Gay Erotic Stories

I met him on the internet…hard to believe! I had put an advertisement on one of the sites that I was looking to be dominated. I explained that I was submissive and wanted a woman to control me. It was less than five minutes before I received my first reply. She was a domina but she wanted to be paid. I was in no mood to go to a pro…it just doesn’t seem real when you pay someone to dominate. The next message simple asked if I was open minded. I replied with a one word “yes…” That one word opened a door that I never thought I would go through and now can never imagine it being closed.

The next message told me that being submissive meant that I should be willing to do anything the circumstance presented. I was intrigued. By the fourth email I realized I was talking to a man. He told me that since I was not gay, submitting to a man would be a true act of submission. I thought about it and it made sense, besides, submission is not always about sex so I would probably be okay. Some touching, some pain, humiliation, but probably wouldn’t go too far. So, I agreed to meet with him. I am open minded, I told myself.

He told me to meet him in a parking lot that was near his house and I would follow him from there. I could see him in the silver Lexus he said he would be in. His hair was grey and his jaw was strong. He peered at me and nodded with approval and I followed him. His house was remote on several acres of land and the nearest house was about a half a mile away. It frightened me that I would be alone and if I needed help, no one would hear me. I hesitated as he opened the garage door and walked in. I sat a moment and thought, but my libido took over and I got out of the car and followed. He stood in the door way and stopped me. There were no pleasantries, just simple and direct instructions. “Take your clothes off.” The order was direct and I did not hesitate. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off of my shoulders, took off my shoes and socks and unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the cement floor. I stood there in my athletic boxers, the outline of my hard penis pushing against the stretchy material. He stared at me, moving his eyes up and down. “Everything…” instructing me to get out of my underpants. I complied and stood there before him, totally erect and quite humiliated. He stood there judging me and motioned me to him with an almost dismissive wave. He was on a step and stood above me. “You are naked. You agreed to this. Before entering my house, you must kiss me…” I was repulsed. My hope of simple domination seemed to be waning and I worried that this was going to be more sexual then I thought. He leaned down and put his lips on mine. His hand latched on to the back of my head and his mouth opened and his tongue invaded me. I did not respond, I just let him do what he wanted. He could feel my non-responsiveness and jammed his tongue further into my mouth. It was hard, hot and slippery. I figured he might choke me with it so I had better give something back. I accepted his French kiss and returned with my own. He stepped back and said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I stopped and thought and it wasn’t. The sensations were different than kissing a woman; whiskers and aggressiveness from someone that was stronger than me.

I looked at him. He was a handsome man. His eyes were a deep blue, accented by his steel grey hair. His body was lean and strong. He was probably about 10 years older than me and everything about him said he was in control. He had me follow him into his house to a secondary bedroom. My body was naked and vulnerable. He turned and looked at me very slowly. On the bed he had a white tee shirt and white underpants laid out. “Put these on.” I was somewhat relieved that I would be allowed to cover my nakedness. He walked into another room. I dressed and waited on the bed for him. In about five minutes I heard him calling be from the other end of the house. I followed his voice and came into what I assumed was his master bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and waved me to him. I stood before him and he ran his hands down my chest, tweaking my nipples as he did so. He then ran his hands over my ass. I was not sure what to do so I let him. He then turned his attention to my balls. I was still hard and my scrotum was drawn tight to my body. He grabbed it through my underpants and squeezed them hard…I knew this sensation and opened by legs slightly to allow him better access. I had not noticed until this moment, but he had changed. He was now wearing a leather vest without a shirt and leather pants. The leather pants were chaps actually with a leather cod piece. I had seen clothing like this only in the movies.

I held on to my balls and brought my head down and kissed me roughly. “My bitch,” he said with a certain menace, but the words and tone sent shivers of excitement through my body…He stood and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I was now staring directly at his leather cod piece. He took the back of my head and pulled my face into his groin. He told me to lick the cod piece and I did so obediently. The leather had a musky taste and I could feel the firm cock that it covered. He took his hands and in a quick, deft move unsnapped the piece and let it fall to the floor. His erection now stared at me. “Kiss it.” Again simple instructions and I hesitated. The hesitation stirred his ire and he slapped me hard across the face. I was shocked but titillated. “Kiss it,” he said again. I had seen other men’s erect cocks, but I had never touched one, let alone kissed one. Slowly, I leaned forward and gave it a peck; much like one would kiss his aunt. He actually laughed out loud. “You know what I mean…open your mouth.” I again obeyed and he slid the penis head into my waiting mouth. Cock. Dick. Wood. In my mouth…my first taste…I wanted it to linger and remember it forever. After it crossed my lips I gladly entertained it, trying to recall blow jobs I had enjoyed and emulating. The firm skin…pre-cum…the head…then gagging as I traveled down the shaft. He stopped me and pushed me back, “That was a decent first go, boy.” He then had me stand on the bed so I was above him. He had me turn around and measured me. “My bitch…my cunt…my clit…” He was totally in control. He reached up and stuck his fingers in my mouth, “Suck…” I did so, willingly now. The lines were beginning to cross and I was doing things that 10 minutes before I was hesitant to do. He was strong and he grabbed the neck of the tee shirt and ripped it down the middle. Then without hesitation, he did the same to tight, white underpants. I stood there on the bed in torn clothing, my cock and balls again exposed. He grabbed my balls again and used them as leverage to pull me to the edge of the bed. He then took me into his mouth. I thought I would faint. He took his free hand and spanked my ass with a solid swat. With his mouth sucking me and his other hand squeezing my balls, the feeling was exquisite. He immediately pulled back and said, “Don’t you dare cum…lie down and put your legs in the air.” I did it immediately, without thinking and he left the room. I stayed in that position until he returned.

He came into the room with a 10” long dildo. It was thick and pink with plastic balls at the bottom end. It looked like it had been cut off of a giant or, at the very least, a well-endowed porn star. He put it to my mouth and without being told, I began to suck it. While I did, I felt something cold drizzling over my balls and down my ass. Then a finger inside of me…he was liberally lubing me. Then he was kneeling between my legs and lubing the dildo. “Grab your knees and pull them to your chest. Your little pussy is going to get raped.” Then the tip was at my opening and being forced inside of me. I was being stretched and it hurt. He told me to relax, but that was impossible with that huge rubber cock jabbing me. Soon, I felt a pop and the head of it was inside me. He let it sit there for a moment so I could adjust…then he continued the journey. Slowly, all the way inside of me until the fake balls were against my firm ass. Then he began the in and out…in and out…in and out...

He told me to sit up. I did so and that cock was buried in me. He told me to bounce on it and I did…He stepped over to his dresser and brought out a camera that had apparently been videoing us. He began to quiz me while I humped the fake cock. “State your name…are you a bitch…are you a faggot…what is in your ass…do you like it there…do you want to be fucked…by a man?” With that, I began to beg him. I want flesh and blood in me, not this rubberized prick. He left the room and soon came back. He took my hand and told me to follow him and that I better keep that cock in me. He let me to the master bath which was brightly lit and had mirrors so you could see from every angle. On the counter was his camera, still shooting. He stood me in the middle of the room so I could see myself from all angles in the bright unforgiving lights. He approached me from behind and caressed me…pushing his cock into my already filled ass, kissing my neck and feeling my nipples. “Look. Look in the mirrors at yourself. You are with a man. How does it feel? You are my little bitch…my pussy boy…” He then took me to the counter and had me bend over and hold onto it. He stood behind me and grabbed the balls of the dildo and started to pull it out. It did not take much as it shot across the floor. He then began to rub his cock up and down my crack. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up…”Watch! Watch and see what I am doing to you…fucking you…” He pressed his cock to my hole and again I felt the pop and the warmth of his manhood sliding into me. I could see why he used the dildo first. He was so thick he stretched me even more. The rubber cock was longer, but he was wider…I felt his close cropped pubic hair rubbing against my bare ass, the leather of his chaps against my skin…then slowly, rhythmically he began to pound me, still with a handful of my hair so I could not look away. I did not want to. I felt every inch of his hardness and want to feel it forever. He was not gentle. He was almost like and animal, pounding me relentlessly…I could do nothing to reciprocate. I was his to use. I could feel my cock dripping pre-cum. His pace quickened and he fucked me like he wanted to tear me apart. Then, in the mirror, I saw his eyes roll back in his head and I felt his body tremble…the warmth of his cum filled me…I could feel his ejaculation…the gooey…warm…spurts…one…two…three…four…

He left his cock in me and I could feel the hardness going soft. I did not move. Then I felt more warmth…not the thick, gooey kind. He was pissing in me…he then pulled out and his warm, golden stream covered my naked ass and back…I jacked myself and within three tugs I shot the biggest load of my life all over his cabinets. He emptied himself and through me a towel…”Clean it up…lick up your cum…”

I did as I was told and cleaned up his urine before jumping in the shower and rinsing down. I came out, still naked and he was dressed. I went to the other end of the house and put my clothes on too. He led me to the door and asked, “Would you do this again?” I answered yes with a great longing that I could not hide. He then told me whenever I leave his house, I would kiss him. The first time I kissed him, I was not so sure, this time; however, I wanted that deep rough kiss like I wanted no other…