Gay Erotic Stories

The sun beat down on our heads as we worked without end. We started early, before the sun came up, but the heat of the noonday sun had long since replaced the cool hours of dawn. My skin scorched under the long sleeved shirt I wore a useless attempt at keeping my pale skin from burning. It’s just for the summer I thought whipping the sweet off my brow. The short Mexican on the other side of me turned and offered me some water, I took it and drank it down in one gulp. It was weird, me a whit guy stuck in the middle of nowhere, working the fields. Still, my father had said it would help make a man out of me, boy was he ever right on that one. The Forman blew the whistle and everybody stopped. It was time for lunch. My mother had packed me two sandwiches and a Diet Coke. Everyone around me was devouring tacos, burritos and beans. I swallowed my food, all the time wishing I had what they were eating. One of them, a cute one with a goatee and closely cropped hair stepped up to me and asked something in Spanish, I answered that couldn’t speak Spanish. He gave a dazzling white smile and asked in English if I wanted a burrito. I said no but thank you. His smile disappeared and he walked away from me talking to his buddies I had taken a Spanish class in high school and had learned something, but was really embarrassed to speak it. I understood everything he had been telling his friends. He told them that I was a stuck up racists prick, a faggot who was only good for sucking dick, and taking it up the ass. Then he said something I didn’t catch looked at me and smiled again. The Forman blew his whistle again and we started to work. The cute one that spoke English walked to the bathrooms and disappeared behind the van that had carried him and his buddies. My truck was parked on the other side of his van down wind from the disgusting boxes they used as bathrooms. When he came back, he smiled at me again and started working. The rest of the day went by quickly and by the time the Forman blew his whistle to stop and send us home, by body was about to give out. I walked towards the Forman’s truck, chucked the backhoe into the flatbed and started walking towards my truck. The Forman was gone before I reached my truck, leaving a trail of settling dust behind him. I got in my truck a little worried that the van of eight men hadn’t left yet. The engine didn’t turn, the radio wasn’t on, and my lights wouldn’t work, my battery was dead! I popped the hood and went to check the battery. Opening the hood, I quickly saw why my new battery wouldn’t start,--someone had disconnected it. A strong hand rapped around my entire body just as I was about to turn around and accuse someone of molesting my truck. Roughly, I was thrown into the back of the van, the last seat had been replaced with a seat that didn’t have a back to it, it was a bench with cushion and seatbelts. Three guys held me down, the stench of their body odor overpowering me. The van was completely dark even though it was only four in the afternoon and the sun was still shining, because they had tinted the van with paint. The front passenger door opened and the cute guy climbed over the passenger seat and into the back of the van. He walked over to where they were holding me, stomach on the seat, ass in the air. Wrapping two seatbelts around my wrists and tying them to the center pole that held the seat onto the van, he stopped me from moving my hands. I kicked with my legs, but stopped when the cute one kicked me in the head. I blacked out just then. When I came to, my pants and boxers had been taken off and my legs had been tied to opposite sides of the van. The dark van stank of beer and outside I could hear the guys laughing. The front passenger door opened again and the cute one walked up to me again. He knelt in front of me and told me that since I didn’t want his burrito, I would take all of their burritos. It took me a while to figure out that they weren’t intending to feed me burritos, but dick. I screamed at him and told him to let me the fuck out. He just laughed and told me no one could hear me out here. He kissed me on the lips and walked out the front door, leaving me in darkness again. It seemed like an eternity before there was light in the van again, they had been deciding who was going to go first. A smelly body entered the van and closed the door behind it. I heard the zipper go down and felt his breath on my ass. He started rubbing my smooth cheeks whispering something like that’s a nice ass. His breath got closer and his tongue started licking my anus. I couldn’t believe this faggot was licking my ass. He kept doing this spitting in my crack until his saliva was dripping down my crack and onto my hairy balls. The van moved and he was bending over me. I could smell his armpits, and felt his thick dick touching my anal. With one swift movement his head pierced my virgin ass. The pain I felt was intense, but my dick stirred just the same. He started rubbing my ass with his callused hands and plunged his cock all the way in me. I screamed in pain, and was rewarded with cheers from outside and the van rocking. He fucked me as smoothly and softly as he could, then just like that he drilled me until he tensed up. His whole body shivered as his cum spilled out of his dick deep into my ass. He pulled out quickly and a weird fart-like noise came out of my ass. Six guys came after him; each one with what seemed to my virgin ass like the biggest dicks in the world came in one at a time. I was fucked up the ass for almost an hour before they seemed to let up. My as was sore, and cum was dripping out of my ass and down my thighs. The front door opened again and the cute one walked in. How did you like our burritos amigo? He asked me. I hurt so bad I couldn’t even answer him; the words had been raped out of my mouth. He walked over to were I was, pulled his shirt off and I was greeted to a chiseled body. The dry dirt clinging to his chest hair with sweat made his olive skin look darker than it really was. You like burritos now don’t you faggot? He slapped me across the face and took my hanging head in his hand. You like burritos now don’t you? I weakly answered yes. Good was all he said as he pulled his zipper down. His hairy dick was already hard when he put it in front of my mouth and told me not to bite. I couldn’t imagine sucking his dick but was to worn out to refuse it. His pre-cum was sweat. Pulling out the eight-inch long and three-inch thick cock out of my mouth he slapped my face and feed me his sweaty balls. Some of his ball hairs staid in my mouth when he pulled them out and walked around behind me. He was merciless. The sperm from those who fucked before him acted as a lubricant but I hear my ass tear anyway. He pounded my as for about ten minutes, his pre-cum still dripping of my raped lips, before he came in me. He pulled out, still cumming and spurted some into his cupped hands. His no limp dick swung in front of my eyes as he knelt before me again. He offered me his cupped hand and told me to drink. I drank his thick sperm; still warm and mixed with the sperm of seven other men like water. My dad had said this work would make me a man, and I enjoyed being a made a man by these eight men every day of the week. Not one day passed when my ass didn’t go home full of sperm. I soon got used to dick and enjoyed riding them in the back seat, I love it when I can see a man’s face before he cums.