Gay Erotic Stories

In due course, we drew up at a discreet gateway, simply marked "Welcome to Paradise" and in smaller letters, men only, and there was a rainbow flag. We checked in with a camp young guy, and showed our ID. . The check in clerk commented on the same name. Uncle Pat said "Father and Son...it keeps it in the family" and the guy giggled girlishly. He handed us the keys, oddly on elastic bands, and told us that drinks were being served in the bar before dinner, and suggested that we change first. We set off to our chalet, one of many round a large pool, surrounded with loungers and as we walked, two men came towards us, naked except for their shoes and holding hands. They said Hi, and Uncle Pat said Hi back. I was too surprised to say anything then, but when we got to our chalet I asked Uncle Pat about it. Uncle Pat just said, "This place is Paradise. They say clothing is optional, but everyone goes naked. We're all gay men here, so anything goes. By the way, you remember what I said about your stay with me being on tour? Well, our tour is on tour, so you are free to do whatever takes your fancy!"

We got undressed and freshened up, and Uncle Pat put some more vitamin cream on my arse which felt fine, and ready for cock. I was quite excited. We walked to the bar, passing one or two other naked men, and entered the bar. There were maybe forty or fifty men there, just like any other bar, standing around, some sitting at tables, talking, watching the world go by, some kissing and cuddling, and all stark staring bollock naked. It was totally surreal. A pretty young waiter took our order, fluttering his eyes at Uncle Pat who took no notice, and we sat at a table by the wall, and a lot of men eyed us up, deciding I guess that we were a couple, and we both had a good number of appreciative looks, Uncle pat because he was a great hairy well hung bear with a massive cock, and me because I was a pretty young thing.

We sat enjoying both our drinks and the scene, and then Uncle Pat exclaimed, "Hell! There's Bill from work. I've shared shifts and more with him, and you've met him when he's collected me for a drink." With that he got up, and went over to the bar, attracting a lot of looks, and brought Bill back to the table, carrying a large glass of beer. He was taller than Uncle Pat, more heavily built with quite a beer gut on him, covered in hair with a moustache and also a tattoo of a bear's claw on his upper arm. To my fascination he was pierced. Two stainless steel rings in his nipples, and a heavy faceted stainless steel Prince Albert at the end of his great big cut cock, which matched him in size and weight. He stood there, his legs apart, great pendulous hairy balls swinging low between his legs and his hips thrust slightly forward, so his huge cock was thrust out towards me, the stainless steel Albert catching the light. I'd seen pictures of them before, but never seen one in real life.

"It’s okay Son," Bill said, you can touch it. It won’t bite but it sure spits a lot when he's excited. I looked to Uncle Pat for approval and he nodded, said that we were on tour, and licked his tongue out suggestively. The message was clear; I should take it into my mouth if I wanted. I touched the Albert gingerly. It was warm to the touch and slightly slippery, and as I moved it, stretching the piss slit a drop of clear pre-cum oozed onto the ring. Another glance at uncle Pat, and I licked it off, then took the bell head into my mouth, trying to get my tongue deep into the already stretched piss slit, quite forgetting that we were in a crowded bar. I could feel Bill's cock growing rapidly in my mouth, but Bill stopped me, “Not yet son or I'll cum too soon. It's a long night of fun ahead of us.” He tousled my hair and then looked at me more closely. "What the fuck have you been doing to him Pat? He looks like he's been savaged by wild animals?"

Just one Bill," Pat said. “He's been away for four weeks and I was welcoming him home."

"Some welcome. Hell, I've been taking bets with the men as to when you fuck him to death, but I never expected you to bite him to death!"

Uncle Pat replied, "I doubt I could fuck him to death. He just loves cock. Think how he went for yours! He has the sweetest arse I've ever fucked. Just like a velvet glove, and his arse muscles are so strong they'll practically cut your cock off. I tell you, Bill, I collected him at the airport, and we hadn't gotten home when he tells me to stop at the rest stop. I looked at him and he'd stripped his clothes off, and was buck naked. I'd only just stopped when he dragged me out, and got me over the front of the car, begging me to fuck him stupid. We got to the house and he was insatiable, demanding cock more and more. I scarcely slept a wink. Honestly Bill. I felt violated!"

Both Bill and I laughed at this tale, and then Bill said that he had to go for a piss badly, and commented that it was a terrible waste. As soon as he had gone I asked Uncle Pat what he meant.

“Watersports,” he replied. I didn't understand him, and asked about scuba diving. “No, piss play--when a man pisses on you, in your mouth up your arse or wherever.”

I said I didn't like the sound of it, but Uncle Pat corrected me. “You haven't tried it. Some people say that gays are disgusting because we like sex with other men, and you certainly don't object to licking up cum, so why should a different body fluid be wrong?” He explained the different colour codes - white for cum, yellow for piss, brown for shit and red for blood. He observed that he had tried them all but didn't like brown or red.”Getting all that shit out of my hair took forever, and I felt I smelt like a toilet for days! I bet when Bill comes back, there'll be a drop or two of piss dribbling from his cock, so why not try it and see what you think. Bill will certainly be pleased.”

He came back and Uncle Pat was right. There was still some piss dribbling from his cock slit so I licked it off. It didn't taste bad, very slightly bitter. Uncle Pat asked Bill to join us, and then apologised, saying that he should have asked me.

“No, I'm very happy for Bill to join us,” but I didn't add that I'd like Bill to do a lot more with that pierced cock and Albert. Bill grabbed a chair and sat down, so Uncle Pat was on one side and Bill the other. The signal to the rest of the bar was clear. I was the property of two great hairy bears, and consequently off limits. If they could see the bruises they would know I was a favourite fuck toy too, although they wouldn't know how much I loved cock, wanted cock, and now wanted Bill's cock.

Dinner was buffet style, and the three of us went up together, Uncle Pat in front, me in the middle and Bill behind me, his half hard cock nudging at my arse crack, so I slowed down, just to let him know I was keen to have his cock.

During dinner there were some announcements about the entertainment during the week; ones which interested me were leather night and the master and slave competition. After dinner we went back to the bar and there was dancing. Bill very gentlemanly asked me for the first dance, and we snuggled close. He was a lot taller than me, so my head rested comfortably on his chest where I was able to take one nipple into my mouth, and play with the nipple ring with my tongue, while one hand rubbed the thick hair on his back, and the other played with the other nipple and ring.

Bill's hands fondled my arse cheeks, and two fingers gently probed my hole. We returned to the table and Uncle Pat took me for a dance. I held my lips up for him to kiss, and then realised that Bill had joined us on the floor.

"I want some of that sweet arse,” said Bill. “You say it's like a velvet glove, well this is the iron cock to go in it. Put your arms around Pat's neck,” he instructed. I did so and continued to kiss Uncle Pat hungrily.

“You know what to do Pat,” said Bill, and Uncle Pat put both hands under my buttocks and lifted me off the floor. Bill moved close behind me, and positioned his great cock at my arse lips, then Uncle Pat let me slide down on his cock, keeping his lips firmly on mine to stifle any sound I might make.

I had thought that Bill's cock was about the same size as Uncle Pat's but maybe it was the Albert that did it, but it felt much bigger, and the Albert scraping on my love nut pushed me over the brink, and I started to orgasm, my feet flailing in the air as I shot my first load of the evening all onto uncle Pat's hairy belly and chest.

Meanwhile my arse muscles spasmed on Bill's cock, and before he could do anything he too came deep within me, and the two of us convulsed and spasmed on the dance floor, roughly in unison, while Uncle Pat tried to keep us all upright.

“Shit, I can't keep this up!” said Uncle Pat. “Let's get off the floor. I need some fun too.”

Bill came out of me, still hard, and Uncle Pat and I separated, smeared with cum, and we realised that we had attracted an audience.

“Hell that was hot!” someone said, and Bill said that he didn't know the half of it. He had never come so quickly without even trying. “Let's get back to the chalet for some real fun!”

As we went to the chalet, we came across a couple on a lounger, one on his knees doggy style whimpering, the other fucking him hard. "Will someone plug his fucking mouth?” said the man doing the fucking, and Bill pushed me forwards so that the man on his knees took my cock in his mouth, while Uncle Pat reached below him and started jerking him off savagely.

He let go of my mouth to shout that he was cumming and Bill shoved a big meaty finger up the fucker's arse, so he too shot his load at the same time, and they both collapsed on the lounger writhing in orgasm.

“Thanks guys,” said one of them.

“You're welcome,” said Bill. “Pleased to oblige,” and we went to our chalet and shut the door on the outside world.