Gay Erotic Stories

When I was 18, and still in high school, there was this certain special shortcut I used to take home everyday. It ran through this really secluded area of town, near a bunch of old abandon factories that ran alone the train tracks on the outskirts of town. It was a real spooky place. It was like a ghost town of abandoned factories, that most people wouldn't dare venture to alone. But for me that eerie solitude that this place provided, that possibility of danger on my special little route, was like an adventure for me, a rush that I craved and longed for every time I began my trek.

Near the end of my route, just yards away from actual civilization, there's a small little alley way between two of the biggest buildings in the lot. That there was my real special place.

One day on my way home, I suddenly felt the erg to piss really bad, and without second thought, I whipped out my prick and just let it flow. The relief was exhilarating. But suddenly, in that moment, something was different. It wasn't like it was the first time I had ever took a piss outside against a wall. But for some reason this time, the open air on my prick felt like right, it felt like freedom. And suddenly being in my special place, with my dick out, gave me the strongest hardon I ever had. So I zipped up, ran home and had the best wank ever... After that day, it had become somewhat of a ritual of mine, to walk through my special place, and in a sense mark my territory. It had literally become the best part of my day.

Then one day, while in my special spot, with my dick out, hard as a rock, shooting piss into that oh so familiar wall, I suddenly got an idea. I thought to myself. Why am I wasting the moment? Why am I getting myself so turned on, just to run home, and lose half my boner on the way? Why can't I just rub one out right here and now? So I did. As the last drop of piss fell from the tip of my dick, I didn't put it away. I stood there, with one hand against the wall and the other stroking the length of my dick. Back and forth in a steady motion, I stroked my hardon, until I felt myself getting close. Then I quickened my pace, until I couldn't stand it anymore. And load after load of my seed shot into the wall. And now I had a new element to add to my ritual.

Having a wank in the alley had become my new favorite sport. It was definitely a hell of a workout, and kept the blood pumping. And it was something I was more than willing to do everyday. And I did.

One day, while on my trek home, I was half way into my ritual and suddenly I hear someone behind me. "Give me a dollar" he ordered. I turned around in fear for my life, my dick still hanging out. And there in front of me stood this old dirty bum. Well not exactly old, but I'd say he was at least around 40. He could've been younger, but you know dirt ages you."Give me a dollar", he repeated. I didn't really want a fight, especially not with my dick still hanging out, so I reached in my pocket and gave him what he wanted. And just as simple as that, he says "Thank you," and walks away. My adrenaline was at an all time high. I don't know if it was the danger, or if it was just the exhibitionist in me, but before he was even out of sight I was shooting my load.

The very next day, I was eager as hell to get to my spot. I was hoping, no praying that the bum was back for another payment. And he was. "Give me a dollar," he said as he approached me. This time when I turned around, I already had the dollar in my hand, and my dick in the other. But this time I didn't give it up so easily. I handed him the dollar, but I wouldn't let it go. I held a tight grip on the bill, and so did he. It became an all out tug of war, but what I was more worried about was tugging my dick. And I did. With one hand, I held on the dollar with all my might; and with the other I beat my dick with the same intensity. "Give me the fucking dollar" he shouted. And I did, but not before I shot my load on him first. He walked away, dollar in one hand, and with the other hand trying so desperately to wipe the boy cum from his dirty shirt.

That experience should have been enough to satisfy my need for danger, but I was on a high and I needed more. The next day when he approached me, "Give me a dollar", I was ready. I had his dollar alright, wrapped right around my throbbing prick. When I turned around, he looked at me befuddled. He so badly wanted that dollar, but just what was he willing to do to get it.

"If you want it take it." I said trying to entice him. And after pondering it for a second, he reached out and grabbed hold of my dick, and tried to pull the rolled up dollar bill off of it. But again I wasn't letting him win so easily. While his hand was wrapped around my dick, I grabbed it and held it still. He tried to jerk away, but all he ended up doing was jerking me off, as everytime he moved his hand back, I pulled his hand forward up my shaft. After a few more unwitting strokes from him, I was shooting my load up his arm. I came nearly right into his sleeve. But he got his dollar.

I played this game with him only a few more times before he got the hint. A dollar a wank. And eventually when he'd approach me, he didn't even bother resisting, there were no games, not even a word needed to be spoken. He'd reach right for my meat and start wanking me with no problem. Then promptly after, he got paid, of course after I got off. We had a good thing going, a good arrangement. But eventually summer came, and my treks through my special little place were less frequent. So when I did, by chance, wonder through, I wanted to make the best of our time together. And no, a wank wouldn't suffice anymore. So I came up with a better idea.

One summer day, I decided to walk through my special little place to see if my little cum bum was there. But this time, I didn't just bring him a dollar. I brought him a few extra things: some toothpaste, a toothbrush, and some mouth wash. And after my wank, I told him, "Make sure you use these. When I come back tomorrow, I want your mouth nice and clean." He looked at me with a sense of bewilderment. We had a quite tight arrangement, that we didn't deviate from much. So his mind was doing flips trying to figure out what I wanted to do the next day. But it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what I wanted with his mouth.

Well the next day, when I got to the special place, he was already there. "Did you use the stuff I gave you?' I asked him. He assured me he did. "Good. Now I want you to suck my dick." I said to him.

"What?" He replied.

"Suck my dick." I said again. I knew he was a bit uneasy about it, a little hesitant. But I also knew that what I had in my pocket would more than sway him. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a 10$ bill. "Do you want to suck my dick now." I said. There was no question in my mind, that he was more than willing now. Then in seconds, he was on his knees, in front of me pulling my shorts down.

It was summer, and hot, and all I was wearing were some very thin gym shorts, no shirt, no underwear, I knew why I came here today. In no time at all though, my shorts were on the ground and I stood there naked, with my dick in a bum's mouth.

He took as much of me as he could in his mouth, but before long my dick head was hitting the back of his throat and all he could do was gag. And it felt amazing. The feeling of his throat closing in on my dick was mind blowing. His throat was so wet, and despite the tight fit, I was determined to go further. So I grabbed his head and began to thrust my hips, fucking his throat hard.

Thrust after thrust, he let me have my way. I could even tell that he was starting to enjoy it, because suddenly he started groping my ass. But I moved his hands away. I didn't want him to enjoy this. It was all about me, all about my pleasure, not his. His only enjoyment would be in the 10$ he got after I finished in his mouth. And it definitely wasn't long before his prize was due.

After a couple more very hard thrusts, I was unloading directly down his throat. The feeling was more than amazing. The joy of cumming in someones throat is like no other.

After he had swallowed every drop of my cum, he stood up, and attempted to kiss me. But I pushed him away. "Dude its not that kind of party." I said to him. "You know the deal. You make me cum, then you get paid. Thats it." I could tell he didn't like that. I didn't know what it was, but I was starting to think that this guy had actually taken a liking to me. It was so weird. In my mind, he was nothing more than a tool to get me off. But I guess to him it was much more. "Here dude, take your money." I said handing him the 10$, and then bending down to pull up my shorts. But he looked upset, angry, down right pissed. And I found out just how pissed he was, when he grabbed me by the back of my neck and threw me into the wall. "What the fuck?" I yelled.

"I don't want your fucking money." He said, throwing the money back at me.

"Well thats your lost then dude. I got my nut." I said arrogantly, like the bratty little teenager I was, as I put the 10 back in my pocket. Then I attempted to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Get the fuck off of me dude."

"No. You got your nut, now I wanna get mine." He said with this menacing look on his face. For the first time I was starting to feel a bit scared. And not the good kind of scared, the he actually might kill me kind of scared. But I was too arrogant and cocky to show it.

"Dude, get the fuck out of here" I said to him. But he wasn't going anywhere and neither was I. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back with incredible force. I'm surprised he didn't break it. The fucker was strong. I tried to pull away, but he had me pinned against the dirty alley wall. "Dude let me go." I pleaded, but he wasn't hearing it. He was gonna take what he wanted.

"I'm getting my nut, whether you like it or not." He said. Then suddenly I feel my shorts being pulled down again. The whole front of my body, my face, my chest, my dick was pressed up against the dirty wall. I was both disgusted and terrified. Then I hear the sound of his zipper being lowered. I nearly start to cry. Then the next thing I feel, I can only describe as dirty, nasty pain. He thrust his dick [his dirty dick] in me so hard I could barely breathe, let alone scream. As if it would have made a difference. Thats the beauty [or curse] of my special place, its secluded, deserted, and no one can hear you scream. And screaming, was all I wanted to do, but my throat wouldn't work, all that came out were the intense gasps of body numbing pain. He was fucking me hard, really hard, and with beyond a massive dick. A massive, dirty, sweaty, funky dick. And it was all I could think about as he thrust it up my virgin hole. And suddenly, thinking about his dick, that was destroying me, made my dick get hard again. Super hard, the hardest it had ever been. And he fucked me, as my precum leaked onto the alley wall. He fucked me relentlessly, until he shot his load up my ass.

When he was done, he pulled out of me, and let me fall to the filthy ground. And I just laid there, in my special little spot, my asshole in mortal pain, my shorts around my ankles, and my dick hard as stone. Besides the pain, all I could think about was the smell of the urine [my urine] soaked alley. I was disgusted, and nearly about to be sick, as the bum stood over me with a grin on his face, and his thick flaccid dick in his hand. He stepped closer to me, then pointed his dick right at my face. And before I knew what was happening, I was being drenched in his piss. When he was down, he reached down to my shorts, and pulled the 10$ out of my pocket. Then he smiled at me, and walked away.

When he was gone, I just laid there naked, in the alley way, covered in his piss, his dirty cum leaking from my wounded ass. And all I could think to do, was to beat my dick. And I did. Right there in the alley, I beat my dick, and shot the biggest load ever. Then like nothing had happened, I got up, pulled on my shorts, and went home.

The next day, I went back to the spot and beat my dick again. The bum never showed. I never saw him again. But years later, I still frequent that alley, in hopes of seeing him. But I never did. But it still doesn't stop me from reminiscing about him, while I have my wank in the alley way.

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