Gay Erotic Stories

Caveat Emptor: a fictional story intended for adult reading only.

“My Dick Has Your Name on It” Part 1

Zak Wolfe: “natural born juvenile delinquent” –a truism his aging parents were quick to rattle off when confronted with the latest Zak mini-crime wave.

Alice and Calvin Wolfe were comfortably into middle age when Alice began having problems. She was sure that she had uterine cancer or something equally dreadful and delayed going to her doctor for months fearful of the truth. Finally her husband Calvin persuaded her to have a medical exam. The doctor knocked their socks off when he told them that Alice was five months pregnant. They were dumbfounded: “How could this happen to them, and at their age?” Neither had ever considered children, in fact they both hated children, sighting Calvin’s baby-factory sister, Valeria, as reason alone, never to produce rug-rats of their own.

Zak came into the world a healthy blue-eyed, towheaded baby boy with a powerful set of lungs. Alice turned forty-one the week before he was born. Calvin was fifty-three and already planning his retirement. ***

Prior to Zak’s eighteenth birthday his run-ins with law enforcement were relatively low key problems and quietly buried in police reports that were conveniently lost as a favor to the Wolfe family –highly respected members of the upscale Tacoma suburb.

Zak’s lifestyle reached a pivotal moment on his eighteenth birthday when his friends took him to a RAVE. The boy went wild over Ecstasy and from that night onward, his party level was ratcheted up to intensive.

During the following months Zak and his friends became regular faces on the rave scene –dancing all night to the techno-beat music and tripping over the light show. He also perfected his knack for scoring drugs. Using his good looks and winning personality he teased gays and fag-hags, suggesting that he might putout for them if they shared their drugs with him and his friends.

They usually scored while waiting in line for the rave to begin, so that when the doors opened they were already high on Ecstasy. To heighten and retained that euphoric rush they sucked on pacifiers.

*** The party atmosphere came to a crashing halt. The music ended and the laser-lights were turned off. Intense overhead lights beamed down on their disoriented faces, detailed the excessive of the evening.

Zak looked around for Pete; his head was still throbbing from the party drugs earlier that night. Finally he asked some girls that he had danced with earlier. “Hey Liz, I can’t find Pete. He’s got the car keys… any of you see where he went?”

Liz looked at her friend Sherry who was struggling to keep upright. “Girl, you shit-faced! Say you and Pete were doing it earlier, where’d he go?”

Sherry’s lipstick was smeared all over her chin and mouth. “Some guys offered us some coke and we followed them upstairs. They took us to a men’s room that had an out-of- order sign on the door… I could see right off that something wasn’t right, it weren’t fucking-coke they wanted to give us, so I passed… turned out to be Special K. They broke out some dynamite weed …real good shit… supreme stuff man, from Thailand!”

Zak was getting pissed. “Tell us where-the-fuck is Pete!”

Sherry tried to pull herself together and remember where Pete had gone. “Oh yeah. While I was giving head, Pete was pulling a train.”

Zak looked at his best bud Jake and they both burst out in laughter. “Fuck! Macho-man Pete getting dicked like a bitch… God I would love to see that!”

Sherry saw her opportunity to connect with them. “You probably could see Pete in action… they used two professional cameras to record the action. Pete was stripped and on his hands and knees getting it from both ends. Eight guys and each took a turn in the mouth and ass.”

Jake was hurting from laughing so hard. He had been Pete’s whipping boy since junior high school. “You know, if they used professional equipment, I bet they recorded sound. God I would love to hear old Pete pleading with those guys.”

Sherry spoke up. “In between cocks fucking his face, he begged them to stop… ‘Take it out you’re ripping my ass!’ That just made the guys pile drive him even more. I heard one of the dudes say that he loved to fuck straight macho types like Pete and hear them beg.”

“So you think he’s still upstairs? We got to get that car key man, it’s our only way out of this place.” Walking through the old warehouse district was dangerous and they didn’t want to wind up like Pete.

Sherry liked being the center of attention. “Forget about Pete. After they finished the train they dragged him over to a urinal and laid him out so that his head was in the drain. All the guys started pissing in his face. Pete tried to put his hands up, but two guys stretched his arms out and held them to the floor with their feet.”

“Think old Pete is still upstairs, with his head in the john covered in piss?” Jake chuckled.

“No way, I heard them talking about selling his ass to somebody. Pete was coming down from the Special K and started fighting them. They held him down while this big dude give him another hit of K. Then they hauled Pete over to the sink and stretched out on the counter. They doused him with a pail of water. Even after pissing on his head he still had globs of dried cum on his face and in his hair.” Sherry took a drag off Zak’s cigarette and asked if anybody had something to drink. Pete was not the only one who would have a sore throat tomorrow.

Jake and Zak were really getting into the deflowering of Pete. “So Sherry, what happened next?”

“They used liquid soap and paper towels to clean Pete’s front side and then flipped him over. After cleaning and drying his backside, one guy said, ‘Shit, his ass is leaking cum like a sieve! I’ll be damn if I get that shit all over my car.’ They started rolling up paper towels to cram in his ass. I dug in my bag and found a tampon and tossed it to them. They loved the idea of using a feminine hygiene product on their newly created bitch. I had to show them how to insert it. They dressed Pete, all but his white Hanes briefs, which they kept for a souvenir. As they carried him out, one of the guys leaned in and shouted in Pete’s ear, ‘Yo Pete! Don’t crash, you gonna be the star of the show! Come Monday morning we going to have a new name for you, Pete is just too butch …think maybe I’ll call you, Puss-in-boots! You like that pussyboy?’”

A voice came over the PA system: “Everyone please walk to the front of the building, the party is over …drive carefully kids.”

Sherry and Liz still had hopes of the guys finding a ride out of the area. A small crowd of ravers started walking in the direction of the CBD. The skyline sparkled on the horizon like the Emerald City and sparked Liz’s imagination. She began to skip and sing: “We’re off to see the wizard… the wonderful wizard of OZ…”

In an instant the entire band of ravers started singing and skipping along, waving their glow sticks. They were like a flock of penguins racing through ice flows, with the fallacious assumption of safety in numbers.

The group began to thin out and finally only Zak and his friends were walking down the deserted street. They had not been paying attention, both guys had been occupied trying to get the girls to turn down a side street and give them head.

They stopped in front of a vintage car dealer and peered into the dark show window. The streetlight provided just enough light to show off the old Packard. It had been fully restored; the highly polished back enamel finish reflected shards of light from the street. Everyone thought the 1925 Packard was cool looking, straight out of Elliot Ness’s Untouchables.

Jake kicked in the side door and called for the others to follow him. They raced to the old car and pilled in; Zak got behind the wheel, Jake yelled shotgun and took the passenger side. They pretended to be Capone’s guys chased by Ness, firing imaginary machine guns.

Liz suggested that they go for a joy ride and Sherry jumped in telling the guys that they would get lucky if they took them for a ride in the old car. Before anyone realized what happened, Zak hot-wired the car and drove through the plate glass window.

Jake wasted no time; he had Liz going down on him in the backseat. Zak looked in the rearview mirror at Jake’s face and he knew Liz was working him good. He grabbed a hand full of Sherry’s red hair and pulled her head to his crotch. “Time to put out bitch!”

Sherry unzipped Zak’s pants and took out his rock hard cock. She was amazed at the size, she tried to put the cock-head in her mouth, but couldn’t open wide enough. “It’s too damn big …all I can do is give you a hand job.”

“Fuck that shit! Suck it bitch! You said you’d put out, and I don’t mean no fucking hand job.” He held her head and forced it down on his cock. Her teeth scraped the tender area and he yelled in pain. “You fucking whore! No teeth! Suck it cunt or I’ll put you out right here!”

Zak forced Sherry’s head all the way down on his cock, pushing all nine inches of thick meat down her throat. She was fighting him, trying to raise her head off the big dick so she could breath. He was ready to cum and started fucking her face as fast as he could move her head. Sherry made a fist and slammed it into his tight balls. He screamed in pain just as he started shooting his wad. Sherry pulled away from him and he shot cum all over the dashboard.

He wasn’t paying attention to his driving and looked up just in time to see the big yellow sign: Right Turn. He applied the brakes but could not stop the heavy car and hit a brick wall. Everyone escaped injuries, but the antique car was totaled.

The price tag from the joy ride climbed pass 50k and it was decided that Zak needed to do time for this latest caper. He was sent to Camp Pike, a minimum-security facility for young men deemed to be socially salvageable. The facility and the experimental program were new, run by a private penal institute.

The camp was located about a three-hour drive from Tacoma; a distance that guaranteed few family visitors to monitor the unorthodox disciplinary measures carried out at the facility.

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