Six of the Best Erotic Gay Stories

© 2013 by Kenny Dima. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/15/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6995-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-6996-9 (e)

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Contents

THE SLAVE GAME

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

THE RECRUIT

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

FILTHY WEATHER

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

RETRIBUTION

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

WAGON TRAIN LOVERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

THE TOURIST

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

THE SLAVE GAME

Chapter 1

SAYING GOODBYE TO MUM and dad was a lot easier than I imagined. Apart from holidays I’d never been away from home and felt really grown up; I waved goodbye to them again through the window of the train as it eased out of the station. The feeling of excitement and apprehension mingled together as I tried to visualise in my mind what the first day at university would be like. I’d never been a good mixer at school or college probably because I knew I was different; surely there were other guys out there who preferred boys to girls!

I didn’t remember dropping off but when I woke the carriage was full. The handsome man sitting opposite smiled and with his eyes signalled a message for me to look down towards my crotch—I had a hard-on and the Great Pyramid of Egypt was there for everyone to see! I nervously placed my hands over the display and felt the blood rush to my face with embarrassment then closed my eyes. When I opened them again I saw the blond-haired man who had alerted me to my humiliation smiling and I thought ‘what the heck’ I’m not likely to see anyone on this train in the near future and returned his happy gaze.

His hypnotising stare locked with mine, filling my thoughts with a desire I’d never felt before. For a brief moment I was distracted as the train came to a halt and many commuters alighted leaving the smiling stranger and myself alone in the compartment but when I glanced back he had unzipped his jeans and was holding his uncut erection with both hands. I stared in disbelief at the beautiful flesh just inches away from my face; I wanted—no, needed to taste the pink skin peeking from his fist. I looked up with bulging eyes to his face and he nodded his consent. An instant later I was on my knees gorging on the luscious post, listening to his panting over the clatter of the train’s wheels, I built up a rhythm with my lips then ran my left hand up inside his T-shirt touching hairy skin; he sighed loudly. With my other hand I swiftly took out my cock and began pulling to and fro. Hands gripped either side of my head forcing me down harder, deeper and faster. I was bobbing up and down as fast as the wheels were going round when a voice above me shouted a warning, I’m coming!

I thrust his hot pole as deep into my mouth as I could, my nose nudging the silky soft pubic hair and then the exploding fountain of sperm hit my throat; that was all the encouragement I needed to shoot my own sperm across the carriage floor. The flesh wedged in my face began to wilt and I slowly lifted myself off the magnificent cock, the hands that had gripped my head so tightly now gently caressed my cropped hair. I stuffed my depleted cock back into my trousers before standing up then looked down onto the smiling man’s handsome face. My name’s Jack. He held out a hand.

And I’m Martin. I rubbed my hand on my trousers before making contact in case I’d left anything sticky on it!

Jack stood up and adjusted his clothing as the train pulled into a station, he must have seen the disappointed look in my eyes and laughed.

I’m not getting off yet, I’m going all the way to Vale, the university stop!

But that’s where I’m going, Vale University! I said excitedly. It’s my first time and I may need some help finding my way around.

Have you somewhere to stay?

No, but I’ve been given a list of addresses of people who accommodate students.

Yes, and no doubt the rooms will be infested with cockroaches and let the water in when it rains, he smiled, I think it may be a good idea if you bunk in with me, after all we do have something in common, don’t we? He winked.

Gee, thanks Jack; that would be great!

On reaching our destination we struggled with our heavy baggage out of the station to a waiting taxi, five minutes later the cab stopped on a tree lined avenue in a very elegant part of town.

You live here? I asked stupidly.

My aging father has property all over the country; he lets me use this place while I’m at Vale. Here, let me give you a hand with that bag, it looks heavy. He picked it up as if it weighed nothing.

You must work-out a lot. I studied his broad shoulders while he lifted the holdall.

A couple of times a week, there’s a gym in the basement.

He opened the door and I was in another world. The word opulence came to mind as I took in the elegant hallway leading to the wide, curved staircase.

Come on, I’ll show you your room.

We climbed the stairs then passed many doors before stopping at the one marked ‘guestroom’. He switched on the light and I gasped! The room was blue, every shade imaginable, the ceiling, walls, deep piled carpet, even the massive bed. Erotic pictures of naked men hung on the walls as did a huge plasma television. It was fantastic, but…

Look, Jack, thanks for offering me a room but the allowance I’ve got won’t cover the cost of a place like this.

Let’s not talk about that now, Martin. University doesn’t start for first year students for another week, we’ll find some way for you to pay your share. Do you like Chinese? I’ll phone an order through, I’m starving.

I began unpacking my bag and heard Jack talking on the telephone.

Get yourself showered; the food will be here in ten minutes. Jack shouted from a long way off.

The shower room was as luxurious as the bedroom, an assortment of gels and shampoos tidily arranged on a shelf. I stripped out of my clothes and saw my image in the full length mirror occupying the whole wall, I vainly watched myself do a series of exercises; I had a good size chest and narrow waist, my suntan had recently been topped up during a heat wave and the only body hair was around my bits! I smiled at myself; tonight I looked and felt on top of the world. I stepped into the shower, adjusted the heat then removed the cap from a bottle and sniffed the liquid; the pungent aroma hit my nostrils like smelling salts. The sweet perfume was nothing like I’d ever smelled before and although I was feeling dizzy I poured some of the gel into my hands and smothered my body in the unusual foam; I was on cloud nine!

There’s something for you to wear on the chair outside. Jack’s voice startled me as I rinsed the heady fragrance from my body. After towelling myself dry I stepped into the blue bedroom; over the back of an armchair was a colourful Kimono, there were no other clothes in the room; all of my stuff had disappeared! I dressed in the silky material and noted it must have been made for someone with very short legs; it barely covered my bum!

You look very sexy!

I turned at the speed of light to see Jack standing at the door with a wide grin on his handsome face. He was wearing an identical robe.

Come on, the food’s getting cold. I followed him down the stairs and into the dining room; more lavishness greeted me, a huge chandelier hung over the long wooden table surrounded by six high backed chairs; we sat next to each other at one end. Jack served the meal from polystyrene dishes equally onto two china plates; there was far too much. A bottle of chilled white wine was taken from an ice bucket and poured into crystal glasses. Cheers! Here’s to a lasting friendship.

Cheers and thanks, Jack, for what you’ve done.

"I never thanked you Martin, for what you did on the train, we both laughed, tell me something about yourself." He asked while piling his plate with more yellow rice.

I’m eighteen, live with mum and dad, bit of a loner really, you know, not many friends.

You must have someone to practice on; you gave me the best blow job ever.

I’ve never done it to anybody before, it just came naturally.

Are you telling me you’ve never had a relationship?

That’s right, I suppose I’m a bit shy—well, I was until today! More laughter.

After the meal, the empty dishes were scooped up and disposed of, I offered to do the washing up but Jack said it would be taken care of later. We moved to the brightly lit lounge and sat together on a wide leather settee. He rested a warm hand on my thigh and I felt a twinge in my sack followed by a movement inside my gown. I tried to close my legs together but Jack’s hand slid down and seized my rising stem. Relax, you’ve seen mine, why shouldn’t I see yours! he whispered.

He pulled the flimsy material open and I took in a deep breath as a hand stroked my stomach and chest gently tweaking one nipple and then the other. Although my eyes were shut I sensed his face was close; I felt his lips touch mine. I responded as best I could, this was the first time for me. While still kissing, he removed my Kimono and laid me down, all the while touching and feeling the most sensitive parts of my body; I was in paradise!

He slowly kissed my neck, then my chest, moving gradually down my stomach until he reached my pulsating cock. Ahhh! I heard myself cry out as he began licking the underside of my crown, and then his lips engulfed the entire column in one rapid movement. I grabbed his head to make him stay still, I was sure I would come if he moved. The exploring tongue flicked over the sensitive skin as his head slowly returned to my helmet driving me into an uncontrollable frenzy. My legs jerked with pleasure and I began digging my fingernails into his back as the head of steam began building up. Jack must have sensed my imminent eruption; he moved from cock to balls, nibbling gently on the delicate skin before taking one ball in his mouth and then the other and all the time his gentle hands were roaming over my body. A hand went between my thighs and began searching, moving fingers tantalised around my hole and then something was inside me; a finger was probing my inside! I thought I had experienced the best of the best already with Jack but this new sensation was stimulating me beyond my wildest dreams! I felt the exploring digit touch something deep within me and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Oh, Jack! I’m coming! I’m coming! I yelled and clamped my arse cheeks together trapping his finger inside as the first of many jets flew high into the air. I lay exhausted on the settee.

You’re the first person I’ve met who can come without jerking off. Jack smiled while using the remote control to operate some electronic gadget.

Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.

Let’s freshen up. He squeezed my shoulder. The shower next to the lounge reminded me of the one in the sports hall at college. It was long enough to clean twenty bodies at the same time.

Wow! Why is it so big?

The previous owner did everything on a grand scale. He said in a matter-of-fact manner.

Jack’s body was powerful, just turning the tap on made his muscles flex; he caught me watching him in the mirror and smiled.

Let me wash your back, Martin. I moved closer under the cascading water and felt strong hands rub the same perfumed gel into my skin as I’d used earlier. I became light headed as before.

What is this stuff? It makes me feel woozy.

It’s a special deep cleansing lotion, don’t you like it?

Jack stood behind me, his soapy hands around my body moving in circles and gradually dropping lower until the inevitable happened. The gel had me hard in an instant and the slow to and fro action along with the sweet aroma excited me beyond belief. I was aware something was pressing hard against my hole and I was a little frightened; a finger was one thing but the enormous size of Jack’s cock was another.

Why don’t you let me take you to bed, I’ll be very gentle with you. He whispered in my ear.

I don’t know, Jack. You’re twice as big as me in that department.

I’ve got some special cream; you won’t even know I’m there!

I had always wanted to experience the feeling but now it was going to happen I was a little scared. I dried and with trepidation followed him to my blue-room.

Where’s my stuff? I remembered it had gone missing while I showered earlier.

All your clothes are in the laundry and your books are safely put away. He tapped my bum, urging me forward towards the bed. He worked himself up and stretched a condom over his massive cock, then from under the pillow, removed a tube and unscrewed the cap.

This is not going to hurt, is it?

Not if you completely relax. He assured me. Bright lights suddenly filled the room and I became agitated. Nothing to worry about, I just like to see what I’m doing.

He positioned me on my side with my legs bent and began smearing some cool creamy stuff up and around my hole; the light touch of soothing fingers stimulated my cock again and a moment later I felt the tip of his cock slide up and down, searching for the entry point.

"Just relax and