Gay Erotic Stories

From beyond the closed door I could hear the men talking. The TV was still on, it moaned quietly beneath their voices. I could only make out their words only when the spoke loudly. Even then their conversation didn’t interest me.

I lay on my back with my knees bent trying not to move. If I moved my arms the socks would keeps them still, adding to the dull pain that had grown along them. If I moved my stomach, butt or legs then the blinding pain of the enormous black dildo in my ass would fill my body. My own cum was drying around my mouth and chin.

I lay there, unable to move for about half an hour before I heard the footsteps coming closer to the door. The doorknob rattled and then a sharp shaft of light broke the darkness as the door peeked open. Trying to crane my neck to see the shadowy figure, I was rewarded with only a blast of pain from the dildo. My body thrashed about. By the time I got myself back under control the door was closed and the room was silent.

The conversation in the lounge room picked up once again. The men were talking to one of their own. They called him Rookie. His voice sounded young and unsure.

“If you don’t do this you’ll never be a man.” My fireman said.

“I don’t know about it, I mean I’ve never done it before.” Their voices soon became soft, drowned out by the TV. I stained my hearing to try to pick up what they were saying.

It was then that I heard a quiet sound coming from within the room. I stopped breathing so that I could hear more clearly. Another rustle, this time coming from the black doorway and towards the bed.

I felt the end of the bed bend under the weight of another body. I felt hands groping around my ass, feeling their way around the dildo and it’s straps. I didn’t bother to ask who was there. I didn’t really care. My cock was already growing hard.

The stranger fumbled with the straps, eventually loosening them. He held the dildo firmly in my ass until all the straps were free. Without warning he then slowly removed it. Despite the load of lube that the fireman had used my lips clung painfully to the rubber, it had to be pried from them.

The stranger didn’t give my ass time to adjust to the new freedom. Gripping my hips he quickly entered me. His cock, while not small, was a welcomed change. With little effort his balls soon slapped my cheeks and his pubic hair tickled my skin.

His breathing became deep as pulled out of me and slammed back in.

Once again my head became light and I struggled to stay awake. What followed next is hard to describe. I seemed to slip in and out of sleep, the line between reality and dreams blurred. All I can remember is the sensations that filled my body as the cocks pounded my ass – big ones, small ones, fat ones. The whole group must have had a go of me. Surely they would be done by now I thought to myself as I fully regain consciousness. My arms were still bound and the light was still off. A warm liquid dripped from my hole. I reeked of cum, so did the bed.

Suddenly the light flicked on. I needed to shut my eyes.

“Wake up, sleepy head. Nearly finished.” The fireman said to me. I grimaced at the thought of him penetrating me again.

To my relief he stood aside. A young man came into view. He looked not much older than my 25 years. He didn’t look at me--instead he inspected the room. His hands were in his pockets and one of them fiddled with something.

In his hands the fireman carried a plastic chair from the kitchen. He set it against the wall to my left. He sat on it and said nothing. He was still in his loose red jocks. His bulge loomed between his large white legs. He seem like he wasn’t ready to be part of the action so I turned my attention to the young man.

Avoiding looking at both the fireman and myself the young man fumbled at his shirt buttons, undoing them nervously. As he undid the last of them, he quickly removed the shirt.

He stood cross-armed, holding the shirt. He looked around the room for a place to put it. I saw as his eyes inadvertently crossed my naked, bound body. His eyes quickly darted away. His face blushed red. Seeing the pile of clothes in the corner he walked to them and neatly folded his shirt and placed it on the pile. His slim, white back was facing me now. His face hidden from both of us: the fireman and myself. I wondered who he was nervous of more.

I saw his skinny arms move as he fidgeted with his belt buckle. Slowly he drew the belt from his jeans. The denim slacks sank around his narrow waist. He undid the button and zipped down the fly. The slacks sank to his ankles, revealing his tight red jocks. The red material spread tight over his two round cheeks. He stepped out of his jeans, bent over and dug his hand into one of the pockets. He withdrew his hand, folded the slacks and placed them on his shirt.

Gingerly he turned and faced the bed. Keeping his eyes firmly on the worn carpet he shuffled to the foot of the bed. Still staring at the carpet his thumbs hooked around the waist of his jocks. The jocks had the same little logo as the fireman’s; this guy must be a fireman as well, I thought. He paused a second, looked over to the fireman with a curious look on his face (as if to say ‘why do I have to do this.’). He closed his eyes, his face still blushing red. He took in a deep breath and held it. Judging by his trembling hands this was the most frightening thing he had done.

With a flick of his wrists the jocks dropped to floor, freeing his privates. He was a skinny man, his ribs showed through his white skin. Despite this he was also strangely muscular, not an ounce of fat lay on his small frame. He had a small growth of hair in the cleft of his small pecks. His stomach was slim and six-packed. No snail trail led to his crotch but my eyes were drawn there anyway. His cock was an OK size, probably a bit smaller than mine. His balls were small and permanently clung to his body. A thin, light bush of hair grew around his shaft and balls.

Nervously he leaned on the bed. He waddled closer to my bent knees. He looked down at his limp dick and began to play with it, stretching it, trying to get it hard.

Embarrassed he looked over to the fireman. “It won’t… I can’t…you know.”

“You need to calm down. I know you must be worried. Remember, doing this doesn’t make you a fag. Just pretend it’s a girl, that should give you inspiration.”

“Well, I’ve never…been with a girl before…I…” His voice trailed off.

The fireman stood up and walked to the bed. Rookie flinched as if he was going to be hit.

“Close your eyes for a sec and think of some chick you like.” The Rookie obeyed. He sat there, kneeling only inches from my gaping hole, his eyes closed and his cock limp.

The fireman ran one hand over the guys’ chest and the other played with his cock. Rookie gasped as the fireman pinched a nipple. Slowly he was masturbated. His cock began to grow. The fireman’s hand released the now swelling member and ran over the boy’s chest and stomach. Without warning he removed his hands and faded back into the chair.

“I think your ready now.” He said confidently.

The young man opened his eyes and looked down to his raging cock. He brought both hands up to his chest, revealing to me what he had grabbed from his pocket. Unconfidently he fumbled with the packet. He ripped it open, removed it gently and glided the condom down his waiting shaft. This made me think for a second, this necessary act of thoughtfulness seemed out of place.

“Now lift his legs onto your shoulders.” The fireman said. His hand were placed on his bulge, he rubbed it slowly.

To return a favor I lifted my legs for him. He moved in closer to me, securing my heels on his shoulder. At last he looked into my eyes, I blank expression on his face. His covered knob pressed it’s way between my cheeks as he knelt up and pushed his pelvis towards me.

My cock was hard but my spent balls hung loosely towards my crack. Knowing that I was his first and that the fireman was here to watch was driving me crazy. My cock twitched as I felt him slide easily into me. The other men’s cum seeped from around his cock.

He moaned pleasurably as he pushed further inside. He felt as if he could have came there and then but he stopped and took some deep breaths. He wanted this to last; he’d never done anything like it before. With my legs pushed to my chest and my ass accepting him I tried to relax my dull arms.

His pubic bush finally touched my ass. He couldn’t enter any more. He paused again.

Slowly he withdrew and slid back into me.

“What the hell are you doing?” the fireman screamed. “This is your first time, something you’ll remember forever. And here you are wasting what could be the best sex of your life by acting like a pussy.”

“But…I’m just that type of person. I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t think I could let loose, I’m too shy.” Rookie blushed red at his little announcement.

“I want you to think. Think about every jack off session you’ve ever had, every fantasy and wet dream you’ve cum to. All the energy built up inside you, all the frustration, the fear, the excitement, and the lust. Every girl who was too good for you, ever time you’ve heard your friend talking about sex but couldn’t contribute because you’re a little pussy.”

“Shut up!” Rookie yelled defiantly. “You don’t know me!”

“There you go! Can’t you feel the fire in your belly now! Feel it building in your body. Feel it filling your balls and you’re cock, it’s making you strong and savage. Think of this little bitch (He pointed violently at me) as all the bad shit that’s in your life, everything you want to fight against. Flex your whole body, put ever ounce of energy you have into fucking it. Don’t worry about its feelings; don’t look into its face. Just fuck it – as hard and as strong as you can!” The fireman was leaning forward in his chair. His hands gripped white-knuckled to the arms it. By the end of his speech he was yelling--raw emotion in his voice. Because of my bound arms I couldn’t see it, but his bulge was growing painfully big, dripping pre-cum into the already stained material.

Rookie clenched his face tight. Sweat poured down it. He looked angry, someone not to be messed with. He slowly pulled back his pelvis and paused. My stretched lips wrapped around the base of his knob. He then forcefully threw himself down on me. His cock rammed my insides sending lust filled pain through my body.

He leaned his whole body over mine. My legs bent back tight against my body, my ass rose further from the musky, old bed. Our chests nearly touched, his face loomed over mine. If he wanted to open his eyes we could have been eyeballing each other. His face showed his newly uncovered pool of anger and lust. He breathed through his nose as he fucked me wildly.

“Fuck the little bitch! Don’t show him any mercy, he doesn’t deserve it!” The fireman stood up from his chair and slowly circled the bed, egging the once shy man on. The large stick in his jocks pointed out horizontally, still cased by the material. A fresh, dark patch of pre-cum grew larger as he watched the spectacle.

The frantic fucking started to settle into a slower rhythm. We both got a feel for each other.

“Faster! Harder!” The fireman yelled as he neared the head of the bed. He stopped and walked the other direction. “Fuck him!”

The young guy was in his own world, concentrating on postponing his building climax. He hardly even heard the fireman’s orders.

Smack! The fireman’s open palm pelted the young man’s bare ass. Just from the noise you could feel the painful sting on the delicate, white skin. Smack! His palm slap him again, the skin began to turn pink.

“Fuck him like a man, you pussy!” The fireman’s voice had turned nasty. He was in his element.

I felt the tempo quicken and the thrust lengthen. The man bore down on me with all his strength. Sweat dripped from his bright red face onto mine. It mixed with my already dried cum that stuck to my lips and chin.

“Fuck him!” Came the order, another loud smack gave the tone. Another then another and another spank. His hide was becoming raw and sensitive.

Tears flowed from his closed eyes, mixed with the sweat and dripped to my face. The muscles of his arms, which held his body suspended over mine, were rigid with the sensations running through his body: the sexual electricity which ran along his cock, the sharp pain of his spanked cheeks, the internal anger at himself for getting involved in the situation and the confusion for enjoying it.

“Fuck him you little cunt!” The fireman’s voice was becoming hoarse. He put all his energy into one last thunderous whack. The harsh sound filled the room; more tears ran down the guy’s face. This time the fireman left his large calloused hand on the red, raw flesh of the guy’s ass. He squeezed them together tightly and let them go.

Rookie found this to be more painful than the wallop. His mouth contorted to an angry snarl, baring his jagged teeth. He screamed with pain, his face just inches from mine. Spittle flew from his mouth and stuck to me.

Meanwhile he continued to fuck me wildly. Thank God that he was not big, and that I had been stretched properly earlier that night. Beneath the screaming and heavy breathing I could here the lube and stockpile of cum squishing inside me, some of it dripped from my mangled ass to the bed.

Hearing the response the fireman once again squeezed and relaxed the Rookie’s ass. In all his years of experience he knew that the end was nigh. He felt his own balls tighten in his jocks, his cock looked half hard. It sagged in the underwear. He knew though that he was close enough that he would cum if he was hard or not. He also knew that his young buddy was an inch away from the same edge. He wanted to be the one who pushed him over.

Now kneeling on the side of the bed, the fireman spread the virgin ass apart with one hand. Sweat lined the crack, the little red bud winced as it’s owner thrust back and forth. The fireman’s other hand gripped onto the back Rookie’s head, he pushed it down onto mine.

Our lips were forced together, but our tongues played willingly. We shared the salty mix of sweat, tears and cum.

Roughly, as this would have the best effect, the fireman drew his index finger to the guy’s anxious bud. With no hesitation he planted it into the hole: one knuckle, two, all the way to the hilt. He wiggled it around without care or thought.

This did push Rookie over the edge and left the fireman teetering on the edge.

His body froze, inserted fully into mine. He gripped the blanket with his fists and then the trembles started again. This time they were not due to embarrassment or shame. It was something he had never felt before and from that night on he craved it more than anything else.

I felt the load of cum as it shot into the condom, collecting in a large pool.

Next the trembling stopped and his body went limp. He fell on top of me. His tongue still swept around mine, hungrily.

The fireman pulled his finger out of Rookie’s ass. That job was complete, now only one thing left to do. He grabbed the back of Rookie’s hair and pried our lips apart. Quickly, because he could feel it brewing, he shimmied his body across until the bulge bobbed between our faces.

Immediately my mouth suckled on the side nearest to me. I could feel the soft meat contain in the parcel harden beneath my pressure. I also felt it pushed towards me as Rookie scrambled for his purchase. We both raced to find the huge knob, the side of our mouths touched as the first shot of cum was fired.

Shot after shot filled both our mouths. I guzzled it down quickly, eager for more. When it was evident that it was spent the young guy batted the bulge away with his hand so that we could continue our kiss. His mouth was still full of cum. He shared it with me. Some dripped from our mouths, running down our chins.

The fireman was not used to getting the cold shoulder, but he watched intently as we embraced each other. After a minute he knew that we had forgotten him. He walked back to the box at the foot of the bed and grabbed another towel. Wiping the sweat from his body he said: “You got lucky today Andy, I wish my first was this willing.” He turned for the door. “Oh, yeah, we got another sting ready for Tuesday. You passed this test with flying colours so your next test is to get some fresh meat. Don’t forget, Tuesday! We’ll set the fire, and you play the hero. If you fuck it up, we fuck you up! Something tells me you’ll fit right in down at the department.”

With that he opened the door and exited through it. What he had said didn’t hit me until days later.

In the meantime Andy broke from our kiss.

“I want you to fuck me like I fucked you, OK?” He said, giddy as a schoolgirl.

I just grinned back at him. Immediately he reached up to my left wrist. He untied the knot and my arm was free. Next he undid my right.

Now that my hands were free I brought them around his body, squeezing us together. I rolled us over. I now lay on him. Reaching for his wrist I grabbed it and brought it up to the bed post… The End (at least for now)

(I might decide to add a bit more to the story depending on you guy’s reactions. send any questions or comments to inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com)