Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Billy. This is the true story of how I was forced against my will to have sex with a bully named Chad, a linebacker on the football team at my college. The first time he took me was scary and painful. Three weeks later I was loving every minute of it and "doing" the whole football team... Three years ago I was an eighteen year-old college freshman at a small school in the Midwest. I was a skinny but good looking kid- about 5'10, 145 pounds, with blond hair and blue eyes and a smooth boyish body. The only thing that wasn't innocent and boyish about me was my cock- a monster "man dick" which made me proud. Even though I was a virgin still and had no experience with girls, I worked on my cock on a regular basis, jerking it off at least twice a day. I was finally out of my parents' house and on my own, and I was ready for sex. Like every eighteen year-old I was always horny. I would beat off every night in my dorm room to a playboy or penthouse magazine, dreaming about sticking my big dick inside one of the hot women in the pictures. I didn't have a roommate so I could whack off any time I liked, without fear of getting caught. There was one problem, however, and his name was Chad. Chad lived on my floor. He was a linebacker on the college football team, a huge guy. Chad stood about 6'4", weighed at least 230, and had massive muscles everywhere. I have to admit he did have a very handsome face- square jaw, dimples, All-American look, deep-set brown eyes, topped by a mop of thick black hair which was always slicked back. Chad always seemed to have a day-old beard growth, which just made him look more intimidating. He had a deep, gravelly, voice, and walked with a swagger that reminded me of a sailor. The reason Chad was a problem was that soon after the semester started he seemed to take a particular interest in picking on me. Sure, I was handsome, but I had the body of a teenage boy and I was a wimp compared to Chad with his big biceps and beefy legs. I guess that's why Chad was always cornering me in the men's room, picking me up by my shirtfront and pinning me against the wall, or grabbing me in a bear hug and body-slamming me against the door. He loved to call me "Wimp" and "Skinny Boy", and asked me when I was going to go through puberty. I guess he was only kidding around, but it was really bugging me. Chad also had a habit of just walking into my room without knocking (I usually forgot to lock the door). Once I was lying on my bed wearing nothing but a pair of white underpants when Chad busted in without warning. I had a tittie magazine spread before me on the bed and a huge erection was pocking right out of the hole in my underpants. I looked up in embarrasment and Chad swaggered right over to me, a big grin on his face, and, as I held my breath in shock, he reached down and grabbed my erect penis, gave it a little tug and winked at me. "GET...OUT!!!", I hollered at him. Chad just laughed, a deep "harharhar" and stomped out of my room. I was so embarrassed. I decided to go to the dean the next day to complain about Chad and request a transfer to another dorm. I never got the chance, because what happened that night changed my life forever. I had gone to dinner with my friend Bryan and told him all about the trouble I was having with Chad. Bryan told me to lighten up, that guys like Chad, big football studs with too much testosterone, get frustrated when they're not getting enough pussy. Bryan said Chad probably hadn't gotten laid in months because it was training season, and that's why he acted out his frustrations by picking on me. Still, I couldn't understand why I was the one he chose to pick on! After dinner I went back to my room and took a nap. When I woke up it was late. Even though it was Friday night, the campus was quiet. A lot of kids had gone home for the weekend. Our floor was dead quiet. I went down the hall to use the bathroom and as soon as I walked in I heard singing coming from the shower- I knew it was Chad's voice and rolled my eyes, wondering what he would have in store for me tonight. I turned on the tap to brush my teeth and soon heard the shower curtain being pulled open. "Hey buddy..." I heard Chad, but his voice sounded softer than usual. I looked up and saw him standing there outside the shower stall, water dripping from his body. Chad stood there smiling at me, cleaning an ear with the corner of his towel. He was completely naked. I don't know why, but when I looked at Chad standing there, I got al ump in my throat and had to swallow hard. I stood there stammering "Hi" as I looked at his body. I had never seen Chad completely naked before. He looked like a Greek god- a powerful, fully developed chest, with a slight growth of hair between his hard pecs, big bowling ball shoulders, massive biceps that flexed as he dried himself with the towel, strong, beefy thighs, and well-developed, muscular calves. He was nearly hairless, and his skin was golden bronzed, except for a bikini tan-line. I couldn't believe the size of his cock- the fat round head hung like a perfect mushroom from the end of his cobra. All this was topped by his handsome, smiling face, and for the first time I thought Chad might not be such a bad guy after all. I felt my face turning bright red and I immediately turned back to brushing my teeth. I felt an erection straining in my jeans and I didn't know why I was hard- it scared me. I heard a "snap" and looked around to see Chad pulling on a white jockstrap. As he adjusted himself in it I saw that he filled the pouch to full capacity, the meat inside making the mesh webbing of the pouch bulge out. As I looked from Chad's crotch to his face he winked at me, and I panicked and ducked my head back over the sink. "Later Buddy", I heard Chad say as the bathroom door slammed behind him. I put Chad out of my mind and went back to my room, sat down at my desk, and started typing a paper I had due the following week. Hard as I tried, I couldn't help thinking about Chad's beautifully developed body. I couldn't understand how a guy the same age as I, eighteen, could have such a perfect body. Genes, I guess. Plus a lot of hard work on the football field and in the weight room. I also couldn't understand why I had blushed and gotten hard when I saw him naked, smiling at me. It must have been about 2 AM. I was still typing my paper. The dorm was dead quiet. I heard footsteps padding down the hall towards my room. Before I knew it the door was opening and there he was, Chad, coming into my room. He closed the door behind him and stood next to me by my desk. He was wearing a white tank top that clung to his pecs like a second skin, outlining every hard inch. He had on a pair of red nylon basketball shorts and Nikes. I looked up at him with an irritated expression and said "Look Chad, it's late, I have a lot of work to do, and you need to leave. Plus, I would appreciate it if you would knock before you come busting in here..." Chad interrupted me. "I'm horny", he said in a low voice, staring right at me with his dark eyes. I was pretty sure I had heard him right, but I said "You're what?!" Chad repeated, "I said I'm horny", this time he sounded a little angry. He reached over and turned the latch on the door, locking it. I instantly felt afraid, not knowing what to expect next. I stood up from the chair, my hands up in front of me, and said, "Look Dude, I'm straight. I'm really not into that..." Chad pushed me back down in the chair, hard, and stepped toward me. My legs were shaking. Chad had his finger in my face. He growled "You sit there and keep your pussy mouth shut, Billy. If I hear one peep outta you I swear to God I'll beat the shit outta you." Now I was shaking all over. I was truly scared to make a sound, but also scared of what Chad might have planned for me. I was sitting directly in front of him, and when he took a step closer his crotch was only inches from my face. Chad stripped off the tank top. I briefly looked up at his muscled torso, and saw his chest heaving up and down as he breathed in and out. I wondered if he was nervous about what was going to happen. Next thing I knew he was pulling my T-shirt up over my head. He told me to strip off my jeans and after I did he kicked them away from the chair. I was left sitting there in my white underpants. I heard Chad's voice, deep and a little shaky: "Billy, I want you to pull my shorts down..." I looked up at Chad and was about to protest but he frowned down at me and I knew I had better obey. I hooked my fingers in the nylon waistband and pulled the shorts down until they flopped around Chad's ankles. He had the white jockstrap on and the pouch looked huge, bulging just inches from my face. I heard Chad's breathing getting heavier, and I realized I was breathing heavy as well, knowing that we were about to connect in a way we never had before. Chad put his big hand behind my head and pulled my face towards his huge basket of meat. I resisted, pulling back, but he was stronger and soon my face was buried in that mesh pouch. I moaned "Nooooo!!!", my cries of protest muffled by his cock and balls. "Shut up" Chad ordered, and soon his voice became soothing and gentle. "Billy, I want you to take a deep breath...." I did as I was told, and my nostrils were filled with a scent that was new and yet familiar at the same time. It reminded me of the gym locker room after football practice- musky and rich, with hints of after shave and sweat. I exhaled and then took another deep breath and gave into Chad's demands, as he softly coached me with "Atta boy. Yes. That's good. Just enjoy that man scent, Billy." My head was racing. I couldn't believe what was happening. My face was buried in the jock strapped pouch of this huge bully who had been harassing me. I was "doing it" with a man, having my first homosexual experience, even though I was sure I wasn't a fag. But the funny thing was, I had popped a boner, and once I stopped resisting and gave into Chad's orders, I actually started to enjoy it. I put my hands on his hard ass and grabbed the straps of his jockstrap. Soon I was licking the mesh pouch all over, trying to taste the meat inside. From what I could tell, Chad was loving it, gently humping his crotch into my face as I licked hungrily. I got off the chair and got down on all fours underneath Chad's legs. I was in ecstasy as I worked on the area under Chad's balls, in front of his butt crack, where the jockstrap pouch was joined to the straps. The odors I was smelling were incredible- I had never experienced anything like it- a combination of gritty man funk, sweet sweat, and salty skin. I moaned as I licked, hoping it would never end, but soon Chad was pulling me out from under his legs and back up on the chair. Chad's eyes were glazed over and his face was flushed. He looked down at me and said "Billy, you're doing a great job. It's time for you to learn how to suck dick." He held my chin in his right hand and pulled his equipment out of the jockstrap with his left hand. His giant cock bobbed and waved in my face and Chad guided my open mouth over the fat mushroom head. It tasted salty, and I started sucking as hard as I could on it. "Easy, bro, easy", Chad coached me. "Slow down and take it easy..." He taught me how to keep my tongue over my teeth as I worked on his cock. I gagged a few times, but I finally learned how to take it all the way down my throat. Chad was loving it. "Ahhhhh yes!", he moaned. He reached down and tweaked my nipples as I sucked, and I could feel my cock tingling. Soon we were both moaning and Chad kept saying over and over how good a cock sucker I was. I was down on my knees between Chad's legs and as I sucked I looked up and watched this big linebacker stud as he fucked my mouth, his chest heaving and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Soon we were both moaning. I had reached into my underpants and was quickly jerking my own dick as I vacuumed Chad's. I was about to cum when I heard Chad's breathing quicken. He started humping faster and panted "OK Billy, I'm close. Yeah. Get ready for the load." I panicked and tried to pull off but Chad was beyond the point of no return. I grabbed his hard, pumping ass, and he held the back of my head. I counted six hard squirts as Chad pumped his load into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but I couldn't keep up with the huge load. The excess cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. Chad was whimpering and moaning with pleasure as I swallowed as much of his pudding as I could. His dick was still spasming in my mouth when I came, squirting a big load all over the floor underneath us. Chad pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to clean up the leftover cum, and I happily did as I was told, licking the white, sticky jism from the head of his shaft. I was exhausted. My jaw hurt from sucking, and I had a salty taste in my mouth from the big load I had just swallowed. I stood up and faced Chad, who pulling on his jockstrap. His built body was covered with a light sweat. I suddenly felt awkward, and didn't know what to say to him. I knew I had enjoyed servicing him, even though he had forced me into it. Chad looked at me, grinned, and suddenly put his big hands around my waist and pulled me against his hard body. I looked up at his face and before I could say anything he had his soft lips on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I moaned in pleasure and grabbed the back of his head, probing my tongue into his mouth. Chad's big hands were kneading my ass as he pulled my crotch against his. He pulled his mouth off mine and ducked down and started sucking my hard nipples, the bristle of his day-old beard rubbing against my skin and sending shivers through my body. As he held me in his arms he put his mouth to my ear and whispered "This is just the beginning, Billy...I've got a lot more to teach you this year." I knew that was a promise he was going to keep, and Chad the "bully" was now my best buddy. Before long we were involved with some of Chad's buddies from the football team.... TO BE CONTINUED.... Contact me at jstrapstud@aol.com