Gay Erotic Stories

Note: Still only make believe, but I think somewhere it did happen. Like before, if you are less than 18, read Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn as I see them as a couple gay kids. If you feel compelled to have sex, PLAY SAFE and NEVER PUT YOUR DICK WHERE YOU NEED PROTECION (READ CONDOM) WITHOUT ONE ON AND IN GOOD CONDITION.

Going Home Again Chapter 2

Tuesday and Wednesday, Vernon was waiting for me by my truck as on Monday. On those days, after going to our private “make out place” in the park, I would again lower his pants and expose his cock which would be hard. I would then lick it and kiss the bullet shaped knob. I don’t think it ever got to be over five inches in length and less than a cheap frankfurter in girth. I pitied the poor fool who was letting me know how deformed he was.

I had learned my lesson well so I did not speak to my cousin except to answer “Yes, Sir.” when questioned by him. The questions got more personal by the day and on Wednesday I was asked, “You are starting to enjoy being my slave?” My answer, “Yes, Sir.”; “You like to suck my cock, Slave?” My answer, “Yes, Sir.”; “Do you hope I let you kiss my asshole, Slave?” My answer, “Yes, Sir.” At that point in the interrogation, Vernon turned and presented his buttocks to my face. I spread his ass cheeks and revealed a hairless small pink anal pucker. I thought for a moment that I had licked Clarisa’s pussy which smelled worse than Vernon’s anus so I extended my tongue and gave my cousin’s butt hole a couple good swipes with my tongue.

My compliance seemed to startle Vernon and he turned back to place his cock into my mouth. “I didn’t think you would kiss my ass, Dirk. You are making this easy for me. You must be a busy cocksucker with your dark skin pals.” Vernon said as he squirted his little cum load onto my tongue. I stood up and helped my cousin pull up his pants.

“I have never sucked a cock nor kissed an ass hole before yours,” I said as I turned away from my cousin and again we departed in separate directions.

As Vernon opened his truck’s door to get in, he turned to me and almost shouted, “I DON’T BELIEVE YOU, COCKSUCKER!”

Each time we parted I went to the fast food place George worked and we went over my, or I should say, our plan of revenge. On that Wednesday, George groped my cock as we sat in my truck drinking soft drinks. “Feels good, Dirk,” he said and then I grasped George’s hard prick through his pant leg. It felt big and hard. I think my smile told my black friend what I was thinking.

Thursday, in the park, I was ordered to lower my pants and shorts. I knew I was ready to be fucked and Vernon did manage to get in my ass with his cock head and about an inch of his shaft. Being that he was in me so shallow, he kept slipping out and I finished him in my mouth as usual.

Friday was a replay of Thursday and I was insulted by several more questions I had to answer “Yes, Sir.” to. “Do you want me to fuck you good? And “Do you want to be my slave forever?“ were typical of Vernon’s demeaning questions.

After sucking his prick to a small climax, Vernon said he wanted me to go to the movie that evening with him. He told me that the movie was about some Greek tragedy and afterwards I would get to suck his cock good. I told him how my mother wanted me to take her to Olathe to her cousin’s birthday party so I would miss all that fun.

“We can go next Friday and you can give me a tongue bath like I saw in a movie on the internet,” Vernon stated as though it would be a treat for me to service him in that way.

Shortly after leaving my cousin in the park, I was with George. “It is on, George, “ I said with a smile. “Now it is up to you and Jim and Boots.” Those last two names were the names of the two black guys that George had hired to help him carry out my plan.

“We have everything under control and you just go have fun in Olathe with your mum,” George replied. I felt good. I had not yet made up my mind to have a party with the three black guys, but I was having a better feeling about it all the time.

Friday afternoon I did drive my mother to Olathe, Kansas and we had a good time at Cousin Ruth’s birthday party. The food was good and the gathering was a happy one. I actually forgot Vernon for a good fifteen minutes. My mind, however was on how well my plan was doing back in North Kansas City.

I slept fitfully that Friday night and it was not because of the bed. The bed was a wonderful feather bed that anybody would sleep well in. My mind was back in North Kansas City.

At eight thirty Saturday morning, I called George’s cell phone number. I knew he should be in the barn. “Hello, who’s this???” I told George it was me. “Hi, Buddy! You should have been in the spy business.. (a minute of happy laughter) It went like you said it would. He is in bed with Boots sleeping like a baby.” I told George I was happy and would be home in the late afternoon. “That’s OK. He called his mother and told her he was staying with friends until six o‘clock tonight..” I said I hoped the boys were being friendly and George laughed. “Don’t see how they could be more friendly than they are.” We closed off the call so George could get some more sleep.

When I got back to Kansas City with my mother about 2:30 PM, I left her at home and went directly to the old barn in North KC. I called George and he said to bring eight or ten hamburgers, a lot of French fries and some more beer. The guys were hungry from all the exercise they had been getting.

The door was locked so I knocked three raps and then a few seconds later I knocked four raps. That was the agreed upon signal. I waited well over a minute or so and knocked the signal number of raps again. George, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts opened the door.

I hugged my black friend and handed him the three sacks of food. After a few words, he took me to the old tack room. There on a cot was Vernon, stark naked with a black guy our age laying on top of him, and I had to guess that the guy’s black cock was well in use in my cousin’s fuck hole.

“Stick your cock in his mouth. He is a natural great cocksucker, Dirk,” George suggested and I was pleased to do just that to the guy who had been torturing me all week. Vernon’s eyes were closed so he did not know that he finally had a white cock in his mouth but he began to suck me and he moaned like he was very pleased with what I let him have. I slipped my prick into Vernon’s throat and he gagged and opened his eyes.

“Oh, Dirk!” my cousin murmured, “Is that cock yours? It‘s good.” Vernon went back to sucking me.

“That’s a nice piece of meat, Dirk Sure looks suckable.” the black fucker said as he watched Vernon slurping on my prick. “I’m Jim and this is the third time today I’ve screwed this asshole.” I said I was glad to meet this friend of George as I pulled my hard rod out of Vernon’s mouth and he almost sobbed when I did. “I kinds like honky cock oncet and a bit,” Jim added still looking at my hard fuck rod.

In an arm chair a few feet away, another Afro American lad of our age, was stretched out resting. A black cock of seven to eight inches was limpid and laying curled over his thigh. George laughed and said, “Boots slept with his prick up Miss Vee’s ass all night and he fucked her twice that I saw. He is tired now but happy now he‘s been well sucked off..”

“Miss Vee??? Why are you calling Vernon Miss Vee?” I asked.

“Jim started calling him that right after he sucked Jim off and so we all gave him that name, I guess.” George told me. “After last night, Jim and Boots went home for six or seven hours so I had Miss Vee all to my self. They are taking some final exams in school.”

I told George we should sit down as I wanted to hear the details of the night with Vernon.

George sat on an old sofa my father had covered with a blanket when he stored it in this building. As he sat there, his black penis popped out of his fly in his boxer shorts. “I just put these shorts on to answer the door,” my friend and co-conspirator laughed. “To tell the truth, the first time you knocked I was sucking off Boots’s cock and he was shooting his jizz while you waited. This place is like a cocksucker’s heaven. It just seems to make everything sexy.”

“I have no idea why that should be, but it seems to be the right place for my revenge against,” I paused for a minute. “Miss Vee,” I finished and laughed.

“Well, Jim and Boots and me, we had a lot of fun with Miss Vee’s ass but when we got hot and wanted to suck on a cock for ourselves, that little thing he carries is more like a match stick than a prick.”” George with one hand reached for my semi-hard cock hanging out of my fly and began to stroke his in front of me with his other hand. “This is something I could enjoy for hours,” my black friend added. “You are a fuckin’ hot piece, you know.” “I am up for it, George, but now I want to hear the details of my plan and how clever I was getting you guys to carry it out.” I said but I left his black hand still stroking my now hard cock.

“Well, Dirk, here is the story.” George began. “While your cousin was in the movie, we found his truck and pulled a wire loose. Vernon came out of the movie and we are hidden and he tries to start his truck. It won’t start.” My black friend looked at me and smiled. “So I come up to him and asks if I can help him and he says he don’t know diddily about engines so I tell him I can take him to a garage I know so he gets in my car. I have that can of soda you doctored up and I start to drink from my can. I asks him iffen he wants a can of soda and he says he does so he drinks your dope.”

“How long before he passed out?” I asked as I wanted to know if the amount of sedative I used was right.

“Like 15 minutes he’s asleep. We rushed him here, stripped him and tied him up in about 10 minutes more and by then Jim has fixed his truck and had it hidden back of this barn..”

“How about the pictures?” I inquired as I had not seen any yet. George handed me twelve or fifteen pictures of Vernon in all kinds of poses and with all kinds of cocks in his mouth and his ass. The penises were all hard black and big! These were good pictures and then George told me that Boots was a student photographer and had been the director of the performance. Very artistic poses, I thought.

“So when the jerk wakes up, we are all naked and stroking our big black cocks almost in his face. We ain’t done nothing’ at that time. He screams like a little girl.” George laughed as he remember the screams. “Boots has the camera and he tells me to put Miss Vee on his knees while he has my dick in his mouth. He fights but he is a real wimp and a couple good slaps puts him in his place. From then on he is like a lady who knows she is going to be fucked and she might as well enjoy it.” George pulled my cock all the way out of my fly and engulfs it in his mouth. Man! That felt good. Much better than when Clarisa used to do it. “It was worth the wait, Dirk.” George said as he licked my shaft on the sides and under near my free hanging nuts.

“You do that too much and you’ll get a mouthful of hot cum,” I warned George and he laughed. “Oh, I don’t see where you guys whipped his ass with a belt.”

“We saved that for you. He belted you so you should get to belt him, we said.” George answered me.

“Well, in all these pictures you can’t make out who the guys are. They all just look like black guys raping a white guy.” I remarked. “Of course it is plain that the white guy is Vernon so how can I belt him as a white guy?”

“No problem, Dirk. We thought of that. You will stand behind my naked body and I will look like I am whipping the pig and you will be holding the belt that burns his butt.” George said. We tried it out but it took me nine times of laying my belt across Vernon’s bare ass before we got two good pictures. Vernon was screaming with each lash but we wanted good shots.

After the whipping pictures were taken, no one with any mercy in their soul would use Miss Vee’s ass as a fucking platform so we all started using his mouth more and then Jim thought of being rimmed and that took some time before we were all satisfied our assholes were clean enough.

“I notice that Vernon is not talking while he is making us happy,” I told George. George had by then pulled my pants down and my shorts had followed and he was using his mouth on my cock and balls like he had a claim on them.

“Well he yelled a lot at the beginning but we made him shut up. When he would yell, one of us would take him by the hair and force our cocks in his mouth and piss a bit of hot golden juice. He learned that, if he did not want the piss, he had to keep quiet and do as he was told.” George said as he took a couple of good wipes with his hot tongue over my sweaty balls.

“I don’t want you to stop doing your dirty work on my poor dick, but I want to talk to Vernon or Miss Vee for a minute or so,” I told George who was on his knees at my groin as his two friends watched and stroked their hard cocks. George nodded and stood up and told Vernon to crawl over to where I was sitting on the sofa.

My cousin paused on his hands and knees like a puppy dog in front of me. I looked at him and tried to remember all the demeaning things he had done to me in the last week. He looked so pitiful that I felt sorry for him. “Vernon, I hope you realize that you brought this on yourself.” I said, trying to be as stern as Mrs. Broom in my fourth grade class. Vernon tried to keep a straight face but he had to smile. I was amazed.

“You are only being paid back for your treatment of me, you know.” I said.

“You did not give him permission to speak,” George advised me. “He knows that he will get piss in his mouth if he speaks without permission.”

“All right, Vernon, you may speak up and tell me how you are.” I said, feeling funny that I had to give a person permission to speak.

“I am great, Cousin Dirk. I don’t know how you knew but you must have.” my cousin said to me with a big smile on his face.

“You have lost me, Vernon. What is it that I must have known?” I replied, still mystified by Vernon’s strange remark.

“That I have had a secret yearning to have sex with some hot black guys. I have fought against it for a long time but now I am free to live my dreams. Oh, I know I have been a bastard for years but that was because I was so very frustrated by society from doing what I wanted. I have been in the closet way too long and you have pulled me out.” My cousin looked me in the eye and I was sure he was sincere.

“Why did you pick on me like you did? I would never keep you from doing what you felt you wanted to do.” I said, feeling more confused.

For a long moment, my cousin stared at me as if he had never really saw me before and was filing me away in brain. “Well, all the aunts and uncles and the other cousins are always talking about Dirk and he did this and he did that and it just made me want to puke. I thought that I would bring you down and let the family know your stuff stinks like mine does in the toilet.”

“Funny,” I replied, “When I was around those people, it was Vernon they are always holding up to me.” I looked the naked young man in front of me over, and I wanted a better reason from him. “So far, Vernon, that is a poor set of reasons you did what you did.”

“Well, if you really knew what I did you would believe me. I wanted to be like you and have the black guys that are friendly with you being that way with me.” Vernon ended his statement by grabbing my semi-hard cock in his hand and trying to pull it towards his mouth.

I looked at Vernon, dumbstruck at his statement. “That does not make sense,” I said to my cousin. “I have black friends and Asian friends in school ‘cause I try to treat every guy by his character, not the color of his skin. I have never had sex with any of these guys.”

“I am sorry, Dirk, but I always thought you were enjoying all those big black dicks that would not have anything to do with me. I was wrong, but it was the only way I can think of that makes me so happy to have George and Jim and Boots let me suck their beautiful black penises and to have them fill my fuck hole with them.” Vernon stated as he looked at my cock that George had sucked up to a great hard on. “Please, Dirk, may I suck your big prick off to make up for what I did to you? I guess I like white hard cocks also cause I just got to suck your hot prick. Maybe I will tell you someday how I know it is a great hunk of meat to chew on.”

“You can suck me in a minute, but first tell me what you did that Friday in your room.” I said as I could not believe that little dick had fucked me.

“Well,” my cousin started, “You are so popular and I am not that I hated you. I got the idea to rape you from a story on the internet. When you were out from the drug in your wine, I took all your clothes off. I tried to make you suck my little cock but it did not work that way. Then I tried to fuck you and it did not work that way either. My dick would not stay hard ‘cause I was afraid you would come to and beat the shit out of me.” Vernon pause to take a breath.

“So, how did you finally rape me?” I asked and Vernon smiled.

“I sucked you off and you filled my mouth with cum. Then I put the cum in a syringe and stuck a cucumber up your ass hole. Oh, I put Vaseline on it first. Then I squeezed the syringe full of your cum up your hole. Then, I saw you had another hard on so I sucked you off again and put half of your cum up your ass and half in your mouth so you would think you had sucked me off. Then, an hour later, I sucked you off again and put all that cum in your fuck hole. Oh, that next and last time I sucked you off I swallowed all of your cum and it was real good.” I was astounded at my cousin’s confession but somewhat in awe of the method he used to make me think I had been truly raped. I wondered what had happened to the cucumber.

No wonder I was weak and stiff at the dance.

“And the pictures?” I asked.

“They took most of the time I had with you cause I did so many wrong.” my cousin went on. “That cucumber opened your ass hole real good so I could just drop my little dick in there and your mouth was easy but I had to make sure my peanut cock did not show.

“The part I am most sorry about was using my belt on your buttocks. Thinking of John made me do it, but you sure paid me back good today for that.” As Vernon spoke, he turned so the three blacks and I could see the red lines that crossed his buttocks several times. “Funny, I kinda liked you doing that. You were almost as good as John.”

“OK, Vernon, I want to be your friend so from now on you may speak when you want and you do not have to crawl to anybody and you don’t have to suck a cock you don’t want or take one up your ass when you don’t want. Is that clear, Vernon? I stated letting the three black guys know the new rules also.

“Thank you, Dirk. I don’t like much being a slave.” Vernon replied and reached for my tower of cock.

“Damn!” George exclaimed, “Just when we had Miss Vee like a good bitch.”

“And,” I almost yelled, “No more Miss Vee!!!! His name is Vernon” I said protectively. Vernon had a mouthful of white cock and could not comment.

Well until we had to take Vernon home so he would get a good night’s sleep before he went to church with his mother Sunday morning, the five of us partied and learned new and exciting ways to make ourselves and our friends cum and enjoy doing it.

I may have been a virgin when I went to that old barn that afternoon but I lost all traces of that elusive feature before I left some hours later. We ended with each of us being equals except in the size of our sex tools. I have to admit I came in second in that contest.

Now back to the beginning of my story. (See Chapter 1.)

I got a four week leave from where I am in California and had the money to fly roundtrip to old KC.

George was now night manager of the fast food place. Jim and Boots had joined the Navy, and Vernon was working at the lumber yard driving a lumber truck.

I had written a head to Vernon to arrange a three day weekend in their cabin up on the Blue River for him and me and George. Somehow, I just knew it would be great to have a slightly submissive guy along to be the cook and the dishwasher and the bed maker as well as one of the cum dumps .I think I was hoping George would also be slightly submissive. I would only be one of those things as I wanted to get some rest before taking on the gays in Kansas City.

I‘m pretty sure there is more of my hum-drum life that might amuse you. If you do like it, my email is dirkvonheiserstahl@yahoo.com. Please be kind as I am not much of a writer. All comments will be considered and I hope to jerk off to some of the better ones.