Gay Erotic Stories

A few years ago, while I was still studying, I went on vacation to South America and loved it for many reasons. I would like to tell you about an extraordinary experience I had on that trip. One of the guys involved asked me to keep his identity completely confidential, so some of the details will be a little vague. I apologize for that.

I was sitting on the terrace of a bar in a fairly touristy part of a city (not small, but not too big either). Across the street, a really HANDSOME man was looking at me. He had blond hair and an angelic face, but with a macho body, a real hunk. He was very muscular, wearing a white tank top and denim shorts. When I finished my beer, I went outside and asked him some silly question about where a museum was located. I was pleasantly surprised when he offered to accompany me so I wouldn't get lost.

I asked him a couple of questions about the museum, but he didn't know much about it. So I changed the subject and asked what else there was to visit in the city.

We went to a very nice park (by bike, so I had to rent one). And there we talked about travel, sports, and the gym. Then I told him I was hungry, so he invited me to his house for lunch. Of course, I accepted.

We went to a fairly large house (I was surprised that someone his age living alone had a house that size. Maybe 200 square meters, and later I would discover that he also had a basement). He told me that he bought it in ruins, with financial help from his family and then he repaired it himself. And to be able to accomplish all this, he had to do everything a friend told him to do. A lot of work.

"Now I understand where you got that nice body."

"Well, I spend a lot of time working out."

"With very good results."

He blushed a little and looked down. Bingo! I love shy guys, particularly because it's easier to fuck them.

“Shall we go in and have something cool to drink?”

“Yes, I'd love to. With this heat and the bike ride, I'm pretty exhausted.”

“Do you like lemonade?”

“Yes, perfect.” (Actually, no, but it didn't matter.)

“If you want, you can take a cool shower too.”

“I love the idea of us taking a shower,” I said, throwing out the bait. To my disappointment, he showed me where the bathroom was and then left. I felt a little confused, but OK, I'd figure something out.

When I was rinsing my head, he got in the shower. He was raging hard, his cock wasn't that big (I later found out it was 5.5 inches). But my God, he was the embodiment of masculine beauty, he looked like a Michelangelo sculpture. We immediately started kissing and soaping each other up. At one point, while he was soaping my crack, he tried to stick a finger in me.

“Hey! I'm only top.”

“Shit! Me too.”

“Well, two tops can still have a lot of fun.”

We started laughing and continued playing with the soap. Then we went to bed, still wet, and continued playing.

I kissed his neck and chest, I loved nibbling his nipples because it made him electric. I love finding a guy's erogenous zones, there's nothing more interesting than exploring a male body. I also smelled and sucked his armpits, he has very little hair, but it was still a little difficult. And he laughed a lot because it tickled. I continued down his hairless, six-pack abs until I reached his sparse blond pubic hair. I enjoyed sucking his cock a lot too, I wanted to eat his balls (although it was a little difficult because of his beautiful blond hair).

I was also able to suck his ass while rubbing his huge round buttocks. Then he took condoms out of the nightstand. At first, I thought it was strange, but then I saw that they were chocolate flavored. He put one on and then put a condom on me. He wanted to cum in my mouth. I put his cock back in my mouth and he swallowed mine. In no time at all, we both came, him a little before me.

He got up and went to get more lemonade. As he left the room, I watched his ass move, two beautiful, tight globes. We got up, got dressed, and went out to the garden for a while. There's an área preserved from neighbours' view, on the deck chair, I went back to sucking his cock. How exciting to see his blond pubic hair! This time he didn't finish in my mouth, but I masturbated him until his chest and abs were covered with his own cum. I took off my shorts, straddled him, and masturbated, spilling all my cum on his face, chest, and abdomen. His belly button was a lake of semen (mine and his).

We went to shower again, and I had to leave to return the bike. I asked him for deodorant, and he told me to take it from the closet. Inside, I found a bag with the Mr. M logo. I've never been involved in BDSM, but I've seen some porn videos of that trend, and then I got advertising for that brand. I went all the way thinking about that, and again with a little horny curiosity about the subject.

We arrived just before the bike shop closed. As we walked down the street, I said, “Let's grab something to eat, I'm starving. We used a lot of energy between the bike ride and sex, and we haven't eaten anything.”

“Oh, I saw you eat quite a bit,” he said with a laugh. “I really enjoyed sex with you.”

“Haha. Me too!”

We went to a bar. Without thinking, I shot the question, “Do you practice bondage?”

He froze for a moment, obviously not knowing how to respond, “Why do you ask?”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to be intrusive. It's just that I saw Mr. M's bag in your bathroom cabinet, and I was curious, and also a little horny about it.”

“Ah!!!!! (He put his hand to his head). I forgot to put it back in its place.”

"OK. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions about it. I'm studying psychology, and doing an interview on the subject would be great for me (it wasn't true, but it was a good excuse).

"Hmm. I don't know. It's a sensitive subject.

"You have nothing to lose. Naturally, I guarantee your anonymity.

"It's not something I talk about much."

"I understand, but like I said, no one will find out. Besides, I have a feeling it would do you good to talk about it. Do you have a permanent sub?" (I asked him almost in a whisper, because obviously I didn't want the other people to hear).

“Let's talk about this later.”

“OK.”

We finished eating in silence and went to a square, where we sat down, far away from the rest of the people. I didn't want to bring up the subject again because he was a little shaken. I thought it was best to wait. After a while, he decided to talk.

"It's very difficult for me to talk about this. I've only talked about it with a couple of persons. I was another guy's slave, but I can't tell you much more about it right now.

" I understand..."

"I know it might seem weird..."

"I'd love to ask you some questions, if you feel ready to answer them."

"OK. You're right that it would do me good to talk about it. Sometimes I feel like I'm choking."

"Well, I'll give you a few days to think about it. I'm continuing my backpacking trip, and I can come back to this city to do the interview."

"The interview is very important to you, right?"

"Yes. But I don't want to pressure you."

"You're not pressuring me."

"Great, I'm very interested, and it would be good for my career "(I lied again).

“Okay. But I'm thinking about something else...”

“Like what?.”

“If you want to do the interview, you're going to have to pay a price...”

“It depends...”

“Can't you guess?”

“I think I can: you want to fuck me.”

“I want to be your Master.”

“No! That's too much!”

"It's non-negotiable.

"Let me think about it."

"OK. Tomorrow I'll pick you up at your hostel and take you to the terminal. Then you can give me your answer".

Somehow the roles had been reversed. At first, he was the fragile one and I was the negotiator. Now he had the upper hand and I was hesitating. That situation made me very horny. I couldn't sleep at the hostel, and I had a hard-on again. I had to get up to go to the bathroom (luckily they were individual) and jerk off.

The next day, he was waiting for me at the door, smiling broadly as he greeted me. That smile was so bright that it eclipsed his perfect body. Obviously, I accepted his proposal.

When I told him, he hugged me, and that made me feel warm inside. It was beautiful. "Don't worry, it's all for both of us to enjoy. Here's a list of the rules: I know you're going to enjoy it a lot."

1- No permanent damage.

2- No blood, urine, or scatology.

3- Everything will be private, nothing in public.

4- You will only speak to answer me. If I don't ask you something, You remain silent.

5- You will choose a safe word. If you use it, whatever we are doing will stop immediately.

6- If you use the word, you leave immediately and there is no further contact (no interview either).

7- It will last from Friday at dusk until early Monday.

As we said goodbye, he hugged me again (I think it was the warmest hug of my life) and said, "That weekend you will be my slave, but starting Monday I will treat you like a king.