Gay Erotic Stories

Travis didn’t have to wait very much longer. It was quarter to ten when the truck came roaring down the road, dust clouds billowing in its wake. Billy was driving, which explained the speed. When the vehicle came to a stop in front of the bunkhouse six drunken boys and men climbed out, laughing and staggering towards the open door where Travis waited. But they weren’t alone. There were two other people with them. Travis couldn’t see in the darkness, but as the men passed through the doorway and into the light, his eyes opened wide in shock. The newcomers were girls. What the fuck were they doing here? “Brought you a present, Trav”, says Billy, his big silly grin spread wide across his face. Two presents, says Wayne. Four presents if you count by tits, said Hank, and everyone laughed. Everyone but Travis. “What’s this all about?” he asked no one in particular. “Happy birthday boy”, says Billy, slamming his hand on Travis’ back and pushing him towards the waiting girls. “Yer eighteen this week, ain’t ya? Time to lose your cherry boy. Time for you to have a real fuck! Front hole, no back passage.” The two girls were reaching for Travis and pulling his towards the brighter centre of the room. “We all chipped in and bought you a couple o’ whores for the night,”said Wayne. “You don’t need to thank us, they came cheap, leastwise, compared the money the rest of us spent at their establishment this evening! Besides, we told them you was a virgin and they were scratching each other’s eyes out trying to be the one to take your cherry. So, which one do you want?” “This here’s Sherry. Cherie”, says Sherry, using a fake French accent. “Cherrrrree”, says Wayne, rolling his r’s. “You gots ta roll your rrrrrrs ta say it right,” he said. “And Sherry is real good at rolling her arse, aren’t ya Cherrrree!” Sherry just giggled and rolled her arse. The guys hooted and cheered. “And this here’s Blanche.” “Pleased to make your acquaintance, I’m sure,” says Blanche, dropping a little curtsey, and rubbing her big tits against Travis’ arm. “Fuck”, said Travis. “I’m ready when you are”, says Blanche, and everyone laughs again. “So, come on Trav, pick one. It’s your birthday, so ya gots yer choice, and you’d better hurry up or you’ll end up beating your own meat ‘cause we’re hornier than hell, and we’re not gonna wait long for our turns.” Blanche had her right hand on Travis’ chest, rubbing his nipples through his shirt, and her left hand was on his crotch, squeezing, and rubbing things down there. Sherry wasn’t about to be left out, and she came up on his other side and took his hand and put it on her tit, and then she rubbed her front up and down his leg, and kissed him in his ear. “Fuck,” says Travis. “You got the idea” says Wayne. “Now which one?” But Travis was saying fuck not ‘cause he wanted to fuck, but because he didn’t want to fuck, not for the first time, not with all the guys watching. They watched him get his first blowjob, and that was bad enough. Did they have to watch him get fucked too? “You bet”, says Wayne. “We paid for the show, so we gets to watch” says Hank. He’s reaching out and opening Travis’ belt. “You gotta show ‘em the goods”, he says. “Wait till you see this cock,” he says to the girls. Wayne is helping now, and Travis feels his pants slipping down over his hips. He’s still got his drawers on. Shit I wish I had changed them, Travis thinks, they got stains - piss and cum in the front, shit in the back. “Shit,” says Travis, “I should have changed them.” But no one sees the stains, all they see is his hard cock as his pants and then his stained underwear hit the floor. Sherry is the first to grab his meat, but Blanche gets her hands in under and feels his balls. “Oooh, they’re so big,” says Blanche. “Lots of spunk in these balls, Sherry.” Sherry drops the cock and feels the balls. “Oooh, you’re so right,” says Sherry. But now Blanche has got Travis’ cock, and she’s starting to slid his skin back and forth. “Fuck,” says, Travis, and this time he means fuck. He’s ready and Blanche it is. She’s already got his cock in hand, so there’s no real choice. Blanche pulls him across the room to a bunk. “Fuck, that’s my bunk, “ says Hank. “So what”, says Wayne. “Like, you’re going to go to bed right now or something? Have a beer. The show’s about to begin.” Blanche pushes Travis down on Hank’s bunk and starts to unbutton his shirt, real slow, rubbing his chest and cooing in his ear as she does it. And Travis reaches up and feels her tit through her blouse. “Fuck, it’s warm in here,” says Blanche. “Do we really need all these hot clothes on?” And the guys yell no, take them off, and Sherry comes over and starts to take Blanche’s blouse off and then she’s there with no blouse on and her big tits hanging down in Travis’ face. She’s rubbing one of them on his lips and he opens his mouth and the nipple goes right in. “Suck your mamma’s tit boy,” says Blanche. “Make mamma’s tits feel real good.” And Travis reaches up with both hands and holds the tit and sucks it, and licks it all around. “This one’s lonely,” says Blanche. “Don’t forget this one,” and Travis switches tits in mid lick and Blanche is groaning and saying how good that feels and he’s a really good tit sucker, musta made his mother go wild when he was a baby. And Sherry is now reaching under and feeling Travis’ cock and its hard as a rock and she’s pointing it up straight and Blanche is starting to try to sit on it, only not sit with her arse, but with her cunt. Travis can’t see, but he can feel, and it’s hot and wet and his cock slips right up and Blanche sort of sits down on his cock, right to the bottom of it. Sherry reaches under and fingers Travis’s balls, and the other guys are gathered around and laughing and commenting on how big Blanche’s tits are and how Travis’ cock slipped right in, first time, and right in all the way. Blanche leans forward and kisses Travis, and says, “Fuck me boy. Fuck my hot pussy.” And Travis begins to lift his hips trying to drive his cock in deeper, but it’s already all the way in. Blanche begins to ride his cock, and Sherry has her head down under there now, and she’s licking his balls. Wayne thinks Sherry’s got too much clothes on, and he’s helping her take them off, only he reaches up under her short skirt and pulls her panties off first, which is not the normal way to take your clothes off. But then he lifts her skirt up over her ass and he feels for her cunt with his fingers and its wet and slippery there and his fingers go right in. Sherry forgets Travis’ balls and wiggles her ass in Wayne’s face, and Wayne reaches around and under her tee shirt and cups her tits in both hands.And they’re big tits too, and they’re hanging there, and he’s squeezing them, and they’re getting hard, and the nipples are getting bigger, and Wayne’s getting hard too, you can tell ‘cause his bone is straight down the leg of his jeans now and its swollen up like a big sausage. Travis can see all this over the top of Blanche’s shoulders when she’s on a downward thrust, and then everything is gone from his view when she stretches up again, before going down again on his rock hard cock. But he stops watching Wayne and Sherry and concentrates on what his cock is doing inside Blanche and he’s thinking of cumming real soon, if she keeps that up. “I’m cumming,” he says to Blanche, but she doesn’t stop. She just keeps riding his cock and so he cums anyway, right up inside her. He shoots spurt after spurt of his cum inside her and she shudders and quivers and cries out and bounces on his cock harder and faster, but it’s going soft now, and she feels its softness coming and she slows down and then she stops. She leans forward and kisses Travis on the lips and then says, “Happy Birthday big boy.” And everyone who’s still watching Travis and Blanche are cheering and clapping, but some of the guys are watching Wayne and Sherry. Wayne’s got her turned over now, and leaning against the bunk post, and he’s got his own pants down and his own big cock is pushing its way up Sherry’s cunt. And Sherry is scratching his back with her long nails, not so as to draw blood, not yet, but leaving white trails across his back with her nails scratching his skin, and he’s ramming his horse cock up her front hole and she’s crying out and moaning, and saying “yes, yes, yes.” And Wayne’s grunting and snorting through his nose, and he’s humping Sherry for all she’s worth, which Wayne said wasn’t very much ‘cause they was just cheap whores. But boy, are they having fun! And Sherry has her back against the bunk post and Travis can feel the bed shaking, and Blanche is licking him all over, even his cock, covered with his cum and her pussy juice, and although Travis has just had his first real fuck, he’s not even gotten a good look at his first real cunt, and so he flips her over onto the bunk and he slides down to get a better look at what a cunt is. He’s surprised when he sees it. He thought it would be just a hole, like a shit hole, only in the front, but it didn’t look like that at all. It had skin flaps, and he pushed them apart with his fingers and he saw red inside, not raw meat, not like inside the carcass of a dead cow or something, not raw, but red and fiery and he saw traces of his own cum in her hole and he decides to lick it out with his tongue, and she starts to moan, especially when he licks the little knobby thing that hangs down near the top of her cunt. She really likes it when he licks that, and she shakes all over when he licks that. But what was happening behind him as he was kneeling there, licking her cunt? Was someone trying to get into his back door? He feels the pressure, pushing in, and he looks back and it’s Billy. “What did you expect?” says Billy, “sticking your bare arse up in the air like that and six horny guys waiting their turn with the cheap whores. Any port in a storm, boy. Any port in a storm, and your arse is tighter than their cunts anyway, so I’ll have a better fuck in your arse than in their cunts, so come on boy, we’re going for a ride.” And everyone’s jerking off now, or sucking, or fucking - me, the whores, each other, it doesn’t matter. Any port in a storm. And the groans are getting louder, and the moans are getting louder, and fucking is getting nosier too, cocks slipping in and out, balls slapping, and skin slapping against skin. And then Wayne is shooting his load and Billy is shooting his load, and all the guys are shooting their loads and the place smells like nothing you ever smelled before, but we don’t notice ‘cause we’re the ones making the smell and they say a pig never smells his own stink. But the boss does, when he comes in to see what all the noise is about, and tells us he’s “…going to fire the lot of us for fucking and sucking in his bunkhouse, and who was going to clean up this shit, and you guys better be ready for work tomorrow, or you’ll all lose a day’s pay. Should be a week’s pay, if’n I wasn’t so understanding, it being Travis’ eighteenth birthday and all!” And soon, things quiet down a bit, and Sherry says “Who’s gonna pay?” Blanche says, “Who’s gonna take us back to town?” And Travis just wants to sleep ‘cause he fucked and was fucked on his eighteenth birthday, and he was tired.