Gay Erotic Stories

I’d admired many guys in my flight, but one that really caught my attention was Ron. He was a tall guy; probably about 6' 2 or so with a hot body. He had a nicely formed chest, wide shoulders, a narrow waist leading to a ripped set of abs, a high tight muscle ass and a great looking piece of swinging meat. He was a newly wed from California, but I suspected that while he loved her, she was probably more a beard with a ring. No matter where I started out in the showers, Ron almost always seemed to end up next to me in the shower with that huge dick swelling before my very eyes. Of course it took all my control to not pop a boner right there as I casually peeked back at him.

Now I’m not a dumpy fuck by any means. 5' 1 , year-round Italian tan, nice build, big arms and legs. I get plenty of attention wherever I go. Like Ron, I was married. I loved my wife, but it was more a religious conviction that kept me from pursuing dick. Basic was quite a trip of torment for me. I needed sex, I was horny and these men were looking damned good.

In basic training, most all of us got extra duties of some sort. The jobs usually reflected what our experiences were outside the military. I was given a couple extra duties. Because of my college experience, I was academic monitor. As academic monitor, I had to spend time teaching and reviewing the academic content of the course so all these men passed their written tests. My second duty turned out to be the real gem. As chapel guide, I was responsible for marching anyone wanting to attend chapel to and from the services. Little did I know that chapel guide was going to earn me one hell of a great opportunity.

It was a Monday afternoon when my drill instructor called me into his office. “I need you to go work at the chapel this afternoon. I understand it is an easy chore, but they need some work done and, as you know, recruits are the only ones who work on this installation. I want you to pick a hard-worker to go with you. Most of the men will be glad to have a chance to be out of the dorms. Stay as long as the chapel staff needs you there. Any questions?”

“Sir, no sir.”

I left his office and thought why not get better acquainted with my shower fantasy, Ron? I asked him to help and he jumped at the opportunity. Perhaps my theory of Ron’s interest wasn’t misplaced?

We ventured out of the dorms and over to the chapel and arrived to find what appeared to be a deserted building. It was locked and we didn’t see anyone beyond the glass doors. Ron was getting a little belligerent that we had walked out here for nothing and knocked pretty hard on the glass doors. Suddenly you could hear footsteps on the tile inside. The building only looked dark, but someone was there. A light came on and I swear it was an angel coming down the hall. He was in fatigues; probably our age. The man was a dark haired Latino. He had incredible chiseled features, a huge chest, wide shoulders, narrow hips, and looked to be have a perfectly tailored uniform. It wasn’t tight anywhere, but fit perfectly everywhere. Head to toe and all the in-between bulged in all the right areas.

The guy in the chapel was a buck sergeant and his uniform name tag said, “Hernandez” as he unlocked and opened the chapel’s glass doors, he had a huge smile with perfect teeth and killer dimples. As the leader of our little group, I came to attention as was required and started offering my “reporting as ordered” speech when he interrupted and said, “This is the chapel. Just relax and leave all that outside. I’m Jesse.” He reached out and shook my hand. He grasped it with both of his. (My one hand in both of his.) As he pulled me into the chapel in friendly fashion, one of his hands slid up my arm and I swear he was taking stock of the muscles of my upper arm. He acted as if we were long-lost friends.

As Jesse touched me, I thought I had been electrocuted right then and there. There was such a strong charge and connection as he touched my hand and arm. He greeted Ron too and I noticed as Jesse turned to lead us to our area where we were to work, Ron had to reach down and adjust himself. Ron was obviously throwing a rod and was as turned on as I was.

Jesse was making small talk all the way into the chapel. He told us how the chaplains were all out of town and he wanted to have the benches and woodwork buffed while they were gone. It was a big job, but he didn’t want to have too many people in the chapel. He told us that we wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone tonight as there were no evening services in this chapel. He got us the good old Johnson’s paste wax and a bag of soft rags to buff the wood with. There were some putty knives for removing gum and other sticky substances. He got some scratch crayons for covering scratches and pencil marks. Jesse said that he would be getting caught up on work as he had been TDY (Temporary Duty....a “business trip out-of-town” for those not speaking military-ease) to Fort Dix, NJ and there was so much paperwork to get caught up on.

“Take your shirts off. Make yourselves at home. There are drinks in the refrigerator in my office if you get thirsty. Forget you’re in the military for a few hours and just enjoy some time away from the gung-ho dorms. I can keep you as long as I need you so your sergeant won’t be showing up for you. If you do a good job, I will have you back as many nights as it takes to get the job done.”

Ron and I quickly got onto our chores. Ron was waxing and I was buffing. The wood was glowing with a healthy life of its own as we polished the seats. I noticed as Ron was applying the wax, his arms were bulging nicely with long, lean muscle. I noticed too that he was keeping an eye on my big guns as I brutally worked the wax off the seats. I welcomed the workout as I hadn’t any opportunity to get in a gym since basic training started. My triceps were bulging out from the rubbing and my t-shirt was gripping them nicely. More than once Ron was adjusting himself.

My mind was working overtime. I had a chance to finally see if Ron was into me as I was hoping and we had Jesse who seemed to be too friendly for this hetero anti-gay military community. As I was thinking of how, when, and where I might get time alone with Ron, I heard Jesse who had somehow completely snuck up on me. “Nice arms Joe. Looks like you know what the inside of a gym looks like.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You look like you are no stranger to a gym either.” Fearful of offending Ron, I quickly walked over to Ron and grabbed his arm, “This guy isn’t exactly skin and bone either.” Ron blushed at the praise, but offered a quick biceps pose for our viewing pleasure.

Jesse was wearing just his t-shirt too and he casually lifted up his arms and flexed both in a biceps pose that left both Ron and I gawking open mouthed. The man had beautiful peaked biceps that climbed toward the sky like they were living with a life of their own. The triceps filled out the bottom in what had to be about 18-19 inches of bulging arm. “God damn,” said Ron in open mouthed admiration as he unconsciously reached down and adjusted himself. Realizing he was in the chapel, he quickly apologized and genuflected.

“I try to stay in there to keep the old waistline tri,.” said Jesse. Now he pulled up his shirt front and had a ripped six-pack that looked like a perfect plate of dinner rolls. Oblique muscles framed them and slipped seductively down his pants. Serratus muscles stood out along his ribs.

I was no longer discreet, “Damn” I said in awe. “You are a fucking muscle god Jesse.”

Ron chimed in, “I could worship that for ever.”

I guess the cat was out of the bag. There was no disguising our interest after these comments.

Jesse just looked at us both and smiled. “I guess we could give you some time to do that since this is a house of worship.”

Chapter Two

Jesse led us farther into the chapel into a special room for the pastors and priests to prepare before services. It was little more than a large closet and was completely private. No windows and one door which Jesse locked.

Ron and I were both drooling after him like dogs in heat. As he closed the door, I started to help him with his t-shirt. Ron took the other side and we slid it up that perfect body. We must have been thinking the same direction as both Ron and I each went for a nipple before the shirt even was fully off Jesse. As we both started to suck his nipples, he inhaled sharply and nearly fell over in pleasure. “God that feels amazing!” Drinking in his body was absolutely intoxicating. Jesse had thick, well-formed pecs, a slim six pack from heaven. All that kept his pants on his tiny waist was a belt, a huge package in front, and a bubble ass that had me sweating bullets of desire.

“Wait up guys,” said Jesse. “We need to be more comfortable.” With that, he started to slowly undress us one at a time. First he reached over and took Ron’s t-shirt off. I knew what Ron looked like from head-to-toe. I knew Jesse was in for a pleasant surprise. Jesse was as impressed as I was with Ron’s hot body. He wasn’t as muscular as me or Jesse, but he has a lean and well-defined body that was incredibly sexy. Jesse was sucking Ron’s nipples as he worked on undoing Ron’s belt. As he opened the front of Ron’s pants and pulled them down, it was obvious that Ron had either dripped an amount of pre-cum or already had one hefty orgasm. Jesse looked up at Ron, who seemed a bit embarrassed, and smiled with delight. As he pulled down Ron’s tighty-whiteys, he got a full view of that tool of death. I had seen it in a semi-chub, but never suspected how large Ron got. His tool was average girth, but had to be about nine inches long and was standing up and pointing north dripping with desire. Both Jesse and I let out an unconscious, “WOW!”

“I need that big meat in me,” said Jesse, “but first I have to pry my way lose and take care of your partner in pew polishing.” Jesse offered Ron that incredible dimpled smile and then turned away to get me ready.

Jesse stood up and came over to me. Unlike Ron who was well over six feet, Jesse and I were almost exactly the same height. He looked me in the eye and kissed me sweetly on the lips. I am not sure how long we kissed as time seemed to be a non-issue, but it left me out of breath and aching for more of those incredible soft lips. I grabbed him by the neck, pulled him in and kissed him back. I don’t know how long we kissed, but I groped his muscled back, his huge arms and finally that perfect bubble ass of his. He pulled away slightly as I was feeling those hard glutes and asked me if I wanted his ass. I nearly blew my load right then and there. My voice betrayed me. I couldn’t squeak out an answer so I just shook my head and bit his neck gently. He quivered with lustful anticipation.

“We need to get you naked so you can take care of my ass buddy.” Hell, he didn’t have to tell me twice. Jesse finished undressing me and moaned when my fat hard rod popped up in his face. He tongued it with short strokes of his tongue that had me standing on my tip-toes tickled and tantalized. With no forewarning, he then sucked me to the root. His nose was in my pubes and I could feel the head of meaty tool deep in his hot, wet throat. Every thick inch was in there and only by sheer self-control did I not blow my load down his throat. I leaned down and pulled him off knowing my trigger was about to fire.

All the time Jesse and I were in each other’s arms, Ron was stroking his huge tool and lusting. He was ready for some release and Jesse seemed to be calling the shots. He grabbed Ron by his adorable little butt and yanked that huge tool to his mouth. I thought for sure that Jesse would be gagging on Ron’s big nine-incher, but he swallowed it like a professional and never blinked an eye. I was frozen in lust watching Jesse service Ron’s dick and watching Ron writhe in pleasure and delight. Ron’s head went back, those tight abs popped out. His fingers were clenched on Jesse’s head as his fingers worked through that thick black hair.

Suddenly Jesse stops blowing Ron and looks me in the eye and says, “Hey. Get busy. I have two holes that need feeding and nobody gets to just sit and enjoy the show.”

My own needs became paramount as I moved to his hot ass. He was tanned head to toe so he had that beautiful tanned ass that was perfectly smooth. Even his tiny pucker was completely hairless and I plunged in tongue first without a bit of hesitation. As I sucked and licked his hole, I was playing with Jesse’s huge eight-incher. He was hard as rock and extremely thick like me. Most delightful was the fact that Jesse was uncut and I love playing with dick in a wrapper. I wanted to suck his dick, but I knew I needed to lube this hole up so I could get my fat hog in him.

I rimmed his ass for a long time and then started stretching him with one finger. He squirmed and moaned at the invasion. Next it was two fingers. His ass twitched and bit down hard on the invading digits. I knew this man was an expert as bottoming. When I had three thick fingers in him, he commenced to bucking and twitching and I knew that it was time to give him what he was aching for. Using only spit and sweat, I slid my fat dick in this talented hole and nearly blew before I got it in. His ass clamped down and started milking me before I was halfway in. Nothing ever felt so amazing. I can’t say if I pushed in or if his ass sucked me in, but in record time my pubes were tickling his hairless ass. Nobody ever took my dick that quickly.

Once in, I just stayed immobile. I was willing myself not to give in to the pleasure and blow prematurely. My hands were feeling the muscles of his back and ass as I just tried to relax and enjoy the sensations. Jesse was milking me with his talented ass and without even thinking, I hauled back and slapped his naked ass and ordered him to stop. I hadn’t heard a sound from him as his mouth had been on Ron’s dick, but when I slapped his ass, he opened his mouth, pulled off Ron and just moaned like he had cum.

“You like that?” I asked. I really hadn’t intended to slap him, I was just responding to my need to stop him from milking the cum out of me too quickly.

“Sir, yes sir,” he answered in submissive military fashion.

I slapped the other side of his ass and he quivered, “Thank you sir. May I have more?” I looked at Ron who was obviously as befuddled and amused as I was. I proceeded to spank his ass harder and harder while he bucked and winced and quivered in pleasure. When I got to the point I was afraid I would hurt him, I just grabbed his narrow hips and pulled into him and started assaulting his ass with my dick. He wasn’t expecting that and he yowled in pleasure at the deep hard invasion. Spanking him was a turn on to me and my dick was hard as a pine baseball bat. I pumped his ass doggy style high, low, left and right. This anal assault must have been a turn on because within seconds, he grabbed Ron’s dick again and was sucking like there was no tomorrow. Ron looked at me and just smiled with a dreamy lustful look on his face. I was tearing up Jesse’s ass and the harder I dished it out, the more he liked it. I knew this wasn’t going to last as I hadn’t pulled a load in a couple weeks.

Being considerate I asked, “Where do you want this Jesse. I am about to blow”. Ron chimed in, “I am too. You want to swallow?” He pulled off Ron and yanked us together putting both our dicks to his mouth and started sucking and stroking. Both of us threw our heads back and pelted him with huge loads of creamy baby batter. Jesse was in heaven; sucking as much as he could down his throat and then licking it off his face. He was in heaven.

Ron had his arm around my shoulder for stability. The closeness to my body was such a turn on.

“That was hot,” I told Ron.

“You are fucking hot,” he answered. “I have never seen anyone fuck like that. HELL, you have my ass twitching and I have never been fucked. You think you have enough juice for another round?”

I kissed Ron right on the lips. He kissed me back. As our tongues were dueling, I felt something wet on my cheek and realized that Jesse (whom we had momentarily forgotten) was tonguing his way in for a three-way kiss. I just moaned and giggled and let him in for the hottest kiss I had ever had.

Chapter Three

“No problem Ron. I can fuck all night. If you’re sure you want me to plow your ass, I would be honored to open you up good.”

Ron said, “It isn’t a matter of wanting you, it is a matter of needing you. I have wanted your fat dick in me in since I saw you naked in the shower. Why do you think I always take the shower next to you? After that performance tonight, I need your dick in me.”

“Have you ever been fucked by a man before?” asked Jesse.

“Never. I’ve sucked a cock and had a circle jerk, but what guy hasn’t?”

“Let me get him ready for you Joe?” begged Jesse. I will rim that ass ‘til he’s begging for your dick in him.”

“That okay with you Ron?”

“Hell yeah!” said Ron. “While he’s eating my ass, can I munch on your fat dick?”

With mock disappointment, I rolled my eyes and said, “I guess so--if you have to.”

All three of us broke in laughter as we took position. I was standing while Ron sucked me. Ron was on his hands and knees with Jesse kneeling and eating Ron’s ass from behind. Jesse was in ecstasy as he brought Ron to new levels of pleasure. Ron was making me hard as a fucking steel post as he expertly sucked my dick. Every so often Jesse would look up at me and smile. He would stand up and lean across Ron and kiss me deeply and then jump back down into position behind Ron.

Jesse’s expert rim job had Ron begging me to fuck his ass. I was scared as Ron claimed he was a virgin. I decided that he needed to set the pace so I lay on the floor and had him slide down on my dick at his own pace.

“Now Ron, the hardest part will be getting the head in. After that, it will be a cake walk. Some guys pretend they are taking a dump to get their ass open and then they can clamp down and work it in.” Ron tried, but couldn’t seem to get his ass to slide open enough. What freaked me was that he was so into getting my dick into his hole, I thought he was about to cry from sheer frustration.

Suddenly Jesse said, “Wait. I have the solution and totally forgot. He ran out the door and through the chapel’s inky darkness only to return with a backpack. He rummaged around and came out with some Vaseline. “I use it for dozens of things. I started keeping some on hand for emergencies. This will have to do the trick.”

Without so much as another word, he lubed my hard, thick tool and put a healthy finger full in Ron’s cherry ass. Once again, I was on my back and Ron was kneeling over me. As Ron started slipping down in an effort to get my dick in, Jesse stood behind Ron and started pinching and twisting his nipples. It was like putting a key in the door. Between the lube and the nipple work, Ron opened up and slid down me like his ass was built for my fat tool.

As he slid down to the pubes, Ron’s dick was sticking out all nine inches in a semi-chubbed boner. What was so hot is that he just started spewing out cum from the pleasure of getting my dick in him. I couldn’t believe how tight he was. It was almost painfully tight, but in short order, his ass was opening and closing on me and Ron was moaning in pleasure. Jesse was kneeling before Ron kissing him, flexing for him, and twisting Ron’s nipples ‘til Ron was begging him to never stop.

As I sat up, Ron laid back on his back. My dick never left him. His legs were on my shoulders and I was ready to get serious about this fucking. I asked Jesse to grab Ron’s shoulders and we lifted him onto a table. It was the perfect height for me to really get into a power fucking. I asked Ron, “Are you doing okay?”

He nodded without opening his eyes.

“Are you ready for a power fucking; one that will open your ass up and make you cum without touching yourself?”

He opened his eyes and looked at me with that smirky smile he was so good at. “Talk is cheap. Bring on the dick!”

“Bitch, you’re asking for it now.”

I proceeded to slowly pull out of him ‘til he whimpered for the absence of the dick that had stretched his boy ass out. I started short little strokes ‘til he was breathing with me and then I pulled all the way out and started long-dicking him. His eyes were filled with shock, and then they started to glaze over as the pleasure took its toll.

Jesse was still working his nipples and in short order, Ron’s eyes rolled back in his head and his nine-incher rose to its massive height and started spew cum like I have never seen before. He shot clear up over his head. He hit Jesse and me as rope after creamy rope spewed from his tool.

Ron didn’t get soft and I hadn’t cum yet. I was barely warmed up. “Are you okay?” I knew some men didn’t like a dick in their ass after they blew. He was still sucking in air from his orgasm.

“I think so. You mind pulling out?”

“Not at all buddy. I understand.” Ron looked disappointed, but relieved.

Ron’s nine-incher was still hanging in the breeze tall and hard in spite of the fact that he had just shot the mother of all cum-loads. I hadn’t cum yet and was aching to get my nut. Suddenly Jesse jumps up on the table and says, “I can take care of this.”

Jesse straddled Ron much like Ron straddled me earlier when our fuckfest started. I wondered what Jesse had in mind, but there was no wondering what this freak wanted. He slid down Ron’s nine inch tool one inch as a time ‘til he was completely impaled on that huge member. The look on Jesse’s face was an amusing mix of pleasure and concentration.

“Damn Jesse. Looks like you have done this before?” I kidded.

“Well happy boy. You said you were just getting warmed up. Get behind me and slide in.” said Jesse.

“Ron said his ass was worn out; too sensitive after cumming.”

“Don’t slide into Ron, slide into me.”

“Uh...that hole seems to be filled with Ron’s big tool.” I was genuinely confused. How was I to get in his ass when he was stretched to the brim with nine inches of Ron’s monster tool?

“I’ll stretch” he turned and looked at me. “Make that fucker fit!” The look he gave me challenged and thrilled me both.

Armed with a rock hard tool and determination I shot back, “Get ready for a fucking big boy. Daddy’s coming in.”

I was trying to be gentle as Jesse’s ass was really opened up already with Ron. I slid in slowly and his lip accommodated my challenging girth. I could feel the tightness of his ass and the hardness of Ron’s huge tool. I wanted to get closer to Ron and into Jesse’s muscle ass. I guess I was getting the best of all my fantasies in one glorious moment.

Ron was staying still and Jesse was bent over Ron’s chest sucking his nipples. It gave me an exceptional opening to his ass on the table. I was slowly sliding out and then slamming in with a vengeance. My nuts were rubbing against Ron’s at the end of every stroke. In spite of all the stretching, Jesse was getting as much pleasure as Ron and I were. Although Ron was staying still, my movement was stimulating him incredibly and he was. I started changing strokes, speed, angles...no matter what I did, and the two of them were moaning and getting into it. After about thirty sweat-soaked minutes of power fucking, I told them I was getting ready and asked if they wanted me to pull out. Both nearly bit my head off with a loud “NO.”

As I reached my orgasm, I could feel my fat tool swelling for delivery. Ron yelled, “I’m going to blow too!” What really made it incredible was Jesse leaned back and twisted around to kiss me. While he kissed me, I was blowing, Ron was blowing, and Jesse started shooting his load. It was like an Arabian oil well. The man had some serious rocket action behind that load propelling it into the sky. With two swollen dicks and a magical muscle ass that was clamping down in orgasmic ecstasy, the three of us were moaning and letting out expletives. We were all totally caught up in the moment.

That was our last orgasmic activity that night, but Jesse made it clear that he had worked out some extra nights with our drill instructor. Chaplains would be gone all week so he was the only one with keys to the chapel in the evenings. To this day I get wood when I see a highly polished wooden pew at a military chapel.