Gay Erotic Stories

"Hi, I'm Chris Kline. You might remember me from the movie ‘American Pie.’ It was a blast making the film. I got to hang out with a bunch of cool guys and ever since then my love life has been…well you know, pretty terrific. What I like best about being recognized is I get to hang out with other celebrities. One of my favorite comics, Andrew Dice Clay introduced himself to me two months ago. He told me he liked my work and that a producer buddy of his was putting together a comedy and he thought I’d be perfect for one of the leads. Okay, I’m a bit naive and way too trusting, but I never imaged he’d make up a story like that just to rape my cute ass…but he did.”

“The ‘Diceman’ told me to stop by his place the next day. He gave me directions to a mansion in the Hollywood Hills. When I arrived the Mr. Clay was only wearing a robe.”

“Hey, you made it,” he said with his usual tone, “Great, come on in, we were just talking about you and what you can do.”

I shook his hand and he closed the door behind me. “We’re set up upstairs. Here, he said, handing me a beer as he opened one for himself. “To a great fucking movie!” We toasted and about 30 seconds later I started feeling light-headed. The next thing I knew I passed out. When I came to it was about 30 minutes later. I was naked and handcuffed to a large bed in the basement family room.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled, trying not to show my fear.

“Good, Prince Charming is awake.” Mr. Clay said as he turned from watching his own image on TV. It was working as a monitor for the several camcorders I noticed around the room, most of which were pointing at me on the bed.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Un-cuff me!” I demanded.

“Is this the kind of fucking thanks I get? I told you were perfect for a really big part,” he said as he opened his robe, “and here it fucking is!” My mouth dropped open as I saw the 12 inches long, hard, thick Italian cock aiming at me. Holy fuck, I knew I was in trouble, but I didn’t think to tell anyone where I was going today.

“Hall, get your fucking ass in here!” he said calling to the next room. A 6’2”, 200 muscular pound blond entered, completely naked except for a towel around his waist. I recognized him as the actor, Anthony Michael Hall. He was smiling as he walked up to Mr. Clay and the two of them kissed right there in front of me.

“Don’t be so shocked,” Anthony Michael said looking at me, I was auditioned last summer.

Breaking in Mr. Clay said, “Yeah, and to get to the fucking party!” Anthony Michael blushed a bit as Mr. Clay said it. Then without a word the handsome blond sank to his knees and said “Master, how may I serve you today?”

I thought ‘Master? What the fuck is this?’

“You fucking know how,” Mr. Clay said with his usually arrogant swagger and before I could believe my eyes Hall was deep-throating the man’s dick like a cat going down on catnip. I’d always considered myself bi, but in the business it’s not necessarily good to advertise it. I mean I get a lot of parts as the all-American guy next door, so I don’t want to ruin the image and lose work. But watching Hall was turning me on. Being cuffed and chained spread eagle on my back made it impossible to hide the fact I was getting aroused.

“Yeah, that’s it, work my fucking pole you cock sucker!” Dice said as he grabbed the kid’s blond locks in one hand and thrust it in hard and fast. Man he was hung. My mouth began to water as I watched the scene. I wondered if he’d have me sucking his dick. I mean he’s huge. I’ve taken on 7 inches, but never 12!

By the hair he pulled Anthony Michael off his meat. “Not so fucking fast, we got a guest!”

Anthony Michael Hall, naked as I was got on the bed and began sucking my cock. Holy shit it felt great. I watched as his mouth slide up and down my shaft. Man he was an awesome cocksucker. Before long I was close to cumming. Then with just a snap of his fingers the Diceman had Hall get off my cock. With the pull of a couple of ropes my legs were lifted up. Then I watched as Hall buried his face in my butt. All I could see is his curly blond locks and sometimes his lust filled eyes. His tongue had a life of it’s own, screwing in and out of my virgin ass. God, I nearly came just from that. Then after 10 minutes, and me moaning my approval, they partially lowered my legs. Then Mr. Clay dropped his robe and knelt between my legs.

“Is he?” He asked Hall.

“Yes, he’s got to be a virgin, he’s really tight! Hall answered as he moved to lie down next to me. Hall whispered, “He’s going to fuck you!” Our eyes met and the blond smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed me long and deep. Man, he was a great kisser, but it was what I felt pushing into my ass that got my full attention. “Yeah, that’s it baby, fight the Diceman!” Mr. Clay said with a lust-filled tone in his voice. I felt Hall begin to stroke me as he kept his mouth pressed to mine. “Yeah, that’s it, you’re going to get the big part now.” And with that he drove the first 6 inches of his manhood deep into me. I thrashed around, but between these two men and my restraints I knew it was useless.

Before long I was taking eight, then ten and finally all 12 inches up the ass. I was screaming into Hall’s open mouth. After another 5 minutes or so, I got control of myself. I understood my fate. Hall was helping me out, stroking me and kissing me and offering me words of encouragement. Diceman was swearing at me, calling me a fucking whore and thrusting it harder and deeper into my ass than any porn star ever did on film.

Hall undid the cuffs and I found myself embracing him as he leaned over me and kissed me with gentle passion. At the other end Andrew Dice Clay undid the leg restraints, put my legs over his shoulders and soon after filled my ass like old faithful. Pulling out he said, “Yeah, you took it well punk. Can’t wait until your first movie is edited. I then realized he had me playing the bottom bitch to his top man on film. With the restraints off I must have looked like a willing participant. Hall knew what I was thinking and said, “There’s no fighting it; he owns us. The best we can do is keep him happy so he doesn’t distribute the films.”

I don’t know why, but sat up and asked, “Master, may I fuck this unworthy blond?”

Hall looked at me in shock like I had just betrayed him. Andrew smiled and said, “Mount him and do him hard!”

I looked at Hall with my All-American smile and said, “Hey, if I can’t beat him, I might as well join him!” I then kissed him and said, “Get on all fours bitch, your ass is mine!” Needless to say, I got the part of a lifetime, being the right hand man to Andrew Dice Clay. Who can ask for anything more!