Gay Erotic Stories

“Tyson?” we replied although we knew something of the gossip that surrounded him. Michael leaned forward conspiratorially, in his element. “Well you’ve all heard about that one. He’s the hardest in town, six four of pure muscle and he doesn’t take prisoners, hence the nickname.” One of us said “How do you mean?” prompting Michael for further details.

“Well you take on Tyson at your peril, his dick, I mean that isn’t natural that thing, it’s a weapon” Michael looked at each of us as we hung on his words. “I was in the men’s room one time and he came in, hung around eyeing me, so I asked him, “You want some?” He got that thing out and I was scared. Ain’t no way he was putting that thing up this boy. I swear, it’s a foot long, and wide with it.”

“What did you do?” Some of us had heard the story.

“Well I backed into a cubicle and sat down. He comes in and puts it in my mouth. Harder than steel, that monster, but he let me do the work on it. Shit man, it pumped out so much it was everywhere, but I didn’t care, if that thing had gone up my back pussy I wouldn’t have walked for a week, no way”.

One of the others said, “You heard about young Eddie?” Eddie was a slim blond boy who hung out at the club. “Eddie didn’t know Tyson and went up to him one night. Tyson took him upstairs”. Upstairs meant the private rooms where guys could get off. “Well Tyson put Eddie face down, he never saw what was coming, and after he had finished they had to put Eddie in a taxi home!”

“I heard he wasn’t found until they were closing up and they had to carry him out,” said another.

Michael leaned back, “I tell you no-one who knows him will do that guy.”

I have to say I was fascinated. As the evening went on and people started to drift away, I found myself staring at this person, standing silent at the bar. There was no question he was a magnificent sight. Eventually I was alone and my curiosity got the better of me. I walked over. “Hi there” a bit unoriginal but I was nervous, my brain was going overtime. He looked straight at me. My legs felt weak. He nodded, slowly, picked up his car keys and said, “Come on then.”

He was silent in the car. I felt increasingly nervous, why had I done it. But there seemed to be no way out, there was no way I was going to risk crossing that silent menacing figure. We pulled up at an apartment block and I followed him up. My legs seemed to be all over but somehow I kept up. He opened the door and led me into his bedroom. It was plain, a metal bedstead, sparse furniture. I sat on the bed, legs giving way. “Strip off” he said, leaving the room.

He was naked when he came back, a tube of lube in his massive hand. They hadn’t been telling tales about his cock either--twelve by two wide; straight apart from the fold of his foreskin and the purple black tip.

“Kneel” he said. Clumsily I dropped to the floor. Obediently I took it in my mouth. He just stood still as I worked my tongue on that tip, breathing heavily. My hands clasped his butt, rock hard, everything about him was rock hard.

Eventually my tongue was aching and he pulled back. “Lube your ass,” he said, handing me the tube. I was scared now, I struggled to get the cap off, a cold sweat was running down my back. I worked at my anus. Glancing up I saw his face, expressionless. “Get up,” he said. I just about managed it. He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the bed, pushing me down, torso on it, my legs over the side. My cock had been stiff during the oral but it was limp now, pointing to the floor.

I felt his legs between mine; forcing them apart, and then I felt his tip brushing my sweating cheeks. His hands pulled them apart and his tip was against my anus. I was petrified. My own hands were stretched out, clutching the other side of the bed. His hands moved to my shoulders again and gripped. As his fingers clutched I let out spurt of pee in sheer terror. Then he thrust.

My head exploded. Nothing could describe the pain as that massive pole pushed up inside me. Every nerve ending was on fire. Tears were running down my cheeks. I was completely and totally helpless. As it reached all the way inside I felt his hot breath on my neck.

But if that was bad the fucking was worse. He was thrusting like a steam hammer. I swear that I could feel that cock at the back of my mouth. He was completely merciless, absorbed in his fucking.

Gradually the fireworks in my head and my burning ass started to have their effect on me. First my nipples went erect, like nuggets. I felt my penis hardening, his thrusts pushing it against the bed; all the time his rhythmic slapping against my cheeks. Eventually I was out of it, jizz squirting and whimpers of pleasure coming out of my mouth. If anything, that made him fuck harder and I gasped at the renewed onslaught.

Then he pulled out. I lay helpless, anus burning, legs and cheeks like jelly. Suddenly an enormous jet of come was burning into my back and ass cheeks like acid. It was followed by more; at least a dozen squirts drenched me, running over my cheeks, into my crack, everywhere. Involuntarily my hands whipped round to my ass, desperate to rub in the come and also to grab some to taste.

I looked round, sucking my fingers, his face, expressionless. “When you done, get dressed bitch.”