Gay Erotic Stories

As the words echoed through the Doctor's laboratory, all the football players who'd been standing waiting for their turn with the groupie-whore in the box froze and turned.

They'd all been invited here by coach, who'd explained to them that some hot groupie bitch had slipped him a note saying she wanted to service the whole team with two provisos: 1) The team could never see who she was to protect her reputation (thus the black lucite box in which she was hidden, with coffee mug sized holes carved at either end); and 2) the team could use her luscious red lips or her tight little ass, put not her pussy. That was good enough for them. Six guys had already taken advantage of the whore, leaving her ass-cheeks and mouth dripping with jizz, and two more were getting ready to line-up when there was the interruption at the door.

"What the FUCK is going on here??", another voice repeated.

Coach stepped forward, toward matching twin boys, and without a hesitation or stutter, explained the situation.

"Yeah, so where's our pretty boy step-brother?" Dean Skelos sneered.

"Leave it to that asshole to miss out on something like this," Gene Skelos laughed, smacking his brother on the back.

The doctor smiled from across the room, knowing, of course that their step- brother Cooper McLaughlin was not missing out on this at all. In fact, Copper WAS the groupie whore who'd just ingested three loads of cum, while another three had been blasted into his rectum. Immobilized by a strong tranquilizer cocktail that included roofs and viagra, the hunky quarterback had been lain facedown in a mesh hammock. His asshole and face had been hot-axed to remove any sign of masculinity, his body doused with cheap perfume, his lips painted an inviting glossy magenta, and his cock encased in a silicon milking machine. The milker felt amazingly like a female pussy when it was heated up. Lubricating jelly oozed from its pores at pre-arranged intervals as the silicone sleeve milked and caressed Coop's impressive uncut 8" cock. The doctor controlled the speed, torturing the young buck by edging him over and over and over. In fact, between the roofies, which made sexual resistance impossible, the viagra which increased sexual need, and the forced edging, Cooper McLaughlin was practically anything that would guarantee release. He'd been instructed to service the team -- his friends -- over and over until they were done. Each time he did, he would be allowed an orgasm.

The doctor was not doing this purely for sexually altruistic reasons. Coop's sexual prowess was legendary. The doctor, in the course of giving him a "special" examination, had witnessed the muscular young quarterback ejaculate twelve thick hose-blasts of cum at one session. When he saw that, he knew that he would be able to use Cooper McLaughlin in his private fertility clinic. In separate rooms, the doctor had set up gurneys on which some of the richest women in the state had been prepped for fertilization. Legs, spread, they eagerly awaited the impregnation that their husbands could not provide. Of course, they would never stoop so low as to actually have sex to get their babies, so a tube had been inserted, cervix-deep, that led unnoticed through a hole in the wall, ran across the floor into the box, and directly to Cooper's milking device. After being edged over a dozen times, Coop would be sure to blast a huge load, which was shot pneumatically through the tube and into the deepest part of each woman's vagina. For this service the doctor was paid $10,000 -- and another $40,000 once the pregnancy was confirmed.

"Our mom is looking for Coop -- any of you dicks know where he is?", Dean asked

The group grumbled its dissent.

"I'm sure he'll show up here shortly," Coach encouraged, "Why don't you wait for him. And while you're waiting, why not have a turn with this slut?"

Dean and Gene looked at each other for a second. "Well, we're not on the football team, but we are on the rugby tam. I guess that counts" Gene laughed as he pulled off his tee-shirt.

"Works for me," Dean laughed, as he got shirtless. The dark-haired, dark-eyed twins were nearly identical. Only a small circular birthmark beside his smile, like a dimple, separated Dean from Gene. The muscular, olive-skinned youths were totally smooth except for a forest of black hair that thatched their armpits and a jet black treasure-trail leading from their "out" belly-buttons. The treasure trail and their sharply defined obliques seemed to form an arrow pointing down into their jeans. Their perfectly rounded pecs rose and fell at nearly the same time, capped by quarter-sized nipples that were so dark they were nearly purple.

They walked up to the front hole together.

"Hope you can see this, bitch," Dean called into the box as both brothers began to palm the bulge in their jeans. Coop could see. He could see really well the outline of each dick as it lengthened and grew. Fuck, man, he shared a room at home with these twerps. If they ever found out it was him inside this box…he'd be their bitch forever.

Suddenly there was a humming from inside the box.

"What's that?" Gene asked, still palming his erection.

"She likes you boys," the Coach answered, "she turned on her vibrator so she can tease herself as she watches."

"Oh shit," Dean laughed, "this whore really wants it!"

In fact the humming was the insidious doctor's milking device. It had the effect of massaging Cooper's 100% heterosexual cock into full erection as he was forced to watch his step-brother's strip show. The manipulation kick-started the roofies and the viagra, and as much as Coop wanted to fight the feelings, he couldn't.

"Show us how much you want it, whore," Dean continued.

Coop ran his tongue over his lips making them more wet and alluring. He opened his mouth wide. Without any additional invitation, the Skelos brothers dropped their pants. A matching pair of long, thick, uncut Greek cocks throbbed in the air. As the nine-inch cocks bounced with life, the foreskin of each retracted slightly from the purple shafts to reveal just a hint of fiery red tips, moist, glistening and ready to be sucked.

"I'll toss for it, to see who gets sucked first?" Gene asked

"Fuck that, let her suck both at once!"

The brothers stepped forward and presented their dicks.

"It's like a cock smorgasbord! This bitch doesn't know where to start first. Don't worry honey, you won't run out of cock, I promise!" Dean sneered

Coop pressed forward against the wall of the box and began tongue-lapping at Dean's cock. He was strangely attracted to the heat of the throbbing obilisque, and lapped hungrily at the cum-slit till he tasted salty liquid.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Dean moaned.

Coop turned slightly to the right and Gene's cock pressed against his mouth, anxious for attention. Softly, Coop gripped the soft fold of foreskin between his teeth and, pulling back, stretched it. Then, releasing it, he leant forward, peeling the foreskin back from the knob with just his lips and tongue, bathing it with spit.

"Yesssssss," Gene hissed. "She's gotta suck my cock, Dean. You take her ass, ok?"

Dean stepped back, to show the girl in the box what she was about to get in her ass. He gripped his dark cock at the base and SLAPPED it hard against his palm. "K. I'll fuck her up the ass."

Gene waited til his brother was at the the rear of the box. Dean ran the length of his cock against the sweet, smooth, ass-cheeks. It didn't matter to him that it was mottled with dried cum, or that some cream still oozed from the pink hole. "You ready, Gene?"

"Yeah, Dean, I am."

The identical boys lined their cocks up at each respective hole. They gripped the edge of the box for leverage, and with a nod, each Greek God began to fill the whore with cock. Both moved at the exact same speed -- slow enough to enjoy the initial ride. Both felt heat… wetness… then a gripping sensation -- Gene as the girl's gag reflexes tried to rid itself of the fat object being shoved throat-deep; Dean as at the girl's rectum tried to push his massive cock free. Then the boys both pulled out at the same agonizingly slow speed.

Coop's brain was on overload as his step-brothers skewered him from either end, each thick cock hot and teasing. His own dick was being milked at the same speed. That mother-fucking doctor was making sure Coop was having his cock teased at the same speed as his step-bothers.

The group was cheering them on, knowing how the whore must be in sweet agony. From behind the brothers truly looked like Greek statues, their olive-toned bodies glistening with sweat. Gripping the edge of the box, their forearms taut and biceps bulging, their backs formed a perfect vee from shoulder to waist. Their calves and thighs flexed and released, bearing the brunt of this Herculean effort.

Now the brothers began to pick up speed, and the devious doctor did the same to Coop's milking machine. But it wasn't just speed that the brothers increased…it was power. The cock-thrusts were matched by chests and pelvises SLAMMING against the lucite. The brothers were sex incarnate. No longer content to have their cock's merely serviced, they now embodied pure animal need. Grunting and moaning as they reamed the girl from both ends in a way they could NEVER fuck a girl in ordinary circumstances, the twins were channeling eighteen years of pent-up sexual need into one amazing fuck.

"Throat it, whore," Gene growled, as if the bitch even had a choice.

"I am RUINING your ass, bitch," Dean thundered as he bounced against the soft asscheeks, his body SLAMMING against the box. A thin, barely noticeable crack appeared in the lucite.

Each brother was headed over the edge, butting against the box as more and more cracks began to spider-web outwards. With a mighty slam, the lucite box smashed, splintering as it sent sparkling shards of black pastic showering down upon a sweat-bathed Cooper McLaughlin, Gene Skelos' cock stretching his lips and Dean Skelos' cock shoved rectum-deep

For a moment there was dead silence in the room. Dean pulled out, and thundered over to Gene who pulled his cock free. They looked at each other and then began stoking their cocks, aimed straight at Cooper. Every muscle in their twin physiques contracted as their cocks began to spit cum all over their prone step-brother.

"Take it…faggot", Dean moaned, hosing an amazingly thick load across Cooper's tongue.

"Take it…faggot", Gene echoed, blasting his own monstrous load across Cooper's lips and chin.

One by one, each member of the team stepped up to feed their cum to Cooper McLaughlin with that simple mantra: "Take it…faggot"

From the next room, they could hear a woman's screams as she was being pneumatically fed the biggest cumload Cooper ever shot.