Gay Erotic Stories

For some time, I had lusted over one of the finest Fijis -- a cute wrestler named Brent with short, coal black hair, an incredible chest and abs, and tan, hairy legs. I was in ZBT, and frequently saw him at different Greek events. I was in good shape myself at 5'10" and about 150. But Brent, at 6'1" and 170, had it all: killer looks, a defined and hard body, a smooth deep voice, and an arrogant but incredibly sexy attitude. But his best feature by far was the plumpest, roundest, most muscular, perfectly sculpted ass the world has ever known. He wore shorts all the time (and not the baggy kind) that accentuated that sweet butt. Brent was a rare piece of sexy, hot male flesh, and he knew it. In April, the Fijis threw a big bash at their house. I got there at about 11 p.m., found a spot near the band, kicked back, and drank screwdrivers while I talked with friends. I saw Brent, groping the butt of some blond chick he was dancing with. After a while, they went upstairs and didn't reappear until about 1 a.m.. Brent made it a point to conspicuously re-adjust his tank top and nylon shorts as he approached his crowd of friends. He joined them playing a drinking game, and they exchanged a few knowing smirks and crude comments. Having gotten laid, Brent seemed intent on getting thoroughly shit-faced. By 3 a.m., some of the drunken frat boys began to stumble or be carried upstairs to their rooms. Slightly bombed myself, I watched as two dudes helped Brent upstairs. I could tell he was totally out of it because he only muttered a few words when they accidentally banged his head going up the stairs. The next thing I know I am following them up the stairs, unable to take my eyes off Brent's ass. As they entered his room, I passed by and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, I sat down in a stall and began to stroke my growing hard on. I got more and more excited as I began to think of the possibilities. I knew I was drunk, but I also knew I would regret it in the morning if I passed up this chance. I briefly debated running back to my frat house to get a camera, but decided I couldn't wait any longer. I came out of the bathroom, walked down the empty hall, and slipped unseen into Brent's room and closed the door. It was dark and silent, except for the muted sounds of the music and noise from downstairs. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I made out Brent sprawled face down across bed, his arms hanging over one side and his Nike-clad feet dangling over the other. I snuck up from behind and gently touched his ankle and calf. No response. I lightly stroked my hand over his hamstring. No response. Hard as a rock, I started to grope his ass and gently run my fingers along his nylon-clad crack. No response. I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed either side of his shorts and tugged both them and hid blue mesh underwear down over his shoes, sniffing them before throwing discarding them on the floor. I moved his legs open wider, laid down behind him, and began to lick and suck and bite his ass. I began to hump against the calf of one of his legs as I began to lick deeper into his crack. Finally, I spread his cheeks wide and began to eat hungrily at his hot, tight hole. I could smell his scent, and taste his sweat. I crammed my face deep into his crack, nudging him slightly forward, as my hot, wet tongue caressed around and fucked in and out of his hole. With one hand, I rubbed his hairy, muscular leg while I shoved the other one under him and began to tug on his cock. He moaned, and after a few minutes even began to hump my hand. I had never been so scared, and yet never so horny, in my entire life. I shoved my own shorts down to mid-thigh and began to stroke my aching cock. It felt incredible. But, it just wasn't enough. I could let the opportunity slip away. I began to get my cock wet with spit. I am only about 7" long, but fairly thick. And, by the feel of his ass on my tongue, he was very tight. I climbed on top of him, pushing his tank top up over his head and running my hands under his pecs. I rubbed my body along his, my hairy legs on his, my smooth chest and abs along his broad back, and my stiff, wet cock wedge in the crack of his ass. He began to moan more and to try to stir, to throw me off. I stopped groping his chest and moved my arms around his neck, putting him in a full nelson. I used my legs to pry his legs open wider. Withdrawing a hand, I grabbed my trembling, blood-engorged prick, placed it at his hole, and began to penetrate him. His moans turned into muffled screams and then cries of pain as the strength of his ass ring slowly faded and my bare, relentless cock began to painfully, slowly stretch him wider and sink into his ass. Fully aware of what was happening, he struggled hard to throw me off, to get my cock out of his torn and hurting ass. But, I was a man possessed. His ass just felt so good, so hot, so wet, that I couldn't stop. I twisted his arm behind his back and jerked his head back by the hair as I continued to shove my cock as deep into him as I could. When I began to saw my dick into him, the bed began to bounce, the spring's creaking in rhythm with his pleas and whimpers. I couldn't get deep enough into that sweet ass. I put the inside edge of my Nikes on the top edge of his, trying to push myself against his feet and deeper into his ass. The room was filled with noise -- the sound of the music below, the bed creaking, Brent's low, breathless sobs of pain, my heavy breathing, and the sound of my thighs and abs and balls slamming hard into Brent's gorgeous backside. The force of my thrusts kept nudging our tangled bodies forward as I rode Brent's ass closer to the edge. Unable to resist, I began to tongue fuck and chew on Brent's ear while I humped his ass, pounding him into the bed. I couldn't control myself, and as I got close to shooting, I jerked violently backward on Brent's hair, pinned his arm between his back and my chest, and reached under to pinch and twist his nipples. A few minutes more and I couldn't hold back any longer. I whispered into Brent's ear the first and last words I said to him during the whole incident. "I'm gonna blow my wad in your hot boy pussy!" Spasms racked my body as I shot load after steamy load deep into Brent's ass. I kept pumping as my cock started to get sensitive and go soft. I gave Brent every last bit of fuck I intended to give him. When it was done, I shoved him forward off the bed, turned and pulled up my shorts and pulled down my shirt as I reached the door. Brent, landing in a heap, was starting to get up and follow me. But, he was too fucked up. His shorts around his ankles tripped him, and he stumbled face first into a chair. That was the last I saw. A couple of days later, as I was passing the Fiji house, I saw Brent and some of his frat brothers out front playing Frisbee. Judging by Brent's reaction, he had no clue that I was the one who had reamed his cherry hole just two nights before. In casual conversation, I asked about the bandage above Brent's eye. He said he had fallen and hit a chair when he was drunk. I wonder if he locks the door to his room at night, now. . .