Gay Erotic Stories

I had never meant for it to happen. It was Friday night, and the whole basketball team was at one of the more popular fraternity houses, getting drunk. A couple of the guys were so wasted they had passed out. I never quite got to that point, but my memory of that night is pretty hazy. I drank enough that all of my inhibitions-- and common sense--went out the window. I'm from the west coast, but I play basketball for a small college in the Midwest. A VERY small college. Back home, I was out and open about it. Here, it's a LOT more conservative. I get the impression that it's one of those places that tar and feather gays, or worse. A bit about myself; I'm 19 years old, 6' 7" tall, with blond hair cut in a military-like fashion, and (at least I'm told) brilliant blue eyes. I weigh 230 pounds, all solid muscle, but for my frame I don't exactly look like a body- builder. My chest, arms, legs, and ass are all fairly hairy already, and my cock is 8" long and thick. Also, I'm a slut. I'm very straight acting, but my ex-lover back home introduced me to the joy of having your ass reamed by a nice, fat cock. So once I get on my back, I'm a complete whore. Don't get me wrong--I love to ride a tight ass, but there's just something about being rode hard by a man. Anyway, I was fighting these urges, especially in the locker room (where I can control my hard-on, I'm used to it). The small gay community here is pretty snobbish and. . .well, effeminate. (I don't want to offend anyone, but I like my men to act like men.) In any case, looking at my teammates in practice, the locker room, and the showers every day was driving me crazy. So when Tom and I wound up in one of the empty rooms together, drunk off our asses, My body was in no mood to practice restraint. Tom is VERY hot. . .6' 6", chocolate brown skin and eyes, a smooth, ripped body, and an uncut 8" slab of meat that I had seen flopping around in the locker room. We got to talking about girlfriends (with a lot of fiction on my part), and sex, and Tom mentioned how horny he was. . .and that's when I went down on him. I really don't remember much about the rest of the night, and I practically slept until Monday because of the hangover. I've never been that sick in my life! But I did remember most of what happened up until the blow job. And, from the way Tom was avoiding me at practice, I figured he did too. Oh shit, I thought. I hoped he wasn't too pissed off at me. Maybe he'll just chalk it up to the alcohol. At least, I hoped he would. Around here, there would be hell to pay if anyone found out. I guess Coach had found out about the party, because he worked us till we dropped. Just to avoid Tom, I helped the manager put up the equipment. I was never so glad to see the showers as I was then! By the time I got there, the showers were empty and most of the people had left the locker room. I just stood under the hot spray for a while, trying to get my muscles to stop screaming at me, then wrapped up and went back to my locker. I had just dried off and was pulling my clothes out of the locker, when I heard a noise behind me. I turned, and there was Tom and two of the other players. Stan, who is a 6' 2" brunette with a smooth body, and Ed--Ed is our center, a massive 6' 11" black guy who weighs almost 300 pounds--all muscle. None of them looked happy. I almost pissed myself right there. The first thing that came to my mind is, they're going to kill me! Then, I thought that maybe they were just going to beat the hell out of me. Tom advanced on me quickly and slammed me up against the wall. Ed was there, then, pinning me. He was just too fucking strong--I couldn't even move. "I told 'em all those interesting things you told me Friday night," Tom said. "Especially the part about how you think the team is so hot- looking." At that point, I knew I was dead. I couldn't remember what happened, but there was no telling what I had said. I braced myself as best I could, preparing for the blows to follow. They didn't come. Instead, Ed shoved me down so that I was on my knees in front of Tom. Until that moment, I hadn't even taken notice of what the guys were wearing; but they were all still in their underwear, or in Tom's case, jock strap. And that didn't stay on long--he let it drop to the floor and shoved his crotch into my face. "You like to suck cock so well, faggot," he said, "then suck mine. And you'd better make it good." If the other two needed more proof of what had happened that night, my cock gave it to them. Remember, I told you I'm a slut. The prospect of being gang-raped by these three got me so hard it hurt. Well fuck, I thought, If they're going to beat the hell out of me out of this, I better enjoy myself now! Tom's thick, uncut cock was hard in moments. I took it into my mouth and swallowed it--all eight inches, it's warm, full length sliding into my throat. I just let it stay there for a moment, then slowly began to bob my head back and forth-- each time nearly pulling off his joint, then shoving it all the way back in. Tom moaned, and grabbed the back of my head. He began to shove my head down on that cock. I started to reach down and jack myself, but Tom knocked my arm away. "No you don't," he breathed. "You're going to sit there and suffer until we get through with you, boy." With that, he began to thrust himself into my eager mouth. I could do nothing but grab his hips and hold on. After a few moments, he pulled his luscious black cock out of my mouth and started to jack it. Seconds later, a HUGE amount of salty white cum shot out, splattering on my face, and dripping down my chin onto my hairy chest. I couldn't help myself; my tongue licked out on its own, lapping up all the cum I could reach with it. From behind Tom, I heard a chuckle. "You're a horny fucker, aren't you?" Ed told me. He and Stan had stripped down, and were both hard. Stan's was quite nice, a little smaller than mine with a large, flared head that curled up a little at the end. And Ed's--holy fuck! I had seen it hanging in the locker room, but now the thing was ten inches and who knows how thick? It was uncut, like Tom's, but the foreskin now pulled tight along the immense length. The three of them picked me up and threw me on my back on one of the benches. Then, Ed did something I never even dreamed he would do--he knelt down between my legs and swallowed my huge cock whole! I gasped, in surprise and ecstasy. Reflexively, I started to reach for him, but Tom and Stan pinned me flat against the bench. The combination of rough treatment, cum still sticking to my face and body, and hot mouth were too much. My cock erupted into Ed's mouth, spewing the second biggest load I've ever shot over his tongue. Ed swallowed every drop. Stan leaned over me, scowling. "You weren't supposed to do that yet, bitch," he said. Ed took his place holding me down, then he walked down and grabbed my ankles. He spread my legs wide and put them on his shoulders. He spit on his cock. "By the time we get through with you, whore, you won't be able to walk," he said. With that, he shoved his joint deep into my guts with one thrust. "Oh FUUUCCCKK," I moaned. I was in absolute heaven by this point. Stan didn't fucking mess around--he began to ride me. Ed and Tom let go of me, I guess because it was quite obvious I wasn't going to put up much of a fight. I moaned, I squirmed, I used every muscle I could think of in my ass to make his dick feel good, but I didn't fight! After a few minutes of this, Stan pulled out and Tom took his place. And I thought his cock had felt good in my mouth! He leaned over me and began to ream me out, even harder than Stan had. "Yesss," I hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I began to lose all control, turning into the slut I know I am. My cock began to get hard again, which is actually quite a surprise. Usually, when I cum, it takes a while to get it up again. But there it was, big as life. "You like that, don't you?" panted Tom. "You like being our pussy boy. Fucking whore! Tell me you like it! Tell me, faggot!" All I could do is groan. I started to reach for my cock, but he slapped my hand away again. "No you don't," he said, pulling out of me. "You aren't going to jack yourself off. Ed's going to fuck the cum out of you." That's when Ed--ten- inch, thick as a beer can Ed--took his position between my legs. My ex-lover back home had a nine inch cock, but his was long and thin. I wasn't prepared for the monster that ripped its way into my chute. "Oh fuck!" I cried, tears actually welling up. It fucking HURT! I hadn't felt pain like that since I'd lost my cherry. I tensed, waiting for him to start raping my poor hole like the other two had. Ed surprised me again--he held off, sliding that thick slab in and out slowly, allowing my ass to adjust to his size. Then I looked at his face--his expression was different from Tom's and Stan's. To them, I had been a piece of meat--and I enjoyed every minute of letting them use me (like I really had a choice). But Ed-- After a few moments, my ass loosened, and Ed began to thrust harder. "Fuck this," he said, and collapsed on top of me. All three hundred pounds of muscle pinned me flat to the bench. My legs automatically wrapped around him, my heels digging into his tight ass. I wrapped my arms around his massive torso, and held on tight. I had never, ever been fucked like that before. I know it's sappy, but I fell in love right then and there. From the way Ed was shoving his tongue down my throat and his dick in my ass, I had the impression he felt the same way. Just as I was about to pass out, I felt something wet and hot splash on my face. I looked up, having completely forgotten about Tom and Stan. Stan was cumming, huge, thick wads that splattered all over my face and Ed's. "Damn!" cried Tom. His cock also began to shoot, his hot jism dripping off of us. At that point, I was a goner. I practically screamed and shot THE biggest load of my life, feeling it squirt out between my stomach and Ed's. I never touched myself once--the cum, Ed's dick stretching me tight, and our bodies rubbing together were all it took. My ass tightening as I came worked its magic on Ed, and he came down on me so hard it hurt. I felt tremendous amounts of jism shooting into my ass, far too much to stay up there. As Ed stood up and pulled out of me, it trickled out of my ruined asshole, splattering on the locker room floor. I just lay there for a few minutes, a cum- drenched, exhausted, sticky mess, with my head spinning. Tom and Stan wiped themselves off, put on their clothes, and left, grinning ear to ear. Ed apologized for the three of them for scaring me. "Just so you know," he said, "the two of them are bisexual. They mess around with their girls, then they mess around with each other. . ." "And what about you?" I asked. Ed pulled me up--my ass was so sore now I could barely stand--and shoved his tongue in my mouth. After a few minutes, he told me his story. Quite simply, he'd never found a girl who could handle his cock--at least, not one who would let him ride her the way he did me. Then one day, he fucked a guy from the track team. . .and the rest was history. Ed helped me to the showers and washed me off. If I hadn't been so exhausted at that point, the feel of his huge hands rubbing soap over my body would have been enough to make me bend over for him again. Then he dried me off, helped me dress, and walked me back to the dorm. That was last year. This year, Ed and I are rooming together. He's ruined me for all other men! And on occasion, he'll take a notion to shove my cock into his tight ass. I still remember the first time that happened, too, but that's another story!