe my luck!

The shop was busy and I had to wait a while before being served. It looked as though the rather ruggedly handsome gent was there by himself, but he seemed to have everything under control. I asked him if I could see a few of the styles on display and try some on. He seated me and went to find my size in three different styles. I watched him as he retrieved one pair out of the display stack. He was a well-built man wearing a polo shirt and some snug casual shorts that defined his legs, butt and basket. The sight of this solid man meant that I had to rearrange myself due to an impromptu stirring in my jeans. I didn’t think that he noticed as he walked past to gather the other pairs from out the back, so I assumed he was straight.

He came and sat down beside me, unpacked the boxes and I started to try the selected styles on. The pair that I really liked the most seemed a little snug to which he agreed and said that if I came back later in the day that he would get the next size in from the stored room that he had around the corner. He stood up, stretched over to put the shoehorn back on the display shelf behind me, which left me gazing at his well-packed basket only a hare’s whisker away from my face. I could have sworn that there was some considerable growth happening in that region, but put it down to an overactive imagination. We set a time for 4.45 pm that afternoon and I went away to have a further browse around the other shops in the mall.

I returned to the shop a few minutes earlier than suggested and found a note on the door saying “back in 5 minutes”. I just waited around until I saw the man walking up the street with big box in his arms. I assumed that he had just been around to his storeroom. He greeted me, commented on my prompt arrival and that he liked people that turned up when they’d made a commitment. He ushered me inside the shop and I followed him to the tiny office situated half way down the length of the shop, he told me to stay there and he went out the back with the box of shoe boxes he had in his arms. He eventually returned with the shoes that I had asked for and said for me to slip them on. While I had be away from the shop he had pulled down a display and all the stock was sitting on the seats that the customers usually sat on, so he suggested that I took a seat in the office and try them on there. He said he’ll be back in a minute and check my progress and with that he closed the office door and left me to it (I really thought this was odd)!

I sat down at the desk chair, removed my shoes and then opened the shoebox. To my surprise there was a pair of red Speedos tucked into one of the shoes. As much as it was unexpected it was very horny and so I thought it was more than just a coincidence that they were there. I quickly stripped out of my jeans and briefs then slipped into the Speedos. They were a perfect tight fit and made me extremely hard and horny! I slipped back into my jeans and tried on the shoes that had been temporarily forgotten. I waited for the shoe man to return for what seemed an hour, but was only minutes. He asked me how they felt and was I pleased. “Yes” on both counts I thought and then he asked me if there was anything out of the ordinary in the box. I replied by rubbing my crotch casually and he then asked if I “had them on”? It was obvious by the bulge in the front of my jeans that I did and then he asked if he could see me in them. I unbuttoned by jeans and lowered them for him to view the red Speedos. He stated in no uncertain terms that he wanted me to strip off completely, leaving the Speedos on and let him have a proper viewing. I was to take off everything and fold up my clothes into a neat pile on the desk chair.

With this instruction firmly in my mind I wondered what was going to happen. I was excited that this was all happening in what seemed to be the middle of a shop and could hear that there were some new customers in the shop, he closed the office door and went to serve them. I did as I was told, stripped off and folded my clothes on the chair. He returned just as I had finished, rubbed his hands over my Speedo clad bottom, picked up the pile of clothes on the chair stating that I would not be needing these for the time being. I was trapped, undressed in his tiny office with no escape! He turned off the light and closed the door with my clothes under his arm. “Don’t touch yourself,” he quietly commanded, “I will be back soon”.

There I was in the dark, harder than hard hoping that it would not be too long before he came back and wondering what he had in mind. I could hear him finishing up with the latest customers and then all went quiet. I could hear his footsteps in the shop and as they got closer I was getting more excited. The door opened and in he stepped turning the light back on. He seemed pleased with what he saw and then asked me to turn around with my back to him and for me to put my arms behind me. He bound them with some sticky packaging tape that held them firmly in position but didn’t restrict the blood flow. With my arms now immobilised he turned me around to face him and fondled my erect cock.

He lowered himself to one knee I thought he was going to suck me but to my surprise he had a shoelace in his hand which he thread up inside of the Speedo leg, across the bridge of my cock, down and out the other leg and tied the lace very firmly under my balls like a tourniquet. It was a sensational feeling and made me even bigger and harder than before. With this visible difference obvious to us both he stood up, swatted my arse very hard with his big paw and turned off the light. “I’m going to cash up and close the shop,” he said “then I will be back to spank your arse for cruising me earlier this afternoon. You can’t escape and I have your clothes so you are my entertainment for the time being!” With that he grabbed his crotch and rearranged himself and by doing this I could see the more than adequate outline of his manhood. There I was, pondering my fate and wondering if this was all a dream, the dream I wanted or was I actually in very big trouble?

It seemed like an eternity waiting for his return, I was hard as a rock and could feel the tourniquet around my cock preventing the blood from flowing freely. My arms were tethered behind my back and the packaging tape was lightly pulling the hairs from my wrists every time I moved. I heard him moving around the shop, then the bolts were dropped on the front door and as the till tape was ticking away printing out the days takings. It all went still. I could smell the smoke from a lit cigarette and then the door was opened but the shop was in relative darkness. I had lost track of time.

There was a chair parked just outside the office door, it looked like a school chair but bigger. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out into the shop. His hand slipped down my back and rested on my rear. He squeezed my cheeks and then pushed his hand between my legs and took hold of my cock. The front of the Speedos were rather wet due to my over productive ability to pre-cum. This he liked and told me so. He then picked me up with very little effort and placed me on his lap as he moved onto the chair. I was in the position that I had only ever thought about but nevertheless felt a bit scared. SWAT, SWAT, SWAT went his hand!

“Now why am I doing this?” he asked. I told him it was because I was cruising him when I came into the shop and with this answer I could feel something swelling beneath my belly, he was becoming hard! I added to the conversation how I was intent on serving him and that I was very pleased that he had noticed. Again I could feel his reaction. SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT, SWAT with his plate sized paw on my lycra clad arse. He stopped returned me to an upright position and told me to sit down on the chair. He said he felt uncomfortable in the shop and we would be going to the storeroom behind the shop to continue the evening’s entertainment. He went and grabbed a box of things and beckoned me to follow him to the back of the shop. For a moment I though we would need to go out into the street and down the lane but there was a back door which opened onto an enclosed inner light-well courtyard and then across to an open door which was the storeroom. I followed and once inside could see that this was his play area and that I was definitely not the first lad to venture there.

The space smelled slightly musty and it was much cooler than the shop. He closed the heavy door behind us and told me no one could hear us and that I could make as much noise as I wanted to but it would not matter. This sort of scared me a bit and sent a chill down my spine and surprisingly aroused me even more! I was told to face the wall behind the door and found that I was sanding on a base of a packing crate. In the middle of this crate was an eyelet ring and my feet were placed either side of it. My hands were freed momentarily then the packaging tape was replaced with some thick soft banding that felt more a waist belt from a Judo jacket.

My hands were now firmly bound and the remainder of the binding was threaded through the eyelet between my feet and pulled tight. My arms felt extended by I could still stand erect. While adjusting to my new environment I could see the shoe man remove his belt from his shorts and wrap the buckle end into the palm of his hand. He gave me six strokes on my arse and then turned me around. I thought it would have been more painful than the spanking but it wasn’t! Facing him I could see his solid frame waiting to be unwrapped. He removed his polo to expose a bed of bear-down that was highlighted with two nipples the size of bear bottle caps. He unzipped his shorts and slipped them off along with his socks and shoes. There he was, standing in his white “Y”s in all his glory, the treat that I had longed for all afternoon. He moved towards me and fondled and squeezed my cock then he stepped back and lowered his briefs. I gazed at his substantial manhood; it looked as though he had a skin covered red-bull can instead of a cock. There was a large chrome cock-ring positioned at the thick base, which seemed to frame the even thicker meat. Although just average in length, it was substantially thicker than I’d ever seen before and veined in girth, which made by mouth salivate!

He questioned me on what I was looking at and thinking about and commented on the afternoon’s events. “Bet you didn’t think you’d be tied up in my back room staring at my cock, hey boy?” he snarled. “Well you asked for it and it was you that put the Speedos on but not my suggestion, so now it’s my turn for some pleasure. I’ve got all the time in the world tonight and if you’ve got something to do or someone to meet, it’s just too bad!”

Was I in love with that South African accent (and always have been ever since)! I was then instructed to get down on my knees and he moved towards my awaiting mouth. I could smell the man musk from his groin as could see that as he moved towards me the very thick foreskin was rolling back automatically gradually exposing his glistening purple head. He forced it into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head. I though I was going to pass out because there was no way I could breath. Even when he pulled back my mouth was still very full of man meat! This seemed to carry on forever, but then I felt the head of his cock expand to what felt twice its size and he sprayed my throat with his seed.

He just stood there, panting and I was swallowing and tasting his man juice in my throat and up my nose. I was a bit disappointed that this had happened so quickly but I really should not have worried! He lit a cigarette, stood and looked at me and massaged my aching package with his foot. I was almost ready to blow when he said, “DON’T you CUM boy, I’m not finished with you yet…”

To be continued…