Gay Erotic Stories

I don’t know how many horny men have read my stories. If only one, and he was brought to an intense orgasm by what I wrote I would be well paid. Now, you are learning of my start as, I might as well be honest, an ordinary young man, still in high school due to missing a year, who had learned of the extreme pleasures another man and his hard prick can bring me. In a recent week I had been initiated into gay life very effectively and now once or twice a day I lust longingly for a hot cock in my mouth or in my love hole and then to take the ejaculation I caused into my mouth as my reward.

Can I still be that ordinary young man in the eyes of my straight friends and family while trying to not be obvious as I apprised that young man, who might be like me in his desires, who just got on the bus or just came into the restaurant as I pick at my hamburger and French fries. I hope so.

If you have been reading about Alvin, the Marine whose aunt lives down the street from our house and what happened that Saturday, I want to end that series by telling you what happened the next day, Sunday.

If you remember, Mario had remained behind when the three Marines had left to go to bed at Alvin’s aunt’s house. I had intended to use the toilet to flush out my colon but Mario stopped me from doing that. Well, we were both still naked and the clerk at our little grocery market, in gutter language explained what he desired from me and then he performed for me some very kinky acts that I am still too embarrassed to tell you about, not knowing you better. I must say I did not reciprocate what the young Italian American guy did for me but he left with a big smile on his lips after washing them very carefully before he dressed. We promised to meet again and I hope we do.

I went to bed and was feeling very good with my ego at a higher level than I had ever had it before thanks to Mario. I fell asleep almost at once which was good as I had to fix up my rooms before my Mother was to return from Santa Ana later on Sunday afternoon or evening.

It was not the alarm clock that woke me Sunday morning but the telephone. It was Frank, the Marine from Kansas who had confessed he would like to get a hot sexual spanking from me if we could keep it a secret from his buddies.

“Good morning, Bob,” the now familiar voice announced, “Frank. Are you awake from last night?” Well, I was since his call had broken into a dream where the three Marines were lined up stark naked and each was clamoring for me to suck him first.

“Oh, yes, Frank,” I said and then I lied a little, “Been awake for an hour cleaning up the mess in my room.”

“Good!” the boy from Kansas exclaimed. “Alvin and his aunt have gone to church and Bill has gone to mass. Can I come over for,” there was a pause, “you know. What we talked about? After what we did to you last night, I know I need some discipline and you know what that is.”

“Well, I was just getting ready to shower. I am in the choir at my church and I will be done by noon.” I thought a moment and then added, “Maybe you can join me in the shower.” I could really sense the carnal tone in my offer.

“Hey, Dude, I had one shower here already but a guy can’t get enough of a good cleaning. I am on my way.” Frank responded and he hung up before I could say another word, not that another word was necessary.

Since I was naked already I was able to get out some fresh thick bath towels and I wrapped one around my waist to be so attired when I would answer the expected door bell chimes. My cock was still a little slimy from the last minute attention it had received from Mario but I was sure some of Frank’s ass juices were still on it. I thought maybe Frank might like to taste a favored hard sausage before the shower.

It was like two minutes later that the chimes sounded out a few notes of one of the classic music pieces my Mother liked. Frank came in the foyer dressed in the same casual clothes he was wearing the night before. For the first time since I had met him, Frank gave me a deep throat tongue in my mouth kiss that lasted minutes.

“Please don’t tell the others about that kiss,” my guest told me and I did not question him as to the reason. Then, like any polite host should do, I got on my knees and got the corporal’s seven incher out and gave it a fairly good sucking but without the climax. Then, like any polite guest should do, Frank raised me up, removed my towel and gave my firm hot ten incher a much better sucking also without my spilling my seed on his tongue. . “I am not sure, but I think you have not washed that thing since you fucked Bill,” Frank remarked with a serious look on his handsome face... “I kinda recognize that flavor.” I had to laugh when I told him he was sucking off his own anal juice from my cock slightly diluted by Mario‘s licking and sucking. “Wow!” the young red haired boy exclaimed. “That is a first and it sure don’t taste bad. I see now why some guys love to rim me after I have been given a hot fuck. Next time you fuck me, make me suck your dick clean for you ‘cause I want to get it fresh and hot from the prick pop that screwed me.”

In the shower we gave each other both sucking and rimming but we did not cum as we had plans for an exotic spanking party after church. Frank went with me to my church and I met him at the side door when the choir was leaving. My choir mate, Arty was leaving at the same time and Frank turned away as if he did not want to be recognized.

We were in the car when Frank spoke of his movement to avoid the eyes of Arty. “That guy in your choir I know from Oceanside. I saw him suck off at least eight jarheads in the head by the pier. He has a big cock and I went with him to a quiet place on the beach and we fucked each other in his car with condoms and then we went back to the pier. When I left him, he was sucking one civilian older man and had a black Marine with a really big black prick up his ass and I don’t think the black guy had a condom big enough to cover his fucking cock. When he is ready for sex, he knows no limit, I think.” I asked him why he was avoiding Arty and he replied, “Boys like that don’t want to be seen by their sex partners in regular society. Hell, I am the same way so what am I talking about.”

“When will you be eating your chicken dinner?” I asked Frank and he said that it was set for 2:00 o’clock and that he had forgot to tell me I was invited by Mrs. Hamilton to share the meal.

“After seeing that guy you call Arty,” Frank told me, “I am really keyed up for a good spanking. Use a hair brush, your belt or a ping pong paddle but no switches from a tree or anything like that that will leave marks or welts.”

I had been thinking about how I wanted to spank my friend. I wanted to try out a pair of garden gloves that had a really rough palm section. I also had a ping pong paddle and I took it and the gloves back up to my room.

In my room, we stripped naked and I had Frank get on his hands and knees in front of me as I sat in an easy chair. The boy sat up like a puppy that was not sure what his master wanted him to do. Without speaking, I grabbed Frank by his hair and brought his face and mouth to my cock that was getting bigger and harder by the second.

“Suck on my juicy cock, you nasty fag boy!” I commanded the young Marine “and lick my balls good!” As the corporal complied with my demands, I use just my bare hands to start slapping his firm round mounds of lovely flesh that I knew was very fuckable. Each slap drew a moan from Frank’s throat and I told him, “I have been watching you making your Marine buddies to give you their cocks when I don’t think they wanted to. You are using your stripes to get sex from innocent boys.” A long series of slaps followed that made up statement and Frank was almost deep-throating my slim ten inches of solid prick meat. Frank was moaning louder and I saw tears on his cheeks and was tempted to stop my torture until I saw the boy look at me and I saw in his eyes the desire for me to continue to a mutually satisfactory ending.

I slipped on the rubber garden gloves and I was sure the rough palms would be more painful and more to his need to satisfy whatever it was that drove him to be punished like we were doing. Those gloves seem to do the trick as the sobbing grew louder but not real loud as his mouth was full of hot cock.

“Remove my shoes and socks and lick my feet clean!” I ordered my young submissive corporal and he quickly complied as I swatted his cute ass I was longing to fuck The boy’s tongue was laving my feet, first one and then the other using his tongue to get between my toes. “You can do better than that you fucking fag boy!” I cried out and laid the ping pong paddle on his tender and reddish ass skin with six or seven “popping” swats. I spotted a tube of KY on the bedside table and I used a generous amount on my index and middle finger. Getting up, I went behind the crouching Marine. Sticking up high was the buttocks that I had caused to almost glow with red and in the center was that sweet hole I had fucked so hard the night before. While slapping one cheek with my left hand, I shoved both lubed up fingers on the other hand fully into Frank’s fuck tunnel. The boy, screamed.

“Here is a good reason to scream,” I snarled at my friend and I was surprised at how cruel I sounded and felt. I withdrew my fingers and shoved in my turgid cock in the quacking boy’s tortured fuck hole and started an unusual for me hard ass pounding fuck.

As Frank was screaming in real pain, the Marine corporal cried out, “Oh god! Oh damn! I’m cumming. Oh, yeah! I am cumming hard. It’s so good! You made me shoot my biggest ever load of jism! Oh, thank you, Bob. I have needed this for months.”

In my pent up emotional condition I was not able to stop my fucking Frank’s tortured ass until I shot a massive, at least for me, load of cum a good ten inches deep in his gut.

“Here is something you said you want,” I stated as I went in front of the Marine still on his hands and knees and I slipped my cock, dripping with his own ass juices into my friend’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmfff,” Frank was saying as he eagerly sucked off his fresh ass juices from my proffered prick. “Thanks, Bob,” Frank finally said as he finished his treat, “You will never know what good that has done for me. You took me back to Kansas for a couple hot minutes.”

I picked the boy up and this time it was me that forced my tongue into his mouth and he slumped and I had to strain to hold him upright.

“I better not try this kinky stuff with anyone else, Frank.” I told the corporal. “I really lose control and I give way to the wild animal that must be restrained in polite society.”

“Well, I can’t tell you how glad I am you did it to me at least,” Frank said as the boy visibly was regaining his former proud and masculine persona.

The chime in the upstairs hallway sounded and we looked at each other and wondered how we could repair what we had done for mutual satisfaction. I put the towel back on and went down stairs as Frank was hurrying to get presentable.

“Bob, I have a message for you,” Glenn Carter the older man from across the alley said as he gave me a big smile when he saw I was probably naked under my towel. The neighbor had seen me naked at the steam bath but we had only exchanged polite cock kissing and light sucking there as Glenn had a date to take care of in his room. You have heard of guys who lick their lips when they see a man they want to ravage. Well Glenn was actually drooling as he stared in lust at my nearly nude body.

I waited a full minute as I looked at my neighbor to tell me the message, “And the message?” I finally asked Glenn. “Get your evil mind off of my ten inch prick,” I laughed and that brought Glenn back into focus.

“Oh, yeah. It is just that you look so hot and suckable,” Glenn said and then he continued, “Your mother called while you were at church. The alternator on her car quit and it will be tomorrow before they can fix it so she is staying with her sister in…where is it she went?” I actually saw Glenn using his tongue to wipe away some drool from his lips.

“Orange County near Santa Ana,” I replied but I knew my neighbor really did not give a damn about the answer to his question.

“May I please come in, Bob?” Glenn pleaded. “I will give you a blow job like you never had before! You can fuck me blind if you want to. Please, Bob. Just let me in to play with that cock I have been dreaming of since last Monday.” I told my neighbor to come on in and go up stairs to my room and I followed him up while looking at his almost flabby butt. I figured that I had another submissive to make obey my wants.

When we got to my room, Glenn was surprised to see my Marine sitting on the bed. Frank had put on a pair of white boxers he found in one of my dresser drawers. I sat in my favorite chair and told Glenn to get buck ass naked and get on his knees to suck off my friend, Frank’s Marine cock. For a man in his thirties, Glenn could move fast to obey my order. When Frank had his seven inch cock out, still sticky from his recent cumming, Glenn swallowed it right down and started a really good job of sucking it. Frank was feeling horny after his spanking and he used Glenn’s ears and head much like he had used mine the night before. Being careful not to show his red buttocks, Frank lowered his, or rather mine, shorts and forced Glenn’s mouth and tongue into his anal opening and Glenn licked the hole clean of the KY I had used in it.

I was enjoying the show and giving Glenn some dirty orders as well as expanding my “master to slave” vocabulary when the door chimes boomed out again.

Downstairs I found it was Alvin and Bill looking for Frank. After we all got back upstairs the two newcomers had their cocks out and sharing Glenn’s very willing mouth. Frank stepped away to allow his buddies room to get sucked and put his clothes back on and I did also.

I went to the bath room and Frank came in a few minutes later. “Bob, my ass feels so damn good!” the Marine told me. “But now I can’t let the others see how red it is. Say! Did you notice if there are any blisters?”

“I didn’t see any.” I replied and suggested he lower his pants for a closer inspection. When his bare ass was being shown to me, I felt a compulsion to kiss it and lick the crack and the still open hole. I know, from the sounds he made, Frank very much appreciated my oral attention. Luckily, I had not caused any blisters and I used some medicated talcum powder to cover the redness.

Frank and I went back to where Bill had already climaxed in Glenn’s mouth and was finger fucking the older man using that same KY. Alvin was getting close. Following Alvin, it was Frank’s turn and I think he faked his ejaculation as I know he had spilled a lot of cock chowder when I had finger and then cock raped his hole. The others stood around as I let Glenn finally get my cock in his mouth. I had a great load of hot creamy whang juice I had left over from my recent fucking of Frank and my neighbor was very appreciative of my gift of jism jelly and of the cocks I had let him suck off in my room. The older man was profuse in his thanks and I dismissed him as soon as he was redressed.

“If we get a chance to come down next week end, we want our buddy Glenn in on the party so we can fuck his fucking brains out,” Alvin said and I told my friend I hoped he and Frank and Bill could make it as there were three asses I wanted to fuck again real hard. We all laughed and the four of us went to dinner at Mrs. Hamilton’s house as Glenn Carter went strutting to his home..

While on the way to dinner, I told the boys that the house was free for the rest of the day and I would drive them over to Camp Pendleton when we all were too exhausted to continue our mad passionate sex orgy.

The chicken dinner was delicious as Mrs. Hamilton was born and raised on an Iowa farm and had learned to make dinner for farm hands and threshing crews. She had an apple pie for desert that had raisins mixed in it and I, without shame, ate two nice size pieces. After all, Frank’s fun time took a lot out of me.

Giving the excuse that there was a football game on with our local major league team, Alvin and Bill went with me back to my place. Frank, for reasons only I knew volunteered to help Mrs. Hamilton clean up the dinner dishes.

Back at my rooms, we did start to watch the game but Alvin began to get amorous and was playing with his cock in front of Bill and me. Well, we could read about the game in Monday’s paper. I pulled my pants and shorts down and Bill also got out his prick. For a very long and happy time for me, I had one Marine cock in my ass and one in my mouth and the boys seemed to know just when to switch places. This time we did not get naked but opened only the part of our clothes we found necessary.

“You are really a prick loving slut!” Alvin told me and Bill agreed with his buddy.

“You are so right, Alvin,” I replied, “and it all because of you and that night you begged me to fuck your hot ass.” I replied and that was all I could say as he deep throated me with his swollen cock with the big knob.

Both of my Marine lovers seemed to know I wanted to be humiliated in our sex party but they could not know that it was because I was feeling guilty about the way I had treated their buddy, Frank. I think they thought my desire to be used like a cheap whore was because they might be sent to Iraq and I wanted to give them a party to remember.

I was made to lie on my back while Bill was fucking my ass as he rode me in the saddle with my legs spread open and pulled back. The boy from New Mexico was, legs wide apart, over me so his thick cock was being driven into my hungry hole almost straight down. Alvin had my mouth and throat under his complete control. First Alvin sat on my lips and made me rim his funky asshole then he got where he could fuck my mouth while Bill started to climax deep in my gut.

“Sorry Al!” My fucker called out to his chum, “I am pissing a hot load of piss up our boy’s ass to mix with my cum. You will have to fuck in a pool of pee if you want to fuck his butt now.”

“That’s okay, Bill.” The man with his cock in my mouth told his camp mate, “Since this is my last chance to do it, I plan to use this slut’s throat and belly for my urinal as soon as I shoot off my cock soup in his mouth!”

Already warned, I found I was eagerly awaiting the golden tea that Mario seemed to consider the extreme treat he could receive from the sex tool he was sucking off. When it did start from Alvin’s swollen sex member, it came in a blast that I could not control due to inexperience. The almost hot liquid filled my mouth and I swallowed some but there was more than I could swallow and more than my oral cavity could hold and some escaped from my lips. The stuff ran down my jaws and my neck and ended up on my bed sheet.

After that first blast, however, Alvin controlled his stream so I was then able to drink his offering without difficulty. Piss is not delicious no matter what they say in sex stories but is also not too bad tasting. I was somehow pleased that Alvin gave me his piss but I don’t think I will encourage other guys to give me theirs. After all, Alvin is a special friend of mine.

My two military style lovers finally were finished with the degrading use of my body and I rushed to the bathroom to drain what I could of Bill’s piss from my ass. I heard the stuff coming out like an enema used to sound when my Mother thought I needed something to clean out my intestine. The boy, Mario, came to my mind and I thought the clerk would have enjoyed having my anal lips pressed on his facial lips as all that hot piss and cum was being exchanged from the swollen and abused lips of my asshole into his lips and mouth and then to his waiting stomach..

“Wow!” I exclaimed as my two guest came into the bathroom to clean up their fucking equipment from its use on and in me. “Is that the way a slut is supposed to feel?” The two guys laughed as they washed their cocks at the bathroom sink. I thought I won’t be able to brush my teeth now without a hard on thinking of those two very desirable semi-hard pricks being soaped and rinsed in my regular morning place of my daily ablution duties.

“Bob, I can’t tell you what a great weekend that this has been,” Alvin said. “I sure wish I could make you feel as good as you have made me feel.”

“And I agree,” Bill chimed in as he pushed his now wrinkled up prick into his fly. “Those guys on the base will seem like nothing now I have you and my buddies in my memory.”

“I can only use that tired old remark, ‘The pleasure was all mine,” I laughed. “You guys have converted me and I bet you have converted a lot of your Marine buddies into a liberated cocksucker and welcome asshole for any guy that is hot and decent.”

“Yeah, Buddy,” Alvin continued. “If we are lucky enough to come down here next weekend, there can never be a party again like the one we had this weekend.”

I was surprised as each of the boys gave me a deep French kiss. “Hey, don’t tell Frank we kissed you,” Alvin said after we had finished, “He thinks that guys kissing guys is too queer.”

Later, in my Mustang on the way to Camp Pendleton, after exchanging addresses and cell phone numbers, the four of us got a little teary eyed as we remember different things we had done to each other and the thought that they might be in Iraq in a very short time kept the conversation serious.

I would like to end this by saying that we stopped at the rest stop on I-5 and had a final exchange of blow jobs but it did not happen. My memories of this weekend will be brought up every time some guy is using and abusing my now liberated ass or mouth.

Thanks for reading about the week I had and cannot forget.

P.S. Alvin called me on my cell phone this morning to tell me his group is on the way to Miramar Marine Corp air field to catch a transport plane to Camp Lejeune and he wished me luck before I could wish he and my good friends the same as they go into that mess in Iraq. B.N.H.