Gay Erotic Stories

WARNING: The following is a work of fiction with a homosexual theme. It is NOT meant for viewing by individuals who are below the legal age limit (18 or 21 yrs old, depending on where you are). REFERENCES: Materials for this work was obtained from the following original stories: 1) Gone Fishing (R. Keith Peck) 2) Soldier's Boy (Andrew Renz) 3) Marine Training (Edwin V. Catli) 4) Nick (Acepecs) 5) Captain Marvel & Thor (Guy Fuchs) 6) Alien Abduction (Islander) Should the authors of the aforesaid stories deemed the inclusion of the various parts of their stories in this work to be inappropriate, do feel free to write to me at lewd_efreet@yahoo.com, and I shall retract them. Comments are also welcomed. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FALL OF A SUPERSTUD (1/4) By lewd_efreet It was a hot summer day and John Holliday had been at the photo shoot for almost 8 hours now. He was exhausted and was glad that it was about to end. As soon as the shoot was over, John went back to his new beach house where he lived alone. It was indeed a remote area with only one other house around. As the other house was inhabited by a thin, weakly and rather harmless (well, at least John presumed) old man (whom John called Mr. Werner), the supermodel never bothered to locked the doors to his house. Unknown of course to the superstud, Mr. Werner was once a professor of physics and biochemistry at a prestigious university. Professor Werner, as he was once called was in fact a brilliant scientist. Nonetheless, he was forced to resign some years ago as he had a history of sexually abusing and manipulating many of his young and virile male students with his synthetic chemicals and mechanical devices. Unknown also to John was that Mr. Werner had always had a strong desire to sexually humiliate and torture the supermodel. As Mr. Werner was many times smaller and innumerably weaker than John was, he had to resort to treachery to overcome the superstud. This was not a problem however as the scientist's intellect was diabolically sharp. Also, John was too self-confident and cocky to guard against his physically frail neighbor. Mr. Werner had been watching John for almost three months now and he was ready to act on his evil impulses. John Holliday, on the other hand, was unaware that he was being watched and he sensed no danger at all. After all, he was a strapping 6'3" of rugged muscles. Gym-trained and battle ready, John could easily handle himself in any situation. His bullish thick neck rested on immensely bulky shoulders. His biceps and forearms rippled with steel muscles and his thighs are the size of a man's waist. His gargantuan pectoral muscles bulged forward, leaving a deep crevice in the middle, but John's outstanding features were his swarthy and mountainous nipples. Mr. Werner found these fleshy and luscious protuberances on his superstud neighbor's chest extremely appetizing. The lustful old man had always wanted to suckle on John's delicious tits. Thus, Mr. Werner decided to act on these twin towers first. Moreover, Mr. Holliday's thick 12" penis was exceedingly appealing too. Over the course of the last three months, Mr. Werner had been making essential preparations for his eventual attack. One of these was to sensitize John's tits to touch. To accomplish this, the subject's nipples would have to be massaged regularly. Each session would take around 15 minutes. As such, Mr. Werner would sneakily creep into John's unlock house three times a week to accomplish this mission. Because John was a heavy sleeper and often slept naked, Mr. Werner's plan ran smoothly. On one night, Mr. Werner found John lying on his stomach on his huge king-sized bed. Mr. Werner reclined close to the recumbent Herculean figure and looped his hands around John's armpits. The lanky hands played with the forest of hair in the pits for a few seconds and then proceeded towards their designed targets. The hands explored the expansive pecs until each came to something hard like a stone, pointed and stiff. The pleasant rubbery feeling that those lustful fingers felt sent an evil grin over Mr. Werner's face. Mr. Werner played with it, like a dog tossing a toy. After kneading the two plump tits for 15 minutes, Mr. Werner ran his hands along the stud's muscular back and followed the contours of John's body all the way to his muscular butt, which spoke of manly strength. Mr. Werner cupped his hands on the two huge mounds. As the old neighbor was about to leave, he saw John's thick and long cock jutting out between his muscular thighs. Mr. Werner grabbed hold of the shaft of John's limp cock and kissed the cockhead. 'You'll be mine soon', sniggered the lewd old man before leaving the room. On another occasion, John was sleeping on his back on his luxurious leather sofa. The superstud was sleeping with a pair of faded denim shorts and had his intimidatingly powerful arms above his head. Before beginning the tit massaging session, Mr. Werner knelt beside the sleeping superstud and took a generous whiff of the smell that was exuding from John's armpits; he was treated rewarded with a strong manly odor. The old lecher then placed his hand on the sleeping stud's chest. He gripped the firm pecs softly in his hand. Lightly, he twitched John's inviting right tit. Mr. Werner then bent over, removed his hand and replaced it with his lips. Lowering his head, Mr. Werner kissed the juicy right nipple. Pulling away, Mr. Werner looked at the ring of saliva his lips had left. He looked at his muscled stud; still asleep. Once again, he bent and took the tit between his lips and nursed on it, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Mr. Werner's wet tongue darted back and forth across the end of the sleeping stud's nipple. It glistened beneath the saliva. Mr. Werner then put his other hand on the far nipple and rubbed it gently. While squeezing and releasing the juicy left nub and nursing the wet right one, Mr. Werner began to get thirsty. Not wanting to stop the session half way through, Mr. Werner decided to quench his thirst with John's cock juice. The old fornicator reached his right hand up to the button of John's faded denim shorts. Unable to undo the snap with one hand he stopped massaging the stud's sizable left tit. With both hands in motion, Mr. Werner quickly opened the jeans and partially unzipped the fly with the greatest delicacy. John still had not moved. The old men then moved his right hand along the taut stomach until he reached the top of the shorts. He ran his left hand up the tender flesh of the stud's thigh. His right hand crept into the opening at the top. Following the trail of hair into the shorts, his fingers met no resistance. John was not wearing briefs. The hair thickened as he progressed further until he felt the tangle of pubic hair. Mr. Werner's scraggy left hand moved upwards, guided by the heat radiating from within. His left hand brushed against the fleshiness of his John's hard, circumcised cock. Gently, Mr. Werner pushed the meat upward until he could feel it touch his other hand. Hooking his fingers around it he eased it forward until it stuck straight up, the head visible through the gap in the fly. Mr. Werner grew very nervous. He was worried that the stud might be awaken and thrashed the hell out of his weak old constitution. However, the old man saw that John was still sound asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that he will be milked very soon. So Mr. Werner leaned back onto his heels. Precum flowed from John's rigid shaft. Mr. Werner's hands went to the legs of the Marine's shorts. Wriggling them back and forth they slipped over the soldier's muscular ass. Mr. Werner watched as two, three inches of the hard cock appeared. Once over his butt, the denim shorts pulled easily down the muscular legs and over his feet. Mr. Werner draped them over the back of the sofa. His hunky neighbor lay naked before him. Mr. Werner moved back to the stud's side. Bowing his face over John's crotch, he stared inquisitively and hungrily at the thick cock just inches from his mouth. He moved his head down the dark brown, low hanging and bulky sac. Placing his hand underneath it he hefted it in his palm. He explored the smoothness of it, the small, purple veins. He released the nuts from his hand and brought his hand to his nose. The smell of musk and sweat was intoxicating. Goosebumps appeared on Mr. Werner's scrawny arms and legs. Again he leaned forward. He put his face very close to his sleeping neighbor's cock, close enough that he could smell the manliness and feel the heat against his cheek. He followed the cock from where the base, at the top of his nuts, to the tip, at the glans. Easing forward he put his tongue on the exposed head. The taste was bitter. He bobbed his mouth on and off of it. He looked to make sure his John was still out, before lifting the cock away from the stud's body. Mr. Werner parted his lips and tentatively hovered over the cockhead. He counted to three, shut his eyes and lowered his mouth, taking the swollen shaft inside. He wrapped his lips around the flesh and worked back toward the head, enjoying the taste of a man's dick as it receded from the confines of his hot and anticipating mouth. Reaching the head, he slid down the shaft once more, engulfing the entire head. He took an inch more than the previous time before sliding off. He eyed the flared head momentarily then sucked it into his eager mouth. His tongue found the slit and tasted the precum that oozed forth. He pulled off. Milking the shaft another glint of lubricant appeared on the head. Mr. Werner licked at it with his tongue. Mr. Werner was so thirsty now that he reckoned he would not stop even if John awoken. Holding the cock at the base, Mr. Werner again took it into his mouth and began a steady suction on it, working it from midshaft to the head and back again. He assaulted the sleeping stud's cock furiously with his mouth. He swallowed the precum as it fell onto his tongue. In his mouth the John's cock swelled. Mr. Werner stuck one his fingers into his mouth, coating it with saliva. He reached behind himself and located John's virgin asshole. He rubbed the mixture of spit and precum over the opening. He sucked harder on the stud's cock. With his eyes closed he felt something different. He opened his eyes to see that the John was ever so gently lifting his hips. Mr. Werner slowed down and watched the cock still continue to poke into his mouth. John was getting off on it, consciously or not. The new revelation fueled Mr. Werner's hunger even more. He brought the finger that was working his ass back up to his mouth. Without releasing the cock from between his lips he dripped saliva onto the fingertip. Moving his hand between the stud's tight ass, he swept it up the crevice between the cheeks and located the hairy opening of John's anus. He pressed against it with his wet finger, massaging it. John's legs parted slightly. Mr. Werner froze. Releasing his grip on John's hot cock in his mouth, Mr. Werner turned his head to look at John. John Holliday had turned his head but his face was still relaxed. He was still asleep. Mr. Werner paused to recompose himself before continuing to suck off the stud. He brought the finger back to his mouth, wetted it, and returned to stimulating John's virgin opening. His finger probed in slightly, beyond the tight ring of muscle. Eventually, Mr. Werner's scraggy finger penetrated the stud's ass and began massaging John's prostate. Again the hips rose, grinding upward. Mr. Werner began to jerk the base of the cock upward as he lowered his lips on the thick shaft. With every suck the cock grew larger in the depth of his throat. Mr. Werner pulled his left hand from the stud's butt and worked John's massive nuts with his two hands. He felt John's dick begin to pulsate in his mouth and knew that the cum in John's nuts had began to boil. He pressed his lips tightly around the sleeping guy's cock. As he lowered his mouth he felt the veins surge. The cum shot forth against the back of his throat. Mr. Werner greedily swallowed John's cock juice to quench his thirst. After he had completely drained the stud's sperm sacs, Mr. Werner suckled the spent stud's right nipple again before leaving. The old man could not believe what he had just did that night. He had suckled the tits, drained the cock and finger-raped one of the most chiseled, muscled and macho male supermodel in the world. Mr. Werner was pleased. John however was unaware that he had quenched the thirst and lost his virginity to the finger of his weakly neighbor. He woke up naked the next morning with a sore dick. 'Another wet dream', he thought to himself. On yet another occasion, Mr. Werner found John snoring on his huge armchair. The hunk's arms were laying on the armrest and his sleepy head was resting over the top of the seat. At this position, John's enormous pecs bulged stupendously over his well-sculpted abs. As it was a very warm night, John's big smooth pecs were supple and sweaty; his nipples stretched to the size of silver dollars because of the heat and the weight of his thick pectoral muscles. Mr. Werner was extremely pleased with the sight. The lewd old man reckoned that if he wanted to completely crush this manly superstud, he would have to do it on this majestic leather armchair. Mr. Werner knelt in front of John's chest and his attention was drawn back to his immense pecs with the deep cleavage between. Both the sleeping superstud's silver dollar sized nipples, stretched to their full size with the weight of muscle above, were pointing directly at Mr. Werner. They looked at this moment incredibly suckable, particularly with the occasion stream of sweat cascading over them. Without much thought, Mr. Werner moved his lips to the stud's huge right tit and began circling the nipple with his lustful tongue, giving it a thorough bath. After that, the old man's lips finally locked onto the sleeping stud's erect right tit and he nipped, teased and sucked it for all the tit was worth. The old man found the salty taste of sweat on the nipples to be incredibly delicious. Mr. Werner was also busy with his left hand. He held the sleeping stud's left tit between his thumb and index finger rolling the thick nub between his long thin fingers. He proceeded to pull them up and away from John's left pec. When it was pulled several inches from John's already bulging chest, the lustful old man started to shake the nipple up and down. This produced the most amazing tremors in John's surrounding tit flesh. The old lecher left hand also proceeded down the mound of John's left pec, diving straight into the stud's left forested armpit. Mr. Werner dragged out a bush of hair from it and fanned them out against the sweaty mound of John's left pec. He then went back to tug and knead at the stud's heat-stretched left nipple. For fifteen minutes, Mr. Werner nursed John's right tit and massaged his left one. Occasionally, the stud's sonorous snores would change into moans. Mr. Werner smiled when he heard the moans, as he knew that his tit-massaging session had worked. Subsequent sessions of tit sucking and massaging elicited more moans from the sleeping superstud. The superstud's nipples were getting more and more sensitive! Nonetheless, John was too cocky and confident about his invulnerability and was such a heavy sleeper that he always woke up the next morning without knowing what had happened the night before. Go to Part 2 -----> e-mail: lewd_efreet@yahoo.com