Gay Erotic Stories

All week I dreaded what Charlie had in mind. I considered telling Coach Staffly that I was gay, but he was "old school." I would definitely be kicked off the team. Saturday afternoon was the Homecoming Game, which we won. I caught two touchdown passes, including the winning one. But the game was rough. I went to the showers aching. My ass felt tight, like I had pulled something. And my ribs were bruised on the left side. The team was heading to Coach's house to celebrate. Charlie told them he had a family affair to attend, which was true. What excuse did I give? I babbled something about a stomach ache, which was true. My guts hurt thinking about what Charlie's plans were. Later, I told my parents I was going to Coach's party; they barely heard me over "Touched by an Angel." Charlie's street was packed full of cars. The tiny house was crammed with people, all men, all laughing and drinking beer. Charlie ushered me in. A hush descended over the baritone conversation as I entered. Charlie led me up the stairs to the master bedroom. All the men, it seemed, were staring at me. Charlie handed me a beer. "You ready, stud?" "For what?" I sipped the beer. Charlie snickered and put a hand on my shoulder. "This is my gay brother's bachelor party. Dude, do you know how hard it is to get a male stripper in this stupid town?" I stood to leave. "You didn't say anything about--" "Sit down and shut up, Kirk. You know you're going to do this. And you're going to make Craig happy, understand?" The quarterback's eyes took on a dark, ominous set. "’Cause if you don't, your season is over, Mr. Big Hero." I didn't argue; he looked about ready to push me out the window. I sat on the bed beside him, our thighs brushing together. I gulped the entire bottle of beer. It didn't help calm my nerves. He put his long arm around me. "In about two minutes the music is gonna start. You're gonna go down those stairs and shake your pretty bonbon for about twenty guys. The blond with the glasses is my brother Craig, so give him some personalized attention, okay?" He slapped my back. "Don't worry, dude, not all of them are queer. I know you're a good dancer, Kirk. You had some awesome moves in today's game so don't be nervous. Craig'll love you." A deep bass resonated from the living room. "You're on, dude," Charlie said mockingly. He pushed me to the top of the stairs. Downstairs, they clapped to the beat and waited. I hesitated, wishing I had worn boxers instead of a jockstrap under my jeans. Charlie poked my ass with his finger. "Get to work, dude." Halfway down the stairs, I stopped and looked around. A strobe light came on and I could see nothing beyond its urgent flashing. Some of the guys were making catcalls now. I heard two guys above the thumping bassline: One said, "He's hot, eh, Craig?" The other yelled, "Let's see some skin, man!" At the top of the stairs lurked Charlie. I couldn't believe anyone could hold this sort of power over me, the power to make me strip in front of twenty strangers. But Charlie held the key to a greater form of humiliation if I didn't. I began on the top stair. I tore off my sweatshirt, revealing my tanned body covered in a tight black tank top. Applause egged me on further. I flexed my biceps. I dropped the sweatshirt to the ground as I gyrated my hips. My thigh muscles ached from the rough game, and I felt awkward as hell, but I heard a few gasps of approval. I kicked off my shoes as I descended that last stair. I grasped the banister and crouched with my back to my audience, giving them a good view of my toned ass and thighs. I pressed my groin into the iron bars and pretended to fuck them. A few of the men yelled things like "Yeah, baby!" and "Work it, sweet thing!" I started to feel comfortable. Hell, they liked me! I turned to the side, facing up the stairs and rubbed my jeans against the cold metal handrail. I lifted my tank top for a second, exposing my hard six-pack; that got some applause. The strobe no longer hurt as much. I could almost make out a dozen or so pairs of eyes drinking in my every move. I think one man was touching his crotch as I gyrated my hips in tiny, circular motions. Could they see how brown my eyes were? I wondered. I leaned against the banister, facing them. The music pounded all around us. I snaked my body against the wall, squirming as if I were cumming. I bent my arms behind my head. I licked my bulging bicep, licked my moist armpit. Someone REALLY liked that. I unbuttoned my jeans, stepped further into the room. It was humid and hot, and smelled of man-musk. I licked sweat from my upper lip. These guys even liked THAT. Behind the blinking of the strobe light, I found Charlie's brother, Craig. He sat in an easy chair against the opposite wall. To his left/my right was a wall of guys in front of a bay window. The other guys were on my left, on the couch and standing right beside me under the stairs and sitting cross-legged on the ground. Craig rubbed his crotch as I slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. I made eye contact with Craig's glasses. I smiled at him, realizing I was enjoying all the attention. It was like the roar of the crowd after catching a touchdown. I slunk and gyrated toward the guest of honor. The men standing by the window touched me as I passed. Hands caressed my chest, squeezed the nipples straining to get out of my tank top. Men grabbed my ass (also like scoring a touchdown, I thought) and felt up my thighs. One bold man slid his cold fingers along my flat abdomen and reached into my open jeans. His hand traced the top of my jock as I moved past him, and his hand slid back to touch the bare skin of my ass. Craig leaned back as I arrived and he ogled me. He was kind of small, like my friend, Tony, but Craig had a more muscular, compact body, like a wrestler. I gave him a cocky look, knowing that the growing outline of my eight-inch dick gave me reason to be cocky. He licked his lips, sucked in his gut. I made a spur of the moment decision: Straddling Craig's legs, I got my sweating body close to his face. I gripped the neck of my black tank top and tore it down the middle. Craig's eyes widened even more as my bare torso slithered and danced inches from his face. His left hand moved to touch me, but he stopped with his hand hanging in midair. I threw the torn, sweaty tank top at the men on the sofa. They fought over it. I shook my hair, hurling droplets of teen sweat all over the room. Charlie must have turned up the heat. The music paused. For a second I caught snips of conversation: What a body! He's in high school? --that ass! Does he suck--? Then the throbbing tempo returned and overtook me. I spun my hips in time to the beat. The guys clapped their hands to my rhythm. Teasing them, I thrust my butt out and slid my jeans down slowly, like a lizard shedding its skin. They got really noisy when they saw I was wearing nothing but a jockstrap underneath. Craig's hand got up the courage to touch my thigh as my jeans fell further. I took his hand and placed it on my chest. He grasped my right pectoral and squeezed as if sizing up fruit at the market. His thumb circled my rigid nipple, wiping away the perspiration there. As he pinched my nipple, I leaned into him and let my jeans drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them far away. A man slapped my smooth ass lightly. I moaned, for effect, as Craig continued to hurt my nipple. It did feel good, though. A warm hand slid all over my bare left buttock. Some of the men were closing in. Fingertips brushed my left shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes and smiled, groaned, receiving all this attention. Craig's breath was on my abs, cooling the stream of sweat that rolled down into the waistband of my soaking jockstrap. The hand on my ass began exploring my crack. I didn't bother to stop it. Suddenly the music and strobe light cut off. It was silent except for the guys' heavy breathing. Moonlight shone in from outdoors, giving my tan skin a dark, bluish glow as I crouched over Craig's legs. Far in back of me, Charlie's raspy voice said, "I don't think we need that anymore." Glancing around, I saw at least eighteen men staring at me, some at my bare, smooth ass, framed so well as it was by my jockstrap. Some were lucky enough to be able to ogle my chest and that taut line that ran down the center of my body, through my six-pack and down into my sweat-soaked underwear and the hard eight inches pushing to get out. Craig's hand dropped. He concentrated on my prick and nothing else. To my left, someone said, "Jesus, Charlie, where'd you find this stud?" "On the side of the road." Most of the guys laughed, but I knew the truth in what Charlie had said. And I knew why I was there. I grasped Charlie's brother's face and said to him, "I'm here to satisfy you, Craig." I'm sure it didn't sound nearly as sexy as I had hoped, but it got a wolfish grin out of the "bachelor." Craig said, "Let me suck you." I spread my arms, signaling I was ready to go. He pulled my jock aside and simply devoured me. Before my cock had even sprung up, Charlie's brother had caught it in his lips. I thought it strange that sucking me would make him happy. His hot mouth fit like a glove. Craig didn't waste any time. He did something to me immediately; I think it's what's called "deepthroating." All I know is that his throat closed around the swollen head of my prick and wouldn't let go. With my hands still spread to my sides--pointing upward like some religious statue--I pumped Craig's mouth full of cum. He swallowed my entire load while the crowd whooped and cheered, some clapping me on the back. One guy slapped my open left hand in congratulations. Charlie's voice: "What next, brother?" "Some of my friends need some release." I looked around in fear. Nearly every one of the eighteen guys sported wood. Some had their members out, stroking them as their eyes took in my body. Charlie's voice was right in my ear. "I hope you didn't hurt your jaw in the game." I swung to face him. My softening dick struck the zipper of his shorts--and slapped something hot and hard beneath it. I tried to whisper. "That wasn't part of the deal." "Deal?" He chuckled softly. "The deal is you do what my brother wants and you get to stay on the team. Now, you've gotten these guys all hot and bothered, dude, so help ‘em out." He walked away from me, into the dark room. He made a circular motion with his hand as he disappeared into the crowd. Charlie said, "Line up, boys. The little slut wants to be of service." Craig slapped my ass. It didn't hurt; I shook with surprise. There was a stampede of feet as the men fought in the confined space. A fortyish man with glasses and a beard wound up in front of me. He seemed fit, and when he took off his shirt he confirmed it. His chest was hairy. "Suck my nipples first," the man said. "Daddy likes that." I had fallen in love with my friend Tony, so why was I giving in so easily? I wasn't sure, maybe I loved all the attention, or the way Craig tugged at the straps of my jock and snapped them against my stinging ass. I gave in. I sucked on the guy's nipples as if drawing life from them. He groaned like a cat in heat as the other men formed a circle around us, cheering him on. I was surrounded, but didn't care. This hairy dude's salty skin tasted like manna. Charlie called out from somewhere. "Forget his nipples, dude. Kirk, bend over and get those girly lips of yours on my uncle's cock." I did as my teammate said, bending down and removing the man's hairy dick from his pants. After just a moment's hesitation, I took the tip into my horny mouth. The guy muttered, "Shit", so I kept going, sucking on the pointed head of his cock like I wanted to pull it off the shaft. The guy ran his fingers through my short hair, pulling and tugging painfully. I felt something hot and slimy press against my anus. I guessed it was Craig's tongue. With my six-foot body bent over, my jockstrap still in place, my quarterback's brother gave me my first rim job. I was learning so many things I wanted to show Tony. I got so distracted in this fantasy that I scraped my teeth on the stranger's sensitive glans. He boxed my ears and scolded me. "You're not too old to spank, boy." I tried to concentrate but Craig was sending me into unknown territories of pleasure. His tongue soaked my entire crack, and he started to dart the very tip of his tongue into my body. My tiny hole slowly relaxed to let in this invader. The man I was sucking grew tired of my lack of focus. He held the back of my head and slid his five inches all the way into my mouth. He started off slow and easy. By the time my jaw had relaxed, he was fucking my face full-tilt. His balls slapped my chin, and a dozen guys around me were saying things like "Make him take it all, Hank" and "I think he likes it." My dick had never really gone soft. Eight inches of cock poked at my navel. Saliva dripped from my chin and onto the carpet. I grabbed my cock and stroked it. Craig bit me--BIT me!--on the ass. I stopped jerking myself. The man called Hank finally came. With my nose buried in his thick pubes, he pushed volley after volley of semen against the back of my throat. Surprised, and unable to swallow it all, I gagged, but he held me down and continued to cum. When he removed his shaft from my mouth, it was smeared with his own juice. He made me clean it off. As another stood in front of me, Craig slipped a finger in my ass. I was so wet and relaxed back there his index finger went in easily, all the way. He licked me some more as another finger fell in. The fingers circled and spread my taut hole open further. I moaned loudly; the guys cheered as I squirmed with pleasure at the contact. The new guy slapped my cheek with his semi-hard dick. Immediately I swallowed it. This guy tasted different from the last guy, saltier, less musky. I never looked up to see what he looked like. If I wanted to recognize him on the street tomorrow, I would have to take his throbbing meat in my mouth. Between the game and standing here bent over, legs spread, my muscles were extremely tired. I had a long, thin dick in my mouth and another man's fingers--four, now--in my rectum, so I barely noticed my legs shaking with fatigue. Charlie saw it and called out to his brother. Soon I was kneeling on a coffee table, couch cushions under my now-steady knees. Craig began finger-fucking me with force. He jammed his hand in and out. My asshole was stretched loose, but the man's strength brought a sharp pain. The jostling forced the narrow dick I was sucking to reach far down my throat. I grabbed the man's sweaty ass with one hand and held him to my face as I clamped down his shaft with my throat muscles. As Craig used both hands to pry open my virgin hole--and I writhed in pleasure as he pulled me open--the man down my throat came with a feral howl. Half his cum I swallowed; the other half he deposited on my lips and cheeks. The man bent down and kissed me roughly, sucking his seed off me with enough force to remove a tattoo. Craig had eight fingers in my ass. He blew into the hole, a cool breeze that sent me shivering. Someone in the audience said, "I think he's ready, Craig." Another said, "You can see the slut wants it." I DID want it. Even as yet another faceless man entered my mouth, I knew what I really wanted to do: have Charlie up my ass. I searched the crowd for my teammate as I slurped on a thick, short cock. My lips really had to stretch for this one. I didn't find Charlie anywhere. Craig removed his fingers from my butthole. His warm hands slid all over my smooth bubble butt. He slapped me lightly, then tugged at my jockstrap. Soon the wet jock had slid down and off my legs. Someone yelled to Craig that he should fuck me like the cockslut I was. And they were right. Sperm was like an elixir, and I was an addict now. I deepthroated the fat dick until it exploded into my guts. I ingested every delicious drop. Empty now and not liking it, my ass squirmed and begged. I waved the pale skin of my young butt in the air, tensing the muscles for the assault that couldn't come soon enough. It grew silent as the man withdrew from my mouth with a popping sound. He whispered thanks. I took the free moment to cry out, "Craig, you queer, are you gonna fuck me or not?" The men whooped and shrieked. Craig laughed tauntingly and struck my right buttock with a resounding crack. The men crowded closer. I grabbed one by his cock and pulled him to my mouth. As I teased the swollen head, he muttered, "Yeah, pretty boy, suck me off." Craig slammed his big cock into my ass. I was torn in half by fiery pain. The crowd didn't care; they cheered at my wincing eyes and strangled cry. Craig must have been eight inches, like me, but his knob end was like a fucking grapefruit. He yanked it out and rammed it back in. I let the cock in my mouth drop out. My guts burned. "Shit!" I couldn't help but cry out. "It hurts. Stop, please. Oh, God!" Craig slapped my trembling thigh. His fat boner sat deep inside me for a moment. He said, "You're here for only one reason, boy." He slowly, teasingly, slid his cock out until only the tip of the wide thing was inside me. "You're here to give me pleasure, you little whore." In a flash that thick pole was in me to the hilt, tearing flesh apart as it went. My screaming mouth got stuffed full of seven inches of rock hard masculinity. I choked and tried to push away. Suddenly, a dozen hands held me, my arms splayed to my sides, my head held in place. Someone even held my hips in place as my guts got stabbed. Craig started rough, pounding his chubby staff up my inexperienced ass. I thought of Tony, his slender body pressed against the trunk of a car with a foot of cock inside of him. If he could do it, I certainly could. I was a football player, not a skinny track-boy like Tony. I was tough. So what if my asshole was being torn apart, and a bunch of guys held me down and cheered as I got raped? I felt like a girl on prom night. My muscles glistened with sweat. My long thighs strained to keep me from collapsing, and the firm round muscles in my athlete's ass tightened around the impaling monster and kissed it. Agony and humiliation filled every nerve-- God, I wanted to jerk myself off! The guy I was blowing came all over my face and neck. My slimy skin dripped. I took the opportunity to say, "You guys can let go of me. I'm not going anywhere." They hooted and hollered, easing my arms down and patting my back. One said, "Ride him, Craig. Pound his ass hard." Charlie's brother responded by striking my ass hard and driving his hammer into me in one painful, twisting thrust. I took it like the man I had become, arching my back and burbling a low growl. Craig kept up the corkscrew motion, sliding his engorged cockhead slowly against the velvet walls of my canal. Another man stood before me. I tore his shirt open and licked the sweat off his tiny nipples. I chewed them, giving him some of the pleasure Craig's rough assfucking was giving me. I lowered my head and engulfed this man in one gulp. Craig grunted as he worked my ass over. I reached down to stroke myself. I desperately needed to ease the tension in my dick. Someone grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I groaned, but not from pain: Craig had found a sweet spot and stroked it with his fat dickhead. My balls tightened and I could feel the juices ready to flow, when Craig backed off. Someone said I needed cooling off. So four bottlefuls of beer splashed onto my bronze skin. All the straining sinews in my back and shoulders glowed a dark brownish sheen. Four more guys spent themselves down my esophagus as Craig continued to fuck me, harder and harder. This guy had some control! The whole table shook with the force of his thrusts. As his thighs struck mine, all my hard jock flesh vibrated and sent shock waves all over me. My dick quivered and screamed, but they would not let me cum. I complained the men lining up for my mouth were taking too long in between. Someone told Craig I needed an attitude adjustment. Craig ordered me to flip over. I twisted and spread my long lean legs as far as I could. What a sight I must have been! Swinging one leg up and across Craig's chest, his dong remaining imbedded in my ass as I turned my body. Every one of my muscles flexed as I drew into this new position, on my back, Craig pushing the bottoms of my feet so that my legs came up to my chest. He spread my legs open wide, straining my hamstrings, which were used to punishment. I looked like a cheap whore, and I acted like one, writhing and vibrating in rapture as Craig resumed his deep forceful fuck. Watching my teen muscles flexing had sent two bystanders over the edge. They stroked their sticky orgasms into the air. Both moist loads landed on my stomach. I rubbed the rich cream into my tight muscles, caressing my sweat-slick body with both hands. This animalistic display sent three more guys into heaven. Semen rained upon me, burning my face, neck, shoulders, even pooling in my navel. I licked it off my fingers. Eighteen guys stood over me. My body shone with cum and sweat. I looked up at Craig as he pummeled my willing asshole. He had shucked his pants only midway down his thighs, and the callous bastard hadn't even taken off his shirt. He gave me a wink that said, "Yeah, I'm a callous bastard. And you're just some no-account filthy pussy boy." I growled from deep in my throat and said to Craig, "Fuck your pussy boy." The coffee table rocked with the force of his big cock. He held my thighs and drew me down on him as he pushed. His prick pressed into the furthest reaches of my insides. My ecstasy boiled over and I babbled. "Fuck me. Harder, man, harder! You girl, make me feel that big cock!" Others agreed with me: Yeah, fuck the slut. Make the pretty boy scream. Look at his dick, the boy's gonna blow a huge load. Rape that boy's ass! One by one these bystanders painted me with cum. Slags of it slid off my face. It caked my hair. One bullet slammed down onto my nipple. My entire torso was slick with the sticky stuff. Even my pubic hair and pulsating dick were buried in the bath. It made me even hotter. The room stank with sweat and manjuice. The guys packed up their equipment. Some began to leave, thanking someone for an awesome time. And still Charlie's brother reamed my sore asshole. Cum had made his passage even slicker, and he used it to his advantage. His thrusts were short and hard now, as fast as a hummingbird's wings. I screamed for him to cream in my ass and make it hurt. Craig pushed my knees to my broad shoulders and stuck me brutally. My legs squelched in the patina of cum. Craig plunged his pole straight down into my upturned chute. I felt every quick pound of his blunt penis as he leaned all his weight on me. I arched my back as much as I could and with one more gigantic thrust of Craig's cock... ...Semen shot from my dick. No one touched me. Spurt after spurt flew over my head. I writhed and bucked as if trying to escape. Craig thrust and thrust and pounded my ass. My dick spewed and spewed. My own hot juice poured down, onto my left bicep, my right pec, into my eye, in my open mouth. I howled and shrieked and came for a full minute until I finally lay still, exhausted from my intense orgasm. Craig leered down at me and cackled. He leaned over me until his hot breath was in my face. He pushed my spread legs until my knees cracked against the table. I grunted in pain, my body felt ripped apart. Helpless, I watched his gray-green eyes roll back in their sockets. His compact body twitched and convulsed. That giant cockhead buried itself in my bowels. I clenched my ass around him as he finally, fantastically came. With each ejaculation, his body pressed against mine. My fatigued muscles groaned and strained to absorb him. He was oddly silent as he pumped his seed deep inside me. Yet I grunted with each bucking gasp of his prick as he fell into me. Each thick drop of juice burned into the flesh of my canal. He came for two minutes, his weight shoving down on me like a mudslide. Cum flowed hot like lava up my innards, some overflowed and slid tickling down my buttcrack. And then he was done. He stood and removed his still rock hard cock from my ass. The hungry slurping sound my ass made was surreal. I lay paralyzed, feeling empty, with my legs up near my face. Craig grasped his slimy stick and wiped it on my inner thighs and balls, leaving me dirty and sticky there as well. Craig tucked his slowly dying erection into his jeans and walked by me. I heard him thank his brother for a "fabulous" bachelor party. The door opened and shut. I eased my aching legs down so that I lay flat atop the coffee table. There was no pleasure in my straining hamstrings now, only a dull ache. I felt betrayed. A clock on the wall read 1:30. Craig had fucked me for three straight hours! And he'd not said a word as he left! I lay there trying not to cry. The place reeked of spilt beer and tons of stinking semen. I felt filthy, covered in the stuff. "All right, Kirk. You can go now, dude." My face grew red, redder than my stretched and violated anus felt. Where had Charlie been all this time? He stood beside me now, but far away, like I had leprosy. He handed me my jeans. I took them in a weak, shaking hand. "Party's over. Get the fuck out." Shame burned my face. How could I face Charlie on Monday--in the halls, at practice-- after he had seen me as a cum-covered slutboy? Slowly, painfully, I pulled my pants on, afraid to look at Charlie. The jeans were ruined now, with semen coating the crotch and waistband. I whispered that I needed a shower before going home to my parents. He laughed at me. "Your job here is done. Now get out. You make me sick." He threw my discarded clothes at me. I had no choice but to catch them and clutch them against my sticky skin. I slunk past him. I found my shoes and slid them on. Charlie opened the screen door for me and followed me out onto the porch. I moved slowly. The neighborhood was dark. At the top of the porch steps, he stopped me. "Wait, Kirk." He came up behind me and gingerly touched a dry spot on my shoulder. "You were actually awesome in there, dude. Everyone had a great time." He stroked my skin now. God, was it cold outside! The semen was like a shirt of ice, hardening against my skin. "There's just one thing left." Charlie slid my pants down. As I rested against the porch support, the 19-year-old jock slipped his long cock up my ass. I didn't even have the energy to bend over. I stood there and took it. His brother's deposit drew him right in, deep inside my body. I dropped my bundle of clothing in the bushes as I came out of my daze. I could see in my mind the quarterback's body as he screwed me: his narrow hips rocking up pressing against my butt; the taut sinews of his long, slim legs flexing as he drove into me; the small mounds of his strong biceps, the hard plates of his chest muscles. I even imagined the clenching of his square jaw as he grunted behind me, milking his dick and my ass for all the pleasure I wanted him to get out of my young body. I started groaning loudly, then shouting. I'm sure the neighbors could hear us. I kept crying, "That feels so good, Charlie. Shit! Do it harder, asshole!" He did. His bare hips slammed against mine. The slap of flesh echoed far down the street. He snarled like an animal as he plunged into me. My body jumped with each thrust. The quarterback's strength lifted me off the ground. I gripped the pole of the porch as he ground deeper and deeper into my bowels. In my mind I saw the boy's lean, hard quadriceps clench and clamp up as his climax neared. Charlie's calloused hands grabbed my narrow waist and held me down as his pace quickened, his strength doubled, his thrusts slamming against me in an angry, flesh-shaking rhythm. He grunted loudly as his cock erupted. His hands clenched my hips in a vice grip. I couldn't escape the searing hot deposit he left. His fat dick pulsed and spit inside me. There was no room in me. As he came, the stuff ran down his shaft and out my hole, messing my legs and further ruining my jeans. Charlie barely noticed. The walls of my ass clenching around his cock were all he felt. He coated my guts with his jock seed and pulled out of me in a quick, painful jerk. When he slid out of me, a warm breeze blew by. Suddenly, the cum coating my body burned like fire. I wore it with pride now, proud that the world knew I was gay and going to love every minute of it. I smiled, and laughed into the darkness. Charlie pulled up my jeans and fastened them for me. Still I laughed at the world, happy I had found my place in it. Charlie said quietly to me, "Don't worry. I won't show anyone the video of tonight." He kissed the back of my neck and left me standing on the porch, shivering. Comments? I'm jaycruznj@hotmail.com