Gay Erotic Stories

After having such an incredible run of luck during the last month, the gang and I began to believe that it would never end. It started when we had ambushed a pair of young cops and after taking turns brutally sodomizing them, forced the cops to help us find other cops with tight virgin asses to explore. It wasn't long before we had added, another young cop and two tough Feds to our list. Five law enforcement agents in one month. And then we hit a dry spell. Who knows the reasons why, but even with our two cops searching for new targets, nothing had materialized during the next three weeks. We were feeling a bit antsy. Our balls were aching. We needed to shoot our rocks. And then quite by chance another opportunity presented itself. We were just riding on our way upstate late at night on a deserted road, when suddenly we heard police sirens from behind. We slowed down and then were pulled over. A state trooper came over to the driver's side of the car and pointed his flashlight inside. As I rolled up the window, he told me that I had been exceeding the speed limit. He asked for my driver's license. He then lectured me on speeding and started to write me a ticket. He also warned all of us to be careful driving this route, because the road was so desolate. If we had any car trouble, in all likelihood, we would be stranded. Another vehicle might not come along for hours. We were all listening intently to the state trooper, not only for his good advice, but because underneath his helmet and uniform we could all recognize a real hunk. He had to be no more than in his late twenties, real baby-faced, and well built. While the young trooper went back to the patrol car to do a license check, the five us in the car huddled and held a very quiet discussion. We thought about how infrequently this road was traveled. We looked around and saw a nice open field. Our minds started to fantasize about taking the trooper right here in the open. Sure there was some danger, but that's what made this fast plan of attack so exciting. We decided to go for it. Remember, we hadn't shot our wad in close to a month. When the trooper came back, he finished writing the ticket. We started a friendly conversation with him. We learned that his name was Tom and that he had been a trooper for over 5 years. We filed out of the car on the pretext of stretching our legs and before Tom knew it we had surrounded him. A quick nod of my head and we grabbed him. We took his gun and with it pointed at his head, he had no choice but to get into the car as we drove it off the road and into the middle of the field. One of the guys drove the trooper's patrol car behind a tree and turned off the headlights. When we were about 200 yards off the road, we dragged Tom out of the car and then placed him in front of our car with the headlights spotlighted on him. He just stood their with both hands behind his head as we had ordered him to do. We then used his cuffs, and cuffed his hands behind his back. The guys then had Tom on the ground and started to slowly remove his police uniform. After removing his helmet, pants, shirt, undershirt and boxer shorts, we had our young trooper stark naked in front of us. We took a few minutes to admire a well built body that we were about to explore. He had a nice bush of hair surrounding an uncircumcised limp cock that had an adorable pouch holding two hairy balls. It was natural for Tom to be mouthing back at us that he would see that we would pay for what we were doing. But rather than silence him, we kind of enjoyed this verbal anger, since we knew that he could shout as loud as he wanted, no one would hear. We forced Tom onto the ground, face down. One guy held him down, while we took turns using his belt to spank the living daylights out of his tight buns. The shrieks of pain went unmuffled. We each took our turn giving him five whacks. You could see the red welts forming. We then turned our young trooper over and saw a mixed expression of pain, anger and fear on his face. We decided to add something new to our reportoire of torture and decided to tickle our young hunk for a while. If you don't think this is torture, try going through a tickling session for ten minutes non-stop and you'll get the idea. We then started to unzip our pants and I'm pretty sure Tom knew right away what was in store for him. One by one we forced him to swallow our dicks. We would slowly grab his head from behind and face fuck him until we each shot our load. As was our usual practice, we made sure our victim tasted our warm salty-sweet cum and swallowed the entire load. Tom was now starting to whimper. But we showed no mercy. We then decided who would go first in our last rite of passage, the ass fuck. Phil was the lucky dude chosen to go first. We helped lift Tom's head over Phil's shoulder and then watched as Phil pointed his hard 9 in. dick at the crevice leading into Tom's virgin manhole. A little spit was the only lubrication available. You could see Tom tense up and plead for us not to do this. But of course, we were. The howl that Tom gave off as Phil plowed his manhood into him would have awaken a town, if they would have heard this primal scream. Phil kept pushing in and out, slamming his balls against Tom's upright ass. It wasn't all that long before Phil gave a hoot and a holler which was the signal that we was about to shoot his load. The look of complete surrender on Tom's weeping face told it all. Phil soon pulled out and the rest of us got our chance to repeat Phil's performance. As we took our turns plowing the trooper's tight ass, we also held his growing cock in our hands and started to stroke the growing dick until we had Tom shoot his manjuice into our hand. We then wiped our hands over Tom's face, making him lick our hands, before using his undershirt to wipe off our hands. We hadn't brought a camera with us to take pictures of the 'event', but we did keep Tom's boxers as a memento of the occasion. We drove off leaving our humbled state trooper to contemplate about what happened to him. Sure he had our ID. But do you really think he was going to tell anyone what had happened? By the way, we never did pay that speeding ticket that Tom issued us. We were sure Tom was going to rip it up. Our long dry spell had finally ended. Our sixth victim in just under two months. More roads to travel, more opportunities lie ahead. Stay tuned.