Gay Erotic Stories

We were just sitting in the living room of one of the guys apartment, talking about our score so far--three cops taken, Ken the most recent just last week. We started to act 'cocky'. We decided to set a goal of how many tough macho dudes we'd like to fuck their asses. After much debate we settled on trying to snatch roughly a dude a month. So far, we had always planned our attacks carefully and while their sure had been the thrill of success, we stated to get bolder in our thinking. We wanted to stay on the edge of danger. Just enough to get a high, but not get caught. Our previous three victims, were tough dudes but easy once we surprised them and had a gun to their heads. You pretty much do as your told, cop or no cop. All three had been asked to strip and then after restraining them, the fucking was easy. We decided that if the opportunity ever presented itself, we'd let the victim have more of a chance to fight us off. It might take more energy, but we felt it might be worth the effort. We also decided to set up a scrapbook of mementos from from conquests and all agreed the victim's cum laden shorts would make an ideal trophy. It wasn't long before an unexpected opportunity arrive at our door. Almost manna from Heaven. One of the guys answered a knock at the door. When he opened it, he found a guy flashing an ID card at him. He invited the guy in. Turns out he was a Fed. He was on a routine security check and wanted to ask us a few questions about a neighbor. Little did the dude know that this wasn't going to be a routine investigation. He introduced himself to the group and we saw from his ID that his name was James Bradshaw. I addressed agent Bradshaw and asked him what he wanted. That's how we learned about why he was calling. During the conversation, I could see some of the gang eyeing him from behind. We'd been together long enough for me to know what was on their mind. I let Agent Shaw continue talking but through subtle hand gestures had the guys move slowly around him to get in position, so that when I gave the word, we were ready to pounce. After a few minutes of conversation, the guys were ready, and with a nod of my head, they jumped him. He screamed, "What the fuck!!" as we grappled him to the floor. As the guys started to get antsy to remove his nice suit and whatever was under it, I calmly told them to first remove Jimmy's shoes first. I gotta hand it to Jimmy, there were five of us holding him down and fighting to take off his clothes and he sure battled ferociously to prevent this from happening. But after a long drawn out wrestling match, he finally had to succumb to our efforts. When those cute Calvin Klein briefs were removed and his gorgeous crotch, limp cock and all were revealed, we knew we had hit paydirt. It surely had been worth all that exertion. Jimmy had been screaming at the top of his lungs throughout, but turning up the volume of the TV was enough to drown out those yells for help. Once we had our prey stark naked, it was time for the real fun. We first took turns slapping his cute tight ass using Jimmy's own belt. We held him down during the whippings, making sure one of the guys held his cock during it all. Jimmy's limp cock was starting to turn hard and getting some length to it. Gee, a Fed with a nine inch long cock Continuing to hold down our hunky agent, we then took turns forcing him to suck cock. Any resistance was met by squeezing his balls and threatening to cut them off if he didn't cooperate. We all had the joy of Jimmy's tongue on our meat and didn't finish leaving his throat until we came and he swallowed all our juice. By now Jimmy had resigned himself to doing whatever we wanted and we of course finished our conquest with some raw ass banging. We let our own big Jimmy--11 inches when hard, go first. The howls of pain and the look on the agent's face told the whole story. When Big Jimmy was finished, we all took our turns, until you could see a sea of cum dripping out this once tight virgin ass. When we finished with our young agent (I guess he was about 26), we showed him the fucking pictures we had taken, just as a reminder about not reporting this little adventure to anyone. We then took his Calvins as our memento and let him get dressed. We never did hear the results of agent Bradshaw's security check. Not quite the routine check he thought it would be. We were now up to four and counting. It was going to be tough, topping this fuck session, but somehow we'd try. Stay tuned.