Gay Erotic Stories

"You didn't think we was gonna send you home without a parts, didja Erskine?" Santana said with a laugh, the dark curls of hair corkscrewing onto his forehead in contrast to the shaved sides.

"Fuck yeah," Cardenas joined in, The caramel-colored latino producing a handful of fat joints.

"I knew you were good for something," Malone giggled boyishly, the freckles on his nose wrinkling.

"Aw thanks fellas, you shouldn't have!" Erskine said, grabbing a joint from Santana's fist.

In no time, the grunts were sitting in a room was filled with blue smoke, the incense of ganja tart in the air. Through half-lidded eyes, they reminisced about Erskine's tour. The barracks room was hot and steamy, and the military men were soon shirtless.

Santana stared at Erskine like he was trying to figure out how to put the last piece of a puzzle together. "There's one thing I could never figure out, Erskine."

"What's that, Santana?"

"In all this time, how is it you never sucked my cock?"

The other two guys stopped laughing and Erskine turned a shade of red.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Santana" Erskine finally blurted out.

"Well, I had you pegged for a cock-sucker the minute you stepped off the plane. Look at you, pretty boy."

The other two guys turned to look at Erskine. A good look. Erskine was lean, toned, slim-hipped, not an ounce of fat on him. He was smooth as a baby, except for hair the color of straw that he wore high and tight and matched the golden trim that fringed his eyebrows and curled from his eyelids like a woman. He had a soft round butt, like two haves of a melon, that he was razzed about in the shower. His cheeks blushed red now, with his thick bee-stung lips in a pout.

"I don't do that shit," Erskine choked out.

"I mean, I figure, if you were gonna hit on anyone while you were here, I just figured it would be me", Santana said with an arrogant smile. He had a right to be arrogant. The Italian-American New Yorker was 6'3, with a kick ass bod that always had the ladies panties damp. Pecs jutted out, covered in curly black hair that led down his the small waist. Tree trunk thighs covered in a jungle of fur, framed a 9" uncut dick that he liked to show off.

"So, he never sucked my dick, fellas… he ever suck yours?" Santana asked his buddies.

Cardenas and Malone shook their heads sadly, as if they'd just been asked if Santa had brought them what they asked for and the answer was "no".

"I told you, I don't do that shit," Erskine said.

"What a waste of cock-sucking lips", Santana said and the other two laughed. "But see, it's not too late." With that, Santana undid the button on his olive drab pants, stood, and pulled out his impressive slab of cock.

"Put that away, Santana. It's nothing I haven't seen before," Erskine said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Yeah well maybe you seen it, but you never kissed it. Give it a goodbye kiss, Erskine." He stepped forward, his cock so close to Erskine's pouty lips that he could actually feel the heat emanating from it.

"You don't have to worry about Don't Ask Don't Tell. We're not gonna tell…and we're NOT ASKING."

With that, Santana put Erskine in a head lock an dragged him to the bunk. the other two guys grabbed his wrists and brought them to the bed posts. grabbing a pair of discarded socks, they bound his wrists securely.

"Don't do this motherfuckers. I'm no fag."

"Maybe, maybe not," Santana said, stepping out of his pants, "but by the time we're through with you, you will be, you little cock-tease."

"Don't do this man! Someone's gonna find out and you are gonna have your ass handed to you by the U.S. government!"

"Save your spit for my dick, faggot," Santana said, mounting the bed and straddling Erskine's chest. "See the way I look at it, you've been wagging your ass in our faces for months, prettyboy, and you weren't even polite enough to offer us any. So, now that you're taking it stateside, it's only fair that we get a chance to split it open at least once before you go. Cardenas, you guard the door. Malone, keep watch at the window to see if anyone's coming."

Santana peeled back his foreskin and the red-hot knob was already dripping precum.

"I swear, I'm not dicksucker," Erskine pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"Past tense, bro. Don't you remember your grammar. You weren't a dicksucker, but you are one now!"

Santana grabbed Erskine's chin forcing it down, as he pulled the blond's head back forcing his maw open. With just a shift of weight, his drooling cock-knob was stuffed between the blond's lips. Erskine sputtered and spat. "Fuck that feels good baby, use some more tongue," Santana laughed.

Erskine tried to protest but all that came out was the muffled sound of cock in mouth. "Now listen up, sweet-cheeks, we're GONNA have a going away party and we're gonna give you a gift you ain't never gonna forget. Now, you are gonna want to just enjoy it my friend, cuz if you do anything to ruin the party your face ain't gonna be so pretty when your ma and pa come running up to hug you at the airport, and that's gonna be pretty embarrassing to explain."

Erskine thought for a second, and then resigned, his body went slack. Santana laughed. "Atta boy, Johnny! Now why don't you put those Anjelina Jolie's to use and start sucking on this big old dick."

Tony Santana felt Erskine's lips wrap around the knob. "Shit, boys, his mouth is better than I imagined. Those lips are like soft, wet pillows. Use your tongue, Johnny. Keep my dick wet for you honey."

Erskine's mouth filled with spit and he washed it over the burning knob in his mouth, bathing the spade with his tongue. Santana just whistled softly in approval, allowing his cock to be sucked. "Yes… yes… yes…" Santana gently started rocking on the bed, feeding more and more cock into Johnny Erskine's captive mouth. He looked down and smiled at the sight of this beautiful androgynous boy with his mouth filled with cock. This little angel could be a girl or a guy. All that mattered at the moment, though, was the heat boiling in Tony Santana's balls.

"Sorry, bro, I just can't hold back. It's been three days since I jerked off." And with that, Santana began to pump thick ropes of jizz across Johnny Erskine's tongue. The bound soldier thrashed and choked. Fuck, he hadn't even given him any warning. Not that it would have mattered. Santana nutted nine fat blasts, allowing his cum to fill Erskine's mouth before grabbing the back of his head and, using his dick like a battering ram, stuffing that load down the gagging soldier's throat.

Santana pulled out, but didn't get up from the bed till Erskine had tongue-bathed his dick clean. "Malone, you're up! I'll guard the window."

Santana zipped up as the red-haired, freckle-faced Malone took his place at Erskine's mouth. His green eyes sparkled in anticipation as he fished out his 7" cock. "Dude you kinda brought this on yourself with all that cockteasing," Malone whispered as he stroked his cock to steely hardness.

Erskine, rasped, "No, man, I swear…"

Suddenly Malone's eyes turned cold. "Shut the fuck up, whore!" he groaned, slapping his dick across Erskine's face. "You like that bitch?" he asked as he kept dick-slaping him, marking him with pearly strings of precut. "Open up, bitch, you know the deal."

Erskine willingly parted his lips. "You do all the work, whore", Malone whispered. Reluctantly, Erskine began to bob his head, sliding as far down the redhead's cockshaft as he could, and then back to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the head. "Fuck, you are a real pro," Malone sighed. Erskine's slurping, echoed through the barracks only interrupted by a sharp gasp and a moan of agony that was muffled by Malone's dick.

Straining to look behind Malone, he could see Luis Cardenas, naked and hard, his latino cock STUFFED up inside his ass… dry. Cardenas cursed in Spanish, and told his buddies, "This guy's ass is the tightest cunt I ever fucked." Erskine was pinned to the mattress with a cock down his throat as his legs were spread wide to give Cardenas maximum leverage. His nose was pressed into the orange fur of Malone's bush, and he stared at his pale obliques as Malone mounted his face and the bed creaked wildly from the double fucking.

"Step it up fellas," Santana warned from the window, "it looks like some of the boys are on their way back!" The race was on as the two guys fucked Erskine's mouth and ass without mercy.

"Dudes, they are almost here!"

Malone and Cardenas let all hell break loose. If they were gonna get caught it was gonna be while they were having the most intense orgasm of their lives. They drilled the captive soldier hard and deep. Their bodies glistened with sweat and the room stunk of sex. As if on cue, each reared back, their strong young bodies a mass of flexed muscles, and unloaded simultaneously up Erskine's ass and down his throat. Johnny Erskine, never felt so full in his life.

"What the fuck is going on in here," cried a voice at the door.

Everyone froze.

A young soldier strode to the bed and stared down at the cum-splattered lips of Johnny Erskine. "You all right, boy??"

Johnny nodded through tear-stained eyes.

"Good, the soldier said, unzipping his pants and stroking his cock to hardness, "you have a long day ahead of you".

As the soldier replaced Malone at Erskine's mouth and a second anonymous cock entered his ass, Santana said, "See, ALL the boys in the platoon wanted to give you a going way present. In fact, they'll be coming, three at a time, every 45 minutes." Santana stood to the side, watching the second wave of soldiers work over Johnny Erskine's mouth and ass. "No need to say thank you. The look on your face is all the thanks we need."