Gay Erotic Stories

The following is a work of fiction. The metaphoric tale contains violent and explicit content. It is in no way meant to condone violence. It is simply a circumstance in which a man discovers his sexual birth through the end of his emotional and physical captivity. I hope you enjoy it. How does a relatively normal, gentle, unassuming kind of guy get mixed up in a life of crime? It can happen. I know because I lived that life, though now it seems like it was ages ago. As life is stranger than fiction, it took one fateful night to both emancipate me from crime and awaken my repressed sexuality. It was in every way the night I became a man under the most unconventional circumstances imaginable. Please bear with my detailed history as it explains things far too important to leave out. My name is Joel. I am an orphan. I grew up with foster parents. Unfortunately, Fate dealt me a lousy hand and the circumstances of my childhood were nothing less than wretched. I shared a five bedroom house with Mr. and Mrs. McKinney and nine other boys. All of them had come to live at the McKinney's for various reasons. These children had no parents, had parents in jail, or had simply been abandoned; not a very uplifting or happy bunch needless to say. In order to be consistent, Fate had me as roommate to the Johnston Brothers, Ian and Wally, the two meanest sons of bitches you could ever hope to not meet. Ian was fifteen and Wally was thirteen when they arrived at the house, and I was merely nine years old. Their story was a bit different than the rest. They apparently had decent parents but were such... such bad seeds (for lack of a better term) that as a last straw, they set their home on fire in which their younger brother and parents nearly died. That's when they were sent away. Somehow the juvenile system had, for whatever reasons of insanity, shuffled them until they ended up at the McKinney's. It was immediately apparent that the two of them were just not right, The following years of my life were pure hell, and it only became worse. Ian always threatened to kill me. Often in the middle of the night I would awaken to the feel of a cold metal blade at my throat. He would hold the knife in place for hours torturing my mind with the different ways he could kill me... stomach-turning fantasies too sordid to repeat. It was Ian's idea of fun to torture me this way and Wally was his partner in crime. The McKinney's were too stressed and absorbed in handling the younger children. The other older kids, with their own emotional problems, ignored my pleas for help. I was alone in my very unique prison. When Ian turned eighteen, he and Wally repeated their previous incomprehensible crime and set fire to the McKinney's house. Before fleeing, the brothers grabbed me and forced me to follow their escape. "If we're caught, we'll tell them how you helped set the fire," Wally threatened me with a positively evil glare in his eyes. I would later regret not perishing in that fire that night, which, to my horror, claimed the life of Mrs. McKinney. The next six years of my life I lived as a refugee aiding (under threats of certain, gruesome death) the brothers in their spree of robbery, assault, and eventually murder again. I never actually hurt anyone but served as a sort of lookout during robberies and such illicit activities. I would alert them in the case that someone approached and it often resulted in terrible beatings and several stabbing deaths of victims at the hands of Ian and Wally, crimes that remained unsolved. I was so depressed by my eighteenth birthday that I came so close to committing suicide. It really was a wonder that I was still alive. The three of us moved constantly from place to place, always dirty, seedy criminal-infested environments. Nights in strange places as I pretended to sleep with the sound of Ian and Wally fucking the shit out of whores in the same room. Needless to say I was a virgin and not even the least interested in sex anyway, probably sexually stunted from such harrowing living conditions. But let me get to my main point... Let me tell you about the night that culminated in the most unbelievable juxtaposition of violence, freedom, terror, and sexual fulfillment imaginable. It is a most incredible tale, but I am living proof of it. A stroke of bad luck for the brothers became my saving grace. It was a warm Thursday night. The air smelled moist but the sky was clear. Wally had been scoping a house since about ten o'clock and it the lights had been off for at least three hours. We made our move. Ian managed to force the back door open and in we went, three figures in dark clothing. I was already getting sick to my stomach... praying that no one would be there or that they would sleep through this violation of their home. I found the bedroom and there was definitely a figure asleep in the bed. Damn! At the doorway I remained crouched for any sign of movement while the brothers looked for valuables in the other rooms. I prayed again that they would find good loot. Ian had a habit of waking the occupants demanding money or jewels if the rest of the home turned up fruitless. This often ended in terrible, violent encounters. Suddenly a head stirred on the bed. I began to tremble. Would another helpless victim have to die? The figure's head poked up and looked right at me. Out of some strange reflex, I put my index finger to my mouth as if to say "Shhh! Don't make a sound and they'll leave without anyone getting hurt. He seemed to receive my telepathy because he froze in place and we both maintained this for the next minute which seemed like an eternity, eyes locked, both full of fear. Suddenly the light switch was flipped. Ian and Wally stormed past me into the room with hunting knife and metal pipe in hand respectively. "Where's the money... the jewels... C'mon you Fucker!" Ian wailed, swinging the large knife. The next few moments almost seemed to happen in slow motion. In a fit of adrenaline, the figure in the bed leaped onto the floor, the fear melting from his eyes. It became clear that he was a huge, unclothed man with bodybuilder-type musculature and stood about 6'5" tall. "You picked the wrong house!" he grumbled at which point Ian exclaimed "Fuck, he's big!" and went knife first for his throat. A large, tanned tree trunk of a leg shot up. The sole of his bare foot caught Ian square in the chest sending him flying back against the wall knocking the wind out of him. Wally charged him, pipe in hand. The hard metal made contact with the man's right shoulder as he ducked to avoid a blow to the head. He howled in pain, while his left fist slammed into his attacker's groin. Wally inhaled a deep breath, barely making a sound but his eye's almost popped right out of his head, shocked by the pain of his crushed gonads. At this point I began thinking of ways to retreat but my legs felt as if they were glued to the floor. Not losing any opportunities in his defense, the "victim" seized Wally's nuts with one hand and his neck with the other and lifted the 180 lbs. man right over his head. For one moment I was completely in awe of this Herculean form with a grown man pressed over his head. Time froze still for the moment and I could hear my heart beating like a drum. The younger Johnston's body came down back first with a chilling crack over the large man's left knee. This was followed by a crushing fist-blow to his throat and I knew it was over for him. By now Ian had caught his breath and was again charging with knife in hand. The bodybuilder countered with a swift martial arts move that flipped his attacker over his back. He then quickly grappled the smaller man into a headlock of some sort. After some struggling, they ended up on the floor facing me. The man who had tortured me for the past nine years was immobile before me straining with all his might. The muscular man began so slowly stand up with his joint lock still in place and it began to hit me how large he was with the fiercely struggling Ian hanging like a rag doll. As he reached full height, the "victim-no-longer" jerked his arms and torso in a quick, cranking motion producing a loud snapping sound. I watched this naked figure with the lifeless body still locked in place and a strange feeling came over me. As horrifying as the situation was, I wasn't saddened by what had happened. I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The man before me dropped the body to the floor and aimed his sights on me with the fierce fight still in his eyes. As he leapt for me, his gaze suddenly softened. He began to notice me trembling. "Please don't hurt me!" I tried to say, but no words would come out. It was as if we connected again and he understood. He knelt down and put his large hands on my shoulders as if to calm me. "It's okay... I know you didn't want to hurt me....my name is Marc," he stated in a warm, gentle voice that betrayed the earlier harsh grumble. It was as if he once again became that man who first poked his head out of bed; the one as scared as I was over the possible outcome of the night. "J-J Joel," I quietly stammered getting calmer every moment. He then gently picked me up in his arms and lay me on the bed. I began to sit up as he stood before me, his nude body glistening with sweat, every bulging muscle pumped from the physical exertion. Strange as it seems, I began to forget everything that just happened and all I could see was this beautiful form before me. And the form before me seemed as entranced with me. I watched as his eyes moved to my crotch and I looked down, noticing the tent in my dark blue pants. I looked back at him and he began lifting my black shirt over my head and I obliged, lifting my arms to assist. It was as if the room was fading away and I felt his breath as he unbuttoned my pants, unlaced my shoes and proceeded to gently strip me nude. By now, I could see his cock hardening into what seemed to be at least a good eleven inches a perfect compliment to his gigantic body. He then began to gently kiss me on the mouth, one hand caressing my chest and the other firm on my cock. I began to run my fingers over his unbelievably hard, rippling arm muscles and continued to explore his whole torso. By the time my hand reached his penis, it was sort of jumping, very sensitive to my touch. "Somehow, I just feel like I understand you... like we just connect," he offered in a soothing tone. I nodded in response. Suddenly, animal instinct took over and my tongue began exploring his every muscular crevice. I tasted his deeply cut abs and traveled to his large erect nipples and found my way to his man-scented armpits. This manly flavor was pure ecstasy. All the while he playfully flexed for me and ran his fingers through my hair. Then he gently grabbed my head with one hand and guided me down to his brick-hard cock and I began devouring the head. I only managed to get it part way in but was in pure bliss. Marc began moaning quietly in a deep voice, "Ohhh......uungh......ah-aa-uuh." I started voraciously pleasuring him with my mouth. His muscles began quivering and tensing and I suddenly began to feel my sexual power. I took his huge balls in my mouth and kneaded them with my tongue, my two hands jerked his beautiful, shiny spit-covered tool. His powerful hands massaged my back and shoulders. The same hand that had snuffed the life from my torturing captors felt completely healing now. I swallowed his cock again and he moaned louder and louder. "Uuuungh!" he cried and a load of sweet jism shot against the back of my throat choking me. Relentlessly, I swallowed as he spasmed and sent another load... and then another. Cum was flowing out of my mouth, my gulps unable to contain the man-juice. He then began to stand up and gently lifted my hungry mouth off his still rock-hard cock. "I know what you need," he devilishly said, grinning. Two strong hands clamped both sides of my waist and up I went. I was totally suspended by this he-man and unable to contain myself any longer, I shot hot cum all over his face, wailing in ecstasy. I then felt him lowering me slowly and I felt the head of his cum-covered cock at my hole. "Now for the real orgasm," he said forcefully. I screamed at the sudden searing pain in my rectum. Marc gently lifted my up in down his monstrous pole. My screams turned into moans as he impaled my small form with his mighty tool. The pleasure was much more intense that anything I has previously encountered. I felt my jism-lubed cock rubbing against his washboard abs. It was even harder now than before my orgasm. He fucked my rhythmically as I licked every last bit of my cum off his face and moaned in pleasure. My mouth found his again and I hungrily devoured him again, my tongue deep in his throat. We kissed passionately as he slid my impaled body up and down, his super-human abs jerking my dick with the friction and his massive pecs flexing and wriggling in pleasure. After what seemed like close to an hour of this amazing penetration, I felt the impending explosion swell in my cock. Just a I shot my load all over his bouncing pecs, I felt an explosion of warm fluid in my ass. "Aaaaaaahhhhh," we both screamed at our every spasm. Marc gently lifted me off and lay me on the bed. He then lay next to me on the bed. We were both silent in the afterglow. His massively-muscular, sweat and cum covered body looked so beautiful to me. He then closed his eyes as I gently lapped the cum of his flaccid cock and then his abs, chest and neck. By the time I finished the last drop we both fell into exhausted slumber. I awoke the next day disoriented in a public park. I quickly made my way out of the city and traveled on to begin a new life, not even taking a glance behind. I eventually settled in a small community and found an honest job. These days I'm basically living a typical life, far from crime. I later heard that two brothers, long suspected of a murderous trail of crime, had been killed during a botched robbery attempt. They had apparently and unfortunately attacked a professional bodyguard and extreme fighter who, in self defense, had inflicted fatal neck and back injuries. No charges were ever filed against the well respected martial artist. A third fugitive is still rumored to be at large.