Gay Erotic Stories

Ever since I can remember having sexual fantasies I fantasized about being dominated.

I was brought up playing organized sports and was a talented athlete. In high-school I played varsity football (running back) and baseball (2nd Baseman). I am Greek/Italian mix with an olive complexion, long brown hair that naturally curled up in the back just above my shoulders. I was and am very masculine and popular with the ladies. The kind of guy you’d never think fantasized about submitting to a man’s sexual desires.”

At the time of my first encounter I was 18, 5’7” 150lbs, with defined thighs leading to a bubble butt that caught people’s attention most places I went. I loved to look at it in the mirror and would get turned on visualizing how it would look getting fucked, or how it would feel to fuck my own ass. It was August, 1988. I had just turned eighteen and heading on a family vacation to Provincetown, Cape Cod, Massachusetts. I had heard about Provincetown being a popular hang-out for gays and when I learned we were heading there I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what could happen. Not even my wildest dreams could have prepared me for what actually did happened.

If you’ve ever been to Provincetown you’d know there are beach-front restaurants, bars, and hotels everywhere, all bustling with activity. And unless you were blind AND deaf, you had no problem figuring out which ones were gay. I love to people watch and this was people watching heaven. I also loved being watched. I was confident in my looks, especially my body and ass, and loved being noticed, especially by guys. I was getting more “what’s up boy” come-ons than ever before in Provincetown. I’d pretend not to hear them and just strut on by, enjoying having something they wanted but wouldn’t give them.

As I was scanning the landscape taking in the atmosphere and energy, my eyes happened upon the biggest most imposing man I’d ever seen in my life. He had to be at least 6’7 or 6’8”, over 285-300lbs, power-lifter muscles, HUGE thighs, full beard, and head shaved bald. He had on cutoff jeans, a sleeveless jean shirt and black leather boots that went up past the ankle. He towered over everyone and there was no doubt who was boss.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, not so much because I was attracted to him but mainly because it was impossible to ignore his sheer size. I later learned he was an offensive lineman for a division 1 college and a NFL prospect before an injury ended his career.

He caught me staring and gave me this look that I instinctively recognized as “the look.” I was startled but flattered by how he did not leave anything open for interpretation; he wanted me, and had no problem letting me know. I remember giving him one of my typical cocky little smirks and thinking, “Yea I know you want me – too bad you can’t have.” As I turned away to casually make my way down the beach, satisfied by my latest blow-off, I was suddenly and without warning grabbed by the back the neck and twirled around like a rag doll.

I was shocked but not surprised, or scared. I didn’t even have to look to know it was him, and smiled with satisfaction. This little cat and mouse game was kinda fun.

He did not speak a word.

I looked up to get his attention but he continued looking straight ahead remaining focused on the mission at hand and dragging me along like prey. I started to get concerned as it felt like I was being taken into custody. My neck was engulfed by his huge hand and there was no doubt he could’ve snapped it on command. I was thinking “what the fuck is going on and why am I not resisting?” but I was drawn to follow.

When I realized he was leading me back to his waterfront hotel (which shall remain nameless) I snapped away from his grip. “What the fuck are you doing? And where the hell do you think you are taking me? And, why the fuck would you even think I’d go with you anyway? I know what you are and what you want!”

Without hesitation he looked down at me and said, “Oh yea boy? WELL I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! AND I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT! I don’t care how masculine you act, I see right through you. I can spot a bitch a mile away. You see boy, some of us are born tops. Some are born to be the bitch. YOU boy are a BITCH!”

I felt a sudden wave of excitement down my spine, shooting into my cock, and right up my tight virgin ass. I remember thinking, “Wow, maybe he’s right. Was I born with an inherent desire to serve a man’s sexual needs. Was I born to be a bitch?” I knew he was right.

At that moment I resigned myself to the fact that this might actually happen. “Well, then, where are you taking me? And what is it you want me to do?” Without looking at me, like he shouldn’t even have to answer the question, “You are going to do what bitches were made to do; serve and worship cock. Now get the fuck moving boy.” As I started walking up the stairs my attention turned to loud laughter and applause. I looked up there they were on the patio above, looking down at us, his friends, watching and listening to every word and celebrating an apparent victory. I gave them my instinctive cocky smirk and continued up the stairs. They proudly watched their friend bring his new piece of meat back to the room. B185 – a room number I will never forget.

As he reached for his keys my excitement turned to fear. The fear you feel when you are about to do something that you had only dreamt of.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this. You seem like a pretty extreme guy. I’m not sure I’m ready for anything too extreme.” He chuckled, and mumbled to himself, “I knew it, a fucking virgin.”

He looked down, perturbed but patient, “Look boy, you need to get something straight - You are a bitch whether you are a virgin or not. The only difference is that one bitch is serving its purpose and the other bitch needs to start.” He opened the door and pushed me in, immediately closing and locking it behind us. The room was furnished with an L-shaped sectional, a coffee table, and an over-sized lazy boy recliner. I remember being pretty impressed, and put a bit at ease, thinking, “Dam, this is nice, they must have money.”

He moved the coffee table then pointed to the middle of the floor. “Knees.” Having fully surrendered, and knowing there was no turning back, I complied with his command.

“Look up,” he commanded. I slowly looked up and he was standing over me like a skyscraper. His hairy, bulky muscular physique more apparent than ever from my new point of view. “You see that bitch? From now on that is going to be your view of the world. Get used to it.”

“You need to get this in your head now - Bitches are for sucking cock and getting fucked up the ass. That’s all a bitch’s mouth and ass are good for. Bitches do what they are told without asking a bunch of fucking questions; and serve as required without whining or complaining. You’ve walked this far. You know I’m right. It’s time you be what you were born to be or get the fuck out. Because once this ride starts there’s no getting off.” I didn’t move and remained on my knees confirming my obedience.

“Good.” He pulled down his shorts and his cock snapped out. He was rock-hard, and thick as a wrist. I had never seen another guy’s hard cock in real life and must have looked at it like “holy shit, I didn’t think dicks got that big!” “That’s right; I have a big hungry cock that requires a lot of attention from a properly trained cock-sucking bottom bitch. If you haven’t figured it out yet, that would be you this weekend.”

Looking down at me, he waved and hovered his cock just above my face just out of reach from my hungry mouth. “From here on out you will address me as ‘SIR,’ understand boy?”

“uh, ok, I guess, if that’s what you want,” I replied nonchalantly.

“NO BITCH! It’s ‘YES SIR’ to you! BITCHES CALL ME ‘SIR!’ Do-you-fucking-understand!?”

“Yes – yes – sorry - ‘YES SIR.’” He could see I rock hard through my swim trunks and proudly proclaimed, “Yep, I can spot a bitch from a mile away. Now open your fucking mouth and stick out your tongue bitch. It’s time to train you to be a good obedient cocksucker.”

Instinctively I hungrily wrapped my lips around his cock, struggling to keep my mouth open wide enough as to not scratch him with my teeth. I wanted him to think I was a good cocksucker. But before I even had the head all the way in, he grabbed my head with both hands, shoved his cock in my mouth, and let out a loud, aggressive, animalistic, “YEAAAAAA! FUCK YEA!!! I love little natural born bottom bitches!”

He started shoving his cock deeper in my mouth and eventually down my throat. I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough but he didn’t care. He was getting turned on seeing me struggle and amused at making me gag.

He started laughing – “Come on boy, take that big cock, you can do it. You have to do it. That’s what bitches do.” He started fucking my mouth, slow at first, but quickly getting more aggressive. I was doing everything I could not to gag. Moaning, choking, gagging, and trying to catch my breath when he was merciful enough to allow me air.

I was helpless under his weight and strength. He had one hand on the back of my head and the other under my chin. My whole head was in his hands. He then began to hold his cock still and move my mouth around it. Up and down, side to side, in circles, up and down again, laughing while forcing me to slobber on his cock. My mouth was reduced to a toy for him to use according to his amusement and pleasure. After a while he put me on all fours and made me look up at him with my mouth open and tongue out, like a puppy ready for its bowl. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth like a piston. I was doing my best but struggling with every thrust. My jaw was exhausted. Saliva flying everywhere. But turned on and rock hard the whole time.

“THIS IS CALLED GETTING YOUR MOUTH FUCKED BITCH! THIS IS CALLED GETTING YOUR MOUTH FUCKED BITCH! I OWN YOU THIS WEEKEND! THIS IS MY MOUTH! THAT IS MY ASS! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOUR PLEASURE, THIS IS ABOUT MY PLEASURE! BITCHES TAKE IT HOW THEY ARE GIVEN IT! AND ARE GRATEFUL FOR THE CHANCE TO SERVE! YOU UNDERSTAND THAT BITCH??!! ACCEPT AND EMBRACE WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU WERE BORN TO DO! WORSHIP THAT COCK!” With each thrust I could feel his dick swell and pulsate. I was rendered helpless, having no choice but to surrender my mouth to his whim and thinking, “So this is what it’s like to be at the mercy of a man’s primordial instinct to achieve orgasm.” Tasting what I instinctively knew to be pre-cum I became excited at the prospect of sufficiently serving him. He began to convulse and put my head in a vice grip. He shoved his huge cock as deep as it would go without me throwing up, “GOOD BITCHES DEEPTHROAT AND SWALLOW! FUCK YEA!” His load was huge. His cock was pulsating, unleashing an inferno of cum down my throat for about 15-20 seconds. At the time I didn’t think it was going to end. What satisfaction I felt in serving my purpose. He then pulled his cock out and immediately slammed my jaw shut with his hand across my mouth, “SWALLOW THAT CUM BITCH! THAT’S WHAT BITCH COCKSUCKERS DO – THEY SWALLOW!”

I defiantly looked him in the eye and took a slow big gulp, hating the taste, but loving the prize. He opened to examine my mouth to make sure I had swallowed every drop. I wanted to be the BEST bitch cocksucker he’d ever have and proudly showed him my empty, cum-laced mouth and throat. He mumbled matter-of-factly, “Just what a bitch’s mouth should look like.”

Looking down at me he said, “Pretty good, for your first time. I think I’m going to keep you. But you need more practice. Wait here, on your knees. I’ll be back in a bit. If you are still here when I return I will know that you have accepted your role as MY bitch, to own EXCLUSIVELY for the weekend. You understand boy?”

“Yes sir.” Little did I know what that truly meant. The weekend was just getting started.

(To be continued)