Gay Fetish Erotic Sex Stories

I look at them with respect, fear, and excitement. It is a Sunday morning and I know I won’t have many customers today so I begin to daydream whilst not taking my eyes off of them. There are four in all, and they are of two different widths. I can’t restrain myself any more, it’s like they are calling out for me to touch and stroke them. These bamboo canes were once the masters of men and I can feel my backside tingle at their memory.

I was sitting in my living room my mind in turmoil. Only half an hour ago my father in law had surprised me and himself by walking in to my bedroom and caught me red handed having sex with another woman besides his daughter. He was absolutely out raged. He threw her clothes at her and ordered her out of my house. He had said nothing to me except that he would be back in about half an hour or so.

With his hand around my dick it didn’t take me long before I sent my cum flying on to the wall in front of me. He took over the fucking for a few more minutes until his thrusts became more urgent, I felt his cock expand inside me and with a load groan he shot so much of his hot cum into me that I could feel it dribbling out before he’d finished. Afterwards he made me wash him all over including his arse hole.

My partner and I have been together now for eight and a half years. He is 42 and a bit of a hairy bear and I am 38 and a bit thinner but not much. He’s always known that my fantasy is to be spanked and dominated and not wanting to hurt me he’s never indulged me in this particular fantasy until four nights ago. It was far better than I thought it would be. In fact, as I’m writing this, I’m having to sit on a cushion and even then I have to stand up every now and again as my arse is getting hotter by the second and is still bright red after he indulged me again last night.

Tim couldn’t wait for Jed to come back. He’d been away for a month with his truck and he was due home within a couple of hours. The last time Jed had been back he’d stayed for a fortnight and their love making had been more passionate and intense than ever before. Actually they had made love at least once, sometimes twice, every day and three times on Jed’s last day before going away.

Mike, a 42 year old athletic man, was jogging back to his house after his longest ever run in the rain when he saw a young man on the ground and in obvious pain at the end of his street. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked as he approached him. ‘No, my leg’s in fucking agony and I think it’s bleeding.’

It was my first night working in the tavern. The place was rough and full of big and tough looking men, all outlaws of one kind or another. The tavern was right next to the sea and as the wind whistled around and the sea crashed against the rocks the place was heaving with the meanest looking pirates. A big log fire was crackling away and candles on the walls illuminated the dull yet daunting room sent eerie flickering shadows dancing into the deepest of corners.

God I was tired. I had been to a late night cruise bar in the hope of picking someone up, but some nights it seems to be just the same old faces. Uninteresting ones at that. I got really bored so downed my last pint, got in my car and started on the fifty minute drive home. It was the end of the week and I’d gone out straight from work, bringing my ‘overnight gear’ with me in case I got lucky, and I had been drinking steadily all night.

From what I could make out in the dim light of approaching dawn we had reached a small clearing in the woods. Not far from the car park and the silent road. A semi circle of trees stood around like voyeurs in a back room, shadows waited between their trunks and nothing moved in the stillness behind them.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the previous Saturday, when I had been caught by the police. It had taken a couple of days for the stinging on my arse to stop and another couple of days for the welts to go down. My arse had really stung when I’d first got home and taken a bath that night. When I touched the water I yelped with pain and jumped straight up again. It took me about five minutes to actually sit down and afterwards I had to pat myself dry very carefully.

Bent naked over the policeman’s lap with my hands handcuffed behind me, I felt my arse get hotter and hotter as he spanked me with his open palm. The sound of naked flesh slapping naked flesh echoed around his living room. My stiff cock was leaking so much pre cum onto his coarse uniformed trousers I felt I was having a non stop orgasm as he carried on spanking me.

I have my own shop and when I’m not busy I write gay porn to sell on the internet. What follows is a true story of an incident that happened in the shop one day.

I was bored and feeling horny at home and decided to go on my usual gay chat page. I went through all my favourite pages seeing the same old faces when I noticed somebody different and they lived in the same area as me. Intrigued I read his profile. 'I need a good long horny spanking by father/uncle figure,' it read.

James answered him only by walking in as he hadn't been given permission to speak as yet. James was nineteen years old but could be younger if that's what somebody wanted. He had a youthful face and was classed as being thin. He'd met the burly man by chance only the other night and had been invited to the party on the strict orders that he would be a slave for the night and to do what ever he was told.

Tim hadn't felt pain like it. Not even when his father used to put him over his knee as a kid. His arse was actually burning and felt red raw. 'Stop it, stop it I can't take it anymore!' he shouted as he carried on thrashing around over Jed's knee, trying desperately to escape the hand that was seriously spanking him. 'This is nothing. I'm not finished yet,'