Gay Erotic Stories

The pale-eyed young man was named Mark and he was 21 years old. This I learned as we walked the five blocks to my apartment. We had to make one stop: to buy condoms. I didn't have any at my apartment: I tend to use them up quickly! So we stopped at a 24-hour convenience store around the corner from my place. My shirt was lying somewhere on the floor of an alley, but this store was usually good about violating its own "no shirt, no service" policy. Mark followed me around the store, keeping his 6-feet-plus, muscular frame close the whole time. As I turned to check out, his strong hands stopped me. Some punk had decided to hold up the store. The young redheaded clerk (I had never seen him there before) fumbled through the cash register as the crook waved a small knife in his face. I didn't hesitate, and I felt Mark right behind me. When the punk saw us barreling around the corner of the aisle, he bolted and ran. The money he had stolen fell from his hands and pockets, hitting the linoleum like a sprinkle of hailstones. My hand brushed his nylon jacket, but he slipped out of my grasp and fled out the door, onto the empty sidewalk, and away into the night. I had the presence of mind to flip the sign in the door to "Closed" before turning to the shaking clerk. This was probably the most frightening thing that had happened to him in his entire nineteen years. I say nineteen because of his smooth face and tiny amount of acne on his chin. Aside from that, the boy was too cute for words, with red angel's lips and wet eyes of brown. I went behind the counter to put my arm around him. "It's okay," I said. "It's over, and the police will be here soon." He rubbed his face against my bare chest, like a newborn kitten. "I hope so," he stammered out. "I'm not sure I hit the panic button." I laughed, hoping to ease his nerves. I stroked his silky red hair. My hand brushed the numerous rings in his left ear. "Mark, why don't you go call 911?" Mark ran for the back of the store. The redheaded clerk asked if Mark was my boyfriend. I said no, we had just met. The clerk said his name was Trent. His face was buried in my chest; his lips brushed my skin as he spoke. He wasn't shaking any longer, and I felt his hand touch my skin, just above my jeans on my right hip. Trent whispered into my chest hair, "I'm sorry, dude. Stress makes me horny." I was feeling pretty randy myself. My erection hadn't died down from my encounter in the alley. Trent could almost definitely see it in my tight jeans. I stroked his hair and told him that was okay. Mark hadn't returned yet when the young man started to munch on my tits. I should have stopped him, but I didn't. I couldn't, I was too keyed up from everything else that night. Both Trent's hands were on me now, one tracing the line of my spine, the other making circles around my bellybutton. I rubbed his head now, mussing his hair. I tugged at the white, button-down shirt he wore as part of his uniform. Soon I had the shirt out of his belt, and the skin there was milky white. Trent had a skinny, fit body, like a skater. Trent must have been really "stressed", for he didn't hesitate to take my cock out and slurp it down his throat. I wasn't expecting the kid to deep throat me right away. I tensed my legs trying not to cum. He helped by releasing me and licking up and down my rigid pole. Trent's cold hands tugged on my heavy balls, lightly squeezing and tickling them. When Mark returned, he found Trent with my hairy nuts in his mouth. Trent had opened his pants to release his long, slender dick. He stroked it as he sucked my sack. Mark looked at me. I shrugged; Mark smiled and shook his head. He came over and kissed me, letting his tongue roll all around my mouth. Our tongues fought for supremacy, and I let his win. He sucked at my mouth greedily. Trent was noisily sucking on the tip of my cock. I caressed his smooth face as he went down on me again. Meanwhile, Mark slowly lowered my pants and stroked my butt. Could he possibly want to fuck me again? He had just visited the deepest reaches of my rectum not fifteen minutes ago. Trent was moaning as he devoured me. His mouth must have full of my salty pre-cum. For a second I wondered if anyone walking by on the street could see us in here. Well, it was late, the street was empty, and we were behind the counter, so probably not. I forgot all about it as the redheaded young man slid his hand between my thighs and rubbed the soft flesh right behind my scrotum. Mark pulled away from our kiss. Once I took a few breaths I suggested he help out our new friend Trent. "Trent, huh?" Mark said, his voice deep and silken. "With a name like that, he has to be queer." Mark stood over Trent's kneeling body. My muscular new lover teased me by slowly pulling his tank top over his head. His broad chest, covered by tanned skin and big brown nipples, almost made me cum. I pressed Trent's face to my pubes and began pumping my dick into his willing face as Mark touched his pecs, trailing his hand down to the line of hair on his tight abs. He squeezed his crotch and winked at me. His fat cockhead was clearly visible pushing against his pants. Mark knelt behind Trent and yanked the clerk's pants down to his ankles. Kneeling, with my dick ravaging his mouth, Trent thrust his ass backward. The skinny boy had a flat butt, but the muscles looked hard. Mark dove in, immediately finding the redhead's asshole with his tongue. Trent moaned onto my prick. I watched Mark enthusiastically eat the boy's bunghole. He had Trent writhing in pleasure in about five seconds. As I wondered how it would feel when Mark did that to me, I felt Trent's fingertips at my own hole. Having been fucked earlier, my body easily swallowed his digits. I said, "Fuck, yeah," as three of his fingers filled me to the second knuckle. Mark had two fingers inside Trent as he licked at the boy's hole. He was opening quickly. Was it stress, or was the redhead just a slut? Mark banged his fingers up into the young man with ease. The tight hole was slick, and Mark had Trent's whole body rocking with his thrusting hands. The redhead took his mouth off my cock long enough to say, "Come on, man, I'm ready. Stick it in, dude." I threw Mark the box of condoms I had not yet paid for. He tore it open, spilling them all over the floor there behind the store counter. He quickly had one on his nine inches, stretching the rubber impossibly tight over the bulbous purple head. I drooled at the sight of it, my asshole twitching as I remembered the spectacular job it had done there. This kid with his fingers up my butt was in for a treat! Mark pressed his fat cockhead against the young redhead's anus. The boy squirmed but didn't open up for my muscular lover. Mark grabbed the boy's slender hips and ground his own hips into Trent's skinny body. Trent yelped in surprise at the size of the man entering him--but he didn't miss a beat sucking me. His tongue continued to arouse me, all up and down my six inches. Mark was gentle, easing his shaft into the boy's tight canal. I watched the pleasure light up his face as each inch sank in. "Fuck, he's tight," he told me. "Tight little cocksucker." Hearing him talk dirty was a turn-on, as was watching his long schlong wind its way into the young man's ass. The warm mouth on my cock was too much for me. I pulled Trent all the way down on my dick. Surprised, he gagged a little. I gave him no warning other than the shuddering of my thighs. The hot cum flew out of my dick and slapped him in the back of the throat. He gagged for the next two spurts before adjusting; I felt him swallowing, his throat tightening around me as I shot more sticky goo down into his gullet. His fingers reached into me and pushed into my prostate. I cried out and my balls emptied themselves, making sure every ounce of juice got expelled from my body. After ten spurts of cum, I was finished. Trent held me in place, his mouth still impaled on my cock as he swallowed all of my load. His tongue cleaned every last drop off my hard shaft before he slowly pulled away. I leaned back, exhausted, on the counter. Trent looked up at me and smiled, a look of gratitude for feeding him my seed; his lips were smeared with the stuff. Mark had a slow, loving pace on Trent's ass. As the redhead looked up at me, the sensations of his fuck overwhelmed him. He closed his big brown eyes and arched his slender back. He pushed his hips back on Mark's big dick. The tan, muscular man fucking him stroked the pale boy's buttocks and thighs. He said, "That's good, Trent. That's it, milk my cock, boy." Trent moaned, fucking my lover's dong with his eyes closed. "Man, you feel great. Push harder, dude, I ain't no girl." Mark pushed harder. His thrusts made tiny slapping sounds as their bodies moved together. Mark pulled nearly his whole nine inches out and quickly ground it back in as Trent's thin frame rode down on him. Watching them was enough to keep my erection. Suddenly there were rough hands on each of my biceps. I looked up in surprise, a look of "I'll kick your ass!" on my face. I was flanked by two cops, each one looking down on Mark and Trent. The cop on my right, a swarthy Latino with the ubiquitous cop moustache, said, "I don't see any robbery here, do you, Jake?" Jake, on my left, was a huge blond bear of a man, about 35, with close cropped hair. He said, "No, Mario. Unless you count a butt burglary." Mark and Trent had stopped rocking and looked up at the cops, Trent with fear on his face, Mark with a look that seemed to say, "Good, more cock is here.” The Latin guy, Mario, looked down on them and said, "Don't let us stop you, boys. You finish up what you're doing and we'll get this gentleman's statement." He shook me by my arm as he said that. His hands were strong, despite his slimness. In fact, he and I were almost the same proportions (5-foot-8, about 150 pounds) and age (28)--but I could never match a Latin man in sheer sex appeal. And this cop had it oozing out of every tan pore on his chiseled face. The cops turned me so that I faced the counter. My hard penis pressed against the cold surface. I was suddenly embarrassed that my pants were around my ankles. Mario stood beside me, resting his lean body on the counter. He had a pad out and asked me if there had actually been a robbery. "Yes, sir," I said meekly. As I told the sexy cop my name and address, I felt the other cop's hands on my bare butt, sliding all around. His hands were each as big as one of my ass cheeks. I could feel the blond bear of a cop looming over me. I heard Mark and Trent resume their fucking, both keeping their moaning at a soft volume. Mario wouldn't look away from my eyes. His were hypnotic; I felt I would do anything he asked right then, but all he wanted was a description of the perp. I began to tell him as Jake ran his hands up and down my body. His calloused hands made me shiver; my voice began to shake as I told my story to the sexy Latin cop. Mario stopped me. "Sweetie," he said, "would it help you relax if my partner stopped teasing your horny little body?" I nodded. "Okay. Jake, you heard the man." Mario flipped his partner one of the condoms from the floor. Jake kept a big hand on my shoulder--as if I would try to escape!--as he tore the plastic open. I looked over to Mark. He had slowed his fucking to watch what was happening. Our eyes remained locked as I felt the soft fleshy end of a cock poking into my butt crack. In a gruff, no-nonsense voice, the bear behind me said, "Just bend over a little bit, honey. That's a good boy." I held myself up on the counter as big hands held my slender hips and the bell end of a cop's dick pierced my hole. It wasn't as thick as Mark's, and my well-stretched hole accepted him easily. Which impressed the blond cop. "Whew!" he said. "Someone sure likes cock." I agreed with him as inch after inch slowly worked its way into me. Its hardness and weight were enormous, and it continued to slide into me. It must have been a foot long. By the time I felt big, hairy balls against my hard ass muscles, I felt more full of cock then I ever had. I slumped down on the counter. The cop, Jake, caressed my bare back as he began a slow, leisurely pace, as if he had all night to stand here and impale me with his long dick. Mario prompted me to continue. I tried, telling him what had happened, punctuating my tale with many "Oh, god"s and "Fuck, Jesus"es. As I related my story, Mark and Trent grew louder and louder, their bodies colliding with crisp, fleshy sounds, their breathing hard and raspy. When I had finished, the Latin officer stroked my face and said, "Thank you, sir. You've been most cooperative." Jake said to me, "You like this cop cock up your tight ass?" "Yes, sir." I stood there immobile, letting the cop do all the work. He kept his slow pace, pulling most of his foot long rigidity out before easing it back in, rubbing all his length on my prostate. My own dick leaked a pool of fluid all over the dirty counter. Jake said, "I oughta take this boy down to the station." Mario laughed as he simply sat there, watching Mark pummel the clerk's asshole. Trent was in a great deal of pleasure with that huge knob attacking his bowels. I saw a puddle of semen on the floor beneath him, and still his dick stood straight out from his skinny body. The Latin cop had a nice-sized bulge in his tight black uniform. I reached out and stroked it for him. He seemed a little surprised, but he smiled at me. "You do like cock, don't you?" He unzipped and put his hard six inches in my hand. "Stroke me slowly, man." I did. His cock was as smooth as suede. We all knew when Mark came. He growled like an animal and he bucked his body hard against the young man he was fucking. Trent fell to the ground, and Mark's muscular frame fell on top of him as he buried his cock in to the hilt. I thought I could see the swelling where Mark's thick dick lay inside of Trent, as well as the clerk's body jumping with each massive spurt of manjuice deep in his bowels. Mark slowly withdrew, leaving the thin redhead flat on the floor, too exhausted to move. Trent did turn his head, however, to watch the blond cop's dick sliding easily in and out of my asshole. Mark's condom was overflowing with fluid. Mario snatched it from his hand and held the condom in front of my face. I inhaled the aroma like a wine connoisseur. Mark stood, sidling up to the store counter right beside the hot Latin cop. He watched as Mario placed the open end of the condom in my mouth. I tilted my head back. The thick semen gradually poured into my mouth. I lapped it up like a suckling lamb. The cop grinned, laughing at me with his dark, smoldering eyes. "Silly faggot," he was probably thinking. I didn't care. Mark's cum was the sweetest treasure I had tasted all evening. I let the seed spill all over my mouth, swishing it around with my tongue, completely coating my gums and teeth. "Mm," I muttered as Mario pulled the empty condom away. The cum slowly slid down my throat, helped along by the vibrating of my body. Jake drove hard into my experienced ass, his hairy legs jolting me with each powerful thrust. Mario said to Mark, "Your boyfriend here sure likes cum. But I guess you know that." "Actually I just met him." "Bet you fucked him, though." Mark said he most certainly had. I barely heard him. I luxuriated in the slow pounding my ass was receiving. Mario said, "Hey, Jake, can you take this guy's statement?" Sure, was the answer. I felt Jake put his little spiral notebook on my back as his hips kept on gyrating into me. I couldn't believe a dick that long could fit inside me without causing pain, yet all I felt was pleasure, a fire burning in my prostate, tickling my empty balls. As Mark nonchalantly began telling the cops what he had seen, Mario bent him over the counter. My lover's broad shoulder brushed up against mine with a twinge of electricity. I looked at him questioningly; I hadn't seen him as a bottom yet. He interrupted his story to say to me, "Don't worry, I want to. Besides, he looks almost exactly like you." I leaned over and kissed him quickly before he began his story again. I could feel Jake writing on my back. Even that was oddly sexual to my overheated nerves. Mario had slid a condom onto his pulsating member. He examined Mark's muscular buttocks. There was no tan line. Mario smacked my newfound lover twice before rubbing his cock up and down Mark's tight crack. The cop made a comment about how sweet it was going to be busting a muscle boy’s cherry. I envied him his task. Mark cried out as the rigid pole split his virgin hole open. I reached over and caressed his back as the cop made little circles with his hardness, trying to pry Mark's clenched ring. Mark relaxed with my gentle touch on his back. He had slumped down on the countertop. The cop slowly eased in, pulling back every so often and driving firmly back inside. I could only imagine how hot and tight Mark's fuckhole felt. Mario certainly seemed to enjoy it. He cried out, "Oh, fuck! THIS is why I fuck manpussy." When he was all the way in, he slapped Mark's meaty thigh again and said, "Now you're a faggot, boy. How's it feel?" Mark said it felt great. He kissed me, deeply, as his body rocked under the Latin cop's assault. Then he finished telling Jake what had happened, talking as if he didn't have a cherry- busting cock fully implanted in his ass. So there we were, me and my new lover, bent over a convenience store counter with cop dick pounding our pussies. Jake had pocketed his notepad and taken my waist in his big hands. He pulled my smaller body down onto his crotch. He wasn't gentle about it either. It was like a stab in the guts each time he yanked me down. I clenched my ass around him, stroking his cock with the hot lining of my rectum. He growled and told me to keep it up, he'd never felt anything like it before. I milked him as he brought my body down hard, slamming me against his meaty thighs with each thrust. Mark kept his eyes pinched shut as his body adjusted to its first assfucking. The pain was giving way to pleasure, I could tell. He went from a strained "Nnh!" to a joyous "Ahh!" His tanned muscles sweated as he pushed back on the hot Latin dick impaling him. The two cops had matched rhythms. With each thrust, Mark and I were both jolted forward. The countertop shook under the assault. Mark's shoulder heaved against mine. I watched his athletic frame shaking as the foot long schlong pushed further and further inside of me. I felt a tugging on my dick. Trent had crawled to his knees between Mark and me. He stroked each of us, teasing our swollen cockheads with his graceful fingers. His brown eyes looked up at me hungrily. I smiled down at the young man, mouthing the words, "Suck me." Mario made a comment about the cock-hungry little slut. Jake told his partner they shouldn't have forgotten about the boy. Mario and Jake turned Mark and I from the counter. My new lover and I faced each other as the cops resumed their fast fucks. Trent knelt between us, glancing at my cock, then Mark's fat one, then mine again. He took mine in his mouth, Mark's thicker member in his hand. As Jake really slammed into me, Trent sucked hard, taking me down into his throat. I held myself up on Mark as Jake pummeled me. Mark held my face next to his, stroking my neck and shoulder. Who would have guessed that my new lover and me both getting fucked by cops could be such an intimate and tender experience? Mark kissed my neck. I felt his body rocking under Mario's assault. I whispered in Mark's ear, "You okay, stud?" He said, "Yeah. Feels great, lover. Can't wait to get you home so you can fuck me." I don't know how long the five of us stood there like this, two pairs of fuckers separated by a young redhead alternating between my dick and the big mushroom head he could hardly get into his mouth. The blond bear of a cop pounding my ass could apparently fuck forever. As Mark sucked hard on my throat, I watched Mario's face. His lips drew back in a snarl and his eyes clenched shut. Mark squeaked "Oh!" into my neck as the cock inside him bucked and burst. The cop grabbed my new lover by the hair and yanked his head backward. Mark winced as the cop's body rammed far inside him. He kept his eyes closed as the condom filled. Mario said all sorts of things about Mark's virgin ass as he came. I watched the cop's rugged, dark features as he came down. He caught me watching him. Brushing sweat from his eyebrows, he winked to me and said, "‘S a fine piece of ass you got yourself here." I held Mark by his broad shoulders as Jake pistoned my ass. His pace was impossibly fast now. Each half-thrust was a frantic break toward bone-shattering climax. He really hurt my ass as he hurried. His groans and grunts filled the whole store. Trent, down on his knees, had both my cockhead and Mark's huge one in his mouth. It had been a challenge for the skinny, pierced young man, but he had done it. The feel of Mark's slick, soft flesh rubbing against mine was heaven. I warned Trent I would be filling his mouth with cum very soon. With two dicks in his mouth, he managed to say, "Bring it on, dude." When the massive member in my ass exploded, I was lifted off my feet. Jake's rough hands held me by the hips, angled down on his footlong meat. Each spurt of spooge must have been enormous, for I felt each volley travel from his balls through his shaft like the way a snake swallows its prey. This time I was the prey, and Jake was filling my ass with his venom. I leaned in to kiss Mark. Our tongues met in a flurry of passion. With the big stick creaming in my ass and my swollen glans rubbing against Mark's in the steamy confines of Trent's mouth, I couldn't hold back any longer. As Jake continued to empty his bottomless balls inside me, I screamed into Mark's mouth. My whole frame shook as my nuts rose and my dick jerked and flooded the store clerk's lips with white manjuice. I couldn't believe I had this much left in me, but my body found it somewhere. The weighty thing pressing into my prostate may have had something to do with it. As I came in a body-quaking, sweaty orgasm, Mark moaned into our kiss. My hot juices had landed all over his dick, and he soon was cumming into Trent's mouth. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck as we filled Trent together. I felt his hard, sweat-slick body quivering. I heard the pop as the Latin cop pulled out of Mark's ass. Below us Trent moaned against our spitting dickheads, vainly trying to swallow our simultaneous loads. When we had finished, Mark and I kept on kissing, with fiery passion I wouldn't have thought possible when Mark's friend had attempted to gay-bash me earlier in the evening. Jake pulled out of my grateful asshole. He whispered, "Thanks, honey," in my ear and swatted me with his big, calloused paw. But I was somewhere else, with Mark and his swollen lips chewing on my own. Finally Mario, the Latin cop, separated Mark and me. "All right already, fellas. Time to get home." As I pulled up my pants, I looked at Trent's face. His mouth and chin were slathered with semen. Mark and I had cum far too much for his inexperienced throat to handle. I almost laughed. He smiled through the slick sheen, running his tongue over his lips. I told the cops I had come in to buy condoms and hadn't paid for them yet. "Just take some," Mario said. "I'm sure your friend here"--he nudged Trent with his foot--"will take care of it." Trent nodded. The motion made a fat drop of cum fall from his chin onto the floor. As Mark and I left the store, I heard Mario say to the redheaded clerk, "Okay, kid. Time for me and my partner to take YOUR statement." To be continued... Comments? 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