Gay Erotic Stories

Justin and I had really gotten to know each other well in the first two weeks. Whenever we were together we would laugh our asses off, but we also had serious discussions till all hours of the night. Justin is a very happy-go-lucky person. Raised in a well-off suburb of Melbourne by his parents he had lived a carefree life. He had been seeing his girlfriend for a few years; by the sound of it she is really pretty. He missed her heaps; he said he needed to jack off twice a day just to feel sane. That’s one thing about Justin; he speaks about sexual topics frankly and honestly. No sleazy undertones, just the facts. Our late night conversations usually turned to sex and masturbation. I was surprised at how much I gave away to him but I was not ready to tell him everything. In such a small amount of time we have grown completely comfortable with each other. The first night we shared the room I was unusually uncomfortable to sleep naked with him so close. This apparently didn’t faze him; he stripped down in full view of me before lying on top of his sheets and turning the lamp off. Stubbs was right he didn’t have any shame. And with a body like his, who would? Since that night I have made it a point to be naked around him as much as possible. Whether it be getting into bed, coming out or going in to the shower or the odd skinny dip down at the beach. We are both proud of our bodies and our packages. Gradually I didn’t even notice if he or myself were wearing anything, that’s how comfortable we became. We have both grown friendly with Stubbs as well. Stubbs has even less shame than Justin. The only time he put any clothes on was when he was going out to do his jobs for the day. Sometimes he would wear a jockstrap. I wasn’t sure but I had the feeling that it was my jockstrap that I had swapped with his. The pouch was now stretched to accommodate his size. Several times I wanted to check if it was mine or not. I knew that mine had a light blue stain, barely visible, on the inside of the elastic around the back. The stain was my initials, which had been written with pen, then blurred from washing it in the washing machine so many times. Even though I see it at least a dozen times a day, the sight of his huge pecker swinging between his legs makes me catch my breath. It took me a week before I would not get hard at the sight of it. Justin and I often joke about the size of it when we are talking late at night, giving it and Stubbs all types of stupid names. Our favourite name for it was “the monster”. Neither he nor I knew where the nickname Stubby came from though. Justin and I had compared cock size a few nights after meeting. His was thicker then mine. It was also a bit longer when flaccid, but when hard I was about one and a half centimetres longer. Like mine, his cock was not circumcised. His foreskin was unusually long, drooping off the end of his head. He said that every morning he would stretch his cock in different ways: it was meant to make it bigger. He would also, when taking a piss, hold the end of his foreskin making it balloon out. This made the foreskin bigger. He said he loved when his girlfriend would play with his foreskin with her tongue. He asked me what I liked a girl to do. I told him that I was very sexually inexperienced; that I was waiting for the right girl. I didn’t mean to lie; I just thought I better keep my lust for men secret for now. In the morning he showed me the stretches, we did them every morning for the next two weeks. On at least four occasions over the first two weeks, Justin and I had come home to find Stubbs laying on the couch, cock in hand watching a porno on TV. On all these occasions, Stubbs didn’t even flinch; instead he sat up and told us to watch it with him. We both obliged, pulling our shorts off, and sitting on the couch either side of Stubbs. I was careful not to look over at Justin and Stubbs as their clenched fists flew up and down their stiff dicks. The movies didn’t really interest me; most of the scenes just had women in them. There was one part in one of the movies, in the middle of a big gangbang, a guy started to suck off another guy. The scene only lasted a few seconds. Stubbs continued to stroke while Justin, on the other side of Stubbs, slowed down nervously. I didn’t know what to do, so following Stubbs’ lead, showed no signs of slowing down. We had been training with the other rookies for the last week and a half under the coaching of Stubbs. The other rookies are OK, some are a bit full of themselves and some are still a bit nervous being away from home. Stubbs is a great coach, very hands on. He expects a lot of effort from everyone, we workout till we are bone tired. The good thing about Stubbs is that he runs through all the training with us, right by our sides. Even after we would finish he would continue running or lifting weights. No wonder he looks so good. I can still remember the first afternoon after training. All the guys had hit the showers; both Justin and I strutted around naked noticing the others sneaking a peek at our cocks. There was not a lot of talent in the showers; most of the guys were small and underdeveloped. I had just started to soap myself up when Stubbs walked into the room, towel around his waist. “Hope there’s some hot water left,” he said removing his towel and placing it on a hook. With Justin and myself hogging the showers on the far wall, Stubbs found a free shower in the middle of the other rookies. As he walked to the shower his meat swung wildly, bouncing off his two hairy nuts. All the other guys stared at it in awe then, in embarrassmen,t looked away. Justin and I looked at each other and laughed quietly. The other guys carefully snuck a look when they thought no one would see. Stubbs loved the attention; he stood there fondling his balls with his hand. After he had lathered up and washed himself clean Stubbs turned off his shower and walked around the showers to all the guys. Shaking their hands with one hand, playing with his balls with the other, Stubbs told them how they could improve their game and what working out they would need to do. He would look them directly in the eyes as he spoke, not once checking them out. Most of them looked down at “the monster” involuntary and back up at Stubbs with blushing red faces. After Stubbs had moved on to the next guy some of their pricks began to harden. Turning around to face the tiles, they would take deep breaths and try to calm down. The three of us laughed about this at home after dinner. Stubbs said that he was used to people, especially guys becoming nervous after see the size of his cock. “You’d be surprised at the amount of normal guys who get hard when seeing it. They’re just amazed; it’s nothing sexual. I think it’s funny; it’s one hell of a confidence booster. Sometimes I go to a public shower like at a gym or pool just to see how guys react.” Justin told him that we had nicknamed it “the monster”. Stubbs just laughed it off. “I’ve heard it called every name under the sun. Some nights when I bring a root home they only address my cock not me. I don’t care: as long as I get a fuck I’m happy.” “I know what you mean,” Justin chimed in. I sat there in silence. Stubbs had not tried to have any sexual contact with me since the day at the beach. Instead he would bring home a different woman every few nights. Justin and I would lay silently in the dark listening to the wild screams, usually hers. I would turn so my back was to Justin and gently stroke my dick. Every now and then I would hear faint gasps of breath coming from Justin’s bed. One night while Justin and Stubbs had gone out on the town I went to bed early. I woke to hear the unmistakable moaning of Stubbs. Needing to take a piss, I opened the door to the bathroom. The door leading to Stubbs’ room was half open and the light was on; the moans stopped. I stood over the toilet, naked, cock in hand. I was just about to piss when I heard Stubbs talk. “So you ready for this beast, bitch?” “You know I am,” came the manly-sounding reply. “Let it rip, ya big tough guy.” The voice was definitely a man’s. My heart leapt and my cock hardened. I could no longer take a piss. The other man gave out a few muffled yells. “Take it, boy!” Stubbs growled. The manly moans became louder and deeper. Softly, in the silence of the night and buried under the sound of the bed hitting the wall and the animal groans, I could hear a clapping sound. I crept slowly to the door and looked in. In front of me was Stubbs, naked save for a jockstrap. His muscles rippled. He stood, knees slightly bent, his arms holding something in front of him. He pumped his ass back and forth. His meaty ass, framed by elastic straps, pounded violently. At one instant it was close to me, the next, a few inches away. Between his legs his balls hung low, slapping against the other guy’s jockstrap-bound ass. His long veiny shaft slid in and out the guy’s cheeks. The guy’s feet rested on Stubbs’ shoulders. From my angle I could not see anything else of the other man. Gripping the edge of the door I accidentally made it move. It squeaked with the movement. Stubbs turned his torso around to face me, continuing to pound at the man. He smiled and motioned for me to come over to him. As I got closer I could see more of the man. The man was on his back. His face was clenched up, red with pain. His eyes closed. His tight lips open enough to let out a loud grunt every time Stubbs slammed against him. His hair was shaved, his chin smooth. I walked over until I was right next to Stubbs. Looking down I realised the man’s whole chest and stomach was hair-free. His cock and balls were cupped in the pouch of the jockstrap. The pounding of Stubbs made the package bounce back and forth. The man hadn’t even noticed I was there. I looked down to where the action was. The pouch to Stubbs’ jockstrap was pushed to one side. Stubbs’ big hairy shaft thrust against the man, disappearing inside his ass. Stubbs was going raw, his cock shone with lubrication. He pulled out completely, pausing for a second. His purple head throbbed, pre-cum oozing from the eye. The man stopped moaning, unclenched his face and opened his eyes. Looking up in surprise he said to me, “You must be Adam; I’m…” But before he could finish Stubbs pushed forward, all the way in. This man must have been loose, taking “the monster” in like that. There is no way I could take even a third of it. I placed my hand on Stubbs’ neck. Slowly I moved it down over his rippling shoulders and down his lean, tanned back. It made its way down to the small of his back stopping at the waistband of the jockstrap. I flicked back the elastic, excited to see the faint blue stain, confirming that it was my jockstrap. I pulled back the elastic until it was taut. Letting it go, it slapped his bare skin, making a sharp snapping sound. I lowered my hand and clenched one of the huge buns. I moved myself behind Stubbs, feeling his ass with both hands. I ran my hands under the elastic straps. Lifting my hands out and letting go of the straps they slapped against his cheeks. “Spank me, bitch,” Stubbs snarled over his shoulder. I patted him firmly on the ass. “Harder, you little pussy!” He continued to thrust. I slapped him again, three times as hard. “Again!” he demanded. Once, twice, three times I spanked his firm ass. Red handprints started to appear. “Harder you pissy bitch.” Four times, five, six, seven, eight… I started to lose control, spanking him with all my strength. Nine, ten… The room was filled with the clear, painful sound of my palm across his ass. The man on the bed spoke up. “I can’t take it much longer; slow down.” Stubbs sped up, pounding him violently. I stepped back and watched. Stubbs turned his face to me, nodding me forward. I stepped back behind him and stretched my arms around his big barrel chest. I ran my fingers through the mat of hair, searching for his nipples. Having found them I pressed my body against the back of his. My hard cock was sandwiched between us. I moved my body in time with his, thrusting forward and pulling back. I pinched his nipples hard with my fingers. He let out a groan to show he liked it. I kissed the back of his neck. The man on the bed must have found his second wind. “Fuck me with that monster cock,” he yelled out in lust. I let go of Stubbs’ nipples and made a long kissing trail down his back until I was on my knees. When I got to his crack I started to lick forcefully with my tongue, going down along the hairy canyon. He bent over a bit more parting his cheeks. I could fit more of my tongue into the darkness. His curly hair tickled my tongue. I dug my face into his crack until my tongue struck his puckering hole. I quickly moved my tongue up and down; his body shuddered. Kneeling there, face in his ass as he thrust in and out I took in a deep breath. His manly, sweaty aromas filled my nostrils. I could have passed out with pleasure overload then and there. Not wanting to delay my journey, I continued down his crack. Having reached the end of the canyon I found myself face to face with his huge swinging balls. From this better angle I could see his shaft force its way into the man’s ass with more vigour than before. The man yelled out louder and more often; soon it was a continuous chant. With the smell of Stubbs leaving my thoughts, I needed another fix. Spreading his ass with my hands I licked at the hair growing on each side. Deeper I went until I was back in heaven. I poked my tongue hard against his hole. It gladly accepted me inside for a tiny distance. At that instant the hole clenched up forcing me out. Stubbs stood up straight; my face pulled back. I stooped down lower to get a better view. Stubbs growled loudly, thrusting three last times, hot cum squeezed its way out of the man’s hole, monster cock still inside. The cum dripped to the floor, forming a small puddle. The monster remained inside the hole. Stubbs collapsed on top of the man, playfully biting at his smooth nipples. I heard a noise outside the house; Justin was coming through the front door. I stood up and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Stubbs was still going at the man’s chest. Sprinting into my room, I jumped on my bed and pulled my sheets over myself. Justin entered moments later. That night my dreams where riddled with images from my three encounters with Stubbs. The firmness of his hand on my cock, the salty taste of his pre-cum, the manly smell found in his ass crack swam around my head. When I woke up in the morning the blinds were open and light shone onto my bed. I felt a huge warm, wet spot in my sheets. The mid-region of my body was covered with sticky cum, my pubic hair clumped together. Sitting up I saw Justin drying himself with a towel. He looked down at the stain. He grinned from ear to ear. “Good dream, ey?” If you have any comments email me at inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com. All feedback is useful so don’t be shy. Adam, Part 4 may be delayed as I am working on Stubbs’ story at the moment.