Gay Erotic Stories

I didn't know what I was getting into when I joined a fraternity when I began college. The second night that I was there, I got up in the middle of the night to take a leak. I made my way down the hallway and into the empty bathroom and took a piss. I could here some action outside the door, but I didn't know what. When I was done, I put my dick up and darted out the door. Waiting outside were all of my new brothers, waiting for me. Before I could say or do anything, they were all on top of me, beating, slugging, hitting -- whatever they could do to inflict pain. I couldn't see any of their faces yet, as I laid on the floor beneath them, curled up in a ball. Then one of them -- or maybe more than one, I really don't know -- began tearing my shirt off, followed by my sweatpants, leaving me on the cold tile floor in my jockey shorts and socks. They never stopped hitting me. One of the guys was intense on frogging me in the chest, another right in the small of my back. Despite the fact that I had fifteen guys attacking me, It wouldn't have hurt so bad if not for those two men. Then someone grabbed my underwear and started yanking them backwards up my ass. At first, I didn't notice because I was in so much pain. But soon my dick noticed for me, and began to bulge out the little bit of the front of my shorts that they hadn't pulled up my butt. "Look, the faggot's got a hard on!" one of them shouted. I heard a few more "faggot" and "queer" references, but a moment later the beating stopped. Jason, a six foot three, dark haired boy came and stood in front of me. "Get up, queer boy," Jason said in a serious tone. "Get on your knees!" I was so sore that I could barely move, but I managed to muster up on my knees. My underwear were in shreds and my cock was sticking straight up out of a hole in the side. "Why are you so turned on?" Jason asked. "Is it the beating. . .or the boys?" I knew the answer, but I didn't answer. Jason began to unzip his blue jeans, as I focussed intently on his crotch. "Well, there's my answer, faggot." He lowered his pants under the bulge in his underwear. "Look at me, queer," he demanded. I looked up at his face -- his blue eyes were so pretty -- but so cold. "You know what faggots do? They suck good dick, don't they? You ever felt a cock in your mouth, boy?" "Yes," I replied, knowing that there was no way I was getting out of it. Jason reached down and grabbed hold of my cock with his right hand and smacked my nuts with his left. "I knew you were a faggot." He released my dick and put his hands back up to his underwear and began to peel them off of his massive cock. I'd never seen a guy this big who was still soft -- he must have been a foot long before he was even hard. My dick pulsed. He came closer to me and said "smell it." He began to rub it in my face, and at this point, I had nearly forgotten that anyone else was there. That is until someone grabbed my arms, and Jason grabbed the back of my head and began to shove his dick into my mouth. It was okay at first, feeling his soft shaft caress my throat, but as it began to grow harder, he began to thrust it in my throat. Usually I like to suck dick, but at this point, with the pain that I had already undergone, this was nearly unbearable. He kept thrusting it further into my throat -- I think it was jabbing me in the kidneys. When he finally pulled it out of my mouth, I could see why it hurt so bad -- the fucker was about a foot and a half long! "I want you to swallow my load, faggot," he said softly. Jason stuck the head of his dick in my mouth and began stroking his long shaft. It seemed like a sucked on that head for eternity, but it was probably only a matter of minutes. Then Jason's body began to tighten and I felt the first stream of come splash across my tongue. I had to stop sucking or I would have choked to death on it. Seven more enormous squirts of come, and he pulled his head out of my mouth. "Now swallow, faggot!" I had already swallowed most of it, but some still lingered in my exhausted mouth. My throat was so salty it almost made me throw up, but I swallowed what was left. Jason grabbed his underwear and yanked them back up over his softening dick. "Faggot sucks good dick, guys. You're gonna love it!" It was at that moment that I realized it wasn't only Jason that I would have to suck. Another guy stepped in front of me and jerked down his pants. In comparison to Jason he had no dick, but this guy wasn't small either. Again my head was grabbed and my throat was jabbed until the fifteen guys in there had shot their loads in my mouth. Three hours later, I was still in front of the bathroom on my knees, with a dick about to squirt in my face. The final guy was one of the smallest, but he was still about 6 inches long. My jaw was sore and this guy was trying not to hurt me anymore, so he pulled his dick out of my face and began to jerk off. I watched him as I watched all the others -- I was exhausted but enchanted. He rubbed the palm of his hand around the head of his dick for a few moments -- I learned a bunch of new ways to beat off that night -- and soon his body began to clench. I knew what was coming, so I leaned over and opened wide. A little bit of his come spurted into my mouth, but most went across my face and into my eyes. I fell to the floor and rubbed my eyes, which made it worse, because of all the spit and come that I dribbled onto them from the last few men. The last thing I remember hearing was Jason laughing, and then I blacked out. I awoke a few hours later, still on the floor, now naked. I was cold, blind, and so sore I could barely move. Everyone was gone and I wasn't sure if what I thought happened had really happened. I tried to move and my arms and legs, but they were so black and blue that I couldn't stand. I crawled into the bathroom and grabbed the sink for a brace to help me to my feet. In the mirror I could see the cum all over my beard and eyes, and I knew it was true. I stumbled into the shower room and turned on the water. I leaned up against the wall and let the water splash across my body as I tried to gain my balance. Then I heard a voice. I looked into the doorway of the shower room and there was Jason, totally naked, approaching me. "I needed a shower too," he said. "But that was a good bath you gave my dick earlier!" He walked up to the shower that I was using and stood under the stream for a moment. I was so busy looking at his dick that I didn't realize mine was hard again. "You really like my cock, don't you?" I looked down and saw how stiff I was. "You want some more of it, don't you?" he asked. I nodded my head and staggered out of the showers naked, and back to my room. I had passed initiation and found the best dick I would ever have all in the same night. About a week later, when I had regained my strength and the bruises started to fade, I went into Jason's room in the middle of the night and awoke him with my mouth. When it wasn't being forced on me, he felt so good in my throat. We stayed friends for about six years -- I sucked his dick on a regular basis -- and after a while, we lost contact. Last I heard, he was married and has three kids. I couldn't imagine letting that dick into my ass once, let alone three times!