Gay Erotic Stories

We woke up on Sunday morning and of course his cock was rock hard and he didn't waste any time penetrating by willing ass, plowing into me like he had never been there before. He was tossed me around that bed like a dishrag, plowing and slamming, slapping my ass with an angry vengeance. He was also pulling and stretching my cock to its limits, twisting my balls like he wanted to pull them off.

Sure it was painful but it was also wonderful, my body had never felt such intenseness. I had never in my life felt such passion and desire. Finally he got to the point that he couldn't put off his climax. He pulled out of my ass and shot his load all over my face and chest. I was lying on my back and jacking off watching him shoot his beautiful cum all over me. I was just about to shoot my own load, when he reached down and slapped my hand away from my cock and grabbed my balls and twisted them. "I told you, you little bastard, you do not cum till I tell you that you can. If one drop of cock juice comes out of your cock, I am going to take my belt and beat your ass until it is bleeding." He shouted at me.

In pain, I tried to twist out of his grip but a slap across my face stopped any resistance. Finally the throbbing in my cock for release began to ease up. I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. I said, "I'm sorry, Jake, I was enjoying our loving, I just got carried away."

"Loving, you stupid shit, that was just fucking!" he cruelly uttered and sneered at me. "Get your ass up and go clean up and then run me a tub of hot water. I want to wash your stink off me" He commanded me. Like a whipped and corrected puppy I slipped out of bed and did as he had directed me.

Afterward the bath, Jake got dressed and I had his breakfast fixed and waiting on him. He was all smiles now and just as sweet as could be. He came into the kitchen and picked me up in his arms and kissed me. "Oh my little whore boy, how sweet you are. I could get use to you being around all the time. Too bad I got to hit the road and be gone for a least a month." He said.

He continued to tell me about his new truck and route and plans. He stated it all so calmly as if it wasn't tearing me up inside. He was picking up his new truck that afternoon at Billy's brother, Luke's place. He then proceeded to give me my directions. He repeated his instructions about that I was to find someone around my age and introduce them to the gay life and then I was to turn him over to him when he returned. He also told me that I was not to mess around with anyone else unless he contacted me and told me it was okay. I tried to interrupt him and tell I wouldn't dare mess with anyone but his glare let me know I had better keep my mouth shut.

He told me that he would be getting in touch with me while he was gone and that he would have some men coming over taking care of me while he was gone and of course he was going to get paid for it. After he said that he let out a wicked evil laugh and told me he had some good men already lined up waiting on my sweet ass and mouth.

He finished up and left. I sat there in a daze for I don't know how long. The phone interrupted my stupor. It was my mother. She was rattling off about needing me to come and take her to Johnny Ray's house. His father had taken a turn for the worse and she needed me to take her there because my father had refused to go with her. I don't know if I informed you that my mother and Johnny Ray's mother were very best of friends. They had been since high school. I tried to think of someway to get out of it but her tears were just too strong.

So I did as any good son does and went and picked my mom up to go to Johnny's house. I was praying the whole time that maybe I could pull this off without giving clue to Johnny that I was involved in his rape. Thankfully, the house was full of people and Johnny was busy talking with some of the older people and trying to be the gracious young son. Of course everyone was wanting to talk with him about how his leave was and how his life in the marines was progressing. I found a corner chair and went and sat down and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. I was hoping that mother would soon get ready to go and slip out before even having a chance to have to say hello.

But no such luck. All of sudden I looked up and there he stood. He had puzzled look on his face. Even though our moms were friends, we had never really had much to do with each other. He looked at me and said "You're Robbie aren't you" I nodded yes. "You know when Mother introduced me to you in the store the other week, I just couldn't place you but now I remember, you are Helen's son and you were a couple of years below me in high school weren't you." Again all I could do was nod. Actually I was afraid to say too much for fear he might recognize my voice but about all I did that night was moan and say a couple of words filled with passion.

Thankfully someone came along and took his attention off me and pulled him away. I happened to glance up and looked in his direction as he moved away and I noticed a strange look on his face. "Oh shit," I muttered to myself and quickly looked back down at my magazine.

Then it happened. I heard someone enter the room. His voice was so striking different, that I had to look up. It was as if I was looking at a carbon copy of Johnny Ray except this boy was about my age and he was much smaller in size than Johnny. Really I guess I would have to say he was about Johnny's size before he had gone off to the marines. He wasn't skinny actually. He had a pretty descent build. He was about my height if not a little taller. He had long shoulder length black hair in contrast to Johnny's crew cut blond but the facial features were exactly the same.

I heard Johnny's mother exclaim, "Oh Johnny, look it's your cousin Sam." She rushed to the boy. From the discussion I learned that Sam lived in New Orleans and had come up when he had heard about his uncle. I also learned that Sam's parents were both dead. It didn't take me long to realize also that I didn't think there was too much love lost between Sam and Johnny. In fact, Johnny was rather cold to his cousin.

I began to realize why. My "gaydar" was kicking in. I wasn't sure exactly how much but it was there. Also suddenly, I realized that my mother was bringing Sam over to meet me. Our eyes meet and we spoke just a few words and then I tried to look away but when I did, I caught Johnny looking my direction. There was no doubt now, Johnny's eyes enlarged and a look came across his face. I told myself I needed to leave and leave quickly before Johnny's assumptions would come to a definite realization.

I told my mother I needed to leave; if she wasn't ready I could come back and get her. She asked me to go ahead and come back in about two hours. So I shot out of there like a rabbit. I went home and tried to concentrate on my studies. Then the doorbell rang.

I went to it and there was Jake. I told him about what had occurred. He told me he had planned on leaving the next day but since there was the possibility that Johnny was on the prow he needed to leave immediately. Thankfully he told me his truck was painted and that if Johnny had gone to the cops or told anyone his story there was no way that his truck would lead him to us.

So he left. However before he left he told me someone was coming by my house that night. He was planning on being with the guy but since events were like they were, the guy would come by himself. He told me his name was "Blue" and told me to treat him well.

"Blue" arrived around 8:00 pm. He was an older man of about 50. Actually he was about my father's age. He was a nice looking man and was in rather good shape physically. He came in and we had just casual conversation. I think he felt a little awkward which I found rather endearing.

I finally asked him what he wanted and suddenly he dropped his pants and began stroking his cock. "I want you to suck on my pussy-fucker, Son," he said. His cock was about eight inches in size but he had some heavy hanging balls. His pubic hair was grey. I got on my knees and crawled over to him and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it a couple of strokes and then looked up in his eyes. "Do you want me to deep throat your cock for you, father like mother does?" I asked.

His eyes went wide open and a smile came across his face. "Oh, don't you know son, your mother never sucks my cock, she thinks that is sinful, That's why I need you" Oh yes I could see that he was really into the role-playing and of course I was going to get into as well, thinking to whole time about my Jake and doing what he wanted me to do.

(Yes, I was becoming a whore and slut. more to come later. comments accepted: homerwaste@aol.com