Gay Erotic Stories

Prior to the trial, I meet with my attorney to prepare the case. “Adam, I really don’t care if you did it or not … I think we can get you off.” Well, I certainly hope so … the very thought of jail repulsed me. They do things to your plumbing in jail … don’t they? Anyway, my attorney had done some research and discovered several interesting things about my accuser.

First, the bitch came from a very wealthy family, with roots on the Upper East Side. There’s nothing worse than a spoiled little rich bitch. Second, the bitch had dumped four boyfriends in the past two years…one of which was here apparent fiancé. And third, the little bitch had recently had an abortion. The bottom line was the fact we were dealing with trash, albeit rich trash. Several months passed before we were scheduled for trial.

The date was set for jury selection. My attorney hired a ‘jury consultant’ to assist him in the selection of those people who would sit in judgment. The jury consultant insisted that, if possible, we stack the jury with young and middle age men, who “ … were more than likely to have experienced a blowjob…and therefore would be more sympathetic to me,” … the defendant.

Jury selection began on a Tuesday morning. After a review of the jury questionnaire forms, the process began. It was obvious the prosecution obviously wanted older women … or those from a generation that didn’t much participate in oral sex and/or found it repulsive.

The prosecution began, asking the first gentleman a series of questions. After several minutes, the prosecutor agreed to accept the man. Then my attorney stood up, and started with his questions.

“Sir, how do you feel about oral sex?”

“OBJECTION!” shouted the prosecutor, “That’s out of line, judge!”

“Overruled!” said the judge, “Continue, councilor!”

The first prospective juror answered that he was “kind of liberal” in that regard, but didn’t much “have one opinion or another.” My attorney accepted this man to serve on the jury.

And so the process continued. In each case, my attorney asked the same question, that is, “… how do you feel about oral sex.” Several of the jury candidates dismissed the idea as digesting, while others had little or no opinion.

The best answer came from a middle age man, who answered, … “Yeah … it’s okay … but don’t tell my wife.” The courtroom exploded with laughter. My attorney desperately wanted this gentleman to serve on the jury, but the prosecution rejected the candidate.

After six long hours, there was finally agreement on the 12 jurors who would decide my fate. We ended up with 8 men and 4 women, all of who were between the age of 28 and 42.

“Perfect!” said the jury consultant, as we left the courtroom, “I think we’ve got a fairly good chance here!”

The trial started the next day, with the prosecution giving opening remarks. It was as if I’d committed murder! In conclusion, the prosecutor said, “… and so, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, when you have reviewed all the evidence, there will be no doubt whatsoever that the defendant violated this young woman (pointing to the bitch) … and you will have no difficulty finding that man (pointing to me) … guilty!”

“Fuck you!” I said to myself.

After my attorney’s opening remarks, the prosecution called his first witness … the bartender. His testimony did nothing, in my opinion, to implicate me in this bazaar situation. My attorney thought it was a complete waste of time … with one exception. I had used a credit card to pay my tab, (which had an electronic time stamp), so that evidence placed me at the bar about the time of the alleged incident. Big fucking deal …

The prosecutor called the plaintiff … excuse me, the bitch … to the stand.

“Please explain to the jury madam, what exactly happened that night at the bar!” said the prosecutor.

The bitch began recounting the incident. Seems she had left her seat at the bar to use the restroom, which was on the lower level. “And when I came out from the restroom,” said the bitch, “… there he was (pointing at me) … and he forced me into the men’s room, slammed me to my knees, and forced me to perform oral sex!”

“And then what happened?” asked the prosecutor.

The bitch responded, “Well … when he was done … I mean, you know … he zipped up his pants and left the room.”

“And … tell me madam,” said the prosecutor, “… how can you be sure the man who violated you is the defendant?”

“Well,” said the bitch, “… he was the only one to leave the bar … according to the bartender … until I came upstairs.”

“Your witness!” said the prosecutor to my attorney. Mmmm, this might be fun. My attorney stood up and began his cross examination:

“Describe for me, if you will, my client’s penis!”

“OBJECTION!” shouted the prosecutor, “… this is outrageous, judge!”

“Overruled! I’m going to allow some latitude!” said the judge, “… continue.”

“Well,” said the bitch, “… I guess it was … average … nothing especially striking that I remember.” There were snickers from the jury box.

“So,” continued my attorney, “… when my client presumably jammed his penis into your mouth … was it fully erect?”

“Yes! Absolutely! It was awful!” said the bitch, now trying to fake tears.

“And tell me madam,” said my attorney, “… about how long was my client’s penis … I mean when it was fully erect?” There was risk to this question. Most women don’t have a good sense of measurement.

“Oh … I’d say about six inches,” replied the bitch. Several of the men jurors nodded their head, apparently confirming to themselves the size of my dick.

“Did my client ejaculate into your mouth?” asked my attorney. The witness indicated yes and again faked some more tears.

“Madam, have you ever given any other man, besides my client, oral sex,” asked my attorney.

“Ah … well,” responded the bitch. My attorney interrupted her, “… and please be careful how you answer the question madam … I’m prepared to call as witnesses some of your former boyfriends!”

“Well, yes I have,” confessed the bitch, “But that’s no excuse for what happened …” My attorney agreed, but had set the stage with the jury that the bitch was an experienced cock sucker in her own right!

“One more question, madam,” said the attorney, “… when my client inserted his penis into your mouth, did he retract his foreskin?”

“Ah … well … no sir … well … he’d been circumcised,” replied the bitch.

“I’m through with this witness, judge,” said my attorney, returning to the defense table.

“The prosecution rests, your honor!” said the prosecutor. The judge adjourned for lunch.

During the break, my attorney asked me the obvious question, “Adam, please tell me you haven’t been circumcised.” When I told him no, he almost jumped out of his skin. He then asked how my penis was. “Ah … about 10 inches … hard.” My attorney rejoiced!

“Okay Adam, things are going to get rather graphic … are you with me on this?”

My attorney explained the plan, and while somewhat unorthodox, I agreed to participate in his somewhat unusual strategy. Returning to the courtroom, my attorney called me to the stand. After I took the oath, my attorney began his line of questioning.

Laying the foundation, he asked me several stupid questions, which apparently was necessary to relax the jury before dropping the bombshell.

“Sir,” asked my attorney, “have you been circumcised?” Answering no, he then asked, “And can you tell the jury the size of your erect penis?” When I said, “About 10 inches,” the entire courtroom gasped!

“OBJECTION!” shouted the prosecutor, “This is only speculation, and not evidence.”

“Councilor?” said the judge, “How do you respond?”

“Judge,” said my attorney, “I wish to enter into evidence my client’s penis!”

“OBJECTION!” shouted the prosecutor, “… this is going absolutely nowhere!”

“Councilor?” said the judge, “… help me with this!”

“Well, your honor,” said my attorney, “the plaintiff has testified that my client’s penis was only six inches long and circumcised … which is not the case. I request the jury be allowed to view my client’s penis for validation of his testimony!”

“Very well,” said the judge, “we will commence with the demonstration in my chambers!”

The prosecutor, my attorney, and the judge went into his chambers. The judge directed me to drop my pants and prepare my penis for viewing by the judge … that meant I’d have to sprout an erection. Amazingly, my dick shot straight up … more than likely due to the excitement of being found not guilty.

One by one, the jury members came into the chambers for “the viewing.” Several of the women gasped at the sight of my dick. Half of the men nodded their heads in apparent agreement of my manhood. Finally, the ordeal was over and everyone returned to the courtroom.

“I rest my case, judge,” said my attorney.

After brief closing arguments, the judge gave the jury instructions and adjourned the court. Five minutes later, the jury announced they had a verdict. “Trust me Adam,” said my attorney, “this is a good sign.” The jury returned and handed the judge the verdict.

“How do you find the defendant, guilty or not guilty?” asked the judge of the jury foreman.

“Not guilty!” said the foreman.

“Case dismissed!” said the judge, as he slammed down the gavel.

My attorney congratulated me, and everyone left the courtroom. Standing with my attorney in the hallway, he asked, “So Adam, you apparently had a penis enlargement operation and foreskin restoration … right?”

“How’d you know,” I asked.

“Well … while everyone else was concentrating on the size of your dick, I noticed the incision above the base of your penis … you’re luck the pubic hair had grown sufficiently to hide the scar.” With that, my attorney walked away leaving me to reflect upon my obvious scam.

When the elevator door opened, and there stood the prosecutor. During the ride down to the lobby, no words were spoken. When the door opened, he looked at me, smiled, and said, “… Man, would I like to have that piece of meat up my ass …”

“Your place or mine, councilor?” I responded, also smiling.