Gay Erotic Stories

Ben is a 41 year old professional living in New Jersey. He is a handsome young man, 5'10" tall with fair complexion and dark hair. Ben hits the gym three day. In his spare time he reads and writes erotic stories. The passion in his life is taking dares and bets with a penalty of public exhibitionism.

Greg lives in Central Mississippi and is 51 years old. He is a regular contributor to MOTNES with many wonderful stories. Greg is 5'9" and 200lbs.

Ben found one of Greg's stories and sent an e-mail. Greg was introduced to Ben's stories and admired the style of writing. Over time, a trust developed between the two with similar interest. Phone calls followed with some simple dares and a bet or two. Dares like: leave your pants unzipped and walk through a store and talk to 5 people; buy a milkshake then take it into the restroom and dip your cock into it a given number of times. Bets on things as simple as the temperature or who will get rain first, with pay-offs like: drive down the interstate for 30 minutes with your dick out and stroking to the edge; stroke your cock while you are in an automated carwash but don't climax.

Several months passed without any contact. Spring of this year, the two rediscovered their friendship. Last night Ben found Greg online and initiated a conversation of "what have you been doing?" type of questions. The web cams were turned on and Ben discovered that Greg was sitting naked at the computer. Ben removed his clothing for the camera.

The wonderful feeling for sitting naked with another guy and just talking was felt by both men, stroking as they talked about past experiences that have happened while they were out of communication.

Ben told Greg about some of his early experiences with a brother of a friend where dares would be given. Ben said "I can't resist a dare, I must do what I am asked" The friend's brother taught Ben about grunge, where one would use food items as a prop for sexual enhancement. Ben had fucked melons, coated his cock with mayo and mustard. Greg was so turned on that he decided to offer a "game" for the two men.

"How about a game of cards?" he asked Ben. "we need to go see what you have in the kitchen that you are willing to smear on your dick and then we will determine what the loser will use to please the winner."

Coming back from the kitchen, there was ketchup, chocolate and caramel sauce topping, jelly, peanut butter, eggs, and a banana.

The game was simple, Greg would deal the cards in front of the camera and the card that was predetermined to be the losing card (first black Jack) would have to perform a task with the ingredients that were available.

first round, ketchup on your dick and stroke the number of your card. Low card would lose.

"Ready?" "Sure, Deal" said Ben.

Card one was for Ben, it was an 8. Second card was for Greg and it was a King.

Ben took the bottle of ketchup and applied a good glob on his rock hard shaft and then started stroking it . . . 1 time up and down 2 times up and down 3 4 5 6 7 8 times he stroked the full length of his red covered "Hot Dog"

"oh how wonderful that was to watch" said Greg.

"Yes, but we have only just begun to play." Ben stated. "Your day is coming, buddy. Shuffle that deck and we will play for jelly this time"

Again, Low card will lose. The first card was for Greg this round, a Ace. Ben was give a 10. So he squirted another big squeeze of ketchup on his hot member and gave it 10 stroked with all that cold lub, he was getting some precum in sight.

Third round was for chocolate syrup. The first black Jack was to be the loser. the deck was almost all turned, two red jacks were already up, but nothing yet.

Greg was the loser this hand and coated his 7 inch cut, thick dick with more than enough chocolate syrup and started stroking. the syrup was in his pubs and covered his balls. Eleven total strokes with a feeling that is beyond description.

The fourth, and what turned out to be, the final hand of the night, was for the first queen to lose. The loser would smear a spoonful of peanut butter on their throbbing dick and stroke it for a dozen strokes. If the loser lost his load, he would be forced to scoop it up and eat all the cum mixed with the peanut butter.

Greg, who was in control of the cards, gave them a shuffle and a cut. Ben's turn to deal, so Greg was to get the first card. The very first card was a Queen. "That was a quick game" Greg said.

"Yes, my southern friend. Now let me see that Peanut Butter all over your rod." Ben laughed.

The texture of the thick peter pan was unbelievable for Greg. He had to stroke 12 long and sticky jerks. The thought of trying not to cum, had made him almost cum without touching himself. The smell of the peanut butter was driving him wild. On stroke 8, he knew that there was no turning back. On stroke 10 he shouted, "Oh damn, I am cumming."

What an amazing burst of hot steaming white cum mixed with the brown goo of peanut butter.

Greg caught his breath and was reminded by Ben that he needed to eat his mess clean.

Thank you Ben for a wild and crazy night; their relationship and close friendship has just begun to bloom.

They also had to complete dares of "freeballing" on the next day and at an exact time they were to go to a public restroom, stand at the urinal and piss while allowing another man get a peek. Because Greg lost the game, he had to allow his slacks drop to the floor while at the urinal. The dares were fulfilled in highest honor.

As bets and dares are made, I will keep you up to date.

Pappa Jack