Gay Erotic Stories

It had been about a month since Carl had set me up with Mike. During this time, Carl and I had reverted to our routine of regularly getting each other off, but because finals were approaching, we hadn't had sex in a week. Carl didn't want to fool around because he had to study really hard for his finals to become eligible for medical school (or so he said as I later found out). After his last final, which was after mine, Carl bounced through the front door like a six year old who just received his first bike. "Man, am I glad that shit's over. It's time to PAAAARTEEE!" he shouted. Carl fixed us a couple of rum and cokes and got the bong. We were halfway through our drinks and had each taken quite a few tokes when there was a knock on the door. "Oh fuck! Who's that? Put the stash away." I said sounding extremely paranoid. (Yeah, I started getting the "horrors". Every pothead's worst nightmare.) "Just open the door, fuckwad. Before I left the campus, I called Mike to see if he wanted to come over." Carl told me. Mike and I hadn't seen each other since that weekend, and I ran to the door because, with Carl's jubilant attitude, I thought I shortly become involved in my first three-way. I opened the door, and there was Mike--and his cousin, Dwight. Dwight's one hot mother fucker too. He looks exactly like Mike, except he has blond hair and blue eyes. When I saw both of them there, I was somewhat disappointed, and when I looked at Carl, I could tell he knew what I was feeling. Mike and Dwight came in and sat by Carl. Carl started loading up the bond for them, and I went in the kitchen to fix us some more drinks. When I joined them, we sat around for about an hour just smoking, drinking, and getting really loaded. Carl was the first one to mention sex. "Hey Mike, your dick and ass are still sore from the last time you were here?" Carl asked. "No man, as a matter of fact, I'm horny right now and I'm ready for some more." Mike said. "How about you Dwight?" "Dude, I'm always ready for a hot fuck." Dwight replied. "Dwight, you play around too?" I asked. "Fuck yeah!" Dwight said. "Who do you think showed these two pussies how to play?" "Fuck you bitch!" Carl and Mike said in unison. "Well, let's play." I said. "What are we waiting for?" "Not so fast!" Carl told me. "We three always play a little game before we go after it. It makes it more interesting." All three of them started giggling at this point. "What?" I asked somewhat pissed off. "Get the deck of cards." Carl said. I went to the kitchen, got the deck, and returned. By this time, they were sitting at the dining room table, and I joined them after placing the deck in the center of the table. "OK, I know you know how to play poker." Carl said. "Well, we play strip poker." "Well, I can see how that's sexual, but what makes it interesting?" I asked. "You know how you usually play poker for money?" Mike said. "Yeah!" I answered. "We put our asses on the line." responded Dwight. "Oh, so what are the rules?" I asked. "I'm game." Carl then told me that each player is allowed to wear only three articles of clothes. After each hand, the winner gets to keep his clothes, and all the losers have to strip one item. The first person to lose all of his clothes is the loser. The game is then played until each "position" is determined. "OK, I get it." I said. "But what's the prize?" Mike then said that the loser sucks off everyone and is sucked off by the next to last person. The winner then gets to fuck all three other players. The second place person fucks the lower twice and the other person once, and the last two players fuck each other three times. "Does that sound alright with you?" Dwight asked me. "Shit yeah!" I said, and to be honest, I had no intention of finishing any higher than "loser". "OK, let's start then." Carl said. Mike and Dwight took off their shoes and socks to make sure we each had only three articles of clothing, and Carl shuffled the deck and dealt the first hand. Carl won the first hand, and Mike, Dwight, and I lost our shirts. Mike won the second hand, and Carl lost his shirt and Dwight and I lost our pants. Carl won the third hand, and Mike lost his pants and Dwight and I lost our underwear. At this point, Dwight and I were extremely hard already. Dwight's dick was huge - 8" long like Mike's, but it was about 6" around with a huge red mushroom-shaped head. The thickest dick I had ever seen up to this time. Dwight won the next hand and I was the loser (Damn!?!). Carl lost his pants and Mike lost his underwear. Next, Mike won. Dwight became the third place finisher (how lucky was I) and Carl lost his underwear. The final hand was tense with Carl and Mike each bragging about how they were going to tear each other's asses. Dwight and I could care less, because we started kissing and rubbing each other's dicks. Carl and Mike told us to hold on until their hands were revealed. Carl finally won, and he took great pleasure in harassing Mike. We then all stood up, and Carl, Mike and Dwight sat on the couch. Carl told me that because he was the winner, he got the first blowjob. I knelt between his legs, engulfed his cock, and started pumping like crazy. When I felt him tense, I started to slow down to prolong his pleasure, but Carl told me to just go after his juice because we were all in for a long afternoon and they needed to cum quick to prepare for later. So, I started sucking hard again, and about a minute later, Carl was filling my mouth with his cum. No sooner had I swallowed the last drop of Carl's cum, Mike pulled me by my hair and pushed my mouth on his dick. After I had been working on Mike's dick for a few minutes, Carl got behind me and started eating my hole. His dick was pressed against my legs, and I could tell he was still hard. It took about five minutes for Mike to pump me full on his cream. Dwight then bent down and gave me a deep kiss tasting Carl and Mike's juices. He laid on the floor and spread his legs to give me a better access. I quickly pounced on his dick, but I had to stop momentarily while Carl plugged my ass with his dick. Pretty soon, Carl and I developed a steady rhythm between his pounding my ass and my mouth milking Dwight. After about ten minutes, Dwight tensed and began flooding my mouth with a huge load, and shortly thereafter, Carl blew in my ass. Mike then looked at me and told me it was his turn. He rolled me on my back, lifted my legs, and put my feet on his shoulders. In no time his cock was buried in my ass, and he began hammering me. After kissing me for a little while, Dwight straddled my head, shoved his dick back in my mouth, and swallowed my rod. I was lost at this point. Dwight's thick tasty dick in my mouth, Mike's pounding my hole, and Dwight's expert blowjob had me spinning. In no time, I lost it and blew cannon shot after cannon shot of cum down Dwight's throat. After my orgasm, I continued to suck Dwight's dick and Mike kept fucking me until he finally came. Dwight then replaced Mike between my legs and slowly inserted his dick in me. For the first time in a while, there was a little pain, as I had never had anything this thick in me before, but after a while, the pleasure returned, and my dick got hard again. When Dwight felt my ass relax, he let go and fucked me harder than I had ever been before. There were several times that I was close to cumming, but Dwight sensed it and he backed off until I calmed down. After about 10 minutes, Dwight pissed his cum into me. Dwight then picked me up and kissed me. "Your turn!" he told me. Dwight lay on his back and lifted his legs. After I lubed my dick, I gently place it at his hole, but Dwight really wanted it. I buried my dick in him with the first push and began to seriously fuck him. With the constant banging my prostate had received earlier, I wasn't able to last long, but I know I left a lot of lube for Carl and Mike to use. After I came, Dwight was fucked next by Carl. Mike and I watched until Carl came. When Mike replaced Carl in Dwight's hole, I straddled Dwight's dick and sat on it. All three of us started to moan and grunt like crazy. As Mike pounded Dwight's ass, he would force Dwight's dick further into me. Mike came first, and Dwight flipped me on my back and continued to fuck me until he came. I really needed to cum by this time, so I told Dwight to bend over the couch. I was able to plow his ass really good this time, and Carl and Mike were hooting and hollering encouraging me to "Fuck that bitch". I don't know exactly how long I fucked him, but my orgasm seemed to last forever. We then decided to take a little break. Carl fixed us some more drinks, and we smoked some more weed and shot the shit. During this time, Dwight couldn't keep his hands off me. About a half hour later, I noticed that we were all hard again, and Mike said that we should finish paying off our bets. Carl told Mike to lay on his back and me to kneel over Mike in a 69. Carl entered Mike's ass, and Dwight entered mine. While they were fucking us, Mike and I began to suck each other, but we were careful not to make each other cum. The sex was intense. Even though it was now December and the apartment was cool, we were all sweating like pigs. I'm not sure how long Mike and I were fucked, but when Carl and Dwight finally came in us, I would swear you could hear their moans, groans, and yells in the next parish. After Carl and Dwight came, Mike and I were horny as hell. Carl had gotten his satisfaction, so he got up and took a shower. Mike asked if we could go to my bedroom. When we got there, Mike told Dwight to lie on his back, and he told me to fuck him in the missionary position. After I embedded my dick in Dwight's ass, Mike came up behind me, and stabbed his cock up my hole. The sensation I felt is indescribable. In no time, Mike and I were working like a well-oiled machine. When I would push in Dwight's ass, Mike would pull out, and when I would pull out, Mike would nail his dick back into me. My prostate had never gotten such a work out. I must have stayed on the brink of cumming for about 20 minutes until Mike really started fucking me. His pumping got me so hot that I just couldn't hold back anymore and I pumped what was left of my seed in Dwight. My orgasm then triggered Mike's, and when he came, I thought he would leave a bruise on my shoulders that would last for a month because he squeezed them so hard. After he came, Mike got up and went to take a shower, but the fun was not over. Dwight had gotten hard again, and he wanted to fuck me one more time. I told him that I didn't know if my ass could take much more, but I would give it a try. Dwight told me to get on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed. After I had gotten in position, he deeply kissed me and licked my neck and back, but there was no love or romance in this fuck. Dwight rammed his dick in me and began fucking like a pile driver. There was no slowing down or speed variance, just one long fuck. Dwight messaged my prostate so thoroughly and intensely that I constantly had drops of cum spilling out of my dick. He fucked me for a good 30 minutes before he finally came. After it was over, we lay down and gently kissed each other. I asked Dwight if he wanted to take a shower, but he said that he'd rather stay with me. We kissed each other gently for a while and then drifted off to sleep. When I woke, Dwight was gone, and my ass was one sore, sticky, leaking mess. But - I had never felt so good in my life. Little did I know that the upcoming semester would bring the one thing that I was looking for my entire life! TO BE CONTINUED