Gay Erotic Stories

This story happened when it happened I was 29 years old. It was the summer of 2000. I stand 6 ft. and weigh 184 lbs. Smooth Body, work out regularly, love to run, great shoulders, dark wavy hair, green eyes, and good looking in a Rob Lowe way. I love military men – especially Marines. I hunt them down whenever I can and have scored with a lot of them.

Whenever in San Diego I like to drive up to Oceanside and check out the Marines. There have been many; many times I have gotten lucky. I would like to tell you about one of these times.

I usually walk the streets getting a feel for how the night will be. I usually go on weekend nights. Most times the guys try to get out of town and head towards San Diego or Tijuana but there are a fair amount scattered through the bars, restaurants, motels, and on the streets. I like to spend my times in the bars talking with them. Watching them play pool, while I’m sitting back enjoying myself and not appearing to be any threat--just a guy in town enjoying myself.

At some point in the evening the guys start getting drunk and then my fun really begins. It is fun to start buying beers for the guys. Not a lot. Jut one here and there. Usually for the guys I find attractive. Sometimes for the guys that are entertaining me the most with their antics while playing pool or darts. I try and stay away from the surly ones. At this point I don’t need trouble. Still looking to have a good time and not seem like a fag on the prowl looking to suck as many Marine dicks as I can.

Around 12:00 pm I take my leave and walk the streets, grab a bite to eat, cruise and head to my truck. Last thing I need is the Oceanside cops to stop me for drunken driving so I make sure I am not the least bit drunk and okay to drive. Then I get to my truck and my night really begins.

This particular night I started cruising. I don’t know how long I was driving around when I spotted my first prey. They guy was a good-looking hunk of a Marine. Standing around 6 feet. Nice lean muscular body only the Marines can produce--tight jeans and wearing a polo shirt. He was walking north along the main drag (sorry don’t remember the name at this point) as if he was going back to base or the bus stop where he would catch the shuttle back to base. I knew I would have to work fast and circled the block and pulled up beside him and asked if would like a ride. As with most of my conquests he looked me up and down making sure he could take me without much of a struggle and asked me where I was going. I told him I was just driving around. He asked me if I could get on base and I said no. He said no matter and decided to get in anyway.

Soon we were driving and sitting beside was a hot guy not more than 22 years old, sitting erect, very smooth clean face – a Midwest milk fed golden haired boy. He had the USMC take no shit attitude about him. He did not act like a boy but he still had a little bit of that boy quality left in him. Still, I could imagine him in his uniform and knew he would be all man.

His polo shirt, which was tan, fit snuggly showing off his nicely formed pecs and flat stomach. He had fine biceps and wonderful forearms. I noticed right away his beautiful long hands as they stretched along his strong thighs bulging out of his jeans. He had the prerequisite large bulge between those huge thighs that I knew I would be sinking my face into very soon.

As I tore myself away from his body and the road I looked up to his face and into his eyes. I noticed a menacing look. This was not a boy next to me but someone who I was suddenly frightened of. A red flag raised and my gut turned but my cock led the way and I had to have him.

Soon we were at the main gate to Camp Pendleton. I did not have a sticker to go onto base and the MP motioned me to enter the parking area so I could go into registration with driver’s license and proof of insurance to get a temporary pass. My new friend told me to stay put. The MP’s did not pay attention to who did and did no get passes and in time I could just drive onto base without a pass. Five minutes later I started my truck, backed up and slowly drove out of the parking area and onto the base. This was prior to 9/11 and I hope security has changed.

At this point my Marine started directing me to his barracks. It was a distance and I was taking great care in remembering how to return to the gate. Soon we were out in the middle of nowhere close to ocean and my Marine told me to take a right onto a dirt road and drive about fifty feet. We were heading into a large stand of very thick bamboo. The bamboo must have been at least 1000ft x 1000ft thick on each side of the road. They stood about 25ft high. It was extremely dark and I had not really paid attention to them until I was told to turn right.

He then told me to turn left onto another road and park. It was really only a pocket into the bamboo which I could comfortably park my truck and left about 10 feet between my truck and the bamboo in front. He then told me to get out of my truck and go to the front of it. I did as he asked putting my keys, without him seeing, on my left front tire.

From the time we had left the gate to now directions had been our only conversation. Actually it had been more like orders. Barking orders, though in lower tones. When we got to the front of the truck I asked him how he knew of this spot and he told me they had field exercise out here before. He then told me that very few people came out here and that it would be a great spot for him and me to get to know each other better. I agreed and asked him what he wanted. He told me to take off all my cloths. I was hesitant but did as he asked taking off my t-shirt, high tops, and jeans (no underwear). I asked if I could put my tennis shoes back on and he said no. Just kept my socks on. Luckily it was hot as hell being the middle of August but there was a breeze coming off the ocean near by but the bamboo pretty much shielded that.

At this point he told me to turn around. I did so. He then started into this tirade about how computers and fags were ruining this country. How if life remained simple people would be better off. He kept on telling me to keep turning around and I was getting more worried. Here I was in the middle of a Marine base with know one knowing I was here with what was turning out to be a corn-fed drill sergeant manic.

He kept going on about how he saw the world---his views on politics. Telling me the whole time to do exercises, jumping jacks, to “flap my cock and balls as hard as I can” and such. He was yelling at the top of his lungs. Then he told me to grab the grill of my truck and stick my ass in the air. Finally I thought things were going my way. He was going to plug me. There was certainly enough sweat for him to plow whatever he had right up my ass with a quick shove. Instead he picked up a bamboo reed and started swatting my ass. Now this was not new to me. I had had my ass worked on before. But this was different. Here was this extremely hot Marine spewing off his rage at the system and especially faggots and how they were ruining the world tanning my ass with a thick, 3ft long piece of bamboo.

After the first swat I tried to walk away. He was having no part of this and proceeded to put me in a choke hold and tell me if he wanted to snap my neck here and there he would and that I would take what I had to give me without a complaint. At this point I could feel his jeans filled crotch up against my ass and the unmistakable hardness of his long thick cock. I also felt I had no choice but to do as he said. He certainly had a hold on me. He grabbed my neck with such swiftness and surety that I knew with him in back of me and the truck squarely in front of me and me in my socks there was little I could do at the moment. So I again assumed the position and hoped he would be kind. My hopes soon diminished.

My Marine was not kind. He used his full force from the first blow to make sure this “faggot queer asshole” knew where he belonged. He started with my ass. He beat my ass many, many times. I do not know to this day how many times he beat me. Many times I fell to my knees (once I tried to crawl under the truck but he pulled me back and again threw his arm around my neck and threatened to snap it). Many times he forced me to stand. Not only did he beat my ass, but he started beating the backs of my legs and my back. At some point there was no way I could stand and I crumpled to the ground. I crawled into the fetal position but he made me lay on my stomach. He continued to beat me. When he was done the bamboo was near pulp and was crying. I looked up at him and he was panting heavily, sweating, and had a dazed look in his eyes.

But he was not done with me. The front of me was covered in dirt. The back of me covered in blood and dirt. But he hauled me up by my hair and made get on my knees. Actually I was on my all fours. At this point he unbuttoned his jeans and produced the one thing I was after all night, but now did not want. I wanted to get to my hotel or to a hospital. I needed to get out of there. But he did not care. He pulled my head up by my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth.

All the time he had been damaging my body so badly he had been spewing such hatred to the world and been taking it out on me. Now he had his cock in my mouth and was raping me. I struggled to spit it out but he would have none of it. He kept it planted. He violently fucked my mouth. He was probably 7 inches long, extremely thick, and cut. My mouth was trying to accommodate him but he was very thick. In any other circumstance I could accommodate him but it was hard for me to think. He had his right hand at my throat threatening to kill me if I did not do as he wanted.

He maneuvered me so the back of my head was against my truck bumper. I was on my knees but sagging. Suddenly he was fucking my mouth so hard that the back of my head was hitting my bumper so hard that I thought I would pass out. I could feel him getting harder and harder and prayed he would come soon. His cock was hitting the back of my throat and I was almost throwing up. I was crying and screaming. Here, a 29 yo man almost wanting to die, but still conscious enough to know that I had a hot, fucking handsome Marine, raping, beating me, something I had fantasized about and jacked off to, getting what I wanted, yet mentally kicking myself for being so stupid.

Finally he stopped. I had no idea why he stopped. I just knew he did. At that point he pulled me off the ground by my hair with me helping as much as I could against the bumper, grill and hood. He was kicking, threatening, choking, slapping, and doing all kinds of damage. At times he was laughing, spitting on me, inches from my face calling me all types of names and teasing me for crying. The berating never stopped. All the while his dick hung out of his jeans.

Then for some reason I became bold and thought what the hell. Here I am being totally abused by this guy but I haven’t touched him much so I acted like it was an accident and fell against him and put my face in his chest. This really freaked him but I put my arms around him and hung on for dear life. I was able to really feel him up. It did not last for long but I got to feel his torso. Get a feel of his pecs and chest, feet up his ass. Rub my dick into his. But he was furious I had dirtied his shirt and punched me in the gut and right eye which caused me to immediately fall back, hit the truck and the ground. I sprawled out and my eye started to immediately swell and bleed from a small cut below my eyebrow. For a moment he looked down at me and said nothing. I wonder to this day, if the thought at that point “I’ve had gone too far” was crossing his mind. I had hit the truck pretty hard.

I then tried to get up on my elbow and when he saw that he felt safer and started to yell at me again. He told me to get on all fours and crawl to the back of the truck. I did so slowly and started crawling. I had no idea what was coming. I knew his dick was still hard and thought possibly he might want to fuck me and thought this would be okay. I just wanted this to be over with.

As I was crawling he was kicking me and laughing telling me what scum I was. Berating me for everything under the sun. My head was hung so low I’m surprised it was not dragging on the ground. Once we got to the back of the truck he told me to stand up. He opened the tailgate and told me to bend over and lay on it. The truck was high off the ground and despite being 6ft I had to jump a little to lay comfortable on the tale gate. It was then my Marine seemed to take his first notice of how damaged my ass, legs, and back were. They were a bleeding, dirty mess. The moon must have showed it pretty clearly. He was laughing at his handiwork and told me how happy he was that I picked him up as he needed to beat a faggot up tonight and he was doing a good job with me.

At that point he walked to the passenger side of the truck, opened the door and started rooting around inside. He opened the glove compartment. Looked under the seats. Looked behind the seat (I have a king cab setup). He found few items to his liking and came back to the tailgate. I was not sure what he was doing or looking for but took the time he was away to look at myself as best I could with the cab light on and was afraid by what I saw. My arms were badly scratched up. I was filthy beyond words. Blood was on my shoulders. My face felt so swollen to the touch and my fingers had blood on them when I felt my eye. My right eye was half swollen shut.

When he returned my Marine told me to look forward. I heard him lay some things on the tale gate. I then heard him bend over and grab a handful of dirt. I could not imagine what was going on. I was lying on my stomach waiting to get fucked and hoping I could get out of here and this guy was playing around with dirt. The next thing he I knew he was telling me to take my hands and spread my ass wide. With great difficulty and pain I reached back and spread them wide and he did the last thing I expected, he dripped dirt into my ass crack--a lot of dirt.

He then grabbed what I recognized as a jug of 10w40 oil I had and opened it and poured it on my ass and my asshole. He then barked at me to close my ass and put my arms out stretched in front of me. Then he grabbed something else he’d gotten out of the truck and spread my legs and pressed it against my asshole. I started to try and crawl into the bed of the truck. I was screaming for him to stop--to tell him no. Tell him to stop. Anything I could to get away from him.

There was no way he was going to do what I knew he wanted to do. This asshole was one sick bastard who was going to tear me up so bad that I was going to bleed to death right here on this spot. But he was oblivious to my screams. He pressed down on the small of my back and kept me planted. He then spit directly on my asshole. Then drew up a huge lugie and spit again which mixed with the dirt and oil. Then he pressed whatever he had against my asshole (I later learned it was a flare) and started to push. He was merciless. He pushed without abandon. He did not give me time to get use to the blunt end of the thing.

I had spit, dirt, oil and the sweat I had built up during the last hour. The only thing I could think of was to struggle so the damn thing invading my ass would wiggle back and forth and to push out as I was taking a shit. Luckily, and I know this is gross to some, I had not taken a shit in a day or so and I felt a little shit come loose. As I pushed back I felt that possibly a little shit might be used as a lubricant. Soon the stick was past my sphincter. My Marine was pushing and pushing. He was not kind. Pushing fast. Soon he was at least half way in. I was screaming. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to talk some sense into him telling him I would die and he could get life in jail or go to the electric chair. Soon the stick was almost all the way in. By this time my screams were blood curdling. At some point he came around. At some point he realized that what he had up my ass was dangerous and could cause me to die.

My Marine, though I doubt he would ever admit it soon panicked. Knowing this, and doing so without bruising his ego, I started giving him advice on how to withdraw this stick from my ass. I told him oh so carefully how to go. Please go slow and carefully. He took his time. It took a couple of minutes and hurt like hell when it was going through my sphincter but he got it out. When he held it outside my asshole he got his bravado back and started yelling at me that I was a wimp and could not take a fucking flare up my ass, what a fucking wimp of a faggot did he have with him. I apologized. He also got mad because he smelled shit. He stuck what I could see now was a flare in my face and told me to clean it up which I had no choice but to do.

My Marine then started shoving other things in my ass. First came a crow bar. Not much imagination but in and out it went. Further each time. He loved twirling it around. He then stuck the big end quicker than a locomotive which caused me to scream but him to laugh. He pushed in a plastic coke bottle, which he found on the ground that I begged him to be careful with so it did not break. Then he scared me to hell when he pushed in a piece of bamboo. It was very thick and I was worried that it would tear me to hell. All while he was doing this he was laughing. He was scratching me with the flare. He was kicking me, punching me, laughing at me. He was raping me with everything he could find. My ass was bleeding and unbelievably torn up. He then pulled my legs and unceremoniously I fell flat on my face to the ground.

I lay there on the ground in the most stunned, abused, sore, bleeding state I had ever been. I had a gorgeous, dirty, freaky, sadistic, hot, Marine standing over me with his dick still sticking out of his jeans. He then kicked me and told me to turn over on my back. He went to the front of my truck, got my shirt and my jeans and threw them at me and told me to get dressed. I got up with great difficulty, with each bone in my body and each hair on my body screaming at me. Once accomplished, while him berating me for being so slow he told me to get on my knees.

He then stepped closer and the next thing I knew his piss started gushing from his dick. My Marine was pissing on my like a horse. His piss was in my hair and in the cut on my eye. Had started so fast it was in my mouth, down my shirt. He circled around me and told me to lift my shirt. I did as he asked and he pissed on all my wounds. His piss mixed with my blood and the dirt and washed down my back. He had so much beer piss in him that it seemed to go on forever. He then returned to my front and told me to put my head back and open my mouth and he proceeded to strongly piss in my mouth. When it seemed like it would never stop he stopped. He almost kicked me at this point but I think then realized his shoes and pants would get piss on them.

It was then my Marine told me he had one more treat he had for me, but I had to beg. I had to beg and I had to squirm on the ground to get it. I had to act like a worm to get his cock. He wanted to see how low I would go. Now after all he had done to me, beat me, raped me, savagely fucked my face, bruised and tortured me, pissed on me. He wanted to see if I would squirm like a worm to still get his cock. Or would I get in my truck and drive away. Had I had too much? How much of a faggot was I? Was my asshole too torn up? Had I taken too much? How much was too much? Squirm like a worm.

I have to admit it did not take me one second to fall to my stomach and start squirming. I was so sore, so miserable. But I knew if I did not have that cock down my throat and his cum to remember this night by, then everything he had dished out would not have been worth it. I had to have it. I might be in the hospital for a week and have my asshole opened up to repair whatever damage he might have caused but I had to have his cock. So I squirmed like a worm like no one ever squirmed before. He just backed up and backed up and laughed until he had tears in his eyes and I thought he was going to fall over. He kept shaking his cock at me and saying, “is this what little wormy wants.?”

But he had me. That was what little squirmy wanted. And I got it. But I still had to pay the piper – so to speak. My Marine did enjoy that bumper and the back of my head will never be the same. I got a concussion that night. When I had finally squirmed to the front of my truck he had me sit on my knees, which could barely hold me. I looked up expectantly. He just looked down at me with disgust. He hated me and it showed in his eyes. If he could have killed me and gotten away with it I’m sure he would have. It would have been so easy. Instead he advanced on me with another weapon of his, stuck it in my mouth and proceeded to almost kill me. He impaled me. Forced me onto my truck. Showed me no mercy. And pounded my head into pulp.

His cock was long and very thick. It was cut. It was nice to look at. It was hell on my mouth. It was sweet to taste. He took his time and taught me a lesson. He thought it was a bad lesson. But it was a good lesson. My mouth will never be the same. He pounded me for what seemed a lifetime. He didn’t care that my head was being banged about and I was obviously choking and having hard time breathing. Maybe he did want me to die and what a faggot needs to do is die on a cock. But my Marine’s cock didn’t let me down. He held onto the hood of my truck, his thighs on each side of my face and fucked furiously. He fucked so ferociously that no woman would ever be able to take it and live. His cock grew and grew. He screamed at me to watch my teeth. My jaw ached badly. His cock grew to such proportions I couldn’t believe it. Then he started to shake. Just a little, then a lot. Trembling, whimpering, and then yelling. And then he let go. He was pounding my head so badly that I had no time to prepare and take a deep breath. I was choking to death. His cum tasted unbelievable sweet and burned like fire. It was madness yet I loved it. But I was swimming into unconsciousness. I could not breathe and I could not fight him off. His cock was lodged in my through, I had cum running down my throat, out my mouth and into my nose. I was trying to push him away. He was bent over me and leaning onto my truck.

I was almost out when he finally backed up. He yanked his cock from my throat and I gasped for air. As I did his cum went down the wrong pipe and I had a coughing fit. I was doubled up on the ground. His cum was all over my face and hair. It hung on me and even though it had nearly killed me I took great care in making sure it was not wiped off. I needed to take my time and taste it. I wanted it on me for as long as I could.

My Marine, whose name I never did get, had backed up to almost the bamboo’s edge buttoning up his jeans. He was looking at me with hate in his eyes and I know he was feeling disgust at himself. I knew it was time to get out of there. Nothing like dealing with a Marine with a guilt complex over gay sex.

It took a great amount of time and energy but I got up and finally found my tennis shoes and walked to the tailgate, saw the items he had raped my ass with and threw everything in the bed of my truck and closed the tailgate. I went and got the keys off the tire. Got into the truck. Rolled the windows up and locked the doors. I started the engine, backed up and drove out. Made a left on the rode and slowly drove away. I was in a great deal of pain and very lost but I took time to savor my Marine’s cum. It was puddled on my face. I pushed a large pool of it from under my lower lip up into my mouth. I scooped some from under my left eye and licked it from the tip of my right index finger onto the tip of my tongue. I scooped and pushed and licked every drop I could find. I savored every moment of every sperm. It was wonderful and well worth every moment I spent with him and the time and pain I would have to spend after our encounter because of him.

After a few wrong turns I finally made it to the gate. I knew all I had to do was get past the MP’s and through the gate and everything would be okay. I could pull over and have someone call and ambulance. About 50 yards from the gate I became dizzy and the next thing I remember is slumping over to the right and my truck veering into a field. A couple minutes later a Marine was looking at me through the driver’s side window yelling at me asking if everything was all right with a very startled look on his face.

He was then yelling for an ambulance. The next thing I knew he had opened the door and my face was in his hands and I could see his armband. He was an MP. His nametag said, Hansen. I looked into the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen and he smiled and told me everything would be okay. I whispered thanks and passed out into his shoulder.

To be continued….