Gay Erotic Stories

The bar was packed for a Sunday night. This was not my usual hangout. I had traveled over 30 miles to get to the place, a “dance bar” in the next county. I’m on the board of a GLBT community service foundation, and it was my task to sell tickets to our big fundraiser later that month. The local bars are always very cooperative, donating liquor and bartenders for the event. The owner of the Silver Spoon had invited us to set up a table at the door this weekend. We sold over 50 tickets on Saturday, and I was doing very well again tonight. The place is near the beach, so dress code was decidedly casual: lots of shorts, tees and sandals. The “boys” were very pretty, the “men” as ruggedly handsome as I could hope. It looked like a really fun bar, and I wished there were a great place like this in my neighborhood.

I was very popular at my table. My organization raises charitable funds for some very important Gay and Lesbian organizations and I was answering lots of questions about our group and the big Summer Party we were about to host. Throughout the night the owner sent men over to see me and I was being as flirtatious as I could to get them interested first in me, then in my tickets. It’s all about the sales pitch; it’s the sizzle not the steak! I was hit on repeatedly by some incredible men that made my dick stir continuously in my pants.

None of them compared with the dude at the end of the bar. About six feet-two, his blonde short spiked-out hair gleamed under the electric beer light hanging over the bar. He wore a white muscle tank over his broad bronzed shoulders, his pectorals straining the thin fabric. His nipples stood up against the ribbed knit. They looked so delicious, I wanted to go over and nip them right through the shirt. The man wore a string of pukka beads tightly around his neck. Was that back in style? His torso was hard, ripped and firm. The tank stopped just short of his waistband, showing his tight belly. He wore khaki pants that were cut off mid calf, like clam diggers. The blonde hair on his arms and legs looked like golden threads against his caramel brown skin. A very sexy, sun kissed surfer look. I imagined him riding a wave, the salty spray clinging to his muscular body. He never came over to see me, but I noticed him staring at me several times that night. He would catch my eye and then turn away, almost as if he was shy. I couldn’t imagine a stud like him being shy, but who knows?

The night was winding down--it was last call. I still had two full drinks lined up on my table from some very hunky admirers. I also had a pocket full of phone numbers and E-mail addresses from sexual wannabes. It felt good to be the center of attention! I had a long drive home, so I had stopped drinking about an hour ago. I sold about thirty tickets, really very good for a Sunday. I kissed a few new friends goodbye, and they promised to look for me at the big party. I passed the big blonde at the bar, and I saw him check me out one more time. He focused first on my crotch then looked up to my face. We locked eyes for a couple seconds. I hoped he liked what he saw, although I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.

I joked and flirted out in front of the bar with some of the men I had met. They all wanted to do some very rude things to my orifices. Another night, another place, perhaps. I needed to get back home. I had to go to work in the morning! The parking lot had been jammed when I arrived earlier, so my car was parked in the back lot behind the small strip mall that the Silver Spoon shared with a restaurant and a Laundromat. The sky was cloudless, crystal clear, and the half-moon threw blue light into the corners of the lot. I walked around the corner and saw my Mustang parked under a post in a pool of yellow light. I hit the key ring and heard the reassuring chirp of my alarm. As I opened the car door I sensed someone behind the dumpster. My caution had been replaced with sweet dreams of the blonde stranger at the bar. I guess I thought it was just some bar patrons, enjoying a little outdoor sex.

The two men came at me fast, knocking the air out of me, as I was body-tackled to the sandy pavement. We struggled for a minute. A fist hit me in the jaw and felt an odd liquid warmth. My mouth was bleeding. Another fist to my solar plexus. I stopped fighting as the men dragged me to my feet. I admit it, I was scared and in pain. I begged them to stop; I asked them, why? What did they want from me?

“That's enough talkin’. Just shut your dick-sucking trap. You little cock-tease, think you’re so hot, so special? Sold a lot of tickets by struttin’ yer ass in front of everybody. Well, I’ll jus’ take that envelope, darlin’!”

He was very drunk, but that didn’t diminish his anger. The second man held me from behind, giggling. He took a bandanna out of his hip pocket and forced it into my mouth. I gagged, but recovered. My muffled cries could not be heard. Although in great danger and in some pain, I couldn’t help thinking how handsome my attacker was! He appeared Mediterranean, with an olive complexion and inky hair. His face was angular, rugged, and covered in a day’s growth of black beard. His strong square chin had a clef in it, like Superman. The sleeves of his plaid shirt were cut off at his hairy pits exposing beefy arms covered in various tattoos, including USMC on one great bicep. His chest was massive, forming bulky mounds of muscle covered in a wooly mat of curly dark hair. He had a beer belly that he carried well; it fit his frame and looked good on him. The shirt was completely open, and I saw oily dark rings of hair continue across his gut and into his waistband. The bulge in his pants made me stiffen up despite the threats he continued to hiss at me. As his buddy held me tightly from behind, he shot another fist into my stomach, to remind me who was in charge here.

The second man took the envelope out of my pocket and shoved it into his. He was smaller than the first man, nicely built with red hair and moustache. He looked Irish, pale white with freckles on his arms. He wore a Harley tee shirt, way too tight, revealing his taught muscular body and six-pack abs. Really very cute, both of them, and I wondered what made these men so angry and so bad. The pain in my stomach was subsiding, and the men could probably see my dick tenting up in my trousers. I would never have guessed I would react to menace with sexual excitement!

Hey, Danny, y’think there’s somethin’ else this faggot can do ‘fer us? I’m thinkin’ that I want a piece of that tail he’s been waggin’ at me all night! How ‘bout you?

“Nah, I don’t like shitty assholes. I think he looks hungry. Maybe I need to feed him a little tube-steak. Let’s take him up to the clearing, Gio!”

I don’t remember Danny or Gio in the bar, I certainly didn’t mean to offend either of them, but the men were obviously angry with me for something. They were both so hot, so intoxicating, I would have given it up to them willingly if they had approached me earlier, in the right way! Still gagged, I pleaded with my eyes for mercy. Take the money, but spare my ass! They dragged me by the armpits to the edge of the lot and into the bushes. The clearing was well trampled, and I assumed it was probably a trysting place for after-hours anonymous gay sex. Danny the Irishman pushed me onto my hands and knees as Gio the Italian ditched is pants and dropped down behind me, sidling up to my butt. He pushed his throbbing cock between my legs, sliding his obscenely fat shaft forward to lodge between my inner thighs. Looking down to my crotch, I could see the angry red tip of his penis thrusting out the front, just under my balls. His cock must be at least eight inches of pure beef.

Danny opened his fly and put his cock in my face. It was about seven inches long, thickening as it extended from his bushy red pubic hair. It finished with a shiny mushroom cap that glistened with a drop of pre-cum. His balls were heavy and pendulous, also covered in wiry red hairs. Danny pulled the scarf out of my aching jaw. The bleeding had stopped, but I still felt the sting where Gio had punched my teeth into my lip. I stopped fighting, gave myself up, and opened my bruised lips to receive the man’s cock. Danny pushed it in slowly, relentlessly. I felt it rubbing against the roof of my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and slipped past the bend. I was stuffed to the gills with all seven inches. His red pubic hairs tickled at my nose, and I inhaled his musky, warm scent. Was I enjoying this?

Gio was holding me around the waist, his torso lying on my back as he dry-humped me between the legs. I knew he was almost ready to enter me. He pulled back, teased my asshole with the end of his big pecker, and pushed it in. I wasn’t prepared to take a man of that size. Gio took out his drunken anger in one violent plunge. He didn’t hesitate, the great shaft buried itself in my gut and I felt his hairy belly slap firmly against my ass. I jumped in agony, my body tensing and shaking in anguish. I must have scraped Danny’s cock with my teeth as Gio violated my ass. He pulled out of me and slapped me across the face with his closed hand. I felt pain in my eye, and it began to swell.

“This fuckin’ cocksucker wants to bite my dick off! I fuckin’ thought he was enjoyin’ it. I guess I’m gonna have ta teach the cunt a little lesson in table manners!”

Danny grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head into his crotch. He rolled his testicles in my face and I tasted the salty sweat that covered his meaty balls. I licked at them hungrily. Forgive me, but it was a very hot scene and although no one had touched my dick, I was getting close to a spontaneous ejaculation. Gio’s ramrod cock had been still for a while, but now it began to move inside of me. I could feel it’s thick engorged shaft filling my rectum, the sensitive nerves of my sphincter sending spasms of pain to my brain. He didn’t stop, he shoved his meat into me like a pile driver. I shivered as his cock head rubbed my prostate, making me cum, thick spurts of cream falling onto the sandy ground underneath me.

The men were heaving into me from both ends, I thought that their cocks must be meeting somewhere deep inside me! Danny was next to get off. He pulled my head into his belly, his cock buried in my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, his penis totally filling my throat and my nose pressed into his sweat-soaked groin. He swelled up, and released his load directly down my throat. I couldn’t taste it, I couldn’t swallow it. His fluid mainlined to my stomach. He pulled out and I gasped for air. He wiped the last of his syrupy cum into my swollen eye with a cruel chuckle.

Gio continued his attack, invading my asshole with his cock. His fucking was reckless, selfish. He didn’t care what it felt like for me. He would probably prefer that I didn’t enjoy it. I wish it weren’t true, but I was loving it! His thick arms wrapped around me, a cruel embrace, as he lay his heavy chest fully on my back. He panted his hot beer breath into my ear. I felt like collapsing to the ground, but Danny was still standing in front of me, in control of my position. He had replaced his cock with the cloth gag, and I was mute again. He held my head between his legs, and I braced my shoulders on his strong thighs as Gio plowed into my backside. The big Italian seemed to go tender for a moment, nuzzling my neck and kissing me as a rush of hot cum accelerated up his shaft and filled me with thick fluid. Danny released his leg lock on my head, and I tumbled into the gritty dirt. Gio fell in top of me, still kissing the nape of my neck, his softening cock still jammed in my burning rectum. Our sweat mixed with the dust and sand, covering us.

“Gio, wha’ we gonna do with this piece o’ crap faggot now? Ya gonna jus’ let him go? How do we know he’s gonna keep his fuckin’ trap shut? I ain’t goin’ back to state pen, that’s fer sure! This cocksucker whore could send us both back there!”

I lay in the dirt, helpless and hurting, as they discussed me. I was fuzzy, not thinking clearly, but I recognized the peril in what they were saying. Were they cold-blooded killers in addition to thieves and rapists? I struggled to get up, but Gio pressed my chest back into the ground with his heavy black boot. There was a rustle in the bushes. I didn’t hear it, but the two men suddenly tensed up. They listened to where the sound came from. Suddenly, a man entered the clearing, carrying a baseball bat. It was the surfer dude from the bar. I saw him through my swollen eye, his large powerful body looming in the moonlight. I sensed the anger and outrage in his eyes as he witnessed what the two men had done to me. Danny backed off. Gio fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade knife. The dude laughed.

“What the hell is that, a Boy Scout knife? It’s probably the same size as your little weenie! Get the fuck outta here, and maybe I won’t crack your head open with this fuckin’ bat!”

The big blonde had obviously not seen Gio’s weenie. No matter, his bravado seemed to be working; the cowards looked at each other and then back to the powerfully built surfer, and took off down the path to the parking lot. They taunted and cursed at us like naughty children until they were out of sight. I heard a throaty car accelerate out of the lot into the night. The astoundingly handsome blonde kneeled next to me and felt for broken bones. He gently brushed my shoulders, moving my rotator cuffs to check for dislocation. He seemed to know first aid, probably from lifeguard training. His hands, warm and soft, continued to my belly. He felt for tenderness in my gut. Except for bruises and a big black eye, I seemed to be okay. He gently lifted me to a tree, and propped me against it. He found my pants but my shoes, shirt and underwear were nowhere to be found. I could walk, but barely, so he held me under my arm and guided me back to his old Bronco at the edge of the lot. The dude lifted me off my feet and laid me in the back of his SUV, placing a rolled blanket under my head. He drove me right to St. Vincent’s Hospital emergency room, where I was cleaned up and released two hours later. He was waiting for me in the lobby. He looked like an angel.

“Are you okay? You look like shit. Well, really you look great, just a little knocked around. You couldn’t look bad on your worst day! What the hell did those animals do to you? You don’t have to tell me. It’s a good thing I saw your car back there with the door hanging open, I knew something was wrong. Where do you want to go? I don’t think you should drive tonight. Can I drive you home?”

He was sitting behind the wheel of the Bronco, his golden tanned skin glowing in the dim light from the instrument panel. His name was Charlie. He was sweet despite his impressive physique and killer good looks, a genuine nice guy. I told him my name was Jimmy. He rattled on about his job as lifeguard at the State Park beach, and his love of the ocean. I was soothed by his deep, melodious voice. I must have dozed off. I awoke to find Charlie gently lifting me out of the car, carrying me in his arms through a small front garden to the door of his apartment. My head nestled on his shoulder and my damaged face was hidden in his neck. He smelled like sea air, refreshing and clean. He carried me over the threshold, oddly reminding me of that episode of I Love Lucy. Charlie placed me in his bed. It smelled like him. I turned my head into the pillow and inhaled.

Charlie pulled his tank top over his spiky blonde head, and I saw his splendid upper body tanned brown with dark, large nipples. He had just enough blonde hair across his chest, and it continued gleaming in golden threads down his abs. I felt my dick stirring. He took off his belt, and his clam diggers fell to the floor. The shape of his Speedo was clearly defined against his bronzed waist and legs. There in magnificent creamy glory was an enormous dick, standing straight up into the air, suspended over large milky-white balls. His pubic hairs were pale yellow, a natural blonde! Could I fuck with this man so soon after my rape? My cock said yes, but my mind told me no. Charlie climbed quietly into bed and cradled me in his muscular arms. I heard his breathing slow down as I lay my head on his hard chest. We both fell asleep.

A few hours later, I awoke to the sound of dishes in the kitchen. Charlie came into the room, entirely nude, with a tray of sliced fruit and cold cereal. He had no inhibitions, and was correctly proud of his beautiful body. He stood before me, his soft dick still a good six inches long and as fine and white as alabaster.

“Good morning, Jimmy, although I’m sure it’s not so good, huh? Have some breakfast, I’m sorry I don’t have much to offer, I wasn’t expecting an overnight guest last night.”

Oh, but Charlie had much to offer this guest! I was swooning just to look at him, the big stunning man who saved my life and held me shivering in his arms last night. He crossed the room, placing the tray on the side of the bed that he had slept in, still warm from his body.

“The phone is on the nightstand, you might want to let your husband know you’re okay.”

How playful, he was joking with me already! I told him I had no husband, and was single since I broke it off with my lover Frank over a year ago. He smiled and I thought I saw his dick jump a little. I called the board president and told him what happened, that I had lost over a thousand dollars of foundation money to a rapist. He didn’t care a whit about the money, but was greatly relieved when I told him about my guardian angel. I didn’t know when I would be back home, but I promised to check in with them again later. I called out at work, no explanation. I decided not to call my Mom in Pennsylvania--she would only worry.

Charlie was sitting in the window, having a bowl of cereal with fruit. I thought that the choice of breakfast was perfect for him: lean, healthy and nutritious--all of those vitamins and minerals, building a strong virile body. The morning sun poured in the window, hitting his shoulders and making his chest hairs glisten. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and felt my fat lip and swollen eye. It was a real shiner! I must have looked like a monster, horribly misshapen and deformed. I was naked also, and normally I feel good about my appearance. Something dark in my unconscious made me want to cover up that morning, and I pulled the sheet up around my shoulders. Charlie felt my pain and came into the bed. He stretched out next to me and reached for my eye. I instinctively pulled back, but he persisted, and his fingers touched my wound with electricity. He leaned forward and his cheek brushed across my split lip. The sheet fell away from my body. He gently took my head in his hands and drew me into a kiss. I heard the ocean pounding the shore just outside the window, as we melted into each other’s arms.

For a while there was nothing sexual, just the healing touch of a kind and generous man. Slowly though, I felt him stir. His cock was pressing on my belly as we embraced. His hands explored my body, running down my back and massaging my ass. I felt his fingers slip into the warm crease between my cheeks. Okay, maybe I’m a slut, but even after last night’s ordeal I wanted to be taken by this Adonis. I wanted to give up my sex to him, to worship his incredible body.

“Jimmy, do you feel up to this? I care about you; I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore. I want to fuck you so bad, I have since the moment I first saw you last night at the bar. My cock is aching to get inside you. But if you’re not ready...”

I kissed him deeply, and held him close to me. I reached down and took his penis in my hand. It was hard and adamant. The colossal size of Charlie’s cock scared me for a second. I was still sore and irritated from the flogging that Gio had delivered to my asshole last night! Could I take another fucking so soon, and from such a remarkable dick? Charlie reached across me to the nightstand, opened the drawer and brought out a condom. But instead of putting it on he placed it on the nightstand.

“Oh, Jimmy, I want to make you feel okay again. I hope I can please you, make you happy this morning. I want to help you forget about last night. Not all men are like those scumbags! I want you to try me!”

Charlie slid off me, revealing his naked glory. I haven’t seen a body so well sculpted since my trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He was chiseled, his features imposing and boldly defined. His incredible cock was large even in proportion to his big frame. He got up onto his knees and turned himself around. He came back down next to me, forming a perfect 69. I held his waist as he guided his powerful spike past my lips. I felt an amazingly hot, wet softness as he sucked my hard cock into his mouth. Everything stopped. The planet was still. Nothing existed beyond the two of us, locked in an intimate grip that only two men can understand. The transfer of masculine energy in a full circle. It’s Yin and Yang.

Charlie was expert. He rolled and sucked my dick, drawing me close, then easing up to make it last longer. He could have gotten me off in a second, but he knew how to control me, so I came when he wanted. He finally brought me to a climax, and I pelted the back of his throat with hot gobs of cum. He didn’t pull away; instead he swirled my cock in the creamy load in his mouth until I was finished. I felt him swallow deeply. Charlie pulled his own cock out of my hungry mouth and got up out of the bed. Where was he going? I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom. He came back to the bed, carrying a towel and grinning at me.

“Nice load, Jimmy! I thought you were trying to drown me for a minute! I guess I have you pretty turned on, huh? Well, Jimmy, its decision time. You want me to use that condom now? I’m not forcing you to do anything, but I sure would like to be buried inside that ass of yours!”

I picked the condom off the table, tore the foil packet open and held it out to him. He climbed on the bed and crawled between my legs. He lifted my knees, and my feet went up over my head. I grabbed my ankles and held my ass up to him as he rolled the condom down his stiff rod. He took a tube from the towel and squeezed a bead of lubricant into his fingers. Charlie swabbed my asshole, spreading slippery gel deep into my puckered opening. I felt the head of his unyielding penis pressing on the ring of muscles that still ached from last night. If I could get past that threshold of pain just as he entered me, as his big dick occupied my body, then I would be all right. I was determined not to pull back, not to cry out in agony. I willed myself to relax. His cock was great, but not as great as my desire to take it deep inside me. It slipped in with almost no pain, and Charlie buried himself to the hilt.

Charlie was a very exciting fuck. He moaned. He shouted my name. His athletic body was completely in tune with mine. His heaving attacks were fierce but controlled. I felt his immense manhood moving in me. Charlie had a technique he liked. He slid his cock entirely out of my ass, then thrust back in with passion. Over and over, stretching that sensitive ring of muscle, out then in again. I held on to my ankles, my fingers digging into my own skin. His fucking was vigorous, probably rougher than Gio‘s. Funny how your state of mind changes perception. Unlike Gio last night, I never wanted Charlie to stop. Charlie groaned loudly in my ear and I felt him shudder.

“Oh fuck, man, I’m coming now! Jimmy, I’m coming! I’m fucking coming up your sweet little ass, man!”

I let go of my ankles as he pressed his groin tightly against my ass, his thick impaler going far into my rectum. My arms wrapped around his sweat-slicked shoulders. I felt his cock swell as his balls tightened, his cum gushing into me, the condom filling up in my ass. We lay together for a while in a heap of sweaty flesh, as the breeze from the ocean gently cooled us down. Charlie’s dick softened in my butt and he quietly slipped out. I removed the slick condom and placed it in the towel. He fell asleep, drooling on the pillow, his golden brown arm around my pale waist.

I like living at the beach. Charlie and I moved the last of my things into his apartment the following weekend. We are bonded together by strong emotions. I adore him. I worship him. Charlie saved my life, and made me believe in the basic goodness of man. For his part he wants me, he fucks me, he takes me sometimes several times a day. I don’t know if he loves me yet, but I'm working on that. In the meantime, life is good. Jimmygor@optonline.net