Gay Erotic Stories

Hi, this is my first story. As you can guess, my name's Ben, I'm 19 and I'm at college. The events, unfortunately, are purely fictitious. After only a few weeks of my first term at UNI, I already had a reputation as cocky, arrogant and a big hit with the girls. I'm 19, 5'11, blonde and did a bit of modeling in my year out, mainly for surf-wear, which was cool, as I surf a lot. Despite my reputation, I wouldn't say I was arrogant, but I knew that people found me attractive, and that does give me a lift! RAG Week rolled around, and the competitive nature of my college came out in force. Everyone wanted to raise the most money. One night in the bar, Will, Jamie and Rob sauntered over to where I was sitting and disturbed my progress with a stunning blonde from Oxford I was in the process of charming. Anyway, they said that they had a sure-fire way of raising the most money for charity - they were going to host an auction, and as I was the most confident person they knew, someone who could sell coal to Geordies, and shag their sisters will the full family blessing, they asked if I'd compeer the auction they were going to have. They were pretty far gone, and I wanted to get rid of them, so I said I'd do it, but that I didn’t really think an auction would raise that much money. I mean, what were they going to sell? Anything to get rid of them, as Megan was giving me come-to bed eyes and her hand had slipped onto my thigh. They left, saying that the auction was on Saturday, and the posters would be up tomorrow morning explaining what they were selling. I thought no more of it, and followed Magan into the girl's lavs. As I'm nothing if not a gentleman, I shan't tell you any more of Miss Megan, for fear of harming the young lady's reputation. All I will say is that I slept smiling that night. The next morning I staggered around college with a head like a cement mixer, promising myself to never again mix my drinks. As I stumbled through porters lodge I saw it. There in large letters (thankfully, or else my eyes wouldn't have had a hope in hell of focusing), I saw my name. I went closer, and I remembered my agreement with the lads last night. "RAG Week Extravaganza: Will Owens, Jamie Logan and Rob Cameron will be auctioning off the clothes they are standing in, in front of your very eyes. £5 admission. Guest starring Ben Scott as the feisty compeer. Now, this came as a bit of surprise. I can't say, however that I was upset... Jamie, Will and Rob were without question the three hottest lads on campus, and most of the girls, and a fair few of the boys, would be happy to pay the £5 entrance fee to get a peep as these three bared all in the name of charity. Although I'd never been with another guy, I knew from the age of 14 that, well, lets just say I'd make a damn good cricketer, what with my willingness to bat from both sides of the crease... The thought that I was the one on stage taking the bids for each item of their clothing, and, apparently, the one who had to remove it from their young bodies and hand it to the lucky purchaser planted itself in my head, and I had to dart across college to my room, and shower. There I stood, the water dripping off my well toned body, still nicely tanned from my 2 months of surfing in Australia thinking about those three. Almost involuntarily, almost, I started massaging my body, rubbing my hands across my torso, rubbing my nipples, feeling the contour of my abs. My hands slipped down, one cupping my balls, the other rubbing the foam from the shower into my now erect dick. As I stroked it I felt the pressure building up inside. I rubbed and stroked every one of the seven inches until the spasms of lust and ecstasy climaxed, and my jism landed in burst over my hands, testicles and my nicely toned torso. Quickly I washed myself, wrapped a towel around my waist, and waited for another young lady, who had promised to drop by.... It seemed like ages I waited until the day of the auction. The room was packed with horny students of both sexes jostling to get nearer the stage, nearer the flesh. I was dressed in black tie, and when I stepped out on stage the wolf-whistles and cheering erupted. "Now ladies, AND gentleman - I see we have one of two boys in tonight - just here 'for a laugh', huh guys? Not that you paid your money to see hot, sweaty young, naked, male flesh, is it lads?" The red-faces and embarrassed looks said it all. "But I won't hold you up any longer, I know what it is you want to see... our first 'lot', is number 1, Mr Rooooob Cameron!" Out stepped Rob wearing an old tight fitting pair of 501s and a white T-shirt. Rob who was only just 18, and one of the youngest in the year, was a university swimmer. His hair was the same shade of golden blonde as mind, but was cut short. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones shot sexy glances at the audience. "And what are we bid for Rob's T-shirt? Do I hear £20" Many eager hands shot up. "£30" someone called, and the bids came in fast succession. The T-shirt sold at £42. "This garment now belongs to the pretty red-head in the third row. Now, I guess, I have to remove it for you, do I madam?" The roars of yes went up, and I strolled over to Rob, and flashed him a cheeky grin. His smiled back with the most gorgeous lips I think I've ever seen. The routine of undressing them had been planned between us an hour ago, and it was my job to whip the crowd up as much as possible, by making as much contact with the boys as possible while I was undressing them. I made a show of heterosexual "I can't, guys.." but, funnily enough I allowed myself to be talked round. I ran my fingers under his T- shirt, and slowly lifted it over his head, revealing the most beautiful body imaginable. His firm pecs led down to a beautiful six pack and I ran my hands along it all, and then, cheekily, sucked on one of his nipples. I felt Robs hot young body tremble slightly beneath the touch of my warm tongue. He smiled. The chorus of whistles as his body was exposed was deafening. Next up for sale were Rob's jeans. I milked the horny crowd for as much money as I could get, and a shy physicist at the back called Colin happily paid £120 for the sexy young swimmer's 501s. There stood Rob, clad only in a pair of skimpy Speedos, while I ran my hands up and down Rob's firm thighs, letting my fingers slip inside his trunks, feeling the edges of his tight butt cheeks. "Oh girls, I called, I bet you wish you had this job". Fortunately, Rob smiled at me, thinking that it was just 'cocky Ben', being so arrogant that he can be so uninhibited because he is so firm in his sexuality. Yeah right, Rob. "Well, ladies and gentleman... shall we let Rob go and reclaim some dignity, or would, perhaps one of you care to proffer some money for these fetching trunks my young friend is wearing?" Before the words had hardly left my mouth, there were screams and a girl near the front fainted. Stupid bitch, I thought, you'll miss the best bit. Rob and I simulated sex on stage and I rubbed his cock through his Speedos - all in the name of charity, of course. I loved the feel of his dick through the sheer nylon, and I could feel it expand beneath my touch. I loved the fact that no one suspected that I was getting immense sexual gratification from this too. Some poor sod who'd obviously never been laid coughed up £250 for a little bit of nylon. Granted, it was the little bit of nylon that covered this beautiful blonde haired athlete's rapidly hardening cock. I put my hands down the front of the trunks, and I felt my stomach contract as my hands grasped his throbbing manhood. I stroked his lengthy shaft, and forgot that I was being watched by half the college. I got back to my duties and slowly turned young Rob around, so he had his back to the audience. I lowered them slightly, so that those firm, tight arse-cheeks were visible to all, and ran my hands around them, kneading them, massaging them. Finally I inserted my finger into his warm crack. Rob was shocked by this at first, but I knew he liked it, as he leant in as if to whisper something, and kissed my ear, while the unsuspecting crowd cheered. Suddenly I had an idea. I called to the boy who had bought the trunks and asked how much he'd pay if they were cum-stained. He agreed to another £50, and I flashed Rob a cheeky smile, to which he nodded. "Ladies and gentleman, for your viewing pleasure, and for the good of the poor of this world, I will submit to your will and make this young hunk come." Again, they whistled and cheered and urged on by this - I've always had an exhibitionistic streak - I turned Rob back around to face the audience, the front part of those tight (and tightening by the second) Speedos still covering his modesty. I lowered myself to my knees, my face at his crotch-level. Gently I pulled away the nylon trunks, already damp with Rob's pre-cum from his gorged cock. It was more beautiful than I had imagined. It was hard as fuck and stood proud at about 6". I licked the end of his cock, while my hands again reached for that beautiful butt. At first I just let my tongue play games with his manhood while this beautiful naked swimmer in front of me convulsed in pleasure, his strong hands running through my hair and massaging my scalp. I could resist no longer and engulfed his throbbing organ with my warm, moist mouth. His hot and gorged dick felt tasted like manna in my mouth and I let my tongue explore every inch of his boyhood. With each stroke of my tongue and movement of my head back and forth, I could feel the cum building up in his balls, making its way through that beautiful, erect young penis. Rob let out a cry of pleasure as his young body convulsed before me and his warm, salty juices entered my all too eager mouth. The force with which he came surprised me, and jism ran down the corner of my mouth. When the young stud was spent, I picked up the Speedos, wiped the corners of my mouth on them, and threw them to the desperate sod who had paid so much of his student loan for them. Rob kissed me passionately on the mouth, bowed farewell to the frenzied audience, and made his way, naked, backstage. "Well, ladies and gentleman... we still have two more lots to go, I said breathlessly, and desperately needing to get my rocks off. There was still Will and Jamie to come, and I was sure one of those would oblige.... "lot number two... Jamie Logan!" This is not finished. However, if you enjoyed this story, and want to hear the rest of this sordid trilogy, please email on benscott55@hotmail.com, and let me know what you thought. Your comments may influence the story. Parts 2 and 3 still to come, so to speak, and Will and Jamie, who, if possible, are even sexier than Will, are still to auction off their clothing...