Gay Erotic Stories

I was eighteen when my mother asked me to stay home because the Cable people were supposed to come and fix our terminal. It was summer and I objected, but she had to go to work and the would not fix it unless someone was there. She left for work and the phone rang. It was the dispatcher telling me that someone would be arriving in about ten minutes. I had just gotten up and felt like I needed a shower. I quickly went up to get into the shower. I felt great having the hot water run over me. I was just lathering up good when I heard the doorbell ring. Damn! I thought. Now what do I do? So I wrapped a towel around me and went to the door. I peeped through the security hole and saw that it was the cable man. I opened the door. Good morning the man said with a smile. I blushed because my towel had drooped as I opened the door. Hi, I said. Can you show me where the work is that I need to do? I led him to the cable box. I'm going to go finish my shower, I said. He smiled, "No problem, I'll be done in just a few." I headed back to the shower and began to rinse off. I heard the door open. "Can I help you?" "Yeah" he said, "Is there anyone here who can sign the paper work?" "I'll be out in a minute." I said. "You here by yourself?" he inquired. "Yeah, my Mom just went to work." I offered. Then there was silence. Then next thing I knew, the shower curtain was pulled back and standing there in front of me was the burly, muscular cable man stark naked. "What are you doing?" I asked nervously. He said nothing. He stared at me up and down. Then he took me by the hair of my head and pulled me out of the shower. I yelped and he warned me that if I made a sound, he would hurt me real bad. After saying this, he grabbed my nuts and asked if I understood. I shook my head yes. "You are going to do everything I tell you, do you understand Me?" I started to speak, but he twisted my balls again. I shook my head yes. "Now that we have and understanding, I'll bet you never did and girl before have you?" I shook my head no. "Are you a faggot?" I again shook my head no. "Well guess what, you will be when I get done with you." I tried to pull away, but he had a strong grip on me. He threw me to the floor of the bathroom. He reached under me and took hold of my balls again. "Raise that pretty little arse of yours up!" he commanded. I was whimpering. "Do it!" So I reluctantly raised it up. I felt him begin to probe between my bung cheeks. No prep for this one your getting the full treatment. I felt him poke something at my hole. I tightened up, but was no match for the twisting of my boy nuts. He slammed his manhood into me. I screeched. He twisted my boy nuts again. "Shut up!" he commanded. He slammed into me for what seemed like forever. Without warning he began moaning and slammed hard against me. I could feel warm stuff flowing into me. He moaned loudly and fell on top of me. Then he roughly pulled out of me. He was not done yet. He pulled me up by my hair and made me take his tool into my mouth. "Clean me up here, boy." He ordered. I was afraid, because I could see blood on his tool. Then he forced me to take it into my mouth. I cleaned him off, getting sick to my stomach, but I was afraid he would kill me. He then told me, "Never open the door unless you know who it is." he laughed and left. I laid there crying from the humiliation and pain. Then the doorbell rang. I was a man in uniform that said the cable company name. The other guy didn't have a uniform. Who had I let in?