Gay Erotic Stories

Disclaimer: Please remember that this story is fictional--pure fantasy and written for entertainment purposes only. Safe and consensual sex is strongly encouraged! We think of ourselves as three normal guys who just like to have some man-to-man fun once in a while. We're all married and love our wives, but need some times to ourselves. Greg is a cop, Tommy who owns the van we cruise around in, is a construction worker, and I'm an accountant. We usually spend Saturday afternoon on the prowl. We have found a nice secluded path during a hot summer day to stake out. We wait for the bikers to pass by. The guts usually are wearing nothing more than cutoff shorts or biker pants. We watch as they go by, and then take a vote to see if we agree that a particular biker is elected to be our next play thing. The vote has to be unanimous. We all have to agree. We are usually looking for a real young good looking hunk about 20-25 who we think will put up a good struggle before he's taken down. After we choose our candidate, we wait until he passes us again. It usually takes about 20 minutes before the biker makes it around the path and by then we've set our trap. Greg will stop the biker as he passes by flagging him down. We hide behind a bush, undetected and then before you know it, we're usually on top of the guy and have dragged him into our van. Once in the van, the real fun begins. Last Saturday, we had waited almost three hours before we found the guy we wanted. He had a smooth hairless chest that was well defined, and was about 22 years in age. He had short blond hair and looked like he'd be a real nice catch. It didn't take long to set up our trap. In minutes we had our young biker in the back of our van, as we headed to an area that we knew was miles from civilization. Greg and I held our young victim face down on the floor as Tommy drove the van. After the van stopped, we quickly stripped our young biker of his shorts and underpants. We then bent down and tied a rope to the biker's ankle and then to a table leg. Pulling the rope under the table, we wrapped it around the other leg and then around biker's other ankle. Tommy pulled tight until he had the biker's legs spread as far apart as they would go, then he tied the rope. Grabbing another jump rope from the pile, Tommy went around to the front of the table. He tied the biker's wrists together and then he climbed under the table and tied the two jump ropes together. Standing up he admired the wonderful sight before him. The biker named Jeff, was tied up and helpless, his ass was high in the air, his legs were spread so wide that his big cheeks were pulled apart and Tommy could see his puffy asshole. "Jeff, you've been a bad boy, tempting me with that hot pussy of yours. You really are a slut. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for being so bad." Tommy reached down into our pile of goodies and grabbed a ping pong paddle, staring down at Jeff's round hard melons he rubbed the paddle gently over them. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it does me", he warned. Swinging the paddle up high, he brought it down hard, aiming for one beautiful butt cheek. WHACK The biker howled and thrashed about. Tommy watched a paddle-sized red mark appear on Jeff's perfect cheek. WHACK Now the other cheek was sporting an angry red mark. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, "STOP!..STOP!..STOOOOOOOP!", Jeff was screaming as he frantically yanked at his bonds. Tommy watched the meaty ass turn an angry red. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, Now the biker's screams were mostly just wails, with an occasional "Pleeeeeaase" thrown in. His body was taut, every muscle straining to break his bonds. Tommy stood back and admired the view. The biker's ass looked red and abused. Tommy stayed back allowing the biker to catch his breath. Jeff was no longer screaming and his body was beginning to relax. Tommy stepped forward and very gently rubbed the paddle over the biker's scarlet ass. "NOOOOOOOOO!", the tied up stud screamed, and he began to struggle violently again. Tommy continued to gently rub the paddle over the burning bubbled Butt cheeks, and he cooed, "Shhhhhhhhhhhh." Jeff began quieting down, his screams turning into cries and then into sobs. "Shhhhhhhhhh, there, there", Tommy comforted the sobbing stud. I think he can take one more round. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, Tommy's arm was now sore, so he dropped the paddle. He stood back and waited for the biker to calm down again. His ass was gyrating in the air, as if he was trying to avoid an invisible beating. He was sobbing and begging, "Please, no more......please, please stop.....my ass...no more." His perfect bubble butt was flaming red; the crisscrossing pattern on the ping pong paddled was now embedded on his aching ass. The young biker continued sobbing, droning out his pleas for mercy. "I guess you won't be sitting down any time soon, now will you Jeff?", Tommy teased. Greg now walked around to the front of the desk, his twelve-inch monster bobbing ahead of him, hard and thick with lust. His cock was coated with ass juice and cum, its head was dripping precum onto the floor. He grabbed a handful of the still sobbing the biker's hair and yanked his head up. The biker let out a fear filled yelp. "Listen to me stud, you have two choices. You can suck my dick, or I'm gonna pick up that paddle and start whipping on your ass some more." The young biker's response was immediate, "Noooooo! Not my ass, please not my ass. Pleeeaaaasssee, not my .." He was cut short by a quick smack to the face. "SHUT UP!!!", Greg yelled, "What you're gonna do now is wrap those pretty lips around my big dick and start sucking. Do you think you can do that?" Without waiting for a response, Greg pressed his huge cock head against the biker's thick lips. "Mmmmmfffggghh", Jeff struggled, refusing to open his mouth. Greg reached back and smacked one of the biker's burning ass cheeks. That was all the warning Jeff needed, he opened his mouth fully and allowed Greg's cock head to slide in and fill up his mouth. He began to suck on the huge piece of meat in his mouth, working his tongue under it and around it as much as he was able to. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's the way Jeff. Move that tongue around, lick that dick", Greg encouraged. He grabbed the back of Jeff's head and pushed his cock into the hot, sexy mouth, stopping when he could go no further, his cock head pressed against an unyielding throat. The biker struggled, frightened by something that large trying to push it's way down his throat. "Mmmmppphhhgggg", he yelled, his eyes bugging out of his head, his lips stretched around Greg's thick, veiny cock. Greg relaxed and slid several inches out of Jeff's mouth, leaving only his cock head. "Make love to it, bitch. I want to feel your tongue all over it." The young biker responded by doing what he was told, sucking and licking all over the lemon-sized cock head filling his mouth. Greg reveled in the sensations, almost swooning, he grabbed a couple of handful of hair to hold himself up. Pulling his cock completely out of the warm sucking mouth, he waved it about in front of the tied up jock's face. "Stick your tongue out and lick every fucking inch of my fat prick", Greg ordered, relishing the power he held over the captive hunk. Jeff obeyed, lapping away at whatever was put in front of him. Greg guided the beaten jock's mouth up and down the length of his monstrous fuck stick, loving the feel of the young stud's lips and tongue feasting away. "You are such a slut, you whore. You're loving this, aren't you Jeff? You've probably wanted my cock the first time you saw it." Greg ranted as he worked the biker's mouth over the other side of his proud prick. Jeff licked and sucked at the meat being offered him, cleaning off the cum and ass juices and leaving behind a layer of saliva. Greg pushed the young stud's head between his legs and ordered, "Lick my balls clean, bitch." Shoving his tongue out, Jeff lapped away at the big hairy balls. Greg groaned with pleasure feeling the loving lashes of Jeff's hot tongue cleaning his balls. Looking down at his cock, Greg didn't think he had ever seen it so large and swollen. He could feel another huge load of cum boiling about in his nuts. He pulled Jeff off his nuts and pushed his cock head once again against the cum-slicked lips. "Open up, baby", he cooed as he slid his dick into the warm, waiting mouth. Grabbing on to the biker's ears like they were handles, he began to fuck the mouth. "Uhhggg, uhhggg, uhhggg, uhhggg", Jeff started ranting in rhythm with Greg's fucking. Greg's cock head was battering against the biker's unyielding throat. He would pull all the way out until he felt Jeff's lips lovingly wrapped around his cock head, then he would shove forward and slam into the tight throat. He did this again and again, determined to break down the biker's defenses. With his dick head pressed against the opening to the young stud's throat, Greg moved his hands to the back of the biker's head for better leverage and he began to push himself forward into the virgin throat. Jeff's throat opened and Greg's thick piece of meat slid on in! Greg felt the clutching throat muscles massaging his cock as he slid inch after inch deep into the chasm, not stopping until the biker's nose was pressed up against his pubes. Jeff went ballistic!! It felt like someone had shoved their fist down his throat! His whole body jerked about as he struggled against the ropes that bound him. Greg held the fighting stud's head tightly in his crotch, enjoying the sensations running up and down his engulfed fuck pole. He could feel his nut juice churning about and decided that now was the time to start fucking. He pulled his meat out of the constricting tightness and allowed the young biker to heave in a huge breath of air before fucking forward again, deep into Jeff's pumped up chest. The young stud continued to struggle, adding to Greg's pleasure as he fucked his throat. Now he was pulling his cock out all the way until Jeff's lips were wrapped around his cock head and then slamming forward until Jeff's nose was butted up against his pubes. He did this again and again, his balls swinging up to smack the biker in the chin. Jeff's throat was squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum quickly, but Greg wasn't ready yet. He wanted to continue fucking that hot mouth and throat! He loved the feel of Jeff's stretched-to-the-limit lips wrapped around his thick love pole! He loved the grunts and moans and slurping sounds that Jeff was making! He loved the feel of his long, hard fuck pole completely embedded in this bound-up butch stud's hot, clutching throat! Holding Jeff's head tightly to his crotch, Greg began grinding his hips against the young stud's handsome face. Greg felt his cock swell up, forcing the throat surrounding it to widen even more, and his nuts pull up close to his body. "This is it, baby", he gasped as his hot cum shot up his fuckpole and flooded Jeff's throat and stomach. "OH, OH, OHHH, OHHHH", he yelled in the throes of his orgasm, and he began to fuck the biker's face with a fury. Shooting load upon load he coated Jeff's innards with slimy hot cum. Having no other choice, Jeff swallowed every last drop. With his orgasm coming to an end his fucking slowed down, finally stopping with himself buried deeply inside the young biker. Pulling his quickly deflating throat fucker from the tight confines of Jeff's mouth, he sat down and caught his breath. He noticed that biker wasn't struggling any more. In fact, he wasn't moving at all. Greg leaped from the chair, "Oh my God, I killed him!" I checked the biker's pulse, relief flooding his being as we realized that the young stud wasn't dead, he had just passed out, probably from lack of oxygen. Noticing what time it was, Greg toweled himself off. Walking around the table Greg admired his work. Cum was dripping from the young biker's puffy, snoring lips. His ass was round and jutting up high, as if to defy gravity, and it was covered with red paddled-shaped welts. His asshole was stretched and puffy, ready for my assault. I mounted the young biker who now submissively gave in as I pushed my dick into his hole and slowly started humping his tight virgin ass. It didn't take long for me in my aroused state to cum and pump a load of my fuck juice up Jeff's tight ass hole. After a few minutes, I pulled my cock out and watched as my dripping cum flowed out his ass and down his powerful legs and onto the floor. We had spent over two hours with our young biker and he had provided us with pleasure that even our young wives could never hope to match. We untied Jeff and left him in a deserted area before driving off. We're just three men in a van looking for a good time. We had enjoyed ourselves today and we're looking forward to doing this again. There are lots of cute studs to feast on. You just need to know where to look.