Gay Erotic Stories

CJ had just walked into his home, looking around for something to eat; the young 18 year old football player was starving, he was still in his uniform. While foraging, he wandered around the house till he heard his mom say that she was running off to the mall to do some shopping. He said ‘fine’ and went to his bedroom--probably intent on jerking off--or at least watch some TV. He saw some porn, and when his 6 inch penis started to get rock hard after seeing some horny women, his penis severely stretched his football shorts. He had no choice; he freed his cock from his shorts and started playing with it, jerking it contentedly. He heard some noises in the house and went downstairs to investigate.

He noticed the progress of the basement remodeling as he descended the steps, smelling the wood and fresh paint mixture. He picked up his pace, wondering what was going on. The noises increased and his blue eyes were wide with wonder as he looked around, scanning the room. The voice was getting louder as he walked past a mirror and flashed a quick glance at his reflection. He quickly admired his good looks…his dirty blonde hair, messed up from his smelly football helmet. His sapphire blue eyes and built straight forward chest was a winning combo, accented with his huge pecks, long legs, V-shaped torso, a tight firm ass, and muscular hips that held his sweaty jockstrap supporting his flaccid 6 inch uncut penis.

He continued on, homing in on the sounds until he saw two bodies. Apparently the workers were painting another section of the basement. They were joking around, apparently on a break and having a beer. He asked them if they shouldn’t be working. The older man of about 37 was holding up his beer. He was hot, having bushy, unkept blonde hair and a goatee, while sporting a really nice set of abs slightly hidden by the beginnings of a beer gut. He was wearing an older pair of tight fitting jeans that were moderately dirty and clearly outlining his substantial wifebeater.

The younger worker was about 25 and looked Italian. He had spiky black hair and huge pecks that showed through his dirty V-necked T-shirt. He had on a dirty pair of well-worn Nike sweat pants that clung to his bubble butt.

Jim, the older worker snarled, “What the hell do you want you little fag?” He laughed at his comment and looked at his partner, Anthony.

CJ shot back, “I’m straight—you dickhead!”

“You really expect me to believe that?” Jim sneered sarcastically.

“Yeah!”

Then, Jim slapped him across the face and pushed CJ against the washer.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” CJ yelped.

He took CJ’s hands and called Anthony over to tie them and place some duct tape over the kid’s mouth. While Anthony complied, he slapped CJ’s ass and continued laughing.

CJ heard them talking amongst each other. Jim pulled down CJ’s shorts to knee level, the pulled his own jeans down past his thighs…freeing his cock. He slid his weapon in CJ’s tight ass almost immediately…not bothering with any type of rubber.

CJ yelped—it hurt like a motherfucker…the worst feeling he’d ever felt.

Jim withdrew fast and then cuffed CJ on the back of his head, telling him to “shape up you fag fuck!”

CJ just obeyed. Anthony came over and ripped the duct tape from CJ’s lips, causing CJ to yowl with pain. Anthony slapped him and then jammed his cock in his captive’s mouth and began pounding CJ’s face roughly. CJ struggled to breathe.

Jim continued to roughly jam is wifebeater into CJ—raw and dry—without the mercy of lube. The only concern—his own perverse pleasure—his hands clamping CJ’s hips and fucking him as if he cared for nothing else. CJ tried screaming—begging for them to stop. They only hit him, and hissed at him—calling him a ‘fag’ and ordering him to shut up.

The pain for CJ was terrible. Anthony’s equally huge cock was ravaging his throat while Jim’s weapon continued to play havoc with his ass. Jim pulled out suddenly, affording temporary relief from his attack, but then brought his ass-rammer up to CJ’s mouth, forcibly replacing Anthony, giving him a taste of his own ass. Anthony just laughed as CJ cried, while sitting back pumping his own cock, and then squirting it all over CJ’s hair and face.

At the same time, Jim decided it was time CJ taste his cum. He placed his hand squarely on the back of CJ’s head and forced his dick further, hitting the kid’s tonsils. When they both were finished, CJ was left with cum on his face, his pants at his ankles, and tears running down his cheeks.

They declared their day’s work was finished, headed for their van and left.

CJ was left to finish himself off…