Gay Erotic Stories

“Oh look!” Jennifer shouted with glee. She pulled Ryan by the hand and dragged him over to a bulletin board just outside the dorm party they had slipped out of. “Séance and the occult!”

Ryan rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Jennifer’s slender hips, sneaking his fingers down inside her thighs. “Let’s just go to OUR party now,” he whispered in her ear.

Jennifer could feel Ryan’s bulging excitement rubbing up against her jeans. Ryan was a junior who had a campus reputation for being well endowed and very experienced and she was equally anxious to experience him. But she knew she didn’t have to hurry. She knew he wouldn’t leave her without getting what he wanted. She liked teasing men like that. But she also loved Halloween and getting a good scare, and what she was reading on the board sounded like the most intriguing party of the night.

“Look,” she said as she pushed his hands away from her crotch. “It says it’s a gathering to summon spirits and chant ancient curses. Come if you dare!”

“Mmm hmmm,” Ryan replied. His hands ran over her bare midriff and up towards her supple breasts. He pressed his growing crotch into her ass and rubbed it against her from side to side. “I dare you to cum for me right now,” he purred.

She pushed his hands away again, but wasn’t complaining about the monster knocking at her back door. “Just this one thing first,” she told him. “I just want to see what it’s like.”

Jennifer turned around and gave him a peck on the lips. She rubbed her hand over his crotch with a devilish grin. “Just one more!”

So Ryan groaned and was led across campus to Warwick Hall and up two flights of stairs to a dark hallway that was lit with black lights. Arrows on the floor led them into the room at the end, where a small group of young men were seated in a circle studying a large book together.

“Oh,” Jennifer gasped as she paused and glanced around. The room was dark, lit only by a single, dim light sitting inside the circle. “Is the séance over?”

“The séance is over,” one of the boys said. “Everyone else has left. It’s just the regulars now.”

Ryan could see that the room was trashed, as though it had once been filled with people who had gotten out of hand. He grabbed Jennifer by the hips and said, “Yeah, let’s go. They’re not doing anything.” He wanted to hold her bare ass in his hands and slide his fleshy snake into her snatch and watch her squirm.

“We’re working on spells,” the same boy said. “Everyone came looking for a party, but they all got bored and left.”

“Can we sit in for awhile?” Jennifer asked. “I think this kinda stuff is fascinating!”

Ryan rolled his eyes again and let out an audible groan when the boy told Jennifer they were welcomed to sit and listen if they would just close the door and stay outside the circle. Jennifer gave Ryan an elbow in the gut and made him shut the door. Then both Ryan and Jennifer sat behind the boy with the book, just outside the circle, and Ryan began counting the minutes until Jennifer would get bored and they could go back to his room and fuck like bunnies in heat.

“My name is Seth,” the boy with the book said. He was seated like they all were in the circle, with legs crossed and elbows resting on his knees. He was slender and meek, with long, black hair and a pale complexion. By the way he spoke and by the way the others listened quietly, it was clear he was the leader of this meager but dedicated club.

“This is Terry,” Seth said in almost a whisper. “And that’s Stephen and Buddy. And this is Andrew. We’re all freshman.” After he zipped through a quick introduction, Seth told them that they needed to be silent because they were trying to figure out an unknown element to an old spell and needed everyone’s spirit in harmony.

After ten minutes of sitting quietly and listening to these boys go on about mumbo jumbo that didn’t make any sense at all to Ryan, he got supremely bored and uncomfortable. He also didn’t like the inflections of Seth’s voice. “This is so GAY,” Ryan finally whispered to Jennifer. But he whispered it loud enough for all of them to hear, especially Seth.

“Shh,” Jennifer told him. She was still trying to figure out what these boys were talking about.

“Please be quiet,” Seth told him.

“For what?” Ryan asked, a bit louder now. “It’s obvious to me that you’re all a bunch of homos. Those two over there are even holding hands under their robes.” He pointed. “I can see it! And YOU,” he told Seth. “You sound like such a flame, I’m surprised you’re not spontaneously combusting.”

“Ryan!” Jennifer scolded him. But she did it half-heartedly. A bit tipsy from all the drinking, and not wanting to upset the guy she wanted to fuck, she even sounded on the verge of laughing.

“I don’t deny that we’re all gay,” Seth said calmly. “But I…”

“Probably why everyone left, too,” Ryan interrupted. “All this is, is some sort of fag jerk-off club. You’re probably all busy stroking your little gay hard-ons under those robes, trying to find some hocus pocus spell shit that will give you some REAL cocks.”

“What?” Andrew asked.

“Everyone knows that gays have tiny little pricks,” Ryan laughed. He held up his hand with his index finger and thumb a mere inch apart. “That’s why you can’t do girls and have to have clubs like this.”

“Oh, Ryan,” Jennifer gasped. She slapped his chest and blushed. “Leave them alone. They’re not hurting anything.”

Seth chuckled to himself. “Who told you THAT?”

“Common sense,” Ryan told him proudly. “If guys like you had big dicks, then you wouldn’t be so insecure about fucking women.”

“Ryan!” Jennifer gasped again. Then she and Ryan got into a brief discussion on manners, though she didn’t sound as if she was disagreeing with Ryan’s reasoning, just his timing and politeness.

Seth, meanwhile, turned the pages in his book and began reciting the words of his own handwritten notes. The others joined hands and fell silent. When Seth reached the bottom of the page, he turned towards Ryan. When Ryan wasn’t looking, Seth placed his hand firmly over Ryan’s bulging crotch and muttered, “Little prick.”

Ryan immediately jumped up and kicked Seth’s hand away. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted angrily. He dragged Seth off the floor and shook his lean form by the collar of his black robe and was ready to start punching when Jennifer reached in and prevented it.

“You want a big dick, you faggot, then go grow your own!” Ryan growled right in Seth’s face. “You ever touch me like that again and I’ll kill you!”

“Ryan!” Jennifer begged. “Come on, let’s go, honey!” She began caressing his tense muscles and even teased his crotch with her fingertips. “He just couldn’t help himself. He’s just jealous. It’s not worth it.”

Ryan gave Seth a good, firm shake and released him. “You’re lucky I don’t hit girls,” Ryan sneered.

“This is my dorm room,” Seth replied with a strange air of serenity and confidence. “If you need to find me again, you’ll know where to look.”

“Yeah,” Ryan spat. “To fucking beat the shit out of you, maybe!”

Jennifer dragged a growling Ryan from the room, stumbling over all the scattered junk and apologizing to the other boys on the floor. “I’m SO sorry about this,” she said to them all as she and Ryan slipped out the door and back into the hallway.

All the way back to Ryan’s dorm, Jennifer offered words to soothe her hung, junior stud. She let him put his hands all over her and by the time they reached his door, Ryan’s focus had shifted completely from beating the shit out of faggots in robes to fucking this beautiful young freshman until his large cock ached.

They entered his room in a rush. Ryan’s roommates were off getting their own pieces of ass and it was his turn to have the room. He pressed Jennifer up against the wall and began exploring her throat with his tongue. His arms snaked up her shirt and he swirled his fingers around her nipples, bring them to a pleasant stiffness. She moaned and groaned and began thrusting her hips into him, eager for him to release his monster hose.

“Mmmm,” she groaned. “Fuck me, big boy!”

“You want it, don’t you?” he snarled passionately. He slipped off her top and began suckling her breasts. Then he undid her tight jeans and helped her wiggle out of them. With just her panties left to go, Ryan was practically drooling at her slender, luscious frame.

“I want you in deep,” she purred. She pulled off his shirt and marveled at his full, hairless pectorals and his flat, hairless abdomen. Her hand went all over his firm chest as he anxiously kicked off his shoes. But when she reached down and grabbed at his crotch, she started rubbing at it in confusion and looked up at him.

Ryan gasped and paused from his own, passionate lusting. He glanced down at himself, at his completely hairless chest, and then at her hand groping his crotch, seemingly searching for something that she couldn’t quite find.

“Don’t you want me now?” she sulked.

Ryan backed away from her touch and glanced over at the mirror hanging on the wall. “Uh…of course,” he said. “Of course. I’ve just gotta pee, that’s all.”

He leaned into her and grabbed her breasts in both hands as if to assure himself that he was still himself. He gave her a passionate kiss and told her to go wait on the bed for him. Then he slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“What the hell?” he gasped again to himself and he gazed at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Then he turned to the full-length mirror leaning against the far wall by the toilet and undid his pants in haste. He stripped off all his clothes like they were on fire and froze in front of his own image. His eyes widened at what he was seeing and feeling.

It was still his own body he was looking at in the mirror. He had the same athletic build, the same head of jet-black hair, the same face, the same height and perfect weight. But there wasn’t a single strand of hair to be found below his head. His chest hair was gone. His armpits were smooth and bare. His legs, his arms, his ass – his entire body was firm and silky smooth, as if he had never even seen puberty.

And then he stared at his crotch, nearly crying. Not only was his pubic hair gone, but the long, thick, meaty manhood that always dangled heavily between his legs had been reduced to a mere stub of a penis. It wasn’t even an inch in length and it was as thin as a pencil and stuck straight out like a growth on his skin. His once proud testicles that hung low, large and full were now two small, bald lumps no bigger than peanuts.

“Oh shit!” he kept gasping to himself in utter panic. “Oh shit!”

“Hurry up!” Jennifer called to him from the bed. “I’m on my hands and knees!” He heard her bark like a dog.

But Ryan couldn’t take his mind off what had happened to him, nor could he take his eyes off his once glorious tool. He rubbed and pulled at the little nub frantically, but it already seemed to be stiff. His mouth gaped as he realized that THAT was his erection.

“I…uh…I’m not feeling well!” Ryan finally shouted back as he continued to stare at himself in disbelief. “I think I’m sick!”

He could hear Jennifer moaning and complaining and saying something or other, but he wasn’t really listening. Ryan quickly put his briefs and jeans back on and stormed out of the bathroom with his right hand carefully guarding his crotch.

“You’ve gotta go!” he told the naked, young co-ed as she knelt there on his bed waving her ass at him. He didn’t even pause to enjoy the view he was in such a state of panic. There was no way he could let her see him like this. There was no way he could ever fuck a woman in his present condition. He just needed to be alone. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

“It must have been too much beer!” he barked. “Too much shit! Hell, I don’t know!” He groped for a good excuse, but it didn’t matter to him at that point.

“No!” Jennifer protested. “But…but…” She continued to protest as Ryan threw her clothes at her and hustled her out the door and locked it. He could still hear her complaining from the hall as she was getting dressed and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally stormed off.

Ryan got naked again in the bathroom and studied every inch of his hairless body. He bent over to see his smooth crack and tight, pink button in the mirror and lamented at how he couldn’t even tell he was a boy, much less a man, from that angle. He continued to pull and tug at his nub of a penis to no avail. He got a ruler and measured it out to just barely over half an inch erect, though you couldn’t tell when it wasn’t erect because it would still basically stick straight out, not quite long enough to hang downwards.

He rubbed at his tiny balls that remained tightly pressed under his nub, hoping they would hang down even just a little, but he didn’t have the sac for it. He peed just to make sure the pipes were still working and he had to lean over the bowl at an angle to shoot his tiny stream into the water. He tried to jerk off and cum, but couldn’t get anywhere past a little tingling sensation between his legs. All he had to work with, anyway, was his tiny, pink glans that he could barely pinch between the tips of his fingers.

Finally, Ryan wound up naked on his bed, squatting under his blankets in a corner, rubbing gently at his tiny crotch for hours and staring at the walls in shock. His reason for living, the thing that made him feel like a man, was suddenly gone, reduced to an infantile size. No more locker rooms, no more playing sports, no more bragging or wearing tight jeans or strutting, no more girls – no more fucking.

“I’ll never be able to fuck a girl again,” he mumbled to himself in despair. “Like some sort of…” And then the shock of it began to fade as he remembered Seth and the circle of boys in robes. “…faggot!”

Ryan jumped up from beneath his blankets and slipped on his shorts and jeans. He scrambled into his socks and shoes and pulled on a t-shirt and ran out into the night looking for Seth’s dorm and his circle of freshmen fags.

To be continued…

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