Gay Erotic Stories

In part 1, Tim had dared himself to get naked in the university locker room, throwing his kit away in the bin in the hope that he would find some kit left behind to go home in. His plans went badly wrong, was caught by the security guard, and his tutor, finally driving off bare assed naked in his car home at midnight after an interview with the police.

Part 2 has Tim trying to get home but being stopped by police several times, the police all knowing who Tim was, and using him as entertainment on the night shift. Except after the last stop, Tim gets offered a lift by two rednecks in their pickup truck.

In part 3, Tim finds himself as a shaved naked house boi to a group of six redneck men living in the remote hills above San Diego, who are also grooming Tim as a submissive sex toy to use to relieve their needs.

So, part 4….

Tim looks up at Mike, Yes Sir.

Mike grins, Good, now let’s get you doing some more of that work, and don’t go touching your dick. Cos that dick of yours ain’t yours anymore. It belongs to me, to all six of us. You understand, Boi?

Tim can feel his dick throbbing in the open air between him and Mike, totally exposed, totally on view. He can’t believe that he is accepting this role that he has found himself in so easily, so readily. That he has already taken Mike’s dick down his throat and then taken Mike’s dick up his ass and already been seeded by Mike. That he had replied to Mike that he was happy for it to happen again. Tim was surprised that it wasn’t so bad, sucking dick and getting fucked, once he put himself in the mindset that this is what his girlfriend had done for him many times, taken his dick in her mouth and pussy and ass. That this was all natural, just that he was now the catcher rather than the pitcher.

Tim recalls the words his gay friend had said many times, Of course, it’s natural, taking dick, it’s what your girl does for you, right? So, its exactly like that. Just cos I got a dick and not a pussy dont make it unnatural.

Tim had laughed at his friend when he described gay sex like that, and now Tim realised this was him. It was ok, it was natural. Mike hadn’t hurt him. In fact, Tim had enjoyed it once he had relaxed enough.

Hey Dreamer Boi. Stop day dreaming and follow me.

Tim shakes his head out of his thoughts and sees that Mike is a hundred yards across the yard. Tim’s dick bounces against his thighs as he runs to catch Mike up, Sorry, I guess I was just trying to get my head round all this.

Mike ruffles Tim’s hair, Lol, all you gotta get your head round Boi is my dick, and everyone else’s too. Keep our dicks happy and you keep us happy. Understand Boi?

Mike watches as that message sinks into Tim’s brain, that Tim is going to be servicing all the dicks in the house. Mike grins when Tim’s response is a submissive nod of the head, Good Boi. You really are settling in well, Boi. Perhaps I will give you a treat this afternoon. Would you like that, Boi?

Without knowing or asking what the treat might be, Tim nods, Yes Sir.

Damn, you are one Good Boi. As I said, we sure got lucky picking you to be our house boi.

Mike finds it hard work to concentrate on showing Tim his duties around the house and compound. Mike is rock hard in his pants and wanting more ass, but he knows that there will be trouble if Tim hasn’t done everything he needs to do before the others get back. Mike finds it a real distraction seeing Tim’s naked body in the morning Californian sun.

They have lunch on the porch, heated leftovers from last night’s supper, Mike casting his eyes over Tim and beginning to lust after him.

Mike puts his bowl down, spreads his legs open on the bench he is sat at and looks over at Tim, Come over here Boy. Get down on your knees. That’s right. Closer. Get your lips to my dick, Boi. Now slip that tongue of yours under my dickhead and lick it. Yeah. Like that. That’s good, mmmm. Now, gently close your lips round my dickhead. Keep wiggling that tongue, Boi. Yeah, you are doing so good. Damn good. OK, now here’s your treat, Boi. Wait for it. You ready?

Tim looks up at Mike, Mike’s cockhead resting gently on his tongue and in his mouth, feeling the smoothness of Mike’s dickhead and heat and hardness against his lips. Tim can already sense the precum oozing out of Mike’s dick onto his tongue. Tim sees Mike smiling down at him, and Tim nods a yes to Mike’s question of is he ready. Tim might have thought he was ready, but ready for what? Certainly not ready for what happens next. Suddenly, there’s a gush of hot liquid in his mouth. With horror, Tim realises that Mike is pissing into his mouth, not cumming.

Mike sees the shock on Tim’s face, You like my surprise for you, do you, Boi? Now, drink it all up. Don’t want you wasting none, you hear? That’s right. Close those pretty little lips of yours around my dick and drink up, Boi. Drink it all up. That’s better. Don’t matter that some has run down your chin and onto your chest, it’ll dry soon enough in this heat. Just make sure you drink up the rest, Boi.

Tim tries his best to swallow all the piss coming out of Tim’s mouth, but it is such a torrent, Tim finds it hard to keep up and drink it all and some more spills out onto his chest and down his abs and over his crotch. Tim doesn’t have time to think about it, to think this is not what he wants. Tim flips into obedience and submission. This is what is happening now. Get on with it. Deal with it. Tim looks up at Mike grinning at him, talking dirty to him as his piss flows, encouraging him to drink it all up. And there is something switching in Tim’s brain, something that says even this is ok. Drinking piss from Mike’s dick is ok, it’s not a problem.

Mike sees the confusion cross Tim’s face, Hey Boi, don’t you go worrying your little head about nothing. Drinking piss is as natural as pissing it out against a tree. Army boys get taught to drink it if there’s no water around to stop them from dehydrating, don’t you know? Totally natural. And you’re taking to it like a trooper, you sure are. No more water from the well for you from now on, Boi. The only water you are going to be having is recycled water, straight from my dick. And straight from the dicks of the rest of the gang, of course. You understand that Boi? You understand what I’m telling you?

Mike sees the words register on Tim’s face, on Tim understanding it, taking it in, and Tim nodding yes, Hey you sure are one bright little house boi, Boi. Fast learner an all. Now drink up the last few drops and clean my dick with your tongue. Mmm. Now say ‘Thank You’.

Tim can’t believe it when he hears ‘Thank You, Sir’ coming out of his own mouth.

Now, that’s what I call a polite little house boi, thanking Sir for his drink. Good Boi. Looks like I won’t need to tan your backside today after all. Now let’s get some work done, Boi.

With Mike sexually satisfied, Tim spends the rest of the afternoon first doing chores in the yard then preparing supper. Before he knows it, the yard gate opens and the men arrive in a different truck from the white one Tim had gone here in.

Al shouts out, Get us some beers, Boi, we are thirsty here. Don’t keep us waiting now, you here?

Al watches on as Tim brings beers out for them all and hands them round, So then Mike, does the Boi here deserve a beer or what?

Mike takes a sip of his beer, Well I reckon he does, though he has already graduated away from tap water.

Al looks over at Tim, Is that right Boi? You already drinking yellow? Damn, that’s mighty fast work. Ok, you go get yourself a beer. You sure deserve it.

As Tim comes back with a beer for himself, he hears how they had dumped the white truck that he arrived in last night and found themselves a nice new deep blue one in the parking lot in town.

There’s laughter as Al tells the story, Lady must have just slipped into the store or a coffee shop or something. She sure must have been confused when she came out to find her Dodge gone and our old wreck parked up close by. Shouldn’t have been so dumb as to leave the keys in the ignition. One born every day, that’s for sure. Anyway, we had to change our truck as the police were all milling around and we heard on their station radio that they are out looking for a naked college boi, last seen getting into a white dodge truck. That’s you, Boi, you’re famous!

Tim gulps, not sure what to say, how to respond. Taking in the fact that the police are still looking for him. That had to be good news. But since they had dumped the white truck he had been abducted in, the trail is likely to be cold. Tim thinks to himself that he is here for the duration, until he can earn enough credits, as they called them, to earn some clothes and a ride back to town. He hopes that won’t be too long.

Mike shouts over, Hey Dreamer Boi. Come over here and show the guys your new trick.

Tim puts down his beer and moves towards Mike, who is already pulling his jeans down to his ankles, dick out in front of everyone. Mike motions Tim towards his dick and Tim drops to his knees, mouth open and tongue out, with Mike’s dick resting on Tim’s tongue. Mike ruffles Tim’s hair. The others watching on, knowing that it had taken them three or four weeks to get the last house boi to this stage of submission.

Mike looks into Tim’s eyes, You ready, Boi? No spilling this time, now.

Tim nods and immediately feels the hot piss coming out of Mike’s dick, across his tongue and down his throat. Tim is more prepared for it this time and Mike is slowing the rate of his piss, his dick growing hard as he empties his bladder into Tim’s stomach. Mike indicates he has finished by taking hold of his dick and slapping it against Tim’s face. Tim automatically takes the dick back into his mouth to clean it up with his tongue.

Mike looks round at the others, See, I been busy all day teaching the Boi. Ain’t he done good? Anyone need to unload?

Tim is still on his knees and looks round the men, all facing him.

Seth, who had been the other guy in the truck who picked Tim up last night, looks over at Tim, Come over here, Boi, I got a load you can take.

The whole scene is repeated, Tim taking in Seth’s bladder full of piss without spilling a drop. Tim is sent off to get more beers for them.

Mike thanks Tim for his beer, Now look at how smooth I got him today. Tim, get on all fours on the table here and let them see. Tim does as Mike tells him, of course, and soon finds himself facing Al and Seth, with Mike to one side, and the others (who he will later learn are Russ, Jeff and Ryan) behind him, having a first class view of his smooth ass, his shaved dick and balls hanging between his legs.

Al stands up, Damn it if I don’t need a piss right now. Boi, open that sweet mouth of yours.

Tim does as told and is drinking Al’s piss when he feels hands slapping his ass and flicking his balls. He tries to concentrate on drinking up but is distracted when he feels something hot and hard against his hole. Someone, he doesn’t know who, is pressing his dick into him.

Al looks down at Tim, Good Boi, just you keep drinking it all up while Russ here checks out what a fine ass you have.

Tim can feel Russ opening him up, pushing in deep. Russ fucking him as Al finishes pissing down his throat. Al’s dick growing hard as Tim licks him clean. Instead of Al pulling out, though, Al starts to push his dick further down Tim’s throat. Tim is being roasted by Al and Russ in front of the others, his own dick rock hard and leaking precum onto the table. It’s not long before Russ thrusts deep into Tim’s ass, shoots his load and pulls out. Within a few seconds, Tim feels another dick enter him and starts fucking him hard. Al shoots his load down Tim’s throat and pulls out, letting Jeff take his place. It doesn’t take long before Jeff is shooting his load down Tim’s throat and Ryan is unloading into Tim’s ass. They both pull out of Tim, and Tim is there on all fours, cum dripping out of his mouth, his ass and his own dick too.

Mike grins, I got us some nice pics of that welcome home from the Boi. I reckon the Boi is ready to party, don’t you guys?

Al grunts, Yeah, sure, why not. This Friday night? Get onto it Mike. And you Boi, clean your mess up off. the table. Now. With your tongue, Boi.