Gay Erotic Stories

I have been surfing the net for years, dropping into odd corners and moving on. With the explosion of AOL and the proliferation of users on all kinds of servers there has been a like geometric jump in net surfers and a similar growth in diversity. Almost any place I land in my surfing, any chat room or bb and the usual check for age and gender exposes a little bit of everything. Sometimes it is like lifting a rock in the woods, sometimes like opening a menu in an exotic restaurant and finding new and unusual dishes. Sometimes I can scan profiles and check out folks before I settle e into a cyber space. That is how I met Jake. I came into a chat room, scanned the screen names and found Jakedarak. His profile had the usual cute things about jobs and computers being gray, paying the bills, that he was married but curious, grown kids, executive looking - str8 acting, into gardening, cooking, philosophy and fantasy. His quote was something about looking inward and outward and reflecting.... Something about the philosphy, fantasy, reflecting, caught my interest and I went into the room. It was pretty quiet, lots of the usual inanities and my man Jake was not taking part, rather hanging back and waiting, I guess, of doing the instant message thing. Taking the bull shit by the horns, I im¹d Jake and started conversation. We drifted back and forth through the usual "stats" thing.... He is built pretty much like me... 5¹10², clean shaven, saltn¹pepper brown hair blue eyes, weight about right for a guy in his 50¹s, some body hair, not bad shape but not great, either... and what every "curious" guy wants to know.... 6² cut, average balls. Mine are shaved, his aren¹t, we discovered. We talked about our work, both in sales, our wives, I¹m out to mine, and he is so far in the closet that he is stored in a box at the dry cleaners. The subjects of religion and men¹s movement came up, we both have dabbled in all that stuff. Jake was easy to chat with and interesting..... graying with brains and not just a stiff dick. I was interested in a mixture of chat, as was Jake, I suppose, and then we came back to why we were in a chat room with m4m in the title. I asked him if he was alone and could talk... He was, as was I.... What he was wearing.... silk boxers for me CK briefs for Jake.... was he into cyber? hadn¹t done much and I like it a lot. What got him excited?... talk of being touched, stroked, teased, giving head, being told what to do. I asked him if he wanted to get something going, and with out waiting for a reply, I asked him, no, I told him to take off his tee shirt, to imaging that I was combing his chest with my fingers, that I was rolling his nipples between my fingers, that I was diggings in (a little) with my finger nails... I told him to do those things to himself.... I could almost hear him squirming over the net, with the anticipation of what I would ask or do next. I talked him through a blow job, imagining my lips on his root, sucking tightly, pulling hard, tongue lashing the proud plump head of his cock.... a hand cupping his tightening ball sac.... one finger teasing his hole. He had to make do, as I instructed him with his own spit standing in for my mouth juice, his hand for my lips and throat, and his fingers to tease his ass in my stead.... I typed descriptions of my mouth plunging down, covering and enveloping his rod with my lips and throat and he was mimicking with his hand... as I described cupping and stretching his scrotum, m y middle and longest finger nudging into his rosebud, he acted and did it to himself. He put words back on screen about his progress. He was very hard, his briefs were around one thigh, only , his knees were well apart and he slouched in his desk chair, he typed intermittently. I was working myself at the same time... My pole long since scraping the sky through the flap of my shorts. We came....and mopped up he with his Calvin's and I with a fistful of tissues. That was a great time. He had to go, and so did I , but we decided to stay "in touch" as it were. We connected again, electronically a few more times and then figured out that we were both going to be on the road, in the same area at the same time, in a few days. We wondered in print, what it would be like, what would the actuality be like if we could get together.... what would we want it to be. We were both heading to a part of the country with which I was very familiar, had friends and acquaintances beyond business, but Jake did not. It was the highlands and mountains of the Carolinas.... traditional, but with lots of options and potential. Jake set out what would be a turn on for him and then left to me the completion. My man¹s fantasy leaned towards meeting me, as a stranger, in a bar, or cafe, after work and getting into conversation, having a few drinks and going back to my place, a hotel or the like, and being drugged by me and then coerced into sex or used and waking up the this unexpected scene. My embellishment was that I would be joined in this by 3 friends, also bi or gay.... I, know this set of men from times past, and always from a sexual fantasy/games point of view. Counting, myself, Boyd ( 5¹10² , 6² and thick cut) the four of us are: Carl (same height, 155# 6.5² of lean dick, uncut, buffed body); Damon ( 6¹ even 185# in shape but nothing great, 7.5² of meat that is as thick as mine, 6.5² around, but very veiny) and last is Warren ( 6¹2² average build, but hung.... 8+² 7+¹ around, hooded covering over a fat plump head). You could think of us as a set of graded sausages. Some of us heavily balled, some with sacs that ride up high and tight.. So the four of us Boyd, Carl, Damon and Warren were going to create a scene that Jake would long remember. The time was set and at the appointed time and in the agreed place, I strolled into a bar in the Carolinas and began the eye game with Jake... We had purposely picked a place tat would be a little crowded and thus provide the pretext that I would share his table. We struck up conversation.... Covered business, wives and kids, the loneliness of the traveling life. We dipped into the possibilities and options... available women, pickups in bars..... having passes made by men.... As we roll played, he told me that he had been hit on by a good looking guy once... kind of like me, and that they went out for drinks, dinner and ended up in bed. Jake said It wasn¹t an altogether unpleasant time. Had anything ever happen to me, like that. I said no, but that maybe he and I could spend the evening together anyway... maybe go to a gay bar and see what the other 10% did in a town like this. I needed to go back to my room first, I told him to change into something less formal, and by the way we could have another drink. We entered my room and I could tell by Jake's reaction that he was surprised and , most likely - pleased. The room in my bed and breakfast was furnished in very traditional furniture, huge, high four poster bed (but with no head or foot boards set in the middle of the room). You almost needed a stool to get into it, comfortable wing chairs, soft carpets, indirect cove lighting, and a mini bar. Oh, and all the walls and the ceiling were mirrors.... I fixed us a drink, and per the arrangement, slipped a pill into Jake¹s and as he nodded off I showed him pictures of my wife and I, and another man, taken in this very room. the walls and ceiling reflecting us back and creating the impression of a far larger group than a menage a trois. Now, enter the other three, Carl, Damon and Warren, all nude and ready to play. We stripped Jake to his birthday suit and spread him out on the bed, a pillow under his chest, and another under his hips... each ankle was tied with silk neck wear to a bedpost, as were his wrists... he was face down, with his head at the foot of the bed, hanging over the edge, a bit.... his soft cock and swinging balls lay between his legs...exposed. Out on the Chippendale nightstand appeared a bottle of massage oil and a tube of lube. Looking at the ceiling, he appeared as a specimen pinned down for examination... each wall offered a different angle view of Jake being inspected and admired by the four of us. the choicest vista was looking down the length of him from his head, at the foot of the bed, to his feet and legs at the head of the bed, spread eagle, with a straight in look at his clean shaven balls resting atop his thickening member. I poured some oil into my hands to warm it up and leaned over jake¹s shoulders and smoothed it over his back the palm of my hand between thumb and forefinger straddling the ridge of muscle on either side of his spine... I worked it down from his shoulders to his butt, over and over further and further. I leaned over til my thumbs parted his cheeks and my cock brushed his face... Carl tilted Jake's head, parted his lips and my rod slipped in to that wet - waiting hole... with each down stroke of my hands on his back and flanks to cheeks, I thrust in a little deeper. The others rubbed and massaged other exposed bits.... Damon held his ass open for me and I fingered the pink rose bud at the end of each sweep. Damon stroked the slack balls and hard rod... We all admired the scene presented in quintuplicate in the four walls and ceiling glass...It was a special turn on for me to look to one side and see my cock¹s reflection as it pumped into his mouth, then look to his feet and see his cheeks cleft by my partner and my thumbs press home into his hole. I shifted position as Jake began to rouse and become aware of his situation... he tested his bonds and discovered that he had movement, but no freedom.... He looked to the side and , seeing the multiple reflection and images realized in full, or more what was happening to him... I moved between his legs and rimmed his hole, licked his balls. The back massage was now taken by Carl... his stroke on the slippery back alternated with Damon¹s fore arms pressing and smoothing. Damon¹s hard-on fell into Jake's left hand. The scene now has the prostrate Jake with his face filled with Carl¹s 6.5²er his left hand servicing Damon... and I lapping his nether lips... wetting and lubing then, at length, pushing my dick into his eager hole. Jake watched it all in fascination and more than a little anticipation... 4-8-16 eager and hungry, and hung men centered on taking their pleasure from him, giving him more pleasure than his fantasies had imagined. We conceived of this as a volley ball rotation... as each of us came close to erupting, we would take a breather and shift one position to the left.... Now, I move to Jake's right hand, Carl takes up the tattoo in the up thrust butt, Damon is taken in hand by Jake¹s busy left hand and Warren¹s 8² stuffs the slobbering, sucking, mouth, reaching deep into his throat. Jake is fighting a gag reflex, but struggles to relax.... falls into the rhythm of strokes on his back, thrusts in his gullet. Warren lets his hand circle Carl¹s dick as it is exposed before re sheathing in the opening hole.... I fondle the ball sac of both , finger Carl's asshole, heating him up causing him to buck more eagerly and roughly into Jake¹s man cunt. Another rotation and I am back being eagerly sucked off, Warren¹s mammoth meat barley fits in Jake¹s hand... Damon¹s 7.5² is rammed home... his ball slapping at Jake¹s scrotum streaking the length of the outstretched , straining cock on the bed.... He has stopped struggling.... and is a full partner, gripping whatever is in whatever opening or hand, giving as good as he is getting, moaning and growling when his mouth is able.... heaving to his own and to our tempos.... one more shift.....but this time, before continuing, we loose the bonds, turning him over, retying only his hands to the head of the bed, pulling him back almost double lashing his ankles to the same posts.... his cunt is more exposed. I straddle his face, facing Warren who is now poised with his monster at the waiting well of satisfaction.... the other two are well in hand and the beat picks up... I thrust in Jake's face as he j/o¹s Damon and Carl, one in each hand. The four of us are kissing and pinching our own, each other¹s and Jake's tits... slurping on whatever tongue or lip that is available.... Jake's eyes widen, now as he looks, between and around us to the ceiling images of himself impaled one two cocks... one each in mouth and ass and his hands filed to overflowing with stiff meat, pulsing and dripping precum pearls... Warren sets the pace, starting with shallow stabs, just the crown of his meat, then pushes the helmet rim of the crown between the sphincters and deeper and harder and faster. Jake's ass lifts to meet each thrust when he sees the action in the ceiling and wall mirrors... He swallows my 6² deeply lifting and sucking hard to get all he can, taunting me to give him more, he looks up between my legs and past my balls to the mirrored movie... his hands are a blur on Damon and Carl¹s cocks and balls. We stop suddenly, pull away, Jake is gasping begging for more and we each take the cock of the man to our right in our right hands and jack... slowly at first then building to a furious pace and spew sticky white pearls all over Jake's chest and belly. Each takes turns rubbing the mixed juices into his skin he groans with jealous incompletion. Each of us when not smearing in the jizz, jacks his diamond cutter dick lubed with our cum..... fingers is tired hole and prostate until he shoots. Wasted in the end in the reflection of the scene... 4 passionate, demanding, eager and very talented men using and exciting his total body.... reflected to infinity, to infinity, infinity, infinity in the multiple mirrors.