Gay Erotic Stories

I was almost finished with my four-year tour of duty in the Air Force. I was glad to get out because I wanted to go to college and start a new life. Service had been good to me. I’d see a good part of the country and loved when I was stationed in Orlando, but that was now coming to an end. I hated the restrictions and lack of personal freedom. I really never liked being ordered around like a slave. Not that I minded seeing all that male meat in the showers or I just liked being around men but that was something that was a no-no in this man’s Air Force. I’m even ashamed to admit that I am still a virgin, never having sex with either man or woman. I’d been assigned to duty to finish up my last six months of service at in Texas at a little resort called Lake Walk. It was an outcrop of Scott AFB training center and a place for the enlisted men to relax. It was a neat place, but the kind of thing that only a military mind could dream up. A place out in the desert with nothing but rocks and snakes. Its only saving grace was the dam between steep rock walls on a small river created a small deep cold lake. Caution signs were everywhere telling the men that the sides and bottoms were rock. We tried every thing to let the men know the dangers of the lake, but once a month some hard head would end up getting pulled out with a concussion. It was nice, but few men really liked doing nothing but lying in the sun and swimming in cold water. They were more interested in the little whore house over in Acuna, Mexico. I was assigned to Sgt. Shelton as his personal assistant. It was great duty--we had a little cabin with three bunks and all the free time in the world. Our working hours were from nine to six, but the men had an hour drive to make it to the base. That meant we really only had to be on duty from ten to five. That left us a lot of free time. We even had a little kitchen so we didn’t need to drive back to the base for anything but supplies once a week. I had to do the reports and logs, so I wood usually pick up anything we needed from Base when I dropped off my reports. It really was a plush job, considering some of the duty most short timers get. Sarge was a career man and had been reprimanded more than once for hitting the sauce too often. It was suggested by my Commanding Officer that my main responsibility at Lake Walk was keeping the Sargent off the sauce and out of trouble--in fact he told me I had been recommended for this position by the Chaplain for that exact reason. Then looking at me sternly, Major Tyler said that if anything caused a ruckus with the Sergeant I was in deep shit. He was a career man and would retire in two years. The Commander wanted to look after a good man and it was up to me to keep his nose out of trouble while I was assigned to him. The other man Sandy, a civilian working at the resort, would help me. Now Sarge was really having a rough time, his wife was suing him for divorce, as well as having a bad drinking problem. He just wasn’t ready to cope with his personal problems. I’d just driven back to Lake Walk from the Scott AFB after getting my lecture. When I pulled into our parking space, I sensed something was very wrong. It was Friday and we were supposed be closed this weekend. Rushing in to our quarters, I was disgusted to see Sargent Shelton sprawled on the cot--stewed to the gills! Sandy, his sidekick wasn’t much better off. Shelton was raving he was going to get a fuck, he needed to get his nuts off--even if he had to find a whore in “boys town”, and Sandy was just egging him on. Then looking up, he pointed a finger at me saying no whore for him tonight He’d decided he wanted a boy’s ass. I turned to run, but Sandy grabbed my arm, forcing me over to the desk. In one swift movement he’d ripped my one-piece fatigues open, and I was standing there with them hanging--exposing me. Shelton grabbed my fatigues and knocking me down, pulled them off my feet. Then, pulling the shoulders off, he secured my arms by tying the sleeves in knots. The only thing I was left wearing were my socks and boots. Pushing me on my back, Sandy came around grabbing me and throwing me on the desk. Then taking my legs and pulling them over my head, he spread my cheeks, exposing my asshole--the Sargent liked a plucked chicken. Sarge started for me--grabbing some butter and shoving it up my ass. He then positioned his tool. With a big push, he was instantly up my ass. Screaming in pain and crying, I begged him to stop, saying I was a virgin. Now this really excited them and they clapped ,saying they were going to fuck me and even get a cherry in the deal. Now hot and drooling, Sarge kept ramming his cock up my ass, fucking me in earnest. Pushing and twisting, he really screwed me royally, letting loose his load. My struggling only added to his excitement and he continued raping me again and again. He was an animal! Finally appeased, at last he withdrew and stepping around, grabbed my feet telling Sandy to get his fuck now--he had loosened me up for his big meat. Sandy was gentle, but he was big! He opened me up stretching my ass like a street whore. Beginning with a slow rhythm, he quickened his pace until he was banging me like an animal. Excited by the whole scene, he came off many times. When he withdrew, he let my legs down and I just lay there crying like a girl. My ass was bleeding and I felt like I’d been ripped open. They had raped me, destroyed my career in the airforce, and reduced me to a whore. No one was going to believe I didn’t let him fuck me if they denied the rape. Staggering naked over to the cot, they both were sound asleep in minutes. Getting dressed, I just sat there wondering what I could do to save myself. My ass hurt like blazes, but I couldn’t go to sick call without admitting I’d been fucked. Numb, I just fell into our normal routine of shutting down the camp for the night, trying to keep my mind off the rape. Closing the gates to the main road, I sat out on the rocks until dark--afraid to go back. Finally cold and shaking, I headed to our cabin. I was surprised to see Sarge and Sandy sitting up, naked on their bunks, awake and sexually aroused again. Calling me over, Sarge told me to assume the position. Protesting, I said I wasn’t gay, but Sandy spoke up saying he really didn’t give a fuck. They wanted to get there nuts off and they decided that I was going to be their service boy. After all I had put out for them, and now I could service them or they would file charges that I was gay, and I had put the make on them. I could kiss my honorable discharge goodbye. Then patting his bunk, Sarge told me to come over and take care of him. He wanted head. Remembering my earlier warning from the Commander, I was finished either way. There I was, promoted to the position of my Sergeant’s resident cocksucker. What the hell could I do? Slowly walking over to his bunk he told me to straddle his legs and get busy on his horn. With Sandy watching, I straddled his legs and bending down put my mouth over his cock. Disgusted, he said, “… not that way to suck a cock...” and pushing my head down until I began gagging, he began forcing me up and down his cock, until finally he pushed me into his nuts. As I lay with his cock buried in my throat, I could feel him expanding and unloading his cum in hot volleys. My throat became restricted and I began to choke. Gagging as he filled me with his cum, he held me down until I had swallowed everything he’d shot into my mouth. Now, he proudly said I was now a cocksucker. Letting me up, I began to leave when Sandy called out that I was only half done. He was ready for me now. Resigned to my inevitable fate, I walked over to him standing there. Laughing and dropping his pants, he exposed his enormous erect rod. He began massaging it; pumping it up to an enormous head glistened with cum. Forcing me to my knees, he advanced and putting it on my lips, rubbed cum on my face. He began to push his cockhead into my mouth. Threatening to slap me silly if I bit him, he began to force me to eat him. In defeat--I surrendered to his wishes. I was surprised, it was much easier to take him this time. Holding my head, he gently guided his tool deep into my mouth and as before, he pushed in gently and further with each stroke until he finally was resting his balls on my chin. As they swelled and throbbed, he unloaded his cum deep in my throat. “You learn fast kid, not bad at all,” he grunted. “You’re getting to be great cocksucker! Before long, you’re going to beg us for our cocks, but I’m not through with you yet. Now get your butt in the shower and get your asshole soaped up. I still want my fuck today, he bellowed. Sarge and Sandy had a couple more drinks as they watched me peel my fatigues boots and socks off. Standing in my skivvies, I was embarrassed when they laughingly pointed to my hard on. “Well now, I think our little boy is learning to be a gay fellow,” Sandy laughed with an evil smirk. Standing in the hot shower trying to hide my shame at being exited, I soaped my ass and waited for Sandy. Finally turning around, I told him I was ready for him. While he was laughing, he peeled off his remaining clothes, and in a few quick steps, began hugging my back, rubbing and soaping us both together. Then he gently slid his meat into me, saying I was not only ready for him I was acting like I really wanted him. As he pushed forward, I began to buck back for the first time, feeling a thrill of being fucked by a man. Then he called Sarge over telling him to hop aboard and get a great suck, our little boy was cooperating with us now and really putting out. Pushing me down as he squatted, he began forcing me to my knees and bending me over while he was still jammed up my ass--forcing me to my hands and knees. Then he began humping me doggy fashion, saying he loved breaking in a good tight ass. Kneeling on my hands and knees, the water streaming over us, Sarge came over, taking his cock and jamming it between my lips and began to fuck my mouth. Now I was taking them from both ends and suddenly I was getting really getting hot. Almost at the same time they would push and pull like a well oiled machine turning me into a receptacle for their cocks. Then lunging forward, they began to fill me with their hot fluid. Excited, I began shooting my load onto the floor. From that day forward, I looked forward to their bodies. I was sort of ashamed that it was now me--coming to their beds and begging them to let me suck them off. Sandy had been right when he said that before long I would be begging them for their meat. I had become addicted to them. Now all they needed to do was give me a look and I was on my knees ready to service them. We began to take advantage of our location. After closing the resort ,we would strip and swim naked and then lay on the hot rocks sunning ourselves. As the sun beat down on us, they would take turns screwing me or I would just simply roll over and suck them off. They were constantly trying new positions or teaching me to do new things to their bodies. One of their favorite games was to give me an enema with the cold river water and plug my ass. When I began to beg for relief, they would force me to suck, lick and eat them before they would allow me to pull the plug. There wasn’t any part of their body I hadn’t eaten sucked or licked--including their assholes. Controlling me was one of their greatest pleasures and I learned to accept--even enjoy submitting to them. They had conditioned me to refuse them nothing and to obey them completely in all things. Sometimes they would tie me up and rape me. If I was really lucky, one of the gay officers would come over and they would have a gang bang. What seemed to give them the most pleasure was my complete obedience to them in all things. Laughing, Sarge said they had trained me to be one damn fine queer and he was going to be sorry to lose me, but he knew I would have no trouble finding a new master. We spent my final four months of my tour of duty with me being their sex slave. But now it was me who willingly submitted and surrendered my body to them for their pleasure. All too soon, my time in the service was drawing to a close. I had fallen in love with my sargeant and his buddy for teaching me how to love and serve men. I have my Honorable Discharge now and to this day I remember Sarge and Sandy with a warm spot in my heart--as well as my ass. Because of them, The Air Force had truly made me what I am today--gay.