Gay Erotic Stories

It kind of started off as a joke. The guys I hung out with always did this thing where each day we dared someone in the group to do something risky. At this point, I had to keep the fact that I was gay a secret, because I thought that I would be rejected from my group. And if that happened, I wouldn't be able to group jack-off with them! In the group was Josh, the captain of the football team, Seth, who was in the swim team, Kris, from the basketball team, and newly arrived Ewan from Scotland. As you may have guessed, our group was quite popular, and all the girls wanted to date us. And I don't blame them. Everyone in the group had bodies to match their athletic nature. I had grown to accept that I could never touch the abs of any of these hunks, but when Ewan arrived, I thought he was too good to be true. I decided that I was going to find someway to caress his rippling muscle-bound body and fuck his brain out. Of course, as I said above, when it came down to it, it was more of a joke - I never actually planned to go through with it. But the other guys liked the first part so much, they were determined to go through with it. Okay, so this is how the plan unfolded: We were getting sodas at this really cool ice cream parlour in the mall. As usual, girls were swooning over the boyish good looks of Josh, and Seth's flowing blonde hair and slender body. However, they were too engrossed in completing their plan to notice. We were talking about something inane to pass the time, when the big clock in the middle of the plaza struck 1. As expected, this was when the children's entertainment started. Out came the clowns and the men on the stilts, shortly followed by a parade of some elementary school. Then something happened that did not normally, from behind a tacky shimmering curtain came Great Zondo the Hypnotist. Zondo was really Greg, a really cute guy in my grade. Lots of little kids gathered around, and watched in awe-struck silence as he hypnotised parents who volunteered. There were opera singers and chickens, until Kris winked at Josh. "Hey, Ewan," Josh said, a mischievous smile across his gorgeous face, "We never did get around to initiating you into our group did we?" Ewan shook his head, wolfing down his third milkshake. It took some convincing, but we managed to convince him to volunteer for the act, but he eventually got up on stage. There was a great cheer from a lot of the girls in the audience - but who can blame them. Ewan was in every essence a stud. He was built like a bull and had beautiful red hair. If I saw him in his traditional kilt, I think I might pass out. Greg descended the stairs momentarily to ask us what we wanted done to him. After a couple of suggestions I rather liked such as "strip naked", Greg insisted that it must be suitable for the little kids. That's when I suggested what I had planned: "Hey, guys," I said slyly, "Why don't we make it so that whenever he sees chocolate, he has to eat it." They all laughed, and agreed to this. Just before Greg went back up, while no one was looking, I slipped him a twenty. It was to bribe him into not completely breaking him out of the conditioning. It was really gross watching Ewan eat all that chocolate - big smears of brown all over his face. It was a wonder he wasn't sick! But, when Greg broke him out of this trance, he couldn't remember a thing. "Well that just proves that hypnotism's a sham," he said, in his husky accent. "I wasn't hypnotised." "Sure, Ewan," we all laughed. I was not laughing at his ignorance, but at what I had in store for the stud. * * * I was so nervous. There were a lot of questions racing through my mind, but most of all was this continuous urge to fuck this guy. I had rung him up, and asked him to come over and help me with my homework. I suck at math, and being the all-round nice guy that he is, he agreed to come over. I had every thing set up. I had thrown some homework books on the dining table, and had chocolate melting on a hot plate. My parents were away for the month, and I had the place to myself. I could feel my prick begin to get excited before he even arrived. I thought I would die of the anticipation, but just in time, the doorbell rang. "That was quick," Ewan grinned. In the moonlight, I could see even more clearly how ruggedly handsome he was. He had a hooded sweater on, which accentuated every ab on his torso. Around his legs he wore long combat shorts, which went down past his knees. They complimented his round, well-developed thighs and calves perfectly. "Well, are we just going to stand here all night?" I ushered him into the dining room, pulling my top down, so as to conceal my obvious boner. "Mmm!" he said, sniffing the air. "Something smells good." He slipped off his shoes and seated himself at the table, where he began to look through my various jotters and text books. "This is some pretty crappy math. I was stuck on this as well. You see, what you have to do is -" He began to drone on about math, but all I wanted to know was when my chocolate would be ready. "I'm just going to check on something in the kitchen." The chocolate was beautifully creamy. I lifted the bowl it was in, and was going to remove my clothes. But I had to be sure it worked first. I carried the ball through, and nonchalantly dripped a large blob onto the floor. "Oh, butter fingers!" I exclaimed unconvincingly. As if he were on drugs, Ewan leapt to the ground a began to lick every drop of the chocolate off of it. As soon as he was finished, he sat back. "Ohmigod," he cried. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me!" He could still remember things, as he was not in a trance, but it didn't really matter to me. I was too horny. "Don't be sorry", I grinned randily. I quickly removed my top, flinging it across the room, to reveal my well-muscled torso. "What are you doing, mate?" he asked confused. I chuckled as I spooned large blobs of the chocolate onto my chest, and particularly on my nipples. He instantaneously started to suck and lick his way into every crevasse in my muscles where the chocolate had managed to slip. He worked his tongue down my six pack, and around my abs. Then he came to my nipples. As he lapped up the chocolate, he sucked my tender nipples. I was so turned on that I could not but help move my hands round to his butt and fondle him. "What're you doing?" he asked, exasperated, as he finished the job on my chest. "What's going on?" I tried to work my finger into his ass hole through his shorts, but he pulled away. He started to run across the house to the front door. He found that it was locked, and turned to find another alternative. However, instead he saw only me. I removed my loosely fitted khakis and discarded them on the floor. Now all that I was wearing were my specially-selected, tightly-fitting underwear and my trainers and socks. "Hmm," I wondered aloud. "Where will I put this chocolate next." I dropped a large blob onto my trainers. I could see him try to resist, but he could not but help lick them clean. I was his master. While he was busy doing that, I put a dollop on my now precum-stained underwear. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, almost in tears as he was drawn to suck my dick through the underwear. I simply laughed, and grabbed his head from behind, forcing him to suck further into my dick and balls. "Don't deny it," I said. "You want me." He fell away, scrambling again to try and open the door. However, this time he fell head first. I put a large splodge of the liquid chocolate on front of him to keep him occupied. As he began to feast, I pulled down his shorts and underwear. I stretched his butt cheeks apart and began to lick his crack. It was fun to see his thighs ripple with pleasure. "Don't pretend you're not enjoying this!" I cried. "NOOO!" he yelled, kicking me off. He started to run, his shorts and underwear slipping totally off. He was now only wearing his sweater and his socks. Though I wanted to stay and watch his butt wiggle off, I knew that I could not let him escape. It was a good thing that I locked the back door as well. "C'mon now," I reasoned with him. "Why don't you just do as I say, and then you can leave." "I'm straight god-damn it!" he screamed. "Oh, you're straight are you?" I asked. I rolled removed my underwear and tossed it to him. He was now presented with my 10", saliva and precum soaked purple erection. It was stretching my foreskin to it's very limits. "Well, if you're straight, then tell me honestly that you don't want to suck my dick!" "I don't wanna suck .... your ..." he broke off as he watched me drop chocolate all over my dick and balls. He licked his lips. "Let me suck it ... please?" Having this straight stud beg for my cock really turned me on. My boner was nearly about to blow without even being touched! He started to walk towards me slowly. "Ah-ah-ah," I halted him. "First, your boxers." He looked down on them. "You're a sick guy, you know that?" he asked, grudgingly removing the boxers and leaving them on the floor. His dick was so magnificent. His balls were like Christmas baubles, and they were coated in a fair forest. "I suppose you want my socks too?" he asked, lifting a foot to remove one. "No, leave them on," I giggled. He made me a strange expression, but still approached me. He dropped to his knees, so that his face was level with the choco-coated beauty. He opened his mouth to engulf the monstrosity, but I stopped him. Both my arms pushed him back by the shoulders. "First, I want to make sure you understand," I told him. "If I let you suck me off, then you have to do what I want for the rest of the night, agreed?" "No way, man!" he refused. Unthwarted, I took a blob of the chocolate on my finger, and sucked it temptingly off of it. I could see him melt like butter. I began to turn away. "STOP!" he called. "Wait, I'll do anything you want! Just let me suck it! Please!" "Anything?" I asked, to which he nodded readily. "Fine. Go ahead." Immediately he started to lap it up. At first, he was working more on the chocolate, but as he got himself into a comforting to-and-fro movement along my rod, he could not stop! I could see that he was enjoying himself, so I started to ram my cock into his mouth. He almost gagged, but managed to take it all. As I felt that time was running out before my orgasm, I clasped his head into my crotch. The finishing blow was when his mischievous tongue brushed against my purple cock head. I rippled several times, cum shooting out in pearly white ribbons. Realsing his act, he drew away in disgust, several shots going all over his face and chest. "Ah-Ah-Ah!" I vexed him, as he went to spit out my load. "Swallow!" He begrudgingly did as I commanded. "Now what're you going to do to me?" he asked, wiping a segment of my fluid from his chin. "I don't know yet," I told him. "Still we've got all night, and I've just came, so it's your turn!" I said, pointing at his limp dick. "No way!" he said. "There's no way you're going to make me cum!" "Who said anything about me making you cum?" I asked, lifting up the bowl. "There's just enough chocolate for a little more fun!" With that, before Ewan had time enough to move, I dropped a large splatter of it onto his dick and balls. I chuckled, as I saw him desperately trying to suck himself off. Soon, he found a technique. He swung his legs onto the table, so that his now perpendicular dick stuck out towards him. He then heaved up his chest in order to allow his tongue to lick some chocolate from the surface. However, he only had enough strength to practice this for a short length of time. He fell back onto the carpet with a cry of exhaustian. "Help me!" he pleaded hornily. "And how might I do that?" I asked him, standing over him - dominating him. "Feed it to me!" he begged. I didn't need much persuasion. I settled my butt down on his chest, and started to lean over so that I could suck him. I could see his legs wriggle with pleasure as I began to do my thing. The chocolate, spiced with precum was the greatest taste on the planet. The blowjob did not last for long before he came right in my mouth. The cum and chocolate provided the perfect cocktail. As much as I wanted to, I could not swallow the load. I turned round to face him and opened his mouth wide. I leaned over, and in a sexual kiss, transferred the sweet juices to him. Though it was obvious that it disgusted him, because of the chocolate he hate to take it. "Please no more," he begged, obviously feeling that his belly could not take anymore man-juice. But I wasn't prepared to let his suffering end there. Seeing that my dick was in fact quite hard now, I manoevured his legs so that they were at either side of my, and his anus level with my erect monster. "What're you going to do?" he asked frantically. "What d'you think?" I laughed. I had never fucked another guy before and was very excited. This definitely showed on my penis. I spread out his butt cheeks as much as I could, in preparation to plunge him. "No!" he screamed. But it was too late his agony was already beginning. At first it was difficult to get it right in. Then I realised that I was being too kind. I didn't need to be gentle with him. I should ram him. And that I did, as I struggled over his widening pussy. He let out an almighty roar, as I went deeper and deeper in. I wondered if all asses were this good, or just straight guys. Did it matter? This was the experience of my life! Suddenly, I felt my dick brush against something. Tears were now streaming down Ewan's face, and he looked as though he could pass out. I knew that this must be his cherry. And cherry's just beg to be popped. And, as this was probably the best fuck any gay guy had ever had, I felt that I owed it to them, and to every straight jock with a tight butt everywhere, to pop it right! No holds barred, I put all my body weight into this ram. My cock was nearing it's orgasm, so I had to act fast, as I wanted to cum deep inside this hunk. I bucked my thighs ferociously until the sound of a ginormous CRACK filled the room, and blood, diluted with my precum, trickled out of Ewan's butt cheeks like a little fountain. Then came fireworks. I hear that Edinburgh, where Ewan comes from, have the best on the face of the planet. Not anymore. Without exaggeration, I must have shot about 26 times inside of this hunk, decorating his insides. I realised every muscle in my body and flopped, completely limp onto the stud's beautiful body. After about 7 minutes, he began to move. He dressed himself and made for the door. "My dad'll be worried about me," he told me. After he left, I ran over all the events in my head. I decided that I was going to exchange Ewan's silence of these happenings with Greg removing the hypnosis. That was until the next day, when I received a call from Ewan asking if he could come over for more of the same. Who knows, maybe one day I'll tell you about what happened then. Let me know what you think. Jamesvanderbeek1_1@excite.com