Gay Erotic Stories

Used by a Straight Dude, Part 3

Wayne had given my ass and mouth a royal workout and I had to admit I was completely intrigued by his idea: Me, him, and a handful of Mexican thugs. And to make it better tenfold, they were STRAIGHT Mexican thugs--my idea of heaven!

Wayne didn’t give me any details…he just told me to arrive at his apartment promptly at 9 and to be freshly showered. Who was I to argue? I fought back my erection as I soaped up my body and I quickly dried off, dressed, and jumped in my car. I pulled up to Wayne’s apartment building approximately ten minutes early and decided to smoke a cigarette. He said “promptly”, and I didn’t know what sort of punishment he would have in store if I disobeyed and showed up early. With a few minutes to spare, I got out of the car and went in to the building. I took a deep breath outside of his door and then knocked. Within a few seconds, the door swung open. Paco, a 30-something Mexican stoner dude, opened the door with beer in hand. Although Paco was Mexican, he was born and raised in Wisconsin and had a funny accent – the kind a white dude would have when acting like a Mexican dude. He was skinny and wiry, like Wayne, and had his hair in a ponytail. He also had a moustache and little spaces between his teeth. He wore a t-shirt and sweats that were cut off, but still extended below his knees.

“Hola, homo,” Paco said. Wayne’s verbal abuse had rubbed off on some of these guys. “Join the party.” He stepped aside and I entered the again stifling apartment. In my experiences being the lone gay dude at that restaurant, most everybody would playfully belittle me, call me names, or rough house with me, but it was always in good fun.

“What’s up, Paco,” I said somewhat shyly as I slid past him and entered the once again stifling hot apartment. As I turned the corner into the dining room area, I came upon Wayne and two other Mexican cooks – Jose and Ricky – sitting around the table playing cards. Once again, Wayne had his shirt off. The others, unfortunately, had not followed suit. “Sup, guys,” I said to the group.

Ricky immediately stood. “Welcome, welcome. Grab a beer…pull up a chair, gringo.” Ricky was the criminal of the group. He had been busted for selling cocaine years ago and had just finished his jail sentence about six months prior. He was wearing a tank top, which showed off his magnificently strong tattoo-covered arms, obviously from working out in jail. What else was he supposed to do? Have sex with the newbies? I could only hope! Ricky stood about 6’3” and had quite an intimidating physique. He wore a pair of gray sweat pants and had the left leg pulled up to his knee. I didn’t know if that was a gang thing or not, but hey, as I’ve already told you, I get along just fine with gangs…

I did as I was instructed and grabbed a Corona from the fridge, then pulled a chair up to the table. I was sitting beside Wayne, who hadn’t said a word since I arrived, and directly across from Jose. Since the day Jose started at our restaurant about three months ago, he had rarely spoken to me. I had the feeling he didn’t much care for the homo species. I would often catch him staring at, but with a hint of a glare to it, as if inside he was measuring his disgust. He looked like he could have been Ricky’s brother; just a little shorter but with the same build, only with corn rows and many tattoos, including one on his neck that vanished under his neck line.

As they finished up their hand, Jose got up to go to the bathroom and Ricky went to grab a bottle of Jack Daniels from the counter. “Wanna shot, gringo?” Ricky asked me.

“Fuck yeah,” I said. And I needed it. I didn’t know what Wayne had in store and I was nervous as hell. I took the shot glass from Ricky and downed it in one gulp.

“Damn, boy, you seem thirsty for something,” Wayne said to me, going directly over the Mexican studs’ heads.

“I’m always thirsty,” I said back, looking directly into his eyes, playing chicken. He just smiled and looked down. And then I noticed it. On his knee, Wayne was holding a small slip of paper that said, “tell everyone you have to go to the bathroom, but go to my room instead. Now.” I looked up at Wayne who was looking at Jose as he sat back down after returning from the bathroom.

“Gotta take a piss, boys,” I said. I stood and turned the corner down the hallway, but instead of going into the bathroom, I entered Wayne’s room and closed the door. I flipped on the light. Same squalor as before, maybe worse. I waited…and waited. And waited some more. Finally, about ten minutes later, Wayne came in and closed the door behind him. From his pocket, he pulled out a jockstrap.

“Put this on. Quick,” he demanded.

“Wayne, what’s…” I attempted to say.

“I’m going to tell the guys I caught you in here trying on my jock strap. As a punishment, I’m going to have them hold you down so I can fuck you good and hard like I know you want it. But they’ll think of it as me teaching you a lesson. Then they’ll get their own turn. A sort of pretend assault…”

Sounded good to me! I quickly removed my clothes and slipped on the dirty jockstrap. It was funny…Wayne turned his back to me as I removed my boxer briefs, as if he hadn’t seen me naked and didn’t want to. Straights are funny. I was already beginning to bone up.

Once the jockstrap was in place, Wayne opened the door. “Guy, come here fast. Check out this faggot.” I could hear the chairs being pushed up and a frantic army of footsteps hammering down the hallway. Moments later, Wayne stood to the side as three awestruck Mexicans stood there, mouths opened, laughing.

“I came in here to see what was taking this faggot so long, and I caught him standing here, fucking touching himself, wearing my dirty jock strap. Dirty faggot.”

“Duuuuude,” Paco exclaimed.

“Dude, you should kick his faggot ass,” Jose chimed in, revealing a meaner glare than I was used to. This plan of Wayne’s had better work out or I was going to need a nearby emergency room, I feared.

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, Jose. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of him. We’ll see how much he likes my cock when I rip open his ass,” he said, pulling his belt out of his belt loops. “Paco, Ricky…hold him down.”

Paco and Ricky were oddly eager to oblige. I pretended to struggle as each Mexican grabbed an arm and pulled me down to the bed. I was lying there on my back. Paco still appeared stunned, and Ricky was looking up at Wayne who was already stepping out of his pants. “Not like that, you idiots. Get him on his stomach. I don’t want to look at his faggot face.” They quickly flipped me over, Ricky holding my arm down with impressive force. Paco was more relaxed and he chose to sit lightly on the other arm, seemingly distracted by this bizarre turn of events. He sat in such a manner that one leg extended behind Ricky and th other ran along the side of my body. In other words, my fist appeared to be extending from his ass and his crotch was but a few inches from my face. Meanwhile, my ass was sticking high in the air, begging for an invasion.

I couldn’t see what Wayne was doing, but I had a feeling when I felt a big spit ball sliding between my ass crack. I pretended to struggle, even saying, “come on, Wayne, I’m sorry…I don’t like to get fucked…I’m a top…I like to do the fucking.” Moments later, I felt Wayne’s cock slap against my ass once, then slide all the way up inside me in one quick hard thrust. My yelp, at that point, wasn’t pretend. It fuckin’ killed. Whereas last time I had been loosened by his broom and then got quickly used to it from his previous idea of “hard” fucking, this was the way I taught Wayne to fuck and it was instantly merciless. With each thrust, I would whimper. Paco remained silent, Ricky was laughing, and I was caught off guard by Jose when he said, “show that faggot, Wayne…fuck him.”

As I was positioned and while I was suffering, I found solace as I waited for the pleasure to kick in by resting my face against Paco’s inner thigh. Wayne saw this. “Pull out your cock, Paco…make him suck it.”

“Dude, I can’t do that. I got a girl.” Man, this guy sounded like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie.

“Get some balls, dude. He ain’t gonna tell nobody,” Wayne said. His cock was just punching away at my prostate. He had some extremely powerful stamina and I knew he wouldn’t be ready to come for at least 20 minutes.

When I realized that Paco was still resisting, I decided I needed to take the matter into my own hands. From my position, I could see a tent had formed in Paco’s cut offs. I began massaging his thigh with my lips, since my hands were occupied. I could see his cock pulse through his shorts. I was in luck…it looked like a monster cock!

“Fuck it,” Paco said. “Lisa don’t suck cock all that good anyway.”

Paco raised himself off my arm – thank god…it was getting sleepy – and pulled the front of his sweat shorts down. Although I was enjoying myself up until this point, now I was truly in heaven. In front of me was a huge uncut cock. In my estimation, he had to be about 9 inches long and about 6 inches around. His head was relatively small, but that cock got thick in the middle. Hanging beneath this beautiful slab of meat were 2 hairy low-hangers. Paco, using his hand to pull back on the foreskin, aimed it at my face, and comically said, “come and suck my cock.” I could tell he was uncomfortable. But I wasn’t about to deny him his request. I used my free hand to grab the back of his leg and pull him closer. His cock head hit my lips and his pointed cock head slid in against my tongue.

Now it was truly time for a show.

Having a stud on each end was just how I liked it. I began roughly backing up into Wayne’s oncoming thrusts. Since we had a completely captive audience, the only sound resonating throughout the room was the top of Wayne’s thighs slapping into the back of my own. I could feel his balls slamming into mine with each thrust, which was an odd but stimulating sensation. Meanwhile, I began pulling at the back of Paco’s thigh, letting him know that I could take it if he wanted to fuck my mouth. Eventually, I got this newbie to catch on, and soon his thrusts were matching Wayne’s thrusts into my used ass.

“Damn, boy,” Paco, said. I could see from my awkward position that his head was back and his eyes were closed. He was on his knees, thrusting increasingly harder into my throat, using his hands outstretched behind him as support against the headboard.

“Fuck his mouth, Paco… teach this faggot a lesson,” Ricky said, staring down and lightly rubbing the bulge in his own sweats. I had no idea what Jose was doing at this point.

For the next ten minutes, I was pummeled from both ends. Wayne was his characteristically brutal self, fucking me like a submissive whore in some fetish rape video, just as he had planned. Paco was surprising me. Although he did no speaking – only grunting – he must have been inspired by Wayne because he was not only matching his thrusts, he was matching his force. I could feel little cuts forming along my lip line from the impact of his lower body with my face as he aggressively used me for my deep throating skills.

Then Wayne pulled out, throwing everything off. Paco saw this on one of his outward thrusts and paused as well with his cockhead resting on my tongue as if Wayne’s stopping indicated that gay sex was bad. ARE YOU KIDDING! THIS KIND OF GAY SEX IS GRRRRREAT! I let Paco’s cock fall from my lips and looked back. For the first time, I saw Jose who was standing there with his arms crossed, fully dressed, but sporting noticeable wood in his basket. He continued glaring at me. Wayne was finishing off a bottle of beer, and I was confused. Why the break? Was it intermission time?

As he swallowed the last of his beer, he looked down at me and a truly wicked smile spread across his face. “I’m going to fuck you with this bottle, faggot.”

Sounded good to me. “Please don’t.” I had to maintain what little bit of charade remained. I don’t think, in retrospect, I even sounded desperate or serious.

“AND I’m going to use this end,” Wayne said, indicating the fat base of the bottle.

“Please don’t!” I said, this time clearly serious. I, of course, knew I had no choice.

“Better this than my fist, bitch,” Wayne yelled as he grabbed the back of my head and forced it over into Ricky’s crotch.

Ricky held his hands up, saying, “Whooooa.” My lips were pressed and held firmly against Ricky’s large sweat pant covered cock. The big felon, I had a feeling, was familiar with this sort of scenario, what with prison rapes and what not. I was now, like, his bitch. “Hold on, papi…you want this dick,” he asked me, reaching down and untying his sweatpants. He then slid out from under me and stood beside the bed directly next to where he was positioned. He tugged at the sides of his sweats, and down they fell. No underpants. God I love Mexican men. His dick was surprisingly disappointing. Considering his size, I was expecting a mighty sword. Alas, a seven inch cock, only about five inches around, stuck out from an overgrown pubic bush. He even had small balls hanging low in a hairy sac. Before any sucking was to take place though, I felt cold smooth glass against my ass.

Luckily, Wayne had me pretty relaxed and loosened up. He twisted the base of the bottle directly against my asshole, but it didn’t give. The feeling was amazing though. At this point, I was looking back at Wayne, but Ricky didn’t much care for this. His inner prison rapist must have kicked in. “What you lookin’ at, bitch. Get your lips around this big Mexican dick.” I wanted to laugh. Big? I was used to much bigger. He did have a great muscular body though, so I dove in, instantly taking his cock down my throat (easily) until his pubic hair was tickling my nose. This must have relaxed me just enough because Wayne, who was still twisting the bottle but now at an angle, finally had success. My ass lips opened up just a bit more, and the bottle snuck into my ass. The pain was overwhelming. I felt like someone had used a car jack to break the bones in my pelvic region. Wayne, not realizing this part of the game was entirely NOT FUN for me, pushed on. Two seconds later, just the neck of the bottle stuck out from my ass.

Wayne began laughing. “Check this out, Jose.” I have no idea if Jose checked it out or not because I was getting my throat completely worked over by Ricky. Paco remained in his throat fucking position, stroking his huge delicious cock.

“Damn this boy’s got a great throat,” Ricky exclaimed. “Jose, you gotta try this out, yo.”

“Nah, dude, I’m cool,” Paco said more firmly than nervously.

“Your loss, dude,” Ricky replied.

Wayne, sounding oddly sincere, as if he forgot to ask his houseguest if he wanted a beverage asked, “Would you rather tap this ass? I can take out the bottle.”

“Dudes, I’m not into this faggot shit. I don’t want his shit on my dick.”

“It’s a shame for you,” Wayne said to me, “because his dick is the biggest.” Then back to Jose, Wayne said, “Jack off in front of him…it’ll drive him crazy not being able to suck on that bone, dude.”

Out of my peripheral vision on each of Ricky’s backwards thrusts, I saw Jose thinking about it. Then, THANK GOD, he began unbuttoning his pants and unzipped them. Out plopped this longest, thickest cock I had ever seen on a Mexican. While Paco’s dick was great, this cock was divine. Honestly about 11 inches long, it was perfectly straight with a nice big head (he was cut) and uniformly 6 inches around from tip to base. Surprisingly, he had big egg sized balls that were perfectly smooth and he obviously trimmed his pubic bush.

“See this cock, faggot, you ain’t never getting it.” And with that, he began slowly pumping it.

Meanwhile, back at the bottle, Wayne began toying with me. He would slowly pull it out until it was about to plop out on its own. Then, quite cruelly, he would thrust it back in until just the neck remained visible. This went on for a bit, and while I was having this disappointing cock hitting my tonsils in front, I was eager for Wayne to start fucking me again. I was getting thirsty. And what was up with his fascination of sticking foreign objects into my ass? At that point, he pulled out the bottle altogether and I suddenly wasn’t sure if that last thought was internal or if I had actually spoken it.

“Damn, dudes, I need to bust this nut,” the quiet and stoned Paco spoke up.

“Hold on,” Wayne said and grabbed a glass from the top of his television. A little bit of water was in the glass and he dumped it on the carpet beside us. “Let’s all cum in this and force him to drink it.”

“Let me see it,” Paco said. “I can’t hold back no more.”

I wanted to see him cum, but Ricky’s handling of my head with his big hands prevented me from seeing anything. Wayne, in the meantime, began fucking me again, perhaps trying to build his load back up to the shooting point. Paco began grunting. From what I could hear, his climax lasted about 5 seconds and he was done. What a disappointment, I thought--such a nice dick.

Ricky then pulled out of my throat saying, “Give me the glass.” From my position, still getting pummeled by Wayne, I saw Paco reach his hand over with the glass in it. I was SHOCKED. The glass was a typical sized drinking cup, but Paco’s load was quite heavy. Cum smeared the side of it where he obviously shot his load and it gathered in the bottom of the glass, filling it about ¾ of an inch. The boy was gonna try and drown me!

Ricky then held the glass – I remember it very clearly – with his right hand and placed the head of his dick in it, holding it at an angle. He had the most dramatic orgasm, gasping and moaning, getting quite loud. His actual cum shot out in about 5 average sized spurts, adding about ¼ of an inch to the thick puddle deposited by Paco.

Wayne meanwhile was thrusting his heart out. I knew he was going for it, and he really wanted to show up the other guys. After about 5 more minutes, with Paco and Ricky resting on the bed watching the show and Jose fisting his own cock, now a little closer to the bed, tantalizingly close to my throat – his dick was enormous! – Wayne yelled, “Cup! Cup!”

Ricky quickly reached the cup out to Wayne who pulled out of my ass. He began cumming, while I remained in the same position. Despite not seeing it, I knew it was good. Paco gasped. “Damn, Wayne…when was the last time you came?”

I turned and looked back, intrigued. Wayne was squeezing the last drops of cum from his dick. The glass had about another ½ inch at least added to the pool. So far, about an inch and a half of cum in this glass.

“My turn,” Jose said walking over, still stroking, and taking the glass from Wayne. This I actually got to witness. He held his dick aimed at the glass and shot thick globs of cum into the bottom. Honestly, he didn’t cum as much as Paco or Wayne, but his shots were BY FAR the thickest I had ever seen shoot out of a cock. Literally like three strips of rope. When he was finished, Wayne took the glass back.

“You ready, queer?” Wayne asked me. I nodded, pretending to not be so thirsty for this substantial amount of cum. “You’re going to drink this down, all of it, and if I ever catch you doing any of that faggoty shit again, you’ll be drinking a glass full of piss.” I took the glass he handed me and held it to my lips. The group of straight boys watched, waiting for me to gulp it down. I couldn’t disappoint my audience. I tipped the glass, and a big thick wave of cum came splashing down around my lips. I chugged, swallowing this mixture of 4 different sperm loads, savoring the saltiness. I chugged about 4 big gulps, and it was gone.

Paco just looked at me afterwards as I licked the cum from my lips. “Damn,” was all he could say.

After I handed the glass back to Wayne, he looked at me and said, “Now get the fuck out of here.” Of course he was going to say something like that. There were straight coworkers watching. I stood and reached down to pick up my clothes. “No, faggot--leave naked!” The others laughed.

“But…” I pleaded.

“I said get the fuck out!” and with that, Wayne pushed me roughly towards the door. I managed to at least grab my keys off the table and made my way to the door. Luckily, I had my gym clothes in the car. I even managed to make it without anyone seeing me.

Work didn’t change much, except for Jose. Jose would say to me, “You want another load, faggot?” He was trying to be a smart ass, thinking I was humiliated. But I did want another load from his horse cock. He never seemed to like it and would always storm off when I told him this. I doubt I’ll ever get his cock.

Paco lets me suck him off every once in awhile, especially after he’s been drinking. He’s fucked me twice, but for some reason, he’s much better at fucking a throat than he is with fucking ass. I’m just glad his girlfriend won’t suck his cock. She better not take it up as a hobby. Ricky, on the other hand, has never requested more action, which is fine with me. Aside from being sexy as hell with a stacked body, his dick is smaller than I need.

As for Wayne, he still uses my ass too. Since that night, he’s managed to get cucumbers (the fat ones), coke bottles (he likes these better since they’re so much longer than beer bottles…fine with me!), and even his fist into my ass, but neither of us liked the fist very much. He said it felt gross and weird; I think it feels uncomfortable. In total, I’ve taken about 6 more loads of Wayne’s down my throat and about 4 or 5 in my ass. Funny thing is, he’s back with his girlfriend. Straight boys are great!

That’s alllllll folks!