Gay Erotic Stories

The college test in English literature was coming up fast. I didn’t read the required books; I was expecting Jason to tutor me. Jason was somewhat smaller and less developed in sports. He was often looking over at me. My suspicions were that he secretly lusted after me. Now I was straight, but I needed help in English; I just couldn't be bothered studying, but I knew that I could count on Jason to help me.

It was the third time in the last couple of weeks that he came over to my place or me to his to study. I used up a lot of his time and what was he getting out of it? Sometimes if he was getting tired and bored of helping me out I would play on his weaknesses. The last times in his room, I would lift up my shirt and scratch my hairy stomach. His eyes would stare in lust and then look away blushing. It would keep him working there for me. Another time I was sweating after practice. He suggested that I shower in his adjoining bathroom. I felt a little funny since I knew he would be eyeing me over. I had shut the door, but came out in my boxers. I think he liked the hair that covered my lean muscular body. I had it on my chest, stomach, legs, and arms. I lay back on his bed, with my eyes closed as he told the whole story chapter-by-chapter of the novel we were supposed to have read. He would go a few hours this way. I even had him write up a paper for me so I could go on a date with this hot girl.

Anyway all good things must come to an end. There is eventually a price to be paid. Apparently Jason had tutored a few tough looking jocks. They knew he was gay and wanted me. They knew he would help them if they struck a deal. It happened one night when his parents weren't at home. He was helping me with my English course. The doorbell rang and in came two of the biggest, rough looking guys a couple of years older. They also came up to the room we were studying in.

They started to ask questions like didn't you know that Jason wanted something out of this one sided relationship? What girl did I go out with last Saturday, and what did I do for her? They reminded me that Jason does all my dirty work. It was time for me to pay up.

I acted surprised, but started to get worried. These guys looked threatening. What were they up to? They then changed the topic and started to talk about some new wrestling moves in gym. They insisted to practice on me. I told them no, I had to study, but they insisted it was for Jason. Jason even urged them on. Yeah... look how many times I did stuff for you and you won't even show me the wrestling moves. I felt cornered with no way out so I agreed. I was not bad at wrestling.

It was skins against shirts and I was supposed to be skins. I threw off my shirt... Then I started wrestling with one of the guys who far out weighed me. Jason watched transfixed as my body thrashed around on his bed. However, he got me in a lock with my hands above my head. The other guy tied my wrists to the bed frame. I screamed out at him that those were not the rules. Then both the guys yanked off my shorts and socks. I was left in my boxers. Then they tied my ankles to the bed board.

I looked over to Jason and asked for him to get help. He said he had helped me enough already. It was time for him to help himself. Jason told me about how he often stared at me wondering what it would be like to run his fingers over my hairy chest, finger my hairy legs, tickle under my armpits. He felt that I was using him... teasing him... but this was going to end.

The other guys asked if he needed them anymore. Jason said he should be okay on his own with me, but maybe they should stick around because I might be awfully mad when he untied me. They waited outside the door snickering at my expected fate. One said, "Give it to him Jason."

Jason agreed to untie my legs if I didn't kick. He told me he'd have to call the guys back in. He untied and caressed my ankles and legs. It tickled so I couldn't help but to kick. The guys came back into hold my legs down... each on one leg. They made me swallow something. The guys joked that I would have no problem keeping it hard now. Jason started to caress my body, exploring my feet, legs, stomach, arms, whiskers, underarms... He would inhale and told me he loved the way I smelled. He would keep petting and stroking along my body. It made me shake with fear, anger, and embarrassment.

Suddenly one of the guys laughed. He said, “Look it's starting to work. He’s getting a hard on.”

I started cursing them. I tried to thrash and get away, working up a sweat. I pleaded for them to let me go. The guys laughed and chatted, “Pay up…pay up...”

Jason started to softly run his fingers under my boxers making my hair stand on end. He teased lowering the waist band inch-by-inch. Finally my cock popped out... all 7.5 inches. Then out flopped my balls.

“Holy smokes!” said one of the big guys, “I can see why you might like him Jason. Well Jason we don't have all night. Get your payment for all your effort.”

The guys snapped pictures of me naked to be used against me should I tell. I pleaded again to have them let me go. Jason asked the guys to go. He spoke to me alone. He told me how long he had wanted me and reminded me of how I had used him. He told me that I had to choice. I could let him play with my body for a couple of hours of my own free will, or I could have the other guys watch as he masturbated me to a few ejaculations.

I told him that I would willingly let him do the stuff if the other guys were outside the room. The other guys shouted in, “Do you need us?”

Jason said, “No, not right now.” Jason even untied me. I was too worn out and shaken to try to leave. He asked me to relax and put my arms behind my head exposing my armpits. He also asked me to spread apart my legs. He continued to play with every area of my body. I tried desperately hard not to cum, but I couldn't help it.

I tried to move away, but he called guys. “I might need you…”

I said, “Sorry ... please don't call them in!”

He started to masturbate me again talking about how much he was enjoying this. He needed to dominate me and see me out of my mind in sexual tension.

I came three times. Then I was allowed to leave. I was shaken and broken in spirit.

As I left Jason said, “I will help you on your next assignment.”

I only stared at him in surprise and embarrassment.

“Yeah...right,” I said.

“No, really I mean it. You know my price.”

Tarzan