Gay Erotic Stories

By Mike(slut)London So I'm kneeling here watching a blue movie and wondering what I'm in for. It started by me visiting a leather bar. I'm 21, tall, slim, blond with stunning boy next door looks. Everyone looked at me as I went over to the bar and ordered. After a couple of minutes I nodded at a pair of guys who looked about 28. They came over and exchanged names. I have a bad memory for names and can't remember them now. Without beating around the bush I asked if they both wanted to fuck me. They both nodded instantly and reaching down I stroked the bulge in each of their jeans. I was impressed. Only semi hard they already seemed long and thick. Leaving my drink untouched we left immediately for their place. They offered me a drink and we got to chatting. Naturally sex came up and they enquired about my tastes. Wide and versatile, although I much prefer a passive role. As we talked I mentioned my fantasy, several horny, active guys with a bit of light bondage thrown in. They exchanged a look and both looked straight at me. "I think we could arrange that", one of them said, looking at me quizzically. My brain stopped and my heart started to race. Seconds passed and still they stared at me. "Well ?," he asked. My brain now switched to overdrive. Could I handle it ?, I asked myself. But I also knew that if I turned the offer down I would probably regret it forever. My mouth was dry and my lips seemed glued together. I nodded. This galvanised them both into activity. One started making a series of short phone calls. The other went into another room and brought back 2 pillows, several belts, poppers, lube, two small pieces of rubber and a curious looking item that looked vaguely like a DIY face mask with an elastic strap attached. "It shouldn't take too long to organise", he said, placing all these items on the dining table. I puzzled over the unknown item but didn't want to seem stupid by asking. We chatted a bit more and after about ten minutes his friend returned from phoning. "Done", he smiled, and sat down. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and one of them left the room to answer it. He returned with another guy, about 30 and six foot, dark haired and athletic build. The other guy put on a video, French, with cute young guys in a group sex scene. No one said a word as we watched, which brings me to where I am now reflecting on how I got into this. Five minutes later the bell rings again, and the guy returns joined by another, about 27, slim, tall, mustached. The four of them start stripping and I take this as the sign to start. I strip completely, dropping my clothes in a pile on the floor. We're all naked and I can see that they all have well defined bodies with a range of equipment. I'm really excited at the prospect of these four guys using me. Two of them lead me to the table. One of those with drop down leaves with the leaves folded by its sides. They draw me across the table, placing the pillow between my groin and the edge of the table. With my chest flat on the table they drew me over a few inches until my jaw hangs over the side. This draws my feet off the ground by a couple of inches. The second pillow is slid between my throat and the table edge. Each takes an arm and stretches it, securing a wrist to each leg using two of the leather belts. The other two guys now pull my legs apart and stretching me secure each ankle to the other two table legs. I tentatively try to move but found that I can't even flex. I can only move my head from side to side and up and down. At that moment the bell rings again and the guy goes to answer it. The others go around the table checking their handiwork and seem satisfied. From my spread eagled position I can see the door if I turn my head about thirty degrees to the right. The other guy returns, this time accompanied by two more guys, both about thirty, tall and muscular. I almost start to panic thinking that I hadn't allowed for six guys. But I realise that by consenting I have given them control and they probably wouldn't be too happy if I tried to pull out now. Deciding that I have to make the best of it I force myself to relax and slow my heartbeat. As they enter they see me and break into broad grins, immediately starting to strip, adding two more piles to the floor. The others don't wait for them. One holds the poppers to my nose, compressing each nostril with his finger as I inhale deeply several times through the other. The acrid fumes fill my head and throat. Another guy starts greasing my arse and sliding his finger inside spreads more lube inside me. Holding both sides of my face the first guy slides his cock between my lips and to the back of my mouth. Giving me a couple of seconds to adjust he then slips his cockhead into my throat and eases a few inches in. The other guy has entered equally gently and is slowly sliding his shaft into me, opening me up as he goes and straightening out my insides. I gag on the shaft in my throat and he draws back slightly, waited for the contraction to stop before he slips another inch in. Both guys clearly aren't out to hurt me and I relax more. The poppers start to take effect and the shaft starts slowly fucking my mouth sinking into my throat with each slow thrust. His pace is matched by the other guy who starts slowly pumping his cock in and out of my arse gently. I concentrate on breathing through my nose as the cock in my mouth increases pace and settles into a steady rhythm going slightly deeper with each thrust. His groin is getting nearer to my face and I suck air in around his shaft which is now in my throat all the time, fucking it in short strokes. Closer and closer until my nose is buried in his groin and my mouth full of pubic hair as his shaft finally sinks in to the hilt. I close my eyes and concentrate on relaxing my throat and breathing. He changes to a longer thrust but maintains the same steady pace. His friend has also sunk in his full length and adopts a similar long thrust and a matching steady pace. After a couple of minutes the guy in my throat changes up a couple of gears and doubles his pace, his shaft starting to throb and swell in my throat. I grip the shaft more tightly with my lips expectantly and with a low groan he starts emptying into my throat. I gulp the precious fluid down as it streams into me, my compressed lips preventing any escaping. As the flow eases he draws back, his cockhead in my mouth and gripping his shaft with his fist, squeezes the last drops into me. He pulls out and steps back and I draw in a deep breath. I can feel the cock in my arse still pumping with the same steady pace. I open my eyes to see another guy step forward and he's holding the curious item I pondered over. He presses it over my nose and loops the elastic behind my head. I realise that it's exactly what it looked, a DIY mask adapted by cutting off the part that covers the mouth and adding a small cotton wool and gauze filter to the nosepiece. Then the two small pieces of rubber are used, one on each side of my mouth between my teeth, to wedge my jaws open. As he pours a few drops of poppers onto the filter its function becomes obvious. I immediately start inhaling the acrid fumes with every breath. He aligns his cock with my lips and enters, sliding straight down my throat in a single gentle thrust, the spunk lining my throat easing his entry. His cock is slightly shorter but thicker and he immediately settles into a steady rhythm pumping about eight inches in and out. This continues for several minutes, my mind going on hold as I enjoy being used. In the distance I hear the doorbell ring and registering it I open my eyes to see another guy come in. I catch a glimpse between thrusts but can only see his legs. I know its another guy because he's still dressed. I close my eyes and concentrate on the shaft drilling my throat. The cock in my rear has speeded up and with a deep thrust he grinds his pelvis into my buttocks and his hot load splashes against my prostate. He continues grinding as he empties his full load into me. Finishing, he pulls out and the cool air is sucked into my vacant hole. Not vacant for long, his place is taken by another who thrusts straight in. He must have lubed up because it slides in smoothly to the hilt. This one seems long and thin and my rectum closes around it like a glove. He starts a series of rapid, long thrusts punctuated by a circular, grinding motion every few thrusts. The door bell must have rung again, possibly it registered subconsciously, because I open my eyes and see two more pairs of jeans enter the room. I try to remember how many that makes but it doesn't register anymore. Somebody has poured more poppers into the gauze because the strong fumes again flood my head. My throat must be open like an empty pipe by now. The cock has started to swell and on an out stroke his first jet strikes hotly against my tonsils. He holds his cock head in my mouth and feeds his bitter load into me. I remember to swallow when my mouth is full. He waits a few seconds and withdraws, wiping his cock head on my face. The cock pops out of my arse. I'm empty and open my eyes in surprise. A cock appears in front of me. It shines with a coating of lube and some white trails of spunk and I realise its the guy who has just been fucking me. He slides his shaft into my open mouth and slides all the way in, his balls bouncing against my chin. I wrap my lips around the slim shaft and slide my tongue under it to taste the coating. He repeats the same dual action as he used on my rear grinding his crotch against my face every few seconds. Another cock slides into my rear hole, probably lubed up again. This is thick and solid, very thick I realise as it opens me up and stretches my rectum. Driving in fiercely it crashes into my prostate and continuing, it presses my prostate back until it's fully home. I gasp but my throat is full of cock. I open my eyes, starting to panic, and more poppers are poured into the gauze. I notice yet more jeans arrive. I close my eyes. The poppers are making my heart beat faster but I know no inhibitions and concentrate on relaxing. No other thought now occupies my mind. I don't think about how many guys are now queuing to use me. I've never been used by so many guys before. Its an overpowering experience and I enjoy the usage, both holes being cored and reamed out and filled with their white hot spunk. The cock in my throat starts firing. The spunk fills my mouth, pours down my throat and the over spill trickles from the corner of my mouth. I feel some run down my chin and drip onto his balls. He empties and pulls out, holding his balls to my lips and I obediently lick them clean. My arsehole is starting to feel tender. The guy has started pulling out completely with each thrust and then ramming the whole way in. The lube has evaporated and his thickness is triggering spasms in my rectum. I open my mouth to say something but a cock thrusts in. More poppers and it forces it's way down my throat. This is big. I mean huge. And it seems endless. Its length snakes down my throat further than I've ever experienced, down past my adams apple and into my chest. Its thickness filling me. I can't breathe but can't do anything. I squash the panic and trust he knows. He starts reaming my throat with savage thrusts. It seems to last forever and I can feel my eyes bulge open. Just as I think I'm going to black out he withdraws his shaft so that his cock head slips from my throat. I breathe desperately, the air rasping my throat as my lungs fill. He lets me draw several breaths and then plunges back in, sinking his shaft in to the hilt. He repeats the savage fucking of my windpipe but he obviously knows how far he can go stopping to let me breathe at the last moment. It goes on and on. I lose track of time. They both seem to have endless stamina and with no urgency to finish. Vacancy. They swap ends. As my throat is filled again I realise this is almost identical in size to the other. I must be filled with twelve inches at each end. Opening my eyes I can see the shaft as thick as a bottle pounding my mouth. My mind starts to wander. A load of cum sears my throat. I swallow repeatedly. Hot juice burns inside my rectum. More poppers. Cocks replace cocks. My throat is raw and hollow. My jaw aches from being held apart by the rubber wedges. My rectum aches and my hole hangs open. When I try to concentrate I think I can recognise them by size and technique. They must be on their second round. Or perhaps its their third. The spunk seems more bitter but I welcome it because now it soothes the rawness. My chin is sticky with drying trails of spunk and a single wet stream has run down one leg. My groin is wet so I must have come but I don't remember. It's all a blur now. How many more?. I know that I'm way past my limit. Both my gullet and rectum have been stretched and opened like pipes. My stomach feels bloated with all the spunk that I've drunk but still guys use both holes mercilessly . Eventually there's only a shaft reaming my throat. I try to compress my lips around the shaft to finish it quicker but they no longer seem to respond. The semen spurts into me and I gratefully gulp it all down. He holds the purple head to my lips and I kiss it. I open my eyes. Someone releases the belts that bind my wrists and ankles but I can't move. They help me off the table, almost carrying me to the sofa, where I slump. The blood supply is restored to my arms and legs painfully and cramps gnaw at my body. My lips are swollen and split but I manage a smile at my hosts who are lying on a floor covered with nude bodies. A stench of stale sweat, spunk and poppers fills the air. I count the bodies. Ten of them. Semen is dripping from my open hole. Moving, I reach back and wipe it gently with my hand, bringing it to my lips and licking it clean. A cute young guy sees this and scrambles over. He gently pushes me onto my chest, my rump raised in the air and sinks his face between my buttocks. His tongue laps at my bruised hole and he slurps the surplus dripping spunk noisily. His tongue tickles and I start laughing quietly, my face buried in the sofa. As guys recover they come over and kiss me on the lips. All tell me how great it was but really only I know. I ask my hosts how many I took. "Well there's ten of us and I know everyone came at least three times, some four. You drank everything we could feed you. It must have been a gallon or more of spunk. You were fantastic." "We didn't think you could take it all, and we tried to find your limit", the other said. "I think you reached my limit after the first half hour", I replied. They both looked puzzled. "Why didn't you signal us to stop", one said. "How could I", I asked. "Just by tapping on the table leg, that's the signal". "Didn't anyone tell you" ? I was speechless. Just the three of us were left now. My body ached all over but I could actually move. I went to the bathroom and showered. They joined me. Afterwards they offered me coffee and suggested arranging another session. "OK", I agreed, "now I know the signal", I added, "See if anyone else wants to take part". It's next Friday. That gives me a week to recover. They're keeping the number a surprise from me. I'm going to see if I can take even more.