Gay Erotic Stories

The fact that I was gay had never bothered the other members of my soccer team. I had never hidden it, never pretended in the pub after the game that I was interested in scoring with some chick, like the rest of them. There had been the usual comments in the showers about not dropping the soap in front of me, but even that died a death after a few weeks and I came to be treated just like one of the regular lads. One of the reasons could have been that I was too valuable to them as a player for them to fuck me off. I was fit, I was aggressive, I had talent and I liked to win. And since I had joined the team our strike rate had noticeably improved. We play in the national English Premier Division - which in my slightly biased opinion, is about as good as it gets in world soccer, although there might be a couple of dreamy Italian players who I would be happy to wrestle to settle that question. When I joined the Club a few eyebrows had been raised amongst the rapid macho supporters, but I played to the gallery on the pitch by wriggling my ass at the stand whenever I scored, became a bit of a personality and my popularity soared. I was proud that the replica shirt carrying my name and number was among the top sellers in the Club shop. Towards the end of last season, we were in sight of winning the League and our manager decided that we should change our training schedule and move to the off-site training facility used by the English national team for the last three weeks of the season. We were to concentrate on perfecting our game and nothing else. The entire squad of eighteen players were to go, from which the final eleven would be picked for the final game, which would decide whether we or Manchester United would win the League. Training became more grueling than ever, as we sought to improve our fitness. At the end of every day the team physiotherapists massaged our aching bodies - a process which I have to admit to, I always finding arousing. As we were massaged in batches of four players at a time, stretched out naked on a line of four tables I faced a battle every evening not to show how horny I was feeling. This was exacerbated by the strict rule we lived under, whereby sex was absolutely off the menu. We had been warned that anyone caught having sex or even jacking off would lose his place on the team. You can imagine what this meant--seventeen pairs of straight balls and one pair of gay ones - all hanging from the hard, healthy bodies of hunky soccer stars - were by the end of week two aching fit to burst. On day fifteen we trooped to the showers after the training session and soaped up our tired bodies. "If I don't get it soon I'll crack" moaned our goal keeper. This was greeted with groans of agreement from the rest of the team. I joined in the general chorus and tried to concentrate on anything else other than the magnificent muscular bodies I was surrounded by. We towelled off and walked to the physio centre next to the locker room. I was with my usual group of Paul, our star midfield player, a devastatingly handsome blonde with a hard smooth body and a thick cut cock you could die for: Francois, our dishy Frenchman who has long dark hair, deep brown eyes and who's physique is so perfect, he probably makes as much from the modelling he does as soccer; and then there is Oz. Oz is the most beautiful black guy ever. A mother from Ghana and a father from Senegal gave him genes which produced a fine sculptured face with cheekbones that could cut bread, a totally ripped body, long, long legs and a cock hanging between them that wouldn't disgrace the average donkey. Modesty prevents me from saying too much about my own attributes, but let's just say that I felt I could hold my own in this exalted company! We entered the treatment room, threw the towels we were wearing into a basket in the corner of the room, lay on our respective tables and waited for the masseurs to arrive. The door opened and one of the junior staff came in to see a row of four perfect bubble butts facing him. "You guys look like a bike park" he quipped merrily." And the coach says sorry but massage is cancelled for tonight. The physio staff are all in a meeting" With this he left to make the same announcement in the other rooms. "Shit" said Paul, "I really needed a massage". "We all do" I said "Let's take turns and do it ourselves." They all looked at me and burst out laughing. "Oh sure" said Francois "You'd love to get your hands on us wouldn't you?" "Safety in numbers" I said "Don't be so scared, I'll do you first." I leapt off the table, grabbed a bottle of lotion and before he could protest again, began on his back. Paul followed my example and began to rub Oz's back. "I know how to do this, do what I do" I told him. We were now massaging the other men's thighs. I let my hands push all the way up Francois' beautiful legs, each time going a little further towards his groin. He didn't resist. No one was saying anything now. Paul did to Oz exactly what I was doing to Francois. We each had one perfect globe cheek of a perfect ass in our hands, pushing our fingers down into the crack. "Do you like that?" I heard him ask Oz. "Oh sure man. You're really good." "Time to turn over," I announced. "Uh ... I can't" they both said at the same time. "Oh come on guys, if it's because you've got boners, look at Paul and me." Francois and Oz opened their eyes and looked at me and a very red faced Paul - both of us standing there with enormous hardons. They eased themselves over and knelt on the tables. Their hands reached down to grasp their big hard dicks which they pulled in unison. "Why don't you lock the door " grunted Oz. He looked at me as he pulled on his cock. "You've always wanted this haven't you? Admit it!" "Yes" I replied hoarsely. "OK then, you got it." With not another word spoken, they stretched me out on one of the tables and circled me. Oz pulled back the skin covering the massive head of his cock and offered it to my lips. I fell on it hungrily, taking as much of it as I could into my mouth. I was determined to show him that no one sucks cock like a gay guy. I wanted to show them all what they had been missing. Francois and Paul were watching the action and jerking off. Oz took command and told them to lubricate my ass. Francois pulled my ass cheeks apart to allow Paul to push first one, then two oiled fingers deep inside. "Here Francois, come and get blown" said Oz. He pulled out of my mouth and brought Francois over to me. He grabbed Francois' cock and pushed it into my waiting mouth. Oz walked to the other end of the table and positioned my ass over the end of it. I felt the tip of his veined black cock as it inched into me. I thought it would split me but I was determined not to protest. I would take everything they wanted to do to me and take it like a man. As Oz pounded my ass, Francois and Paul took turns to fuck my mouth. I took hold of both cocks and held them together as I attempted to suck both at the same time. the two handsome men in front of me ran their hands over each other's pecs, tweaking their nipples before Paul took hold of Francois by the back of the neck and forced his tongue into his mouth. As I felt Oz coming into my ass, I brought Francois to a shuddering climax, a stream of spunk shot down my throat. As I did so, I jerked Paul's thick cock so that he shot his load all over my face. All three of them fell on me in exhaustion. "OK guys, my turn" I said as I turned over to reveal my stiff expectant dick. I had thought that after they had come they would be too uptight to touch me but I was wrong. As Oz and Francois sucked on my man tits, Paul ran his hand down over my stomach and wrapped his fingers around my red hot dick. Very gingerly he bent over and licked the head, before letting his emotions go and swallowing as much of it's nine inches as he could manage. They let their hands roam all over my body, their tongues exploring parts of me that I thought a straight mouth would never go. I was in heaven. I came with a force I had never experienced before. My voice reverberated around the room and was followed by a loud knocking on the door. Oz peaked out to find four more of our team mates outside. "We know what you've been doing in there and we want a piece of that ass " said someone. The four burst in and whipped off their towels. Four new stiff cocks faced me. I turned over and waited.