Gay Erotic Stories

Warning: this is work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you’re not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. On Probation By Nathan Harvey I’d been working at the DownTowner now every since I was of age. There weren’t many places in town that would hire a high school dropout on probation, but Ryan was an all right Joe. When he had found out what I had been arrested for, it became clear that as long as I kept him happy I had a job. What that meant was letting him fuck my ass any time he had the hots and his wife wasn’t putting out. What that ended up meaning was he was fucking my ass every night. As for my regular duties, Ryan had me working at the bar--training me to be a bartender. It was after closing and I had mopped the floors and cleaned the restrooms. Ryan had a small cot in the ladies’ rest room and that was where he liked to fuck me. At first Ryan was satisfied getting off once or maybe a couple of times a week, but then it quickly became an every night thing. He told me I was a better cunt than his wife. Ryan did pay me a decent wage and he always gave me a good report when my probation officer would come in, checking up on me. I really didn’t mind putting out for him; I just considered it part of my job. As for waiting on our customers, it was a snap, Ryan said having a new young face behind the bar was good for business. Everyone liked to see a good-looking piece of ass even the guys. Kid indeed! I guess when we a guy gets as old as Ryan anyone under forty looks like a kid. Looking at my reflection in the bar mirror, all I saw was a tall skinny kid with white-blond hair, green eyes and an almost a girlish face. I guess beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Still, I got along well with the customers and Ryan did treat me nice--even giving me little gifts from time to time. The bar catered to mostly middle-aged married men sneaking around on their wives and ladies--out looking for a little excitement in their lives. Mostly, everyone just sat around drinking and talking about what they did and who they did when they were young. Sometimes we would get a couple that would dance, but mostly the women sat around with a man in the dark corners of the bar talking and holding hands and then would eventually leave together. The DownTowner was a nice quiet bar were most all the customers led quiet, boring lives doing ordinary things. In a town the size of South Bend it was common knowledge this was the bar were the seniors did their thing. I wasn’t really surprised when Kelly stopped into the bar. I had expected he was here to hit on me, but Ryan was convinced they were sending him down here checking on me. He said that some kid had been breaking into homes and I must be one of their prime suspects. Well he could see now that I couldn’t be robbing houses and working here. Taking his order he seemed friendly enough to me and he even called me by name. Watching him sip his beer, I was really starting to get real mad. I had been trying to clean up my act but those fuckin’ cops were always after me. They figured they had a good thing going. What Ryan didn’t know--what no one knew--was over that last year four of Michiana’s finest had turned me into their private sex toy. When I had been picked up for soliciting for a second time, the judge had thrown the book at me. Thanks to a smart, gay public defender, after a promise of showing him a good time, I ended up on probation. I had been warned that if I would get picked up one more time for soliciting, my ass was finished. I would be registered as a whore and booked for soliciting and that meant doing some hard time in this state. That was when a couple of the boys in blue got their heads together. They had started stopping me on a regular basis. They made it real clear that if I didn’t service them, they would arrest me on soliciting charges. Now you know whom the judge would believe. They left me no choice but to become their boy toy. At first it was just a couple of the rogue officers screwing me, but as they talked among themselves, the number kept growing and now I was becoming a full service whore for them. It was getting so bad, I began staying in my room to keep them from stopping me and taking me to some god-forsaken place and raping my ass--but that didn’t work. After a week of successfully avoiding them, they began coming to my room. They always came in pairs now and as soon as they were in the door, I was expected to get naked and kneel on the floor on my hands and knees. Not even bothering to undress, but just kicking off their pants they would mount me from both ends. I had learned that these men only cared about getting their nuts off in a hot hole. Once they had their orgasm and I’d licked them clean, they were gone. The thing that really blew my mind was when this cop Kelly came into the bar. He was in civvies, but there was no way he could hide the fact he was a cop. He had that same arrogant way of all of them. Once when I asked him why he wasn’t wearing is uniform, he said it didn’t look good for a cop to be drinking in uniform. I had to laugh when I thought of those old fat cops I was servicing all dressed in their starched blues and gun belts and naked to the waist--fucking the shit out of me. I wonder where the “serve and to protect” motto would go if the public could see their cops half naked fucking both ends of a guy. The only good thing now was once they started coming to my room, they began leaving me alone on the street. I had never seen Kelly in his uniform but even in civvies he looked like a fuckin’ cop--he even smelled like a cop. Sitting there at the end of the bar watching the comings and goings of the locals, he didn’t just give them causal once over--he would do a visual strip search. He was all cop--always on duty. Ryan had talked with him a few times and even bought him a beer, and he was convinced that Kelly was here to keep me under surveillance, but he still kept a watchful eye on Kelly as he checked out the patrons. Sitting there night after night, wearing those tight white t-shirts and a pair of skintight faded jeans and boots, he was one damn hot looking dude. I had now begun to wish he was one of those cops hitting on me, but I didn’t think he was that kind of guy. Just to see Kelly was to fall in love with him. He was on the tall side with black curly hair that he kept just short enough to curl into big lazy ringlets. I was willing to bet Kelly was porking half the broads in the city. He just didn’t seem like those other perverted cops I was servicing. Oh the old bastards were married and straight, but all they really gave a damn about was getting their nuts off. After a couple of months of them fucking my ass, I had just accepted what I had to do to stay out of the slammer. My ass now belonged to any cop in uniform that wanted to fuck me, but somehow Kelly seemed different. He never talked to any of the customers in the bar and if anyone tried to strike up a conversation with him, it didn’t last past a few words. Now me it was different, it was like he was becoming my friend. He always said I was fun to talk to. He said I was the pattern for the original “Pecks Bad Boy.” When I didn’t know what he was talking about, he began bringing in books for me to read. Between servicing my cops and reading the books Kelly had given me, I had my hands full. Over the next few weeks we’d begun talking about some of the books and Kelly began opening up a whole new world for me. He was smart and seemed to know just about everything. We would sit there hour after hour talking about the ways and whys of the world. I had begun to think of him as my friend. Then out of the blue one Friday evening, he asked me if I would like to spend Sunday with him out on his farm, saying we could run around the farm on his RV and have a swim. Saying it would be perfect for me, I could be ready and he could pick me up at my room that morning. When I told Ryan about my going to Kelly’s farm, he warned me to be careful around that cop or I would end up in the slammer—probably on a morals charge. Telling him I was I was sure Kelly wouldn’t do this to me, that he just wasn’t like all those other cops--he was my friend. What I didn’t tell Ryan was that fact that I was putting out to half the police force--and Kelly had never once come on to me. All that Saturday as I tended the bar, I kept looking for Kelly, hoping he would come in. I didn’t want to admit even to myself that what I was feeling for Kelly was more than just friendship. I was falling in love with the cop. The later it got the more despondent I was becoming. By the time the bar closed and I was cleaning up, I almost wanted to cry. It was like Ryan had said, Kelly having fun with me. All the friendly talk was just a cruel joke--Kelly was like all the rest of the cops, out to get his pecker into my ass. He must know about my track record, and I was willing to bet he had talked to the cops I was servicing. If he had just told me he wanted me and not pretended to be my friend, I would have given him anything, done anything, but to trick me like that hurt. I knew that for the most part, I was nothing but a cheap whore, but for once in my life someone had treated me like a real person. It was after midnight when I finished with my cleanup and Ryan had finished with me. Leaving by the back door, as it slammed shut I was startled by the lights of a patrol car coming on. As it began moving towards me and I figured it was just some of the boys wanting to get their nuts off. Then I heard Kelly’s voice and someone was leaning out the window of the patrol car waving to me. Running toward him I was so happy, I wanted to kiss him. Going around to the passenger side, when I heard the lock click open, I crawled inside. Looking at Kelly’s handsome smiling face, he said he figured he better come get me tonight since he didn’t have my address. I told him to stop by my place for some clean clothes. Laughing Kelley said he had everything I was going to need for the weekend. Leaning back in my seat and smiling I said, “You’re the Boss Kelly”. Laughing, Kelly coyly responded, “…and don’t you ever forget it David.” Suddenly remembering what Ryan had said, his comment sent shivers down my back. Kelly was like all the rest of the cops. As the patrol car headed out to the highway, Kelly looked over saying, “The boys at the station say you’ve got a great ass to fuck. How are you at blowjobs David?” There it was, the reason he’d been so nice to me--it was just sex after all. Knowing there was no sense trying to pull the ‘Who Me? act’ after he had talked to the other boys, I just scooted myself over and reaching for his crotch, asking him if he wanted a demonstration of what I could do. He said he thought I would never ask. Laughing saying he knew I was going to be a hot number. He slowed the patrol car and pulling over to the shoulder began to unfasten first his seat belt and then his trouser belt, pulling his pants down. In the light of the dash I watched his magnificent cock spring to life. He was unbelievable; he must be sporting at least twelve inches. This cop was hung like a damn animal. Pulling the cruiser back on the road and reaching over, he pushed my head down on his cock. I was thinking at least he was clean and good looking not like those other horny married bastards with their stubby little cocks. It was a small wonder they couldn’t get any at home. Filling my mouth with his cock and letting it slide down my throat, I took all of him. Then beginning to work on him with my throat muscles, I was going to give him the best damn blowjob he’d ever had. Groaning and squirming, he suddenly threw back his head letting out this yell of delight, saying I was sure one damn hot cocksucker. Feeling him begin thrusting up with his hips I knew he was going to blow his load. Letting his meat sink deep into my throat and then taking his load, I carefully began licking him clean. Setting back up in the seat, I figured now that he’d got what he wanted, he would take me back like the others did. Laughing, he said that was great for starters, but he wanted the whole ball of wax. Leaning back in my seat as he pulled his pants up, I knew I was in for the whole dog and pony show--I had just become his boy toy. Trying not to let him see my tears, I slumped down in the seat trying to hide my face. It wasn’t long before he began slowing and pulling off the highway onto a gravel road. I knew this place, it was the old Williamson place, there had been a fire here years ago and all that was left was a barn and the burned out shell of the old farmhouse. Driving past that eerie skeleton of a building and pulling up and parking by the barn, he opened the door saying we were here. Looking around I asked him where “here” was. Kelly suddenly began laughing, telling me he’d fixed up the loft in the old barn as a little apartment and getting out, he and I headed into the barn. After almost chasing behind him, as soon as we were in the barn, I could see a lot of brand new farm equipment parked in what use to be the animal stalls. He told me to get comfortable. Turning and heading up the stairs, I knew damn well what he wanted from me. By the time I was on the top stair I was naked leaving a trail of clothes behind me. Suddenly Kelly was all over me dragging me to the floor. I was on my back and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders. His heavy breathing and the sound of him spitting into his hand was the only sound in the room, as he used his spittle to slick his cock. Bracing myself for what was coming, I could feel his cock probing my ass crack. Then centering on my sweet spot, he lunged--driving that weapon of his deep up my ass. Now I was no virgin by any stretch of the word, but when he plowed into my ass, I let out a scream that would rattle windows. His cock was so damn big--he was more animal then man. It had been a long time since any man had brought tears to my eyes as he plowed my ass, but it felt like he was crawling up inside of my body. Pushing my legs even wider apart and driving himself even deeper into my ass, he began doing this grinding thing with his hips. This was no longer an act of consensual sex between two men; he had taken fucking to a new level. My whole body was trembling now from the intensity of his lovemaking. Then I felt his cock swell even bigger inside me, and then this glorious feeling of his cum filling my gut. As he withdrew from my body, I simply collapsed--spent from the force of his lovemaking. Of all the men I’d had fuck me, this had to be the most perfect screwing I’d ever had. Telling him he was wonderful, he just laughed saying he wanted to fuck that cute little ass of mind from the first time he saw me at the station house. Pulling me up to my knees, he began wiping his drooling cock across my lips, toying with me. He knew I wanted him, and I began licking and sucking at his spent cock, taking it showily into my throat. I found my hands begin moving over his nearly perfect body. When my hands began moving to his ass, he pulled them away letting me know he was the one that was calling the shots. Moving his hands to my ears, he held my head and began working his cock deep into my throat. Over the last year I had long since lost the desire to be the aggressor in sex, I accepted the fact that now I was a bitch to be used by men. After achieving his second climax, Kelly said it was time to shower and turn in. Standing then and following him into the bathroom, I waited as he adjusted the water in the shower. Watching as he stepping into this spacious tile cubical, he pulled me in with him. As the water came from the various shower heads aimed all over our bodies, I could feel his cock working into my ass again. Relaxing and just letting it happen, he was up my ass pumping me like no tomorrow. Feeling him cumming again inside me, as he slid out I began soaping him and working his body. I reveled in feeling that sensuous hairless body of his and now hungry for him again, I slipped to my knees, taking his still hard cock into my mouth. Suddenly, I was flat against the slick tile wall and he was driving his cock into me. As he pumped me full of cum, he was saying I was going to get all the cock I wanted tomorrow when the boys came out. Stunned at him giving me away to his cop buddies as some kind of party entertainment, I wanted to die. I had given him my body freely and in love and he used me like all the rest of those damn cops. Pulling me up to my feet he told me to rinse off--that we would get to bed. Following him into the bedroom and crawling into bed next to him, he pulled me close and I wondered if he was going to use me again. I had now lost any illusions of his caring for me; I was nothing to him but a whore. I lay there next to him still wanting him to love me. When I felt his arm move around me I curled up into him and began sucking on his nipples. Whatever he though of me I couldn’t help loving him. Suddenly he had pulled me over him, telling me to straddle him--he wanted me to take a little ride. Kneeling there and spreading my ass cheeks, I began lowering myself on his cock. Closing my eyes as I let him slide into my body, little shivers were running up and down my spine. Once I was seated, I reached out taking his nipples and began riding him like the wind. Laughing and bucking me like the stallion, he was once again filled me with his cum. It was when I began lifting off of him that he spread his legs around me and raising them up over my shoulders asked, “Does Baby want to ride daddy now?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and moving my now throbbing cock to his ass he said, “Lube me up first, Baby.” Reaching over and tossing me a tube of KY I hurriedly began greasing us up. I wanted to plow his ass before he was off of the high. Sliding into his ass was a trip to paradise, but obviously on a well-traveled road. Bending Kelly double, I sank everything I had into him. Our lips touched and we kissed. Grinning at me he said, “I didn’t think I was the only ass the boys were banging.” Wanting to know how, why as we lay there joined as only two men can, he said one of the men had caught him blowing some kids he’d stopped for speeding. They were just collage kids on the way to the beach and they were so damn hot looking. He was working on them when Whitey, one of the supervisors pulled up in back of his cruiser. The bastard got the whole damn thing on tape and from that day on he was the bitch for the boys, until they had found me. They were coming out here tomorrow and they wanted the both of us here together to service them. Slowing beginning to fuck him. I said he was a bastard; he raped me and let me feel like I was trash. Giving me a wicked grin he said, “But you loved it didn’t you. You want to be a bitch deep in your heart. You want a man to control your life and lover, I am that man!” From fucking him, we went to his sucking me, and then his fucking me. It was almost dawn when we finally went to sleep. This time I was in the arms of my lover. Whatever happened tomorrow, we would be together. When I did wake, I thought I was still dreaming. I felt this hot mouth working my hard cock and looking down at that black curly head working my meat, I said this was a glorious way to wake up. Giving me a loving bite, he continued sucking until he was at last taking my load. Leaping up and running to the showers, he said we’d better hurry because the boys would be here soon. We didn’t dress after the showers because he said the boys wanted us naked and ready. After eating, Kelly began getting out what we would be wearing. I was stunned to see him fasting a slave collar around his neck and then he handed me one. Next came the cock rings with the straps from the collar to the rings and finally the wrist and ankle restraints. From there he led me to the first floor of the barn and over to a section I had not seen before. There was what he told me were two St. Andrews Crosses fixed against one wall. Around these were whips and paddles and all kinds of funny looking toys. About then we heard tires on the gravel of the driveway. He quickly told me to kneel with my head bowed, that I was to do nothing or say nothing or I would be punished. That day I was to learn what an S&M club was. Sneaking a look up, I saw these men I recognized at the cops that were using me. Now they were dressed in wild leather outfits with leather hats and boots. Standing around us, one of them told Kelly he had done well. Watching him being led to the cross and fixed on it, they began beating him with these funny whips. They felt no marks but from the sound of them it must have hurt like hell. I was soon to find out as they led me to my cross. As the whip stung my flesh, I looked over to Kelly and I knew we would get through this together. I wanted to make him as proud of me as I was of him. I would learn from him and I would love him. All that day we were whipped, paddled and fucked. When the party was finally over and the last car had left, we managed to help each other up to the shower. Sitting there on the floor of the shower with the water running over our exhausted bodies, I asked him why and he smiled sweetly saying, “Because I’m their slave the same as you are now, lover. We belong to them. It was then we washed each other and crawled to bed I told him I loved him and I wanted a different kind of life. I wanted to be somebody and not a piece of property. Snuggling into his arms, I said we should have a life together. From that night our lives took on new meaning. The boys still came by and screwed the shit out of me at my room and when I went to Kelly’s place on Sundays, they still whipped and beat us, but we had a plan. We hung on for almost a year, and when it was just about a week until my probation hearing and I was a free man, we told Ryan what had been going on. It was when we told him how we were going to run away that he suggested that he buy the RV for us and make all the arrangements and in that way no one would ever know, and be able to trace us. It was Ryan that arranged for the sale of Kelly’s farm for cash, so we would have money to run. After having my court date and when I was released, we had everything ready. There was only one way we could show Ryan our thanks and he was more than happy to take our offerings. It was like I’d told Kelly, Ryan really knew how to fuck a man but he had never had two men work on him at once. When Kelly and I finished with him, he had a permanent smile on his face. Kelly and I had talked about New Mexico and as he pointed our RV toward the south, he held his hand. My new life and his was just beginning. I am happy to say that Kelly did find another job as a cop, and a damn good one. I am now just finishing up my college degree thanks to Kelly and we are insanely happy. We have kept up correspondence with Ryan and I am pleased to say that scandal rocked that town when they discovered that half of there esteemed police force were members of this notorious leather organization. I had to believe their discovery was somehow due to Ryan. I bet the bastard set those cops up with an undercover man leading them into entrapment. One day soon Kelly and I will have him up to visit us and show him a real good time. After all--that boy really knew how to fuck and Kelly and I knew what he liked. Comments to Harveynate@AOL.com