Gay Erotic Stories

The pizza guy was still on delivery, I could see. They’d pulled out the parallel bars and had him trussed up on that apparatus like a pig over a fire. He was laid out on top of the bars, face down. His arms were wrapped around the bars and strapped down so that he was locked into position. His legs were draped back over the bars behind—or would have been draped back over the bars if Claude wasn’t holding them out over the bars at the widest angle possible to give him purchase. One of the bench presses had been moved under and between the bars back there, and Claude was standing on it and hunched over Red a bit to gain the best angle for his fuck. His cock was a good five or six inches up the guy’s ass already, but Claude was in a rest period, probably having taken some time to get the depth he’d already achieved. Red was laying limp across the bars, although the sweat that was running off him attested to the ordeal he’d had to this point. Part of his ordeal was that the other end of him was getting attention as well. The other bench press had been placed between and under the bar under Red’s chest and head, and Eric was standing on this bench. He had his hands buried in the pizza guy’s flaming red mop, with his head pulled up and back an angle that had allowed the deep-throating of Eric’s cock. He was just about all the way in, so he was making a little more progress than Claude was.

Claude saw me at the door and asked if I couldn’t give him a little help. Why not, I thought. I still remembered that I didn’t particularly like the pizza guy’s attitude. I went over, slid under the bars, reached up, grabbed Red’s butt cheeks, and pulled them as far apart as possible. He shuddered and twitched as Claude grunted and stuffed his sausage farther in.

“Thanks,” Claude said. “I think that’s done it. Yes, sliding right in now. In, in, in, there. Ah, that red hair tickles. There. Now out just a bit and see if it can get back in. There, yes, ah, that fuck ointment feels good, and I think he’s opening a bit more now. Ah, yes. Okay, out a couple of inches, and then slowly back in. Y-e-s.” Red was twitching and was all tense.

“Hey, Guy,” I called up to him. “Just try to relax. It will be better if you relax and open up. It’s a glorious fuck, Red. This is one that you will remember forever. You just have to relax. He’s not going to really hurt you. None of us is going to hurt you.”

I felt sorry for him then and reached up and cupped his curved dick in my hand and stroked around and up, taking the glans gently in my fingers and putting my thumb on his piss hole. There was a little moisture there, but not enough to play much without hurting him. I put my lips on the tip and swirled my tongue around the glans, adding moisture. The cock began to stiffen and increase its curve almost immediately.

Eric spoke, “You in, Claude?”

“Yeah. He’s a good fuck. He’s relaxing; I’ll be able to pump pretty soon. Ugh. Tightened right up again. Here, maybe this will help.” Claude swung Red’s legs down and folded them out in front of him, outside the bars. I could feel that this opened him up a little more.

Eric spoke again. This time to the pizza guy. “Okay, Red. I’m coming out most of the way, and I want you to be nice to my head. I want you to lightly suck it and run your tongue around it. Yes. Ah, yes. Now, feel the slit at the tip? Take the tip of your tongue and try to get it in there. Oh, yes, yes. That feels so good. You’ve got such a sweet tongue. Now, get it under my dick and slowly stroke it down to the root as I slide in. A-h-h-h. Oh, Honey, that’s great. You give good head.”

I gave the pizza guy slow and gentle head myself, while Claude started to pump, lengthening his strokes and increasing the speed. Eric came first, and exchanged his dick for a soft mouth; Red came second, and Claude came last.

I let loose of Red’s butt cheeks and came out from under the bars after he’d cum. I had my tongue in Claude’s ass when he came. He slowly pulled his thunder buster out of Red’s ass, and I could clearly hear the sucking sound as it came out. The pizza guy’s hole was wide and loose, and he seemed to have taken the ultimate screw very well. But, was this really the ultimate screw, I thought. I looked at that hole pensively. Claude helped Red bring his legs down onto the bench press, and he asked to have his arms untied.

“In a while, Red, Eric replied. I haven’t had my dip in that hole yet.”

The guy started to object, but Claude slapped him on the butt and told him to be quiet. Eric scooted the other bench press out from under the parallel bars and pulled it over into the center of the room. He laid down on it on his back, and I walked over and straddled him in the 69 position and gave him head to pump him back up, while he licked my balls and rimmed my ass. When Claude could see Eric was erect again, he un-strapped Red’s arms and manhandled him over to the bench. I got off of Eric, and Claude pushed Red down into a crouch above Eric, and I helped insert Eric’s cock into his hole. Red was still so wide from Claude’s drilling that Eric’s rod just slurped on in. I told Red to stand perfectly still, while Claude walked around to the head of the bench and directed him to kiss his cock and give him some head. Eric could reach Claude’s drooping balls and worked on them with his mouth and one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around Red’s cock. I put my hands under Eric’s butt cheeks and raised and lowered them and moved them back and forth so that his rod dipped around in Red’s ass.

I kept on thinking about the concept of whether Claude’s screw had been the ultimate fuck for this smart assed guy, however, and decided that maybe we could do a little better. And thinking about what might be better stiffened my own cock right up. I dropped Eric’s butt cheeks and his cock dropped down to the lower end of the hole without losing much of its depth. I then spread my hand over Red’s left butt cheek in a steadying hold, took my hardened cock in my right hand, and inserted the head above Eric’s cock in the pizza guy’s ass, while I mouthed “double fuck” across the bodies to Claude. Claude moved his hands down along Red’s side to his waist and held him steady there in his grip. Red still tried to buck when I entered him, but we weren’t giving him much room to maneuver. Eric figured out what was going on as well, and snaked his hands around Red’s thighs to hold him in place there. Eric stopped reaching for Claude’s balls with his mouth, and dug his heels into the carpet, ready to raise his hips when I was ready. I encased the root of both Eric’s and my cocks around my fingers to hold the two rods together and slowly pushed the two cocks into Red’s hole, with Eric rising up to the hole with his pelvis, as I pushed him. It was a much tighter fit now, and Red gasped and started to swear. Claude brutally took Red’s mouth into his and used his tongue as a gag. Once in a good four inches, I released our cocks and let them work on their own. We pushed in, in unison until we were both in to the root.

I pushed down on Red’s back with my chest until he was firmly sandwiched between us, and Eric’s mouth replaced Claude’s as an effective gag. I grabbed Red’s upper arms and pinned them above his head, while Claude came around behind me and held his thighs forward and up. When Eric and I were well in, we both began a slow pumping action, but like the pistons of an engine. While Eric was pulling out, I was pushing in. The friction of this on my cock was driving me wild, and I could tell Eric and Red were enjoying it to. I don’t know when Claude had let go of the guy’s legs, but I soon felt his big strong fingers playing with my ass, and, shortly after that, the feel of Claude’s enormous dick head pressing on my back door, and I just widened my leg stance and let him in. A short time after that still, I could feel one of his hands coming up from under my balls and he inserted fingers alongside Eric’s and my cocks as they were stuffed in Red’s holes. The pizza guy did some more squirming, which just helped make us all cum in quick succession, and we tumble in different directions off the bench press, and laid there panting, regaining our composure. Now, I thought, the pizza guy had finally felt his ultimate fuck.

Afterward, I headed for the door, and tossed off thanks for the day, saying I’d be gone as soon as I showered. Neither Claude nor Eric liked that idea and asked me to stay the night. Red seemed to be too preoccupied with his total fuck experience to care where I went or when. I agreed to stay, but only if I could use the guestroom, reasoning that I needed to get some rest, and that just wouldn’t happen if I was sharing that king-sized bed with Eric and Claude.

Later, in the middle of the night, I was gently brought out of sleep by hands caressing my body.

“No, that’s naughty, Eric,” I whispered. “You promised to let me get some sleep.”

But I had instinctively reached for his cock to give it a caress, and was surprised out of my gourd when I discovered it wasn’t Eric. The cock wasn’t cut. I sat up in bed to come face to face with the tattooed burglar dude.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I whispered. “I thought you’d know better than to show up here again. Claude will split you in two if he finds you here again.”

“Shhh,” the dude whispered. “You were right. I went back to my lady and banged her all evening. And, although it was great sex, it didn’t feel anything like it did with you. I gotta have more, and you gotta teach me that blow job action until I get it right.”

I chuckled and turned to sit up in bed . . . and stopped chuckling. My feet had been spread-eagled and tied to the bedposts. Before I could react, the dude had another silk scarf around a wrist and had that one attached to another bedpost. I started to cry out, and he stifled that attempt in a deep-tongue kiss, as the last limb got tide up. The scarves were long, though, and didn’t keep my limbs taut; they just kept me on the bed and from using the combined force of my limbs. Out came another scarf and the dude had me gagged.

“I hope later we can get rid of these,” he whispered. “But I’m dying to do something, and I didn’t know if you’d let me otherwise.”

Out came the fuck lubricant that he must have found downstairs, and he flipped it out on the bed beside me. I’d worn the silk shorts to bed, that they posed little problem to him. His hands were strong. He just bunched up the material in his two hands and ripped the shorts apart. My cock, already half hard, just jumped up and slapped onto my belly when it was free. The lubricant tube came open; he squeezed out a glop, and started right to applying it to my ass. Not knowing what he was doing, he was a little rough, and went deeper than he should have at first, without being patient, and I did some grunting. But I wasn’t really all that displeased.

He shushed me, and than lay out fully extended on top of me for several minutes, both to give the lubricant time to act and building up the courage to take the active role for the first time on another man. I could feel both of our cocks rising. I was a little worried about the thickness of his, but knew the length would be no problem. He scooted up on me and put the fingers of both of his hands into my hair and started massaging my scalp and temples. It felt good and helped me to relax. I wondered where he had learned this. He kissed both of my eyelids, nibbled a bit at my earlobes, and buried his face in my neck. He found the pressure point of a major vein and laid a sucking kiss on it. My cock stood right up at attention on that one. That was a move I didn’t know. He worked his kisses down to my nipples and then down my belly and into my groin and my balls. I was dying for him to get to my cock, but, sensing my desire, he whispered.

“Later. We’ll do the cock later—when you’re free. If you want.”

He did, though, do a little work there now. He went up on his knees straddling me, his calves encasing and pushing in my legs. He took his cock and laid it alongside mine, with both standing straight up, encircled the two with both hands, and gently squeezed and did a little up and down movement with his pelvis that caused friction between the two rods. Ah, that felt good. Then he released the cocks, fanned his hands out on my lower belly, and slowly worked them up and over my pecs in a massaging action, ending up with massaging my shoulder and neck muscles. He then came up above me on his knees, and started to gently masturbate above me, fully in my view. I watched, amazed, as his cock grew bigger and thicker than I had remembered it to have become the previous afternoon. He beat his own meat until he shot off, all over my belly and chest. He then took my torn shorts and wiped me off. He did a repeat number of nibbling me down from head to toe until he began to harden again. He then went back on his knees, got a glop of the lubricant from the tube and rubbed his cock down until it was big and thick again. This was followed by a repeat of the massaging of my chest, shoulder, and neck.

I wasn’t sure if this was as far as he was going to take this, or if he was just building up the courage to completely cross over to the more liberated side, but I don’t think I could be more relaxed than I was at that moment, so I didn’t really care much. Which was a good thing, because this time when he went up on his knees, he slid my torso down the bed as far as the restraints would permit, put his arms under my legs, lifted them and dove for my asshole with his cock. He missed the first two times, but the third time was a charm. He briefly had to stop when he first entered me, because he was just too thick and became stuck. But his answer to this problem, now that he had purchase, was just to lift my butt off the mattress and plunge forward. I grunted and tried to cry out through the silk gag and felt that I was being split apart, but I loved it as he just plowed down to the root and, without taking a second to adjust, started pumping hard, staying deep. Although he was thick enough to fill my ass canal from side to side to the limit, the loose-skin suction sensation of an uncut cock was deeply pleasurable. Three minutes, and it was over. My insides were lubricated by strong, full squirts of sperm, and he collapsed on top of me in shuddering spasms. The dude’s first male fuck; I’m glad to have been part of it. He could get it refined later, but I liked it just fine the way it was.

After a moment, he rolled off to the side of me, and stroked me from my nipples down by belly and to my balls.

“So, are you going to scream and give me away, if I take the gag off?” he whispered.

I shook my head and looked directly into his eyes. He took the gag off, and we kissed.

“Are you going to run off on me if I untie your hands?” he whispered.

“Nope,” I responded. “I’d give you another blow job right here, right now, even with the restraints.”

He tested my pledge immediately. Straddling my shoulders, he knelt on my chest and presented his pecker, which now was tumescent.

“Put your balls in my mouth,” I directed. He pulled his big bags up, and I leaned forward and drew both of them in and moved them to my cheeks. He gave a little gasp, but he gave a bigger one, when I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and flicked at and up the base of his cock as far as I could go, which was pretty far considered how stubby he was in tumescence. He was so shocked I had done this that he started to pull away, and wound up with a flash of pleasure-pain as this just pulled at his balls. I continued with this process, as he thickened again, and, when satisfied he had something I could keep control of, I expunged his balls, raised my head, and got my mouth over the head of his uncut cock. I pushed his foreskin down with my lips and started sucking and tongue-flicking his glans and piss hole.

The dude arched back, supporting himself on his left arm, and slid his right hand down my belly, and encircled and stroked my cock. I took more of his rod in, which was still expanding and pumped up and down with my mouth. The dude rose back up and slid his left hand up my left arm and released the restraint. I put that hand up on his face, cupping his cheek, and opening his lips with my thumb, which he gave some suck. Then, I rewarded him by going straight for the base of his pecker, putting pressure on it and stroking up to meet the downward pumping. He rewarded me by releasing my other hand. And I, in turn, rewarded myself by coming right up with my chest, throwing him back off balance in front of me, grabbing him under the knees and throwing him on his back at the end of the bed, coming up on my knees, doubling his legs up and trapping them with my shoulders and chest, reaching down with my right hand, taking my cock, stuffing it in his asshole, and plunging and plunging and plunging, and squirting, until we both fell back on the bed, laughing as silently as we could.

We went to sleep entangled in each other’s arms, but I was alone when I awoke the next morning. No one was in Eric and Claude’s room, and I showered and put on the clothes I’d arrived in and descended the stairs. Claude was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He was nude and looking might fine.

“Where’s Eric?” I asked. “I’m about to leave and thought I should say good-bye to him.”

Claude lowered the paper and peered at me. “He’s out in the garage in back, I think. Tinkering with the Triumph.”

The Triumph?

I walked on back to a garage at the back of the lot and, sure enough, there was Eric, dressed only in cut-offs and moccasins, tinkering in the engine of an old Triumph convertible—undoubtedly the Triumph I’d come to this town to buy.

“Sure,” he answered to my query, “I’m the one who’s got the Triumph to sell. Did they mess up the address in the newspaper ad?”

We both walked around the classic car, lovingly caressing it with our hands as if it were a favorite lover. I asked him how much he wanted for the car, and he named a price that was pushing my limit. I hesitated in responding.

“But, I’ll tell you what,” he finally said. “I’ll take 10 percent off the price if you’ll let me do you on the trunk of this car, right now, like you did me on the trunk of the Tempest yesterday.”

“Sold!”

The End.