Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex. if this turns you off, don't read it. This is a work of fiction and the characters and events never happened. It wasn’t as if I was running away, I was eighteen and just released from of Juvey hall. They had been damn well glad to get rid of me calling me nothing but a troublemaker. Now at eighteen I was on my own. The few possessions I had were crammed into this cheap cardboard suitcase they had given me. I knew I had to get out of this town if he was going to have any kind of life. I would go someplace were no one knew me. South I think. With the few dollars they had given me, and what I’d earned from selling my ass to the guards I still didn’t have enough to really go anywhere. All I could think of was to hitch hike out of town. Taking a bus to the edge of town I found a good stop and put out my thumb. It was only seconds later that this old couple stopped. Telling him me I looked like such a nice clean-cut boy they wanted go give me a ride. I had to laugh thinking if they only knew. When they dropped me off, I was glad at least I was at least out of the state. Thrusting out my thumb again this time a big eighteen-wheeler rig ground to a stop. Opening the door I could see this big stud behind the wheel. Crawling in as soon as the door was closed and we started moving down the road, the guy thrust his hand out telling me his name was Andy, but most folks called him Bull. I told him my name was Calvin and went on to tell him I was going to live down south, probably Florida. Bull laughed asking me if I was running away or just out seeking my fortune. I didn’t miss seeing his hand rubbing his crotch. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I knew I was going to have to service this guy if I wanted a ride. Reaching over and stroking his cock, I let him know I was available. Then Bull told me to take it out and work it over. Once I’d freed his cock from his tight jeans, I could lie across the seat and take him into my mouth. As the rig ground down the highway, Bull kept me sucking his cock. Every time he would shoot his load, I would try to get up, but he would push me down telling me he would tell me when he had had enough. For hours he kept me sucking his meat until my jaws were aching. After taking his load again and again, he pushed down deep on his cock and began pissing down my throat. Gagging and choking his piss slopped all over him and me. Pulling up and trying to wipe myself off with my sleeve, he swore at me for getting him wet with piss. Bull jammed on the breaks and screeching to a halt he told me to get my fucking ass out of the truck. I was stunned, after sucking this guy off again and again and letting him use me as his toilet--he was dumping me! As the truck came to a full stop, he reached over opened my door and pushed me out. Falling to the ground, I was almost hit as my suitcase, when it came flying out after me. As the truck pulled away, I scrambled out and stepped onto the edge of the road and put my thumb out. I could see this rusted out ford pickup slowing and pulling onto the shoulder. Running to the truck this big redneck began rolling down his window. Leaning out this black dude asked me if I had just gotten out of that truck. Nodding he told me to get in the back and that they were taking a short cut over to the main expressway--if I wanted to ride along. Before I could answer, he said it would be a snap for me to get a ride from there. Throwing my bag in back and jumping into the cab with them we were off like a bat out of hell. When they pulled off the main road, I didn’t think a thing about it, they had said they were taking a short cut. Looking over at me, he asked if I wanted a beer. Nodding I said I’d love a beer. All I could think of was how hungry I was and I’d wished I’d stopped somewhere and gotten something to eat. The black guy setting next to me said name was Jamul, and laughing said the spick was Carlos. Shaking his hand I told them my name was Warren Wilson. Then putting the beer to my lips (I was grateful for anything that would take the taste of that truck driver’s cum and piss out of my mouth) I started to swallow. The beer was cold and tasted so good I almost drank it down in one long gulp. Looking up I saw Jamul watching me and holding another beer up he asked, “You want another beer? ” The more I drank the more relaxed I got and Jamul began asking me some questions. He wanted to know all about me. After my fifth beer, I was feeling no pain and was telling him about my life in Juvey hall and how I sold my body to the guards for extra privileges. Jamul laughed then and asked if I had sucked off the trucker. Telling him after sucking that bastard’s cock for hours, he used me as his toilet and then threw me out of the truck when I let some piss get on his pants. Carlos just laughed saying that reminded him he had to take a leak and he began slowing and pulling off to the side of the road. Trying to look macho and jumping out of the truck, I promptly fell on my face. Carlos came around with Jamul saying they were going to take a leak. Scrambling up and following behind Jamul we moved just a little way from the truck. Carlos said it was time now to get a little poontang from the purty white boy. After ten years in Juvey hall I knew damn well what he meant. This bozo was wanted to fuck my ass. Trying to run, when I turned to bolt, I fell right into Carlos’ arms. From there it was a downhill fight. No matter how much I struggled, they pulled and ripped off my clothing until they had me naked. Pushing me down on the ground, Jamul pulled my legs up and began probing my butt until his cock found my ass hole. Squirming to keep him out of me, when he finally made entry, all he said was I was nothing but a fucking whore saying my hole was big enough for him to shove his arm into me. I knew there was no way I could get out of getting fucked, so I decided to relax and enjoy it, spreading my legs wider just let it happen No sooner had Carlos pulled out of my ass than Jamul was shoving his cock into me. He was going at it real slow making sure he got a good long fuck. When he would get close, he would slow down and cool off and then began all over again until finally he couldn’t hold off any longer. Jamming his cock into me, he began pumping his load. From then on it was a free for all. I was kicked, beaten and fucked and had their cocks rammed down my throat. Finally after what seemed like hours later, the fucking festival was over. I was now too weak to offer any resistance to anything they wanted to do with me. Lying there in the weeds, Jamul pulled me up saying they had something special planned for me now. Trying to reach for my clothes, Carlos picked them up saying where I was going I wasn’t going to need clothes anymore. Pulling me along with them, all I could do was hobble along in pain from the stones on the gravel. As soon as we got close to the truck, I tried to break free but Jamul brought his knee up into my crotch almost lifting me off the ground. I felt a pain like I’d never felt before and all I could do was drop to my knees in agony. While I was still gasping from the pain, Jamul began binding my hands and legs. Then picking up one of my socks, he rammed it into my mouth saying they couldn’t have me screaming my head off. Tossing me naked into the back of the truck, Jamul pulled a tarp over me and then I heard them getting into the truck. We began moving down the bumpy gravel road. We seemed to be on that road for hours and with every bump and twist I slid back and forth banging into the side of the truck bed. Finally, the truck slowed it seemed to be making a turn and then we began moving up hill. After what seemed like forever we came to a stop. I could hear the doors of the truck opening. Then I could hear voices, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then it seemed like the voices were getting closer and I heard someone saying,” I’d never buy a pig in a poke.” Suddenly someone pulled the tarp off of me and blinking in the sudden light, I could see Carlos and Jamul talking to this big old ugly black buck. He must have been at least fifty and he had to be the ugliest man I’d ever seen. Looking me over, he reached over and began prodding and groping me. As he felt me up Jamul spoke up saying I was all broken in and I was a great fuck. Then this ugly bozo told them to pull me out of the truck and stand me up so he could get a good look at me. When Jamul had me standing, this guy began inspecting me like I was some kind of farm animal. Running his hands through my hair he said I was awful perty for a boy. Then pulling the sock from my mouth he shoved grabbed my cheeks to see if I had all my teeth. When I began begging him to let me go, he just shoved the sock back into my mouth. Letting his hands run over my body his fingers then began probing my ass. Walking over to Jamul, the big nigger he asked how much money they wanted for me. Jamul said, working his fingers into my ass, he said I sure had a lot of use for my age. Then Jamul shot back, “Shit, we know he ain’t no virgin, but he ain’t no pig either. You know how all those white fagots are. Then as if it made me more valuable, Jamul told the guy I had no body looking for me or that would miss me. The guy asked Jamul how he knew I was a throw a way. Jamul told him then I was just out of Juvey hall and I didn’t even have a driver’s license yet. As far as the authorities knew I didn’t exist. That was when the redneck said he would give them five hundred dollars cash for me. Jamul refused, saying it wasn’t enough. When the redneck turned and began walking away, he said that was too much to pay for such a skinny kid. Jamul began to panic saying I was free and clear and he would own me body and soul. The redneck’s only response was the words, “Five hundred, no more.” Jamul bellowed out, “Deal if we can have fucking rights to the pig.” When the shook hands on the deal the redneck told them to take me to the barn and he would get their money. Remembering the pain in my nuts when Jamul had knee’d me, when they untied my ankles I was now afraid to try to escape. Again they half drug, half pulled me up to the barn. By the time we reached the structure, the old redneck had returned. Pulling a metal collar from the bench, he began fastening it around my neck. Then attaching a long chain to it, he snapped a lock on it making sure it could not be removed. We stood there watching as Carlos and Jamul walked back to the truck. In seconds they were gone. The redneck looked over to me and chuckled saying they would blow the money in one day. Looking at his ugly grinning face, I thought he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the toolbox. I had to wonder if the lummox could even read. Then pulling my chain, he told me his name was Aaron Billingsly and I should call him Aaron. When he pulled the sock out of my mouth, he asked me what my name was. When I told him my name was Warren Wilson he shrugged his shoulders saying he would call me ‘Will’ because that was his father’s name. I had to wonder if this dumb retard managed to get along without help from someone. Leading me by my chain, he began heading me to the house. As we were going up the steps, he asked if I was hungry. Just the though of food almost made me want to kiss his ugly face. As we trudged up the gravel path he kept talking to me, saying he had a friend once, but he didn’t stay long. When he’d left he took all the money he’d saved and that’s why he had decided to buy me. Now that I was his property I had to stay with him, like a pet or something. As we approached the house, I was surprised at how small it was. It was really more of a shack than a house containing one big room. Each corner seemed to serve one function. We were standing just inside the door and this corner of the room served as his kitchen. Across from that he had a TV and a sofa and a table that looked like he used it like a desk. Then next to that was a big bed and some board shelves and a rod with his clothes on it. What was most surprising was the corner that served as a bathroom. There stood a toilet out in the open and a makeshift shower and sink combination. It looked like something out of Steinbeck’s Tobacco Road. Moving to the center of the room, he fastened the end of my chain to what looked like a big eyehook in the floor. Straightening up, he said now I had the run of the place. Slumping down in one of the wooden kitchen chairs I begged him for something to eat. Nodding, he said that now that he owned me, he was going to take real good care of me. As he began to work around the kitchen, he looked over telling me to go wash up and get ready for supper. Dragging my chain over to the bathroom side of the shack I slipped into the makeshift shower and began to wash. Looking over at me he yelled out to wash good because he wanted his boy to be clean when he fucked him. There it was, he’d bought me to be his cunt. I knew I had to get away from this hillbilly freak somehow. Washing off the soap at least I felt better clean. There were towels on a shelf above the toilet and after reaching for one; I began to dry myself off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I moved back to the ‘kitchen’ then. Looking around at me, he let out a growl and ripped the towel off of me saying he wanted to see the pretty cunt boy he bought. Turning then, he shoved a big plate of food into my hands telling me to eat. Sitting at the table he put two cups on the table and poured us some coffee. I was so hungry I began eating like a savage. Looking over at me shoving the food into my mouth, he beamed saying, “he cooked good” As soon as I cleared my plate, he began piling more food on it telling me to eat good--he wanted to fatten me up. Looking up at Aaron, I almost liked him at that minute, it was the first time in my life someone was really taking care of me. When I could eat no more, he cleared the table and in a simple way began to wash the dishes in this wash pan. Taking one of the old rags I began wiping the dishes and trying to figure out where to put them on the makeshift shelf. When he had tossed the water out and cleaned off the table, he pulled out this big jug saying we would drink now. Pouring some of the clear liquid into a glass he handed it to me telling me to drink that it would make me a better fuck. Taking a drink, I though my mouth would burn off. The stuff was pure moonshine! Urging me to drink more, the second swallow went down better and by the third swallow it was really good. I was full, I was getting a warm buzz on, and things began to look wonderful to me. Pouring another drink for me, he began to undress telling me he would wash and make himself clean for me. As he pulled his shirt off, I had to marvel at how big and hairy the black brute was. When he dropped his loose baggy coveralls I almost fainted when I saw that horse cock of his. He was hung like some damn animal. Grinning as he watched me he asked, “You like Aaron’s cock?”. Draining the glass I knew I was going to need to be a lot drunker if he was going to fuck me with that weapon. As he showered, I poured a big glass of moonshine and proceeded to drink it. I’d just finished it when I felt his hot hands on me saying it was time to go to bed now. Leading me to the bed, he began fumbling and finally came up with a tube of KY. As he tossed it to me he said it would make me feel better when he fucked me. I could only guess at least someone had showed him how to use KY. Lying back on the bed, I began lubing up my ass real good. I knew if I was going to take that rod, I’d better be real slick. Taking the tube from me and straddling my body, he just grinned telling me to suck his tits. Reaching up and pulling him down to me as my lips touched that big hairy chest. I felt this thrill running through me. He was trying to make love to me. Lapping and sucking at one nipple and then the other, he began moaning and telling me how beautiful I was and that he loved me. Somehow that big hairy beast wanted me to love him. Then he began scooting down and suddenly his lips were on mine. As the weight of his body pressed against me driving me into the mattress, his tongue began working its way into my mouth. Little shivers began running through me and I felt like some damn bitch on his first date. Then pulling away, he began working his way down my body licking and lapping until he found my now hard drooling cock. When his hot lips flowed around my cock, he seemed to suck me into his body taking everything I had to offer. Then slowly he began working me. My hands seemed to just naturally slip down to his curly head and I let them rest as he bobbed up and down on my cock. Of all the blowjobs I’d given, all the studs I let fuck me this was the first time in my life someone wanted my cum in their body. When my cock exploded filling his mouth with cum, he snarfed it down like it was nectar. As he worked my cock draining me dry, I began crying. Suddenly he was staring into my face and in a low hoarse whisper begging me to forgive him if he’d hurt me. Pulling him down to me I gave him a deep hot kiss and when we separated I began begging him to fuck me. Moving slowly down and lifting my legs, he began his entry. Gritting my teeth from the pain as he entered me, I felt like a virgin being fucked for the first time. In his simple way he tried to be gentle, but he wanted to get into me and he just kept pushing and stretching me until I though I would pass out. Feeling like he’d rammed his arm up my ass, he began slowly to screw me. With every stroke my body seemed to surrender to him and finally when he’d reached a fever pitch pounding that rod of his up my ass, the whole bed was shaking and rocking. Suddenly we were falling as the whole damn bed collapsed. We were stunned for a second and then laughing, he began pounding my ass again. Each time he would cum he would begin pumping and twisting his hips again driving himself into me over and over again. Moaning in pleasure, he said he could fuck me all night--and he did! Finally, as the daylight was streaming in the dirty windows, I lay in his arms and we slept. We were awakening by this loud pounding on the door and Aaron struggled up to answer it. Pulling on his dirty coveralls, he scrambled to the door. As soon as he’d opened it Carlos and Bull came barging in. They were drunk and they told him they wanted to fuck his boy. When Carlos started over in my direction, Aaron grabbed him and reaching over grabbing Bull, he pushed them to the door telling them nobody was going to fuck his boy--now, or ever. Pushing them out and slamming the door, he warned them never to come back again or he would hurt them. I could hear Carlos yelling he would be sorry, that they would get even. Coming back to the bed, Aaron crawled under the covers and taking me in his arms, he kissed me saying nobody was ever going to ever hurt me again. Somehow we managed to get up and get it going after making love again. Aaron lingered at the breakfast table as long as possible until he just had to go out and tend the animals. Meanwhile I managed to fix the bed and do the dishes. I wasn’t moving too fast because my ass felt like it had been ripped to pieces, but still it was a good hurt. For a big dumb redneck Aaron was one great lover. Every fiber of my body wanted him. Aaron had said he would come back to the house for lunch, so I wanted to surprise him and fix dinner. I wasn’t much of a cook, but he sure was no gourmet. Finding some ground beef in the fridge, I began to look around and found the makings for chili. After I’d fried the ground beef I tossed the canned beans and tomatoes into the big iron pot. Setting it to simmering I began setting the table. Flouncing around like some ditzy housewife, I really was happy. I thought after diner I would try to clean up this dump. When I heard Aaron’s steps on the porch I was at the door to welcome him. As his big paws went around my body, I pulled close to him giving him a big kiss. His ugly face didn’t seem nearly so bad now. Laughing, he said I’d better start shaving because I was getting as scratchy as a porcupine. Separating he said he would fix us something to eat. When he peaked in the pot and saw the chili he just beamed. Tasting it he said it has a little ways to go. Taking Aaron’s hand and pulling him toward the bed, I told him he had time for a fuck. Unsnapping his straps and letting his coveralls drip, he began to unbutton his shirt as I sank to my knees lapping and sucking my way down his hairy body until my lips found his cock. Working him to a frenzy, I began unlacing his boots. Slipping his boots and coveralls off, he pulled me into the bed. As we made love it was even sweeter than before. I now wanted to be his en every way. After our foreplay and sex, I pulled him naked over to the table telling him he had to eat and keep his strength up for tonight. He sat there in his chair like a big gruff teddy bear eating my chili watching me and telling me how perty I was. When we’d finished, I helped him into his clothes telling him to be good and hurry to get his work done. Before he left, he rummaged around in this big chest and came out with a shaving bag. Taking if from him and seeing the engraved initials W.K engraved in the leather I knew it must have been from his lover. Taking it and kissing him I told him to hurry and get his work done that I would be lonely without him. We lingered at the door as he gave me a hot deep juicy kiss. After watching him go down the walk, I turned and closed the door. I had a lot of cleaning to do. It was when I was cleaning out the desk that I found some keys. Fumbling with my collar I tried several and finally found the one that opened my lock setting me free. As soon as I got the collar off, my first impulse was to run. I knew if he had that shaving kit he must have some clothing around here. Riffling through the dresser that he’d pulled the shaving kit from, I found some clothes that did not look like anything Aaron would or could wear. They were too flashy and too small. The stuff was all washed and starched and neatly folded. As I remove them, I saw this picture in a silver frame. The first thing I wanted to do was get some clothes on. As I was dressing, I kept looking at that picture. It was the two of them, Aaron and his lover. Aaron looked like the happiest man in the world, but his lover, that was another matter. He looked like the biggest fairy in the county. I was willing to bet the only reason he let Aaron fuck him was to steal everything he owned. I knew that look of his from all those fag boys in Juvey Hall. Poor dumb bastard, Aaron just let everyone take advantage of him. Well anyway the clothes fit and they were really kind of sharp. The shoes were a little big but otherwise I was ready to go. Still I felt rather sad for Aaron, he was suck a big dumb lover and he did seem to love me if you could call that wild night of sex love. This was the first time in my life that I had given my body to another man willingly for free. Even now just thinking of him was making my ass burn in anticipation of surrendering to that big dumb bastard. It just couldn’t be possible I was in love with that stupid black hillbilly. Then I was brought back to reality real fast when I heard the sound of sirens outside. Rushing to the door, I saw Jamul and Chico followed by two white police dragging Aaron up to the house. What the fuck I though, what are those bastards up to. When they were on the porch I heard Jamul blurt out, “You will see the bastard has a white kid chained up and is keeping him as a sex slave.” Then the door burst open Jamul shoved Aaron into the room calling him a white slaver. As soon as the officers were in the room I asked them what the hell was going on. Poor Aaron’s eyes got as big as saucers as he looked at me all dressed without my collar. Gong right up to Aaron and giving him a kiss on the cheek, I asked if he wanted me to get some coffee for his guests. Turning then and busying myself in the kitchen part of the room I turned asking what he wanted me to fix for supper or should we go into town to eat? Aaron was too shocked to speak, but one of the officers came right out asking if I was being kept here as a prisoner. Turning to face the officer, I told them that those two had kidnapped me and raped me and stolen my clothes and money. Then when they brought me here they sold me to Aaron. Then smiling and moving to Aaron and putting my arms around him, I said this good man had bought me and fed me and given me clothes and said I was free to leave. If there was anyone here that was guilty of white slavery it was those two--Jamul and Carlos. Struggling and spitting and Carlos called me a liar as the cops grabbed them and began searching them. Finding a wallet on Jamul they riffled through it--finding my identification. Putting the handcuffs on them the officers drug them out to the patrol car, saying they would need me to testify. Calling out to the officer, I said that since they stole all my money, could I have their truck? The cute cop laughed and said the keys were in the truck. Turning and going back into the house poor Aaron was just standing there dumbfounded. Looking at me with the keys in my hand and dressed in his old lover’s clothes, he just stood there crying. Taking his arms and putting them around me I kissed him telling him I wanted to be his boy, I wanted him to be my master and to love me. Then taking him by the hand and leading him over to the bathroom section, I told him he’d better clean up, because we were going to town and have a nice supper and then he was going to bring me home and fuck the shit out of me. Giving him a kiss, I told him I wanted my man to be strong and awake tonight when we made love. The damn lug almost broke my ribs when he hugged me, telling me he loved me. I knew I could never leave this big ugly bear--I loved him with all my heart.