Gay Erotic Stories

When Eric and I got there, Claude had an arm lock on a short, but burly black dude in black bicycle latex shorts and a black-knit muscle shirt. He was yelling for all he was worth. Eric walked up to him, whipping a jock strap off a nearby barbell post en route, and stuffed the jock into the burglar’s mouth.

“Try to rip us off, will you, fella?” yelled in the guy’s face. “Well, you broke into the wrong house, I’m afraid. Claude, what do we do with someone who tries to steal from us?”

“Dry gang fuck, don’t you think?” Claude responded.

“Yeah, and you caught him, so don’t you think you deserve him first?

“Right,” Claude responded. “Let’s do him on the press bench. Where are those cuffs?”

While Claude held the struggling dude in his arm lock, Eric positioned a press bench in the middle of the room, picked up a leather backrest wedge and put it on the bench, rising toward the end, found four cuffs, and started collecting lengths of chain. Meanwhile, I noticed the dude was about to work the jock strap out of his mouth, and I went over and stuffed it back in. While I was there, I took hold of his shirt and ripped it off his body. He was solid and heavily muscled and was covered all over his torso and upper arms with an intricate blue-inked tattoo design that looked just like a second shirt. The design accentuated his big nipples. I reached up and gave a healthy twist to each one of these, and the dude contorted in pain.

Claude had his arms pinned real well and had him pulled back so his basket was sticking right out at me. The bicycle pants didn’t hide much. He didn’t look long, but he certainly looked thick. The dude tried to kick me, but couldn’t pull it off, because Claude had him off balance. I dug both of my hands down the front of his shorts and found a testicle for each. That wasn’t hard to do, because they were the size of baseballs. I gave them a squeeze, and said, “Anymore of that, dude, and I’ll crack these nuts of yours.” He screamed silently through the jock strap and tears came to his eyes. He whimpered when I let loose of his nuts. Since my hands were already down there, I stripped him of his shorts and tennis shoes.

Eric appeared to be ready, so Claude forced the dude over to and down on the bench press. Eric first wound first-aid tape around his head to keep the jock strap in place and then cuffed each of his hands to the barbell holder at the head of the bench so that they were drawn up and out. His chest was pushed into the surface of the bench and back and up the leather wedge so that his dick and balls hung down off the end of the bench and his big, round butt jutted up. Eric then went around and cuffed each leg and extended it out with chains attached to side benches so that the dude still had his feet on the floor but his legs were pulled out at a wide angle from his body. Eric then got a leather harness and arranged it around the dude’s head so it pulled his face up to where he could see in front of him. While Eric was doing this last task, Claude was behind the dude’s butt, giving that some attention. He squeezed the buttocks a couple of times and then put his hand between the dude’s legs and did some work on the balls and dick. I could see the dick get thicker and even a little longer. Claude took a leather belt and started strapping the dude on the buttocks with it, gently at first and then more sharply. The dude wreathed in pain, and his butt cheeks began to redden.

I didn’t know why Eric was getting the dude’s head raised, but when he finished, I then saw what he had in mind. He motioned for Claude to come in front the bench and stand where the dude could see him. This was the first time the dude had gotten a clear picture of Claude, and I could see his intake of breath and the shudder when he saw Claude’s size. And that was just when he saw the size of Claude himself. While Claude was standing there, Eric stripped him of his shorts. He also took his own shorts off and signaled that I do the same. There was a more violent reaction when the dude saw the size of Claude’s half-hard on.

At Eric’s signal, both he and I started working on Claude, who was standing there like a statue. We ran our hands, and tongues all over his body, getting ever closer to his dick, which we reach at the same time. We tongued that from each side for a time, and then Eric dove for the balls, and I started giving Claude head. Claude was near full erection, and the dude was obviously the worse for worry, when Eric stood and said, “Well, to be fair, I think we should do this from smallest to largest. No need to kill this dude on the firsties. And I think that would be me first, I guess.”

“And for our own sakes, I suggest grease rather than dry,” Claude said, as he strolled out of the room.

“Well, if you’re first, then I guess you need some attention, I said to Eric,” and I went down in front of him, prepared to give him a hard on.

“Just a minute,” Eric said. “I might as well get in a workout at the same time. Here help me up on the rings.”

It was only then that I noticed we were just under a pair of gymnastic rings hanging from the high ceiling. I hoisted Eric up by the thighs, and he grabbed the rings. By pulling himself up on these, he could position himself so his cock was at the level of my mouth as I was standing in front of him. I wasted no time in giving him head. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim and then, letting it plop back out of my mouth, I cupped his cock with my right hand and encircled the root with my fingers and applied pressure, cutting off the circulation a bit and hastening the engorging of his rod. I played with his balls with my left hand. I gave his piss hole a flick of my tongue a couple of times and then put pressure on it with my tongue as if I was going to enter him there. He moaned, and his pelvis started to move back and forth slightly. I could see that he’d want to face fuck, using his own rhythm. I looked up and noticed a second pair of rings, just above me and hanging low enough for me to reach. I took his cock into my mouth and gave it a short, playful suck. Then I moved away from him and positioned a bench press laterally, just behind him. Eric seemed to figure out what I was up and, and approved. I came back to him, and, first, put his legs loosely over my shoulders. I knew his arms couldn’t take much more of supporting his body. Then I took three inches of his cock into my mouth, so I’d have it when I needed it. I grabbed for the rings above me and swung my legs up onto the bench press I’d put behind Eric, putting my heels over the far edge so that I could maintain a hold.

Now we were free to swing, and swing we did. I stretched my mouth open and let Eric control the fuck. He’d swing backward a bit on the rings and forward, pushing his dick into my mouth. There seemed to be too much friction from his legs on my shoulders, however, for the full swing effect we both wanted, so, showing me that he was a master gymnast, he raised his legs and propped them behind his swinging arms. He must have been double jointed, because he managed to do this while keeping his pecker level with the floor and the hole I was providing him. Then we just were swinging free in one athletic face fuck.

I couldn’t see the trussed-up dude from where I was, but he certainly could see us, and seemed to be enjoying the show and was quieting down. At least he was until Claude returned from the kitchen with a can of Crisco and started lathering up his butt. Claude must have been fingering into him pretty deeply and roughly, because we could hear a lot of grunting from his direction.

It wasn’t too long before Eric said, “We’ve gotta stop, man. I’m gonna cum, and I don’t want to do that and waste my turn in the dude.” With that, he swung back far enough to take his dick out of my mouth, lowered his legs, and dropped away from the rings.

I came down off my rings, as well, but only long enough to turn toward the dude to see what was happening back there. Claude was finished basting the dude and stepped back. All business, Eric walked briskly around to the back of the dude, took his now-hard dong in one hand, put the head up to the dude’s asshole, and plunged. I could almost hear the scream from inside the jock strap and watched the dude’s eyes snap open. Eric just kept deep-thrust banging away, and with each stroke he slapped the dude on an alternate butt cheek.

Claude walked around to where I was; I thought to give the dude another view of his size, but, the first thing I knew I found him behind and below me on his knees.

“You’re just too beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t resist.” He got right under me, and lifted me with one ham-hand on each butt cheek, and put his mouth on my asshole. I still had my hands in the rings, so I was just gently swinging in mid air. He started tonguing me, ever deeper, making me wet and opening me up. I moaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long until he had me skewered with the huge middle finger of his left hand, and he was so strong that he lifted me up, taking the pressure of the rings off my arms. He brought his right hand through my legs and cupped my cock, putting his index finger over my piss hole and slowly, rhythmically started jerking me off.

I shuddered, and although I wanted him to make me cum like this, I had to stop this quickly. “Umm, Claude. I’m next with the dude. You’re making me too hot, Man.”

Eric was still banging away in the dude, making the whole bench press move with his thrusts. The dude had his eyes shut tight, except when he’d open them to take another look at what Claude and I were doing, and he was panting heavily.

“But, I gotta have you, man,” Claude said. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Well, go ahead and have me then,” I said. “I can manage.”

Claude removed his hands from my ass and cock, stood up behind me, raised me back up by the butt cheeks with his strong hands, and gently brought me down on his huge tool. I could feel the head of his cock moving around down there, looking for the hole. Then I felt it centered, followed by the pressure of it gaining entry. Once again, I could feel it when it was in to where the edge of his dick head and the rim of my hole met. Claude stopped there briefly and put his dick into a little circular motion. This drove me crazy, and I moved my head around and searched for his lips. We found each other and were busy with our tongues while he slowly went in the next four inches. I gulped and lost his lips, because he was moving his hands up my legs toward the back of the knees and supporting my thighs with his forearms. He then pulled my legs outward and raised them a bit and pulled back so that I was folded up a bit, the rings out in front of my body. I looked over to where the dude was and saw that he was bug-eyed. And then I was fully open, and Claude slid right on in up to the root. He held it there, briefly and then started to fuck me. He didn’t move his pelvic muscles himself; he moved me, swung me back and pushed me up, swung me back and pushed me up. I wanted to keep at this until we both had cum, but we both saw that, with a yell of triumph, Eric was finished, pulling his dick out at the last second and cumming all over the dude’s back.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Claude withdrew his cock from my hole. He did do that circular movement thing with just his head logged in my hole before he pulled out entirely, and this nearly made me shoot off. But I was glad I didn’t, because I had formulated a plan for my own time with this dude.

The first thing I did was squat down in front of the dude and say that I figured he was straight, but that after today, I knew he’d have a whole new perspective. Then I picked up his torn shirt and rubbed Eric’s sperm off his back. I rubbed gently, in massaging motions, until I could feel him lose some of his tension. Eric and Claude pulled over the other bench press to in front of the dude, and Claude sat down and Eric sat on his lap. Claude ran his hands all over Eric’s torso, arms, and thighs, and eventually played with his nipples with his left hand, while slowly jerking him off with his right, all where the dude could see them. When Eric had finished, he took the head harness off the dude, but I was interested to see that the dude was still looking up, on his own, eyeing what Claude and Eric were doing.

I went into the other room and returned with the tube of fuck lubricant and some salve. I rubbed the salve on the dude’s reddened bottom, using sensual circular motions, and I was gratified to see him slightly raise his butt and go with the motions. I cleaned up what Crisco I could get to with his torn shirt and then applied the fuck lubricant, without going too deep. I was happy to see that his cock seemed to be growing a bit. I leaned over him from the back and massaged his shoulders and back muscles some more and spent some time tracing the swirls of his tattoos. Then I folded my body on his, letting him feel my hard cock against his butt. My cock was lodged between his big butt crack, and I did some stroking there up toward the small of his back. His butt was so bulbous that I could fuck him right where I was and think I’d entered him. While I was stretched out along his back, I snaked my hand under him and found his nipples. I started gently kneading them and running my hand around his chest and down to his belly. I was happy to see that he lifted his chest and belly a bit off the bench, to the extent he could, to give me more room to fondle him. I brought my lips to the side of his neck and kissed him there. Then I gave him a few love nips there and whispered, “It’s okay, Baby. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to enjoy this.” There was a slight shudder, and then I could feel him relax under me.

Eric got up out of Claude’s lap and walked up to in front of the dude.

“I’m going to take this gag out, dude. But if you scream or say anything at all, I’m going to put it right back on. Do you understand?”

The dude nodded his head. Eric ripped the tape off around the dude’s head, which made the dude tense up again underneath me. He then took the jock strap out of the dude’s mouth, and the dude ran his tongue around his lips. And we noticed then that he had quite a large mouth, and full lips. Eric couldn’t resist.

“Okay, dude, I’m going to give you a kiss, and you’re going to take it. Right? Or the jock strap goes back on.”

The dude tensed up and started to say something, but all it took was Eric to raise the jock strap to shut him up. Then Eric put his lips on the dude’s and gave him a kiss. But he pulled right back. “That ain’t any good, Dude,” Eric said. “You aren’t leaving here until I’m convinced we’ve queered you. Convince me.” He went to the dude’s lips again, and this time the dude opened his mouth to him, ever so slightly, and I could feel him starting to relax again under me. I was still working on his nipples and belly, but I could see that Eric had taken the dude’s lower lip into his mouth and was sucking on it, and then, when the dude opened up more, Eric’s tongue went in, so I pulled back my right hand and scooted back a bit along the dude’s body until I could get my hand between his legs. Success. His cock had swollen and was coming to attention. I encircled it with my hand, and he tensed and shuddered and then, as I began to stroke him, he calmed down again.

I came off him and knelt behind him. I could see that the lubricant was doing its magic and his hole was loosening up. I continued to stroke his dick, giving him a loose hand job, as I rolled and pulled gently at his humongous balls with my other hand.

I looked up to see that Eric was standing now, holding his hard on in front of the dude.

“Now I want you to suck this, Eric said. And I want you to play nice, nice.” the dude whimpered. “If you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, you are going to regret it. Hear? Now, you don’t have to take it in far. But if you don’t go with me on this, I’ll let Claude at you. Now you wouldn’t want this, would you?”

I stood up and in time to see Eric’s cock go into the dude’s mouth up to the edge of the head.

“Now a little sucking. Yeah, yeah. No, that’s too hard. Yeah, that’s better; now your tongue on the piss hole. Yeah, that’s good. Oh yeah, yeah. Now, a Little farther in. Ah, yes, work those nice big lips, Baby. No, no, you don’t have to gag. We haven’t even gotten started yet, Baby. Breathe through your nose. There, There, I’ll just hold it until you get the breathing down.”

I returned to the crouching position behind the dude. I sat down under his dangling cock and turned around, and took him into my mouth. So thick, so nice. He was uncut, and I slid his foreskin back with my teeth, which made him shudder. I ran my tongue around his dick head, and his butt twitched.

From Eric up front, “Tighten your mouth and lips. I want to feel you all around me. But lips over teeth, I don’t want you to bite me now. There, better. Here, now I’m going to move your head into a better position. Get your tongue under my dick. Ahhh. That’s nice. Now slowly, taking more of it. No, no, don’t even think of gagging. Remember to breathe from the nose. There, that isn’t so bad. Oh Baby, that feels so good. Now, I’m going to hold your head still and we’re going to get a little action going. No, don’t try to pull away from me. I’ll do the moves. Ahhh. Yes, yes, yes. You’re going to get so good at this. Such a nice, sweet mouth, such big, nice lips. Ah, there, innnn, outttt, innn, outtt. Yes, you’re doing fine. Innn, outtt. Now a little deeper. Innn, outtt.”

I could hear the rhythm and almost feel it, and was able to duplicate it on my end. The dude was trying to take over the stroking now, but I held his butt in place with my hand and continued on the pace that Eric was setting. This all was just too much new excitement for the dude to handle, though, because he suddenly tensed and just shot off down my throat, in three big globs.

“Yes, going for broke now.” Eric apparently was about finished at that end. “There, didn’t think you could take it all, did you? There, there. Oh God, yes, yes, YES! Now, for future reference, it’s always so much more appreciated if you tongue it clean. No, no, don’t gag. It’s good protein. There, yes. Tongue around the head. Ahh, yes. I just might cum again. No, just joking. And kiss it nicely, thank you. There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it? But just remember that the next time you decide to come through my window.”

Show time for me now. I stood up behind the dude and brought the head of my cock up to his now-loosened hole. The first touch of the lubricant gave me a very pleasant sensation. I was only half hard now, so I just played for a minute back there. I slapped my rod on and around his butt hole a couple of time, and then I put it up to his hole and did what Claude had done for me. I inserted just the knob and then, with my right hand moved it around slowly right at the entrance of the hole in a circular motion. The dude stiffened under me. I reached down between his legs with my left hand and tickled his balls and rolled them a bit and pulled at them gently. Then I went in a couple of inches and stopped. Once again with the circular motion, Then, I put my right middle finger under my shaft and slowly pushed it into his hole. Then the two fingers on either side of that slid in on either side of my shaft. He wiggled his butt a bit and I heard him moan. The moaning increased when my index finger found his prostrate and started a rhythm pressure. He shot a load again on the floor. Pretty fast recovery, I thought. I withdrew the fingers as I pushed in a couple of more inches. I stopped for some more circular motion and then some side to side, as I moved my weight back and forth on my feet. I waited for him to open farther, which he did, and then I just slid right in up to his pubic hairs. In the same motion, I brought my body back down along his and reached under him in search of his nipples. He started to moan, but stopped abruptly, which made me look up. Claude had come down to his mouth and was kissing him deep.

I rested there for a brief moment and then started a slow but deep fucking. Pulling almost all of the way out and then slowly pushing back in to the root. I could feel him pushing his legs out as far as he could, doing all he could to take me all him. Innn, Outtt, Inn, Outt, In, Out, and then a pumping motion. Slow and deliberate at first and then faster, faster, faster . . . until I couldn’t hold it any longer, and on my last retraction, I pulled all the way out, and our cum mingled on the floor as he came yet once more. I gave his butt and friendly little pat, as I pulled away, and said “There, you’re one of us now. And don’t deny it. I know you enjoyed that.”

“So, I guess we’re finished here,” Eric said, with a smile, as I stepped back and cleaned myself with the burglar’s shirt. Claude was sitting there on the other bench, playing with his cock, keeping it hard.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, now,” Eric clucked, as he went around the bench press, uncuffing the dude and pulling away chains.

The dude awkwardly came up off the bench, his legs still spread wide, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked a little dazed and like a wounded animal, not knowing which way to leap to safety.

“But,” Eric said, punctuating the “but,” “aren’t we forgetting something?”

“Yep,” Claude spoke up. “You made this dude a promise that we’d give him something to remember not to try this house again.”

The dude looked frightened and tried to bolt for the door, but Claude was on him in a flash, picking him up in a bear hug that took his feet off the floor, and carried him to the other end of the room, where there was a pool table. Claude slammed the dude down hard on his back on the pool table, which took the wind out of the man. Eric ran around to the other side of the table, grabbed the dude’s wrists, and pulled them taut above his head and out. Claude had his hands around the dude’s waist. The dude started cursing loudly, and Claude backhanded him across the mouth. The curses subsided into moaning and whining, but the man tried to stand up, which was very hard to do pressed between the table top and Claude.

Claude backhanded him again across the mouth, pulled the dude’s left leg up, ran his hand up behind the knee and push the leg up and then down and out toward the table top. Then, with his right hand, Claude grabbed his cock, moved it to the entrance of the dude’s ass, and plunged it in one great thrust. The dude screamed and lifted half off the table despite the restraints. Claude backhanded him again, grabbed for his other leg, and lifted it up. He had the dude’s legs pushed out there like they were a wishbone, ready to be split. I really felt sorry for him. The dude was writhing and bucking under the pressure, but Claude just ignored him and pushed and pushed and pushed until I saw he was all the way in. Then he just banged away for what seemed like an eternity until he jacked off in several different shudders and fell across the body of the now-unconscious dude. Eric let go of the limp arms and reached over and lifted Claude’s head and the two enjoyed a deep kiss.

Claude pulled himself up and out of the dude, and I could hear the plop as he exited and see the blood streaming out of the dude’s ass.

“Bet he won’t rob any house on this street again,” Eric said, as he walked around the table. “What shall we do? Just toss him out with the garbage?

“No,” Claude said. “I rather enjoyed that. Put those cuffs back on him, and we’ll hang him from the rings for later use.” Eric complied, and we all left the room in search of another shower and a cool drink.

To Be Continued.