Gay Erotic Stories

I had just turned 18 and decided I'd celebrate by getting my very first tattoo. I had recently gone off to college about 2 hours from where I grew up. Coming from my upper-middle class upbringing in the suburbs I couldn't wait to finally be a little bad. I spent hours in the days leading up to my birthday and I still hadn't figured out what to get, but I knew where i wanted it. I wanted something cute on my right ass cheek. It was the day before my birthday and once again I was at the tattoo parlor still trying to figure out what I wanted. It was a slow night for the guys and only two were left. An hour before closing the young guy went home. It was then the tall bearded, muscular guy started chatting me up. We talked about what I wanted and how I'd just moved out here for school. It turned out this guy was the owner. I finally settled on something I thought was adorable and I begged the owner to give it to me now, but he said he couldn't. It was then he said to me "I can tell you really want it and you seem like a cool guy. Why don't you come back to my place and I'll do you after midnight?" I was so excited I blurted out "Would you? I'll pay extra, whatever you want!" I was excited, and I couldn't help but think back to what my parents told me about being careful and I knew they'd disapprove. That turned me on even more. This guy was hot too. He had a thick dark beard, dark intense eyes, and a deep deep voice. He was wearing big boots, faded blue jeans, and a gray tank top. His arms were big and defined. He was pale with tattoos all the way up to his neck. it was a few minutes before 10 and he locked the door. He gathered his things and told me he lived in the woods and I'd never find my way back so it'd be best if I rode with him on his motorcycle. He had a big sexy harley out back. I hopped on back and we rode about 20 minutes until we turned off the road and onto a rocky rode. My ass hurt as we went up and down over ruts and swerved around rocks. Finally we got to a rough looking old house. It was pitch black when he shut the light on the bike off. He grabbed my hand and led my up a small hill to the front porch. I stumbled a couple times but he help me up. We went through the unlocked door and finally he switched on the light. He led me to the kitchen and we talked while he pushed me to drink beer after beer. The more we talked the more he seemed to take control and it started to feel like an interrogation. I was liking it and he could tell. Finally he announced he'd go get his things ready and we'd get me tatted up. He told me he wait in the living room and feel free to look for the remote. I think he'd figured out that I would do pretty much anything he suggested. He disappeared down a dark hallway and i searched around the poorly lit room until I found the remote. I turned the TV on and I was shocked. He had a video playing of him and a girl about my age. He was roughly stripping the girl and yanking on her hair. I was shocked, embarrassed. I fumbled with the remote and dropped it. I just stood there mesmerized, scared. I heard loud footsteps and he appeared in the room. He had taken his shirt off and his body was even hotter than I though. He was ripped, heavily tattooed, with hair on his pecs and running in a thin line down to his belt. I dove down looking for the remote and he walked over, snatched it out my hand and pressed pause without turning around. He was now towering over me and looking down at me with anger in his eyes. My heart was pounding. He gripped me by my hair and pulled me up to my feet. Still looking down at me he said "She regretted resisting me. Don't make the same mistake. Take it off boy." I stood frozen, still trying to process what was happening to me. He smacked me hard in the side of the head and shouted "Now, faggot." I stripped down and as soon as I did he was shoving me down the hallway. He shoved me into a room where only candles were burning. I saw a tattoo chair, a leather bench, and another dark hallway. He locked the door behind us and told me "I knew you needed this the first day you came in boy. And don't worry, you're getting that tattoo." He sat down on the bench legs wide and ordered me to lick his boots. I was entranced and I got right to work. I had never done this before but for some reason I was really enjoying it, the taste, the cold hard floor on my knees, the fear. Soon he was gripping my neck with his big hand and ordered me to hold my hands behind my back. I complied. Then he pulled my head up and positioned me between his legs. He kicked off his boots and stood up shoving his bulging crotch into my face. He unbuttoned his pants, and whipped out a big fat uncut dick. It wasn't completely hard yet but it was much bigger than mine. I looked up into his eyes. He flashed me a knowing smile. I gulped. He took my head and pushed it down onto his half hard dick. After a few good pumps he pulled me back and spit in my face. Then he slammed me back down on his dick. I worked hard to suck his growing cock and he was choking me over and over with it. I was gasping for air and he must have seen the fear in my eyes. He spoke quietly "Keep being a good boy and you'll be alright. Hear me bitch?" I nodded in approval still trying to catch my breath. Then it was back down on his big fat uncut dick. I was struggling and really starting to panic. Then he pulled out, slapped my face, and urged me up onto the bench . I complied. He walked away and I heard a wood topped box open and close. He walked back around behind my still heaving body. He slapped my ass hard and i winced. He laughed. He spit at my puckered hole and then I felt his hot wet tongue touch my hole. I felt a strange calm wash over me as I relaxed. He tongue fucked me for a few minutes and then started to gently tease my hole with his fingers. I was starting to bounce back on his fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted this! He stood up, bent over me, and I felt his warm breath on my neck as he asked "You want me to fuck you bitch?" Instinctually I moaned while biting my lip "mhmmmmmmmmmmrph." He pulled back and slapped my ass as hard as he could. As the sting subsided he said "That's right. You're my bitch. You're going to work hard for me aren't" you FAGGOT?" as he lubed up my hole and his hefty cock. I felt the fat head of his heard dick pressed against my hole. He put his big right hand on my shoulder and urged me back. He said "Work for it boy. Show me what you want. Rock on it. Fuck yourself boy." Without thinking I started to bounce back and forth. He was sliding deeper and deeper and I couldn't believe I was doing this. I couldn't believe it hardly hurt. After a few minutes of trying to work my way down on it he gripped my hips and held me still. With steady pressure he pushed it all the way in me and I gasped, unable to speak. He snickered and used the weight of his body to bury his whole cock in me while my hole relaxed around it. I could feel his huge hairy balls pressed against my thighs. Once I finally caught my breath he pulled me back up onto my knees. Then he ordered me "Fuck yourself on my dick." I replied "yes sir."