Gay Erotic Stories

School is now over, and summer has begun. On my second day off from school I got a call from Coach. He gave me a list of all the other guys from school that he fucked; all of which were either gay or bisexual. He told me that he was having a get-together at his place in a week, and there would be a little "game" at the end. I put it together and figured out what it was, and immediately became excited. ORGY!!

I was told to bring myself and any other "accessories" that I thought would enhance the "game." I decided that whipped cream would be very appropriate. He then gave me the address and his phone number, and again reminded me the date and time of the game.

"I'll be there," I told him, and ended the conversation.

The week went by slowly. The excitement and tension built up as there was only one day left before the orgy. Then it came. The day had finally arrived. It was Friday, June the tenth, and six o'clock was fast approaching. I had showered, dressed, and gotten the whipped cream ready in time to make it to the party. My neighbor (who was also on Coach's "list") took me there. In the car on the way there he placed his hand on my crotch and began to suffocate it with his hand. I became hard, and did the same for him. He then unzipped my jeans and took out my cock; his remained in his pants. He then proceeded to stroke my thick hard-on, sending a rush of orgasmic pleasure throughout my whole body. We arrived at Coach's place before I climaxed. I put myself back inside my pants and we walked to the door together.

I recognized a lot of people from school there. All of them were hot; there wasn't a single unattractive man in the whole house. We sat around Coach in the living room after everyone had arrived, and he told us what was going to happen. Here's what it was:

First, we were to make sure we knew one another. If we didn't, we were to get familiar with each other right away. This "game" required full knowledge of who it was you were "playing" with. Second, only kissing and light touching was allowed before the game. Everyone was to have not came up to two days before the party, so that there would be enough to keep it going for hours and hours. Therefore, no one could come before the game either. Third, all of the things that we had brought with us were to be put in the kitchen until they were ready to start. And four, make as much noise as you want to during the game. No one could remain quiet.

After he set down the ground rules, we began to introduce ourselves. I knew about half of the fifteen or twenty people that were there already. I did, however, meet some incredibly hot men.

Nine o'clock came by quickly, and we were all eager to start the game. "Everyone naked, now," he ordered us. No one wasted any time to strip down and get hot. "Assume positions." We all took a seat somewhere, next to the people we wanted to be with that night. There were four groups, four to five in each group. Then we went to different areas of the house: there was the bedroom, kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. One of them -- the kitchen -- was left empty. Lucky me, I was in Coach's group. We had the bedroom.

Me, Coach, and the other three in the group took no time to get started. It began as an oral circle, where we'd make a circle on the floor and suck another guy's cock. It was great. Moans and groans of pleasure were heard all over the house. I heard water running from the bathroom. It ceased, and then a guy was screaming loudly: his first time up the ass.

Then we moved on to one great pile. It went like this: there was a guy laying on his back fucking a guy on top of him. The guy getting fucked had my cock in his mouth. Then the one fucking was sucking another guy's cock. And that one getting sucked by the fucker was rimming Coach. That lasted about five or so minutes, until Kyle damn near came in David's ass. We had to move around. So we had a another big oral session, except this one was putting two cocks in one mouth and one cock in another. My cock and another guy's was sucked by Kyle. He's a great oral performer. Tongue lashing, saliva swishing, head bobbing...he did it all. Coach was getting sucked by David; it looked like they were enjoying it.

We had another close-come, so we then switched positions again. Coach wanted us to last as long as we could, as to keep it going for as long as possible. This next position was to be our last, for we all came at once. We just did whatever we wanted to. I sucked on Coach, who sat on the bed, and he sucked David, who stood on the bed in front of him. On the floor in front of me was Kyle, lying sideways, sucking me off. He, in turn, was sucked by the last guy, Aaron. There were sounds of sucking and slurping all around. Moans filled the room, and in the end, there was a huge sigh of relief.

Everyone cleaned up the cum that was dripping from our cocks, and we soon re-gathered in the living room. Coach brought in three containers of whipped cream and set them on the end table, for the time being. "Okay," he told us, "everyone can get dressed now. But nobody leave." We did as we were told, but Coach remained naked. He then took all the whipped cream from the table, opened up one container, and spread it across is cock. He had to stroke it a short while to get it hard again. "I'd like for each one of you to suck the whipped cream off my cock. I'll put on a fresh coat after each one is finished."

I was the last one in line of about twenty people. Coach was on his knees, and everyone took turns sucking the whipped cream from his long, hard cock. He kept from coming throughout the whole time, and when I got up there, he said, "Make me come." So I slowly licked the whipped cream from his cock, making sure to make it as pleasurable as I could. When that coat was finished, he still had not came. He then loaded on another layer and I kept sucking.

We went through all three large containers of whipped cream, and he had still not reached climax. On the last layer, as my head moved down to his cock, he stopped me, and ordered me to turn around and drop my pants; I was about to get fucked. The whipped cream slid around my arse, his cock gliding in and out with much more ease. The rest of the guys that were there watched intently, some jacking another one off, as I got fucked. Coach started out slow, but gained speed as he approached climax. I grabbed my hard cock and began stroking it, for the pleasure was too much for me. He then came in my ass, let out a slow and loud sigh.

I started to get up, but he held me down. "We're not finished yet," he told me. "You've still got whipped cream and cum in your ass. Can't go home like that." He then rimmed me, until it was all out. Meanwhile, I was jacking off, watching the crowd of hot guys get the guy next to them off. I came as he finished up, then dressed and went home.

I will never forget that night. Not for as long as I live. Copyright (C) Jack Mioff 1997 (