Gay Erotic Stories

It happened a couple of years ago. I live in a small town in Missouri. And about the only thing to do on a Saturday night is to party, get drunk, smoke some weed, and, if you were lucky, get laid. It was May; school would be getting out soon, and a bunch of us who were graduating in a couple of days. We decided to throw a big-ass party down at a river in the woods. It was a blast, lasted until the wee hours of the morning! In the end, it was just I and my three best friends Mike, Bryan and John left at the river. The four of us were very close. These three guys were the only people who knew I was gay, and considering the homo-phobic area I lived in, it said a lot about them that they didn't beat the shit out of me when I came out to them (of course, now everyone knows, and surprisingly few care about it). At about 2 am we were all standing around naked with a clothes hanging over a campfire to dry. I had just purchased a brand new Grand Am and refused to let them get in naked. We'd spent years playing sports together, so being naked around each other was no big deal. My friends were three very good-looking men, and though they knew I never had sexual feelings for them, I could admire their beauty. They were all three pretty fucked up (me being the sober one who drove) and were prancing and posing trying to get me to choose who turned me on the most. Mike was by far sexiest of the group. He was the 6-4 quarter back for our football team, the Bears (I know, how original). He had an exquisite body! Blond hair, blue eyes, muscled chest, washboard abs, thick-muscled legs and a tight round ass. So I chose him. "Tiny!" Bryan slurred. "You got to be kiddin' me!" Mike was called "Tiny" for a reason: he had the smallest cock! He got the nickname from our freshman year football coach. He had screwed up during the game, which we lost. He yanked him out of the shower, went off on him, and made a remark about the size of his cock. Mike, never ashamed of his cock and not afraid to show it to anyone, looked him in the eyes and said, "Well, the ladies don't mind it. They love to suck on the little guy." We couldn't stop laughing, which pissed off coach. The nickname, however, stuck. John piped up and said, "You need a 'real' man." If you had to give John a nickname it would be "horse" as in hung like. Last year at a party, he snuck with a girl who was heard saying, "What the hell is that! You WILL NOT be putting that in me!" That girl is now his fiancée and they pretty much fuck night and day now. "Yeah, I'm sure Jan would love to hear you say that!" Bryan said, laughing. Bryan was my closest and best friend and stepbrother. My Dad married his Mom when were both six. He was the first I told about being gay and the one who encouraged me to come out to John and Mike. Of course he was nothing to look away from either. Black hair, green eyes, lean and well muscled. He was the hairiest of us and the first to get "the hair." It fanned out to lightly cover his chest and traveled down his abs to bush out over his cock and balls and cover his ass. His Mom said he was the spitting image of his Dad who died a month before he was born. While all this strutting and posing was going on, we didn’t realize that we had company until two cops walked out of the woods. Apparently some farmer had called the cops complaining about the party. Out of the woods strode two of the biggest assholes to ever wear a uniform. Both John and I had dads who were cops, so we knew these two would be trouble. “Well, look what we have here,” the first one, Jake, said. “Looks to me like a little faggot orgy goin’ on,” Oren, the second cop, answered. “Fuck off,” John told them. “We’re just waiting for our clothes to dry.” Jake walked over to the little makeshift clothesline we’d made over the fire. “Is that so,” he said. And before we could do anything he yanked them off and through them backwards into the river. “You fucking asshole,” John yelled. “When my dad---“ “Your fucking dad ain’t here! Now turn around and out your hands behind your back! Now!” And with that we were all four standing around naked and handcuffed. Jake and Oren were standing a few feet away talking. I thought they were radioing in, but when they kept looking at me, I knew something was up. Jake walked up to me. “So I hear you like to suck cock, fairy. It must just kill your dad. A good cop like him stuck with dick-sucking, ass-licking faggot son.” I was didn’t say anything at first. I had never known people thought this about me, or that my Dad might suspect. Then I said, “Why? Do you want to suck my dick?” I knew it was a stupid thing to do a minute after I said it. I never saw the fist that slammed into my abdomen. I fell to the ground. “Watch your mouth, faggot!” “Hey, Jake, come here.” Oren called. Jake walked over to where his partner was. They talked for a few minutes and came back over to where I still lay on the ground. Oren reached down and grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. “Let’s just see how good of a cocksucker you really are.” He pulled me by the hair until I was kneeling in front of Bryan. His cock just inches from my face. “Suck step-brother’s cock, faggot!” Jake said. I looked up at Bryan. I could tell how uncomfortable this was for him. “Screw you!” I said. Oren yanked my by the hair again. “I suggest you do what we tell you, faggot, or we’ll march your bare ass down the jail for Daddy to see, and we’ll make sure everyone in town knows what you four fairies were doing out here.” I still refused. Just then I felt Jake’s gun next to my head. Looking back I realize that he was probably bluffing and wouldn’t have done more than beat the hell out of me. But I was scared shitless! I’d never sucked another cock before, and had only had it done to me a couple of times during away games in high school, but I moved my head forward and opened my mouth to take my stepbrother’s cock into my mouth. I’m sure he was trying to resist, but soon I felt his cock growing in my mouth, get thicker, the head expanding to a large mushroom. For some reason I though back to that time when we were 14 and measuring who had the biggest cock. Neither one of us was much more than average, but Bryan always said his was bigger because of its big mushroom head. I knew Bryan hadn’t been laid in awhile so it didn’t take him long to shoot his load. He let out a sharp breath, stood on his toes and shot a huge load that was more than I could handle. As I pulled back, his still-hard cock slapped against his stomach. I bent to spit his cum out, but Jake tapped my temple with his gun and said, “Swallow, faggot.” I gulped down Bryan’s load. I tried to look at him, but he wouldn’t make eye contact. “Next,” Oren said, as he pulled me toward Tiny. I put my face into his thick bush of hair and began sucking his cock, which grew surprisingly thick when hard. My lips were soon stretched as far as they would go. But soon he too came, and I swallowed it down. That left John. His cock was longer and thicker than I could handle, barely able to get half way up the shaft. “All the way, faggot,” Jake said, as he pushed my head forward. I felt myself gagging as John big cock head pushed against the back of my throat. I didn’t think I could take it, but I had not choice, so I relaxed and soon he shot a load so big I nearly choked on it. “Not bad, faggot,” Oren said. “Looks like you’re pro.” “Yeah,” Jake said. “All this cocksucking has got me horny. I think the boy needs to service us, don’t you, Oren?” “I think you’re right, Jake.” Oren agreed. “But I think this faggot needs some breaking in first.” Oren reached between the crack of my ass with his fingers. He stuck three fingers into my asshole and I couldn’t help but yell out. “Why, Oren, I think we got us a virgin here. Is that true, faggot?” I said nothing. “Well, I think it’s time you got broke in,” Oren said. Bryan, Mike and John all started yelling at them as they dragged me over to a tree stump. Jake turned around and waved his gun at them and they shut up. Oren lifted me up on the stump. I started to resist, but he reached between my legs and squeezed my balls so hard I screamed out loud. “Now, you settle down, faggot! Come on Jake, you get the pleasure of breaking this faggot’s cherry. A little revenge for his dad getting you reprimanded.” “My pleasure,” Jake said. I could hear his gun belt falling to the ground and his pants unzipping. He kicked my legs farther apart and stood behind me. As I felt the head of his cock against my asshole, I heard “What’re you fellas up to?” I looked up to see another cop standing behind Oren. He was new and I couldn’t remember his name. “Get the hell out of here, Conley,” Oren said, “this ain’t none of your business.” “I beg to differ,” he said, as he knocked Oren in the back of the head with his nightstick. He lunged at Jake, knocking him to the ground. With one punch, Jake was out. He stood up, and lifted me off the stump. He turned me around to undo the handcuffs. “Go over there and let your friends loose, I’ll go back to the car and see if I can find some clothes for you guys.” I went over to Mike, John and Bryan to undo their handcuffs. They were pretty silent. Ashamed and scared. Officer Conley came back with a pair of pants and some gym shorts. Mike got the pants because he was about the same size as Officer Conley, the rest of us took the gym shorts. “I assume one of you owns the Grand Am?” he asked. “I do,” I said. “Then, hop in and get home.” “What about these two?” John asked. “Don’t worry about these two,” he said, “I’ll take care of them. Now get out of here.” He didn’t need to tell us twice. We raced to the car and sped out of there. The ride home was very quiet. I didn’t know what to say any of them. We’d crossed a line and there was no going back. It was when we were almost to town that John piped up and said, “Hey, man, you think you can talk with Jan? Her blow jobs aren’t nearly as good.” There was a moment of silence and then Tiny started to laugh. Pretty soon we all were. We could never take back what happened, but we could move on and put it behind us. About a week later I got a letter in the mail with no return address. When I opened it, I nearly fell over laughing. In it was a note and a picture. The picture was of Jake and Oren. The picture suggested that Jake was taking Oren in the ass. The note said “Destroy this picture when you’ve shown your friends. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with these two again.” Two weeks later we all graduated and went out separate ways. We kept in touch by, but we moved on with our lives. I went to college and became a lawyer. John and Bryan went to become police officers and serve in the same town they’d grown up in. Tiny became the most successful. Played pro football until an injury forced him to quit early, and then became on of those $20 million action movie stars. John and Bryan were happily married with children of their own. Bryan with 3 boys and a girl, John with 4 sons and an adopted daughter. Tiny was three-times divorced and currently screwing every actress who said yes to him. It was on out 20th high school reunion that we finally all got back together again. I brought my lover of 10 years, Liam (an extremely handsome Irish businessman), who seemed to get along with everyone. When he first met my childhood friends, John walked up to him and said, “Does he still give a mean blow job?”