Gay Erotic Stories

I hate going places with Tony and Kirk. Not that they're one of those touchy-feely couples, but still I always feel like the hard top of a convertible: best left at home, in the garage. Anyway, I'm Jimmy. I had Tony, once, and he was the tightest, hottest thing I've ever fucked. But now that he's with Kirk, I try not to think about him like that. Sometimes, I succeed. So here we are at the concert. Being in the car with those two has made me horny as hell. Not that they did anything sexual during the ride here. Tony even said his ass was sore, something about a gang-shagging at the hands of the cop who first introduced the three of us to man-to-man sex. Kirk said something about getting revenge, but they talked quietly and gave me no details. I scope the crowd. The weather is chilly, and only a few boys are brave enough to remove their shirts. The guys in front of us have sweatshirts on. Nobody catches my interest. My half-hard dick rubs the leg of my loose jeans. If I had known it would be so cold, I'd've worn underwear. Kirk and Tony dance beside me. Kirk has his muscular arms around Tony, who is in front of him. Tony's blue eyes look up at me and he smiles. I smile back and watch the crowd. It's mostly guys in black T-shirts. I see a few tattoos and lots of metal stuck through skin. The two guys in front of us jump in time to the beat. They're about 21, I think, one with short blond hair, the other black. I stand behind six feet of muscle. Tony stares at the back of a slightly shorter but no less athletic man. I check out the ass of the one right in front of me. The butt swells and curves beneath khaki shorts. The guy's calves are hairy and as athletic as his ass. With each jump the young man's sweatshirt flies upward, exposing the darkly tanned skin and tapered waist beneath. The back of his neck is pink, slightly sunburned. A hand hits my arm. It's Kirk's. He leans to me and tells me not to stare. The two guys in front stop jumping. They also lean close and whisper, then laugh. As they separate, the tight ass seems to step back. He's only inches away. I can smell CK One. I even see the sweat nestled in his spiky crewcut hair. A wall of people swells and throbs around us. Their voices and heat surround us. I can't see the band over the tall, broad-shouldered frat boy in front of me. I close my eyes and listen. The amped-up bassline invades my body, vibrating all the way down to my breastbone. The noise jangles my nerves, and I dance with no conscious decision. The crowd sways and closes in. I can feel Tony and Kirk right beside me. Their clothes brush the hairs on my arms. My hormones make my every nerve extra-sensitive. Each collision of cotton causes my crotch to kick. My dick points almost straight out in front of me now, tenting the loose material of my jeans. I let it bob there in time to my dancing. I ease a half-step away from my friends. I imagine they are still close together, Kirk's arms around Tony's slender body. I shuffle to my right. Eyes closed, I slide a little forward as well. My nervous prick brushes the college guy in front of me. I try to step quickly back, but the crowd has already filled that space. I open my eyes, to see if the guy notices me right behind him. No sign he does. But, does he have to start jumping again? He bobs his head and body to the beat. And each action is agony to my itchy dick. The older boy brushes my crotch with each leap. Now I'm fully hard, standing straight up in my loose-fitting pants. I feel moisture seeping into the denim where the leaking tip of my member rests. And still this guy dances. I watch his stocky body as he grooves. His blond crewcut shines with sweat. He turns his head to the left, to glance over at his friend, and I see his button-nose and bright, white teeth. This man and I are the same height, but if I had looks like his, I would be a model. The two guys exchange a glance. Both groove still but with no jumping. The blond has come to rest lightly touching my body, perhaps too lightly for him to notice. (Certainly he can feel the heat of my erection!) The guy in front of Tony moves backward. Tony and Kirk sway to the music. Both college kids dance, barely moving. I feel his round ass teasing me, the material of our pants chafing and snagging together. Surely he feels this! My face grows red and hotter than this mass of concert-goers. Yet he continues, lolling his head from side to side. I watch as Tony opens his eyes. He realizes the young man in front of him is close enough to touch. He catches my eye and winks. I look at him quizzically. He grins and moves forward, pulling Kirk with him. He and Kirk begin swaying in time to the other guy. When the college guy senses Tony's body so close, I expect him to turn around. He doesn't. He bites his lip and slides a hand beneath his sweatshirt. I see the outline of his hand as he traces the curve of his pecs. From my angle, I can make out the swelling obvious in his shorts. Are they both aroused? I wonder. Well, he certainly seems to be pushing against me pretty firmly now. My erect dick is nearly inside the groove of his ass. I look around; no one notices us. His shoulders and back gingerly collide with my chest, and a hard grind of his pelvis into mine makes me moan out loud. Did he hear? He had to have heard me moan. My face is right next to his cute little ear. I decide I will definitely step back now, even if I have to push someone out of my way. This whole thing is getting too weird, too embarrassing. There's as much blood in my face as there is in my engorged manhood. But as I strain to move backward, a force stops me: a hand tugging on my jeans. The young man in front of me has a fistful of denim, and he jerks my body back in place. God, he's strong, I think, as my pants--with a noticeable spot of wetness--slam against his hard ass. His solid muscle caresses my cock. I breathe in his ear, I'm pressed so close to his body. He can definitely tell how excited I am. He turns his head and speaks to me. I can hardly hear him over the concert noise, but I think he says, "My rear right pocket, stud. Got something for you." His voice is gruff and menacing--a big turn-on--but for all I know he has a scorpion in his pants. My dick, hard as titanium, tells me to shut up and trust the man. After all, he pulled me to him and ground his hips against my body. Trembling slightly, my hand slides into his pocket. I feel no wallet, just the stony hardness of the arch of his butt muscles. The pocket seems empty. I dig further, savoring the touch of his athletic firmness. He obviously wears no underwear, like me. Deep down I find the cellophane square. I pull it out, brushing my hand slowly on his ass. He squirms against my body, my dick, as I give his buttock this caress. I look at what I found--and quickly hide it in my palm, hoping no one saw me fingering the condom. I hesitate. Sure, I've had sex in public, but that was a dark road. And a muscular cop had practically forced me to fuck Tony. God, his ass had been tight, like a new tube sock. I still masturbate thinking of how smooth and hot my friend's poop-chute was. Since then I've had a couple of girls at school, but none compared to sticking it up a guy's pussy. But here? Hundreds of people surround us. It's so hot here, I'm sweating. God knows I'm horny. This guy's sinewy body rubs against me. His hard back grinds my nipples. My dick leaks and pulses, waiting for relief. I am taking too long. The guy talks back to me. "C'mon, dude, I can feel how much you want it." He squeezes my swollen package. "Your friend seems to like it." I look over. Tony has his cock out. Kirk slides a condom down its length. The guy in front of Tony has his shorts down to just below his ass. Just a sliver of tanned, toned flesh peeks from beneath the hem of his sweatshirt. Tony rubs his plastic-coated cock against the guy's butt. Kirk slips a hand under Tony's shirt, bracing his lover with an open hand on Tony's flat stomach. Fascinated, I watch as Tony slowly slips his dick into the older boy's asshole. Other people, men and women, jostle and dance just inches away, yet no one seems to see. My man eases his shorts down. The top of his shorts presses like a rolling pin on my extra-sensitive penis. I'm nervous; my hands quake. But I reach down to touch his flesh, to make sure this is real. His skin is cool. His hips are slender; I feel the bone underneath. I trace it backward and find the round swell of an ass used to the gym. My hands must be cold, for he shivers. I whisper an apology in his ear but don't take my hand away. He says nothing. I continue exploring. The crowd screams all around us. One song ends, another begins. A new enthusiasm grips the fans and they jump and shout. The heat is intense. I feel the person behind me, the one beside me, dancing, occasionally brushing my skin. And they're ignoring me and what I'm doing. I get even more turned on. With the condom cupped in my right hand, I unzip and free my pecker. It strikes the hot flesh of my college-aged lover and drips pre-cum onto the dimpled small of his back. I smear the fluid into his tan skin with the smooth skin of my dickhead. He gurgles his pleasure as my warmth pushes against him. My left hand tickles his crack. It's a beautifully tight little ass--quite surprising, since his shoulders are so broad and thick. Perhaps he's a wrestler, I think. I tickle his crack for a few seconds, but I am too aroused to be patient. My fingertips quickly find his hole. It is very small and clenched shut. I push at it. Dry, it won't open. The guy grasps my jeans in his fist and pulls me to him. My left arm is crushed between my hip and his tight butt. His sweatshirted torso slides along my chest in little circular motions. I figure he really wants it, so I prod and pry and wiggle my index finger into his asshole. I'm rough, and it must hurt, but he moans and grips my jeans tighter, like a lover clutching bed sheets. He slowly lowers my jeans so that the top of my asscrack is exposed to the chilly autumn air. Still no one notices. We must look like two guys simply grooving to the music. I slip a knuckle into the young man's bunghole. It puckers around me, sucking on my fingertip. The flesh inside burns like smoldering embers, a blaze ready to be re- lit. My dick drips in anticipation of such a tight, fiery fuckhole. I twist my finger inside him, in the direction opposite that of his slowly moving body. His breath comes in long, deep gasps. Another knuckles eases in and I slide it in and out. His hips pump up and down, counter-fucking my finger. This guy doesn't even know what I look like--yet he's horny as hell! So am I. I know he's not loose enough, but I'm thinking with my balls now. And they're saying, "Empty us into this guy's ass." I free my finger from the taut, sucking hole, and I caress his left cheek--round, smooth, and flexing for me, showing off--as I open the cellophane with my teeth. I half-look around, not caring all that much if anyone sees me. Beside me, Tony thrusts in a slow rhythm into the shorter college guy with the jet-black hair. Tony's small hands massage the guy's broad shoulders, and the dude keeps his eyes closed, facing heavenward, his lips hanging open. Behind them, Kirk has his hands all over Tony's slender frame. He has lifted Tony's shirt nearly to his neck. Tony's flat stomach arches as he flexes his legs with each thrust of his long cock. Kirk kisses his neck, whispers in his ear. The six feet of masculinity in front of me grinds itself against my painfully hard column. He turns his head and says, "You ready, dude?" "Yeah, yeah. You're really hot." "Hot for you, babe. Fuck me hard and deep." The act of sliding the rubber on almost sets me off. I pause, my slobbering dick atop the beautiful arch of the top of his ass. I reach around and slip my hand into his lowered shorts. His cock is hard as granite and hot like lava as it points downward, hidden beneath cloth. I grab the base and squeeze. My fingers barely fit fully around the thick thing. He groans his approval. I stroke his pole down and up and down, smearing the uncut meat with the stream of juice spewing from the hole. If possible, this boy is even hornier than me. I cup his balls--and they're huge too. Too bad I can't see what they look like. Clutching his steaming hot stick, I pull him to me. I grind his body, his tight ass, against my groin. I'm practically burning his bronzed skin with the heat of my enraged dick. He reaches around to grip my butt. We stay like this for seconds, minutes, our muscles pushing together in an attempt to share bodies. I free his dick from its downward stance. Out of his shorts, it pops up and curves a little from his body. It's so hefty it cannot stand straight, and it points outward at the concert-goers dancing and throbbing so tantalizingly close to its dripping tip. I trace the man's sword with my fingers, slowly masturbating his length, exploring every knotty vein and smooth fold of its veil. I pull the foreskin back--his engorged glory is out for all these music fans to see--and I rub the velvety smooth head with my thumb. He growls his approval, our heads right beside each other. His sweat falls onto my neck. I stroke his fat, uncut piece until he whispers, "Stop, dude, I don't wanna cum yet." My hands release him. I take a moment to feel the ridges in his stomach muscles. This boy must really be stacked, I think. I tug at his sweatshirt until he gives in. My college stud peels his shirt off. Below his blond crewcut, his neck slopes down into two thickly muscled shoulders. Each deltoid is like a big brown sandbag. His back is wide and well built, and it narrows into a perfect V. The skin is tanned and freckled from hours of exposure. I see the intensely white skin below his beltline, at the point where his globes and asscrack end. He seems not to notice the chill in the air. Neither do I. I'm hot as hell--and my cock is twitching and bucking, full of too much blood and raring to go. To go visit the inner labyrinth of solid manhood displayed in front of me. I glide my dick between the top of his shorts and the taut underside of his buttocks. I spit in my hand and soak it into the condom. At his entrance I stop. His hole gives a little, but this is going to be one deliciously tight squeeze. The young man waits, his ass moving slightly backward onto the tip of my pole. I imagine his thick cock jutting out in front of him, uncovered, bare for anyone to see. But no one seems to be looking. Except Kirk and Tony. Tony has a loping rhythm going as he fucks. Kirk fondles his balls and gives me a look that says, "I can't believe that stud took his shirt off. Now fuck the horny bastard!" My newfound friend bends over just a tiny bit. He gyrates his puckered hole against my cockhead. I rest in a valley small and narrow. The rubbing of his swaying body sends shockwaves along my nerves, all the way to my brain. I grow hungrier. He clenches his ass. I have to have this muscular guy whose powerful young body lays open and inviting before me, shining bronzed in the sunlight. I grab his narrow hips and surge my thinner body forward. My prick slowly pries open the stiff muscles of his anus. When I feel him accept my glans, I think, "This muscle stud is mine! And I don't care who sees me fuck his ass!" With an inch inside him, I pull back and ease forward again. He's real tight, like squeezing too hard while fisting your own dick. His body writhes before me, yet his canal has trouble letting me in. The red-hot lining teases the tip of my prick, taunting me. His asshole is as strong as all his other massive muscles. Now I grow impatient. With persistent pressure, straining my legs, I get halfway into him, and his sphincter clamps down. I dig my fingers into his flesh and, in a burst of strength, pull his hulking frame down onto me. I plunge forward, feeling his muscles rip and tear around my rigid fuckpole. The college dude grunts once softly, and doesn't complain. His eyes are closed; his hands brace himself on his meaty thighs, leaving him bent over only a few degrees. My dick is completely surrounded by the moist heat of his insides. They compress against me and stroke every contour of my cock. My balls swing low and scrape the top of his shorts as I begin to thrust. If possible, this guy is even tighter then my friend Tony. I glance over to see Tony with a quick pace as he slams his boy good. The guy is in exquisite pain/pleasure. He strokes his chest with one hand, his cock with his other. His head turns; he watches his brawny buddy's body as he jerks himself in time to Tony's fast fucking of his ass. I watch Tony's shaft as it unburies itself then just as quickly re-implants itself inside manflesh. Tony's face is a contorted mass of ecstasy and discomfort, and I quickly realize why. Kirk has bared his own dick and poked it into the rear end of my slender track-star friend. I guess Tony's ass wasn't so sore after all! His pants are nearly down to his knees. Anyone could clearly see he's in the middle of a man-sandwich. Kirk pounds his boyfriend fast and brutal. All three look close to cumming, and I've just begun. I take my time, swearing to enjoy this unexpected bonanza. As masses of bodies sweat and pulsate around me, I delicately pull out of my heavily muscled lover. I shove hard back in, embedding my manhood to the hilt. With little lubrication, I get stuck some each time. My legs strain to push through his clenching canal. It's gotta hurt him, I think, and he grunts louder with each stuttering thrust. I keep up my assault. His body fits me like a knight's iron codpiece. My lover dips his head and shoulders, as if in exhaustion, while I pump him in long, forceful strokes. Then his head comes back up, right in front of mine. His sweat beads on his neck and flows down the broad valley in his back. I pull him to me, fuck him as he stands straight up, and I lick the perspiration from his body. It's a bitter saltiness--and I suck it up like nectar. I slide my tongue into the groove behind his ear. I nibble on the lobe, and he lets out a deep sigh of contentment as my hips continue to clobber his asshole. He has loosened a bit. It's conscious effort on his part now that makes his body squeeze my pole, milk my dick. I can tell he's done this before. The people and noise surrounding me fade to background. I hear one thing now: the raspy respiration of my muscular fuck-buddy. And I can feel only one thing: the hot piping of his intestine as my cock pummels the tight hole. Every deep dig is ecstasy to us both; our bodies dance in tune to each other's beats. I catch motion in the corner of my eye. The guy Tony is screwing convulses in the midst of his orgasm. He practically makes a scene, his short, compact frame writhing impaled on Tony's long cock, the college guy's mouth wide open as if catching raindrops. He squirts his sticky load down the leg of his shorts. It's an enormous load, leaving almost the entire right leg of his pants a dark, wet color. Finally he finishes and slumps, exhausted, against Tony. As I fuck and watch, Tony's eyes roll into his head. He wraps his skinny arms around the college stud's torso and holds the guy in place as his own dick shoots deep inside him. Tony even bites the guy's neck as he explodes. The brawny stud reaches back and strokes the pale flesh of Tony's slender legs as Tony bucks and spews his mess. Tony's face is exquisitely beautiful as he reacts to his intense climax. Not worried about being noticed, I rest my head on my man's shoulder. I drool a little as I observe the tiny, forceful movements of Kirk's thighs as he rams his cock into Tony. I feel up the naked flesh of the muscular torso of my older lover. His chest is like two steel plates tucked under leathery skin. His nipples feel tiny on such large masses, and they stand up hard and erect in the cold. I pinch one several times and then, caught up in the intense fucking of his horribly tight hole, I slap his chest, beating his flesh like Tarzan, in time to the quickening pace I have inside his rectum. Kirk reaches the point of no return. Taller than Tony, Kirk leans over him and nearly covers him completely with his body and Kirk drives his thick dick fully into Tony's butt. Over the crowd and the guitars I hear Kirk's primal scream of triumph as his cannon lets loose inside Tony's hot bowels. Every one of Kirk's muscles, in his tank top, flex and groan like girders as his balls empty into his smaller friend. I turn back to my guy as Tony's dick and the filled condom pop out of his fuck-friend's asshole. I kiss the side of my lover's face, licking the stubble on the corner of his jaw. My hips grind of their own accord, sending the head of my cock into the moaning young man deeper each time. His bowels kiss my cock wetly and snugly. I cease slapping his rock hard chest and grab his thick fuckpiece in both my hands. I resolve to get this guy off while my 18-year-old dick is still reaming his hole. His foreskin is stretched all the way off the tip. Nothing could possibly fully contain this beast, I think. My hand doesn't fit completely around the base. I rub his glans in my palm, teasing the nerves with light feather-touches. I hear his throat choking in pleasure at the contact. Unbelievably, his ass is still almost too tight to take me. Each push is an effort for all my muscles--a delicious hardship. His muscular butt is a wild steed, and I ride him like a bronco- busting cowboy breaking it in. His satin-smooth shaft pulses around my piston as I pound harder and harder. Over the background noise I hear the sound of our flesh striking with every thrust into his innards. Our three buddies watch us. All smile. The college guy Tony reamed winks at me. Semen drips form his shorts onto his sneakers and the dirt below. A used condom lies there too, bloated and smelly like a beached seal. I pound my new lover's ass and milk his cock. His hands pinch his nipples, stroke his tautly sinewed gut, and his breath grows more rapid. I feel his tendons tense up, every muscle in his six-foot frame clenches. He leans his spiky hair onto my shoulder and grabs his own pecs with both hands. His chubby prick seizes up, his balls rise, and the dragon rears up and spits fire. Spurts of seed fly from the thick cockhead, rising up and over those before us and falling God-knows-where. I bury myself far inside him to aide him. His cock continues to spew. Cream soars into the atmosphere. White rivulets appear on the shirt of the man standing in front of him. He keeps on cumming, straight forward onto the ass of the guy. The man doesn't seem to notice as my lover coats his legs with semen. His dick expands in my hand with each spurt. Each load is a huge dollop of manjuice. Sticky warmth slides down my hand as I hold his hose. When he is finally finished, my hand is coated with cum. He takes short, shallow breaths. I'm the only one yet to cum. I don't know how I've lasted this long, what with virtually having an audience and with my dick deep inside the body of a hot college jock. Thinking about it sends my hormones racing even more, and my hips pump and hump the hell out of this guy's hot fuck-chute. The walls of his canal hold me and stroke my swollen cockhead with every long push up into him. People begin clapping to the beat of the music. The crowd's heat suddenly overwhelms me. I realize I'm perspiring. Sweat is lubricating my fuck. My rhythm quickens to match the beat. Clap-thrust-moan, clap-thrust-moan. My lover is whimpering under the assault. I wipe my cum-soaked hand on his bare chest. My legs are growing weak. The crowd's clapping rhythm continues, faster now, so I go faster. And faster. His body pushes against me, fucking me now, and his muscles pulse and clench every time I enter him. I slide in and out with ease now. I grab his hips and lower abdomen. I force the strong athlete down onto my impaling dick and I hold him there. I practically climb up his powerful back trying to get even deeper inside him. The clapping beat is deafening now. My cockhead pushes into the steaming hot lining of his body, and the tingle rams all through my body. I quake and quiver against his skin. My ball sac flies upward and I unleash. My feet come off the ground for a second; I'm held in place by the strength of his ass muscles. They suck me far inside him and squeeze shot after shot of thick whiskey out of my sore cock. His sphincter tightens as if to never let me go, and the juice comes pouring out of me. There must be gallons. I just keep cumming and cumming into the condom. Until finally I finish. I rest against the guy's strong body for a few seconds, caressing the sweaty skin of his beautiful, virile form. I kiss his neck once. Then, remembering the concert crowd around us, I pull out. The condom's expanded end barely fits out the taut anal opening, it is so full of fluid. My lover grunts audibly as I leave him. He reaches back and pats my thigh but never turns around. Kirk claps my shoulder. "Sweet?" he asks. I nod, dazed still. I stare at the bare torso in front of me, the tanned skin shining with a sheen of sweat, the huge muscles. The small, compact butt I so recently inhabited disappears as the man pulls his shorts up. I'm so dazed, Tony has to reach over and yank the rubber off my flaccid cock. Tony throws it to the ground. It makes a loud squelching sound. White fluid splashes out. Suddenly the music stops. People start cheering, a roar that rises into the night like an approaching train. The concert is over. But something is wrong. The people around us direct their applause not at the stage but at us! They circle us, patting our backs and whistling their approval of our show. Stunned (that we had been observed after all), I stand there with my mouth gaping open. My dick still hangs free. A man in the crowd approaches, strokes my penis once and says to me, "Thanks for the show, man. It was worth the price of admission." The applause continues long after the band had left the stage.