Gay Erotic Stories

I guess I should start from the beginning; that’s usually the best place. I was fourteen when my father kicked me out of his house. My mother died at birth and he raised me and my two older brothers as a single dad. I suppose I have always known I was gay, but I also knew not to speak it. My family was always laughing at faggots on TV. They were the ones infected with AIDS, the ones that were the waste of all the land. Still I was what I was. It is hard to find someone like you in a small town, but Bobby Lee was it. He and I explored our sexuality to no end, that is until my father found us together. We were just kissing but that was enough to send him into a rage. He beat the crap out of me that night. All I remember about that horrible time was pain. Pain and his voice repeating, “No son of mine is going to be a faggot.” The next day my stuff was at the door, and he told me to get out. I left. In my young mind this was the best I could do. For the next three years I lived and matured on the road. I lived in the wilderness, under bridges, riding trains and sleeping in the cars, but I lived. I won’t say it was horrible; it was like I was camping all year round. In the winter I was in Florida or Texas and in the summer I went north to Washington, or west to California. I was in San Diego the summer I turned eighteen, but the nights were starting to get cold already. Reluctantly I left San Diego and started my trip toward the warmer states. I had just started and was on I-10 waiting for a ride, but mainly just walking. Yes I know that it’s illegal to be on an interstate without a car, but hell: if it got me a ride I didn’t care. A group of bikers flew past me, the engines to their Harleys blaring in my head. They took the next exit and pulled into a McDonald’s. I had money and decided breakfast sounded good. Besides it would give me a chance to check out their bikes. I had eaten my small breakfast and was in the process of examining one of the bikes when they came out. “Hey, kid.” It was a butch looking one with a full mustache that connected to his full beard and side-burns. “I wasn’t doing anything to it,” I said starting to back away. “Weren’t you on the interstate a while back?” “Yeah.” “You want a ride?” I looked at the other ones: there were four in total, a small band. One was five-eleven (Scott); two were closer to six-one and they looked alike (the twins, Adam and Alex); and the butch one that was talking to me had to be at least six-three (Bo). All of them white, or should I say red, since their faces were quite tan. I said yes. We drove all day. I was sitting behind the butch one; he had the extra helmet. I held onto his chest, my hands buried in his fur. He was wearing a leather vest, opened with only the lowest button fastened. When we finally stopped for the night it had started to get dark, and the wind was getting chilly. We pulled into a crusty looking motel, in Las Cruxes, New Mexico. Two of them went in and when they cam back out they had a key for a room with two beds. I was so excited: it had been years since I had last slept on a bed. I didn’t even care that it would be crowded with three guys in it. As soon as we got in they started taking off their shirts and pants, staying in their boxers. Scott lay down on a bed, breathed heavy and stretched his arms over his head. His smooth chest was mesmerizing, and the thick dark fur under his arms made my mouth water. “Who’s going to shower first?” Adam asked. They all looked at me and it was settled I would go first. I picked up my backpack with my two changes of clothing and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the shower, stripped and paused to look at myself in the mirror. I was tall and lanky; my body still hadn’t caught up with my big hands and feet. I was five-eight, but seemed to still be growing. On my face not a mark was found; I had no facial hair, and my Roman nose stuck out at a sharp angle. Still I loved my electric blue eyes. I had probably been in the shower for about three minutes when the door flew open. My hand went to my dick, which was full-grown because I had been playing with it. The shower curtain was flung open and Bo grabbed me. He dragged me into the room and threw me on the bed. He put me on top of a mound of pillows they had stacked in the middle of one of the beds. My ass was sticking out high in the air, and my face was being smashed into another pillow. Bo leaned close to my ear and whispered in his coarse voice, “If you know what’s good for you, kid, you won’t make a sound. Do what we say and you might enjoy it. Are you gonna scream?” I shook my head no. “Let’s have some fun.” This was Scott; his voice was deeper than Bo’s but not as scratchy. Bo opened the fly to his silk black boxers and pulled out his still limp dick. Limp as it was, it was as thick as a cucumber. He pushed it into my mouth and started to slowly face fuck me. I took as much of it in, not wanting to leave any out, but it was hard. I had only sucked one dick before, but Bobby Lee had been small and undeveloped, thin but long. This was a real man’s dick, thick and hard. About a minute later someone split apart my butt cheeks. I squeezed them together. I had never before been stuck up the ass and had heard it was painful. “Open up.” It was Scott’s teasing voice. I relaxed my butt muscles and waited for the pain. To my surprise he started licking my hairless crack. Bo was really hot now; he was fucking my face so hard I had to swallow to get all eight inches down my throat. His pubic hairs were tickling my face and I had the urge to sneeze, but stopped it not wanting to let go of his man meat. “Look, the kid don’t even have any pubic hair.” This was Adam, his baritone voice a copy of his brother’s except with a heavier Southern accent. “How old are you, boy?” Bo asked, pulling his dick out of my mouth so I could answer; a string of his pre-cum hung between his slimy dick and my lower lip. “Eighteen, sir,” I said, then sucked his left ball into my mouth. It was salty and leathery, but his man smell turned me on. “Shit. Guys we have a virgin. You ever had your man-pussy fucked, kid?” “No, sir,” I answered and looked him in his green eyes. He was so fucking butch, unshaved and manly. “I’m going to be your first. I suggest you get my dick really slimed up with spit if you don’t want it to hurt so much.” The rest of the guys cheered and I got back to work on his cock. Scot was still kissing my pink hole when I suddenly felt something go into it. He slowly worked in one finger and finger-fucked me. Then two, and finally three, adding spit every time he pulled his fingers out of me. Bo pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. Scott quickly took his place. He pulled out of my mouth as Bo lined his cock up with my asshole. “Hold onto something kid, this is going to hurt.” I grabbed onto the pillow and reached for Scott with my mouth. Like I said, I had never been fucked before but figured there couldn’t be that much pain involved if it felt so good. Scott didn’t give me his dick though; instead he put his rolled-up shirt in my mouth. Bo slowly worked his cock into me, and I thought, “This feels like I have to take a shit.” I pushed out, a natural reaction, and Bo pushed in. I grunted, thinking that was it, but I was wrong. Bo grabbed me by the hips and thrust his fat dick all the way to the hilt. I screamed out loud as I felt my sphincter tear. Tears streamed down my eyes and the guys just laughed. Bo pounded my ass without mercy for about ten minutes, then grunted and lay on me. Squirt after squirt of hot liquid filled my ripped ass; he was still pumping his dick into me. Pump, squirt, pump, squirt, until his nuts were emptied. I felt his body hair scratch my smooth back and his rancid man smell all around me. There was no rest for the weary. I was told that if I wanted to stay with them I had to give them what they wanted. I wouldn’t be getting a free ride off them. The offered me food, rides, and sleeping arrangements, in exchange for sex. I said yes and Bo slowly pulled his now limp dick out of me. Adam and Alex had been masturbating on the other bed while Bo had been fucking me. “He’s all yours,” Bo said heading for the shower, not looking back. Man I felt like a whore. “Thanks boss,” Scott said and stuck his full-sized dick in my mouth. “Look, he’s bleeding!” said Adam from behind me and licked my ass. Alex was lying down on the bed and looked at the other guys. Obviously they knew what he wanted because they all smiled and Scott pulled out of my mouth. I didn’t want to move; my ass hurt really bad, but Scott and Adam picked me up and carried me, with my legs spread-eagled, to the other bed. Alex’s dick was pointing straight up, and I knew they were going to sit me on it. I meekly begged them not to do it, but they just laughed. Lining up my tattered hole to his dick, Scott and Adam set me down on Alex. They were nice though, they let me settle down on him slowly, but it still hurt. Bo’s cum acted like a great lubricant and all nine inches of Alex went in smooth. I started moving up and down, his dick pushing into me further as the weight of my body slammed into his torso. This was not what he wanted. Scott pushed me down onto Alex’s chest, his thin blond chest hair pushing into my chin. From over Alex’s head Scott aimed his monster into my mouth. Scott was one of those guys that had an average dick, only five-and-a-half inches long when erect, but it was literally as thick as a beer can. He stretched my mouth to the limits, but finally managed to get it all in. From behind I felt something pinching my asshole; it was Adam: he was trying to fuck me, too. I tried to scream that this couldn’t happen, but he did it anyway. He took his time working it in and before I knew it Scott was asking me how it felt to have both my pleasure holes filled to the brim. They fucked me mercilessly until Scott erupted in my mouth. He was too much and half of the sperm ended up spilling out my mouth and down my chin. He leaned over and licked it off, then kissed me and spat it in my mouth again. I was surprisingly stiff as a rock, and it didn’t take me much longer to cum all over Alex. I squirted the most powerful orgasm of my life. Adam grunted and then hot streams of cum started to shoot into my ass. When Adam started cumming it was too much and their sperm spilled out of my ass and ran onto my hairless balls. I lay on Alex as Adam pulled out; he then grabbed his brother’s dick and pulled his out to. My ass felt empty now, but there was so much sperm in it to keep it full. Adam slurped up the sperm on my nuts. He licked it off my sweaty ass, and sucked some more out of it. He leaned over to his brother and kissed him, sharing his bounty of cum. I found out later that they shared everything; it was as if there was really one of them, only two bodies. That night I did sleep in a bed. Adam was to my left and Alex to my right. They hugged me and kissed me all night. The next morning I took to the road with them. Since then I have had more sex than I care to count, like the time they let me rape a straight guy for my birthday, or the time they masturbated all over me and the bed. But those are all other stories, soon to be told.