Gay Erotic Stories

No one had really spoken to me since that night with all the guys. Several times I tried to grab a word with Stubbs, but he was always busy. I eventually gave up on Stubbs and turned my attention to Nick. Nick acted strangely around me, when the other guys were around he would ignore me like they were doing, but on the odd occasion when we were alone he would asks me questions about my life and the such.

Justin was the most weird though. I had the sense that he was avoiding me. I didn’t know how much he had seen, if anything and because of this uncertainty I was too scared to approach him. After getting along so well with him before coming to camp, it was strange not to have him around to talk to. One of the reasons for this might have been because weren’t put into the same groups again or maybe he wasn’t sure about me anymore.

The last few days of training were fairly hectic. I could tell all ready that I was becoming fitter. These last few days were also very confusing. No one had mentioned anything to me about that night; in fact no one really said anything to me. I slogged these days out knowing something would have to happen to have everything back to normal.

As I got onto the bus for the ride home, I saw that Justin was sitting by himself against the window. I strolled up to him and asked if any one was sitting with him.

“I guess not.” He was staring out of the window; he didn’t even look up at me. “You can if you want.”

At least that was something I thought as I sat down. I soon realized that he still wasn’t in the talking mood. I tried to spark a bit of conversation between us, but he only answered with one-word responses. I soon gave up.

The weather was still pretty hot so most of the guys had their shirts off. Justin didn’t and neither did I. I deliberately restrained myself from taking peeks at the tanned, sweaty meat that was on display. I was in enough trouble as it was.

The bus made the long journey back to the clubrooms. As it came to a stop we all hurried out to collect our bags. The other guys stood around talking to each other. Justin and I stood together in silence. This time I didn’t even try to talk to him.

After the fuss had died down Stubbs came to collect us so he could drive us home. We also took another guy with us in the car. He lived about a five-minute drive past Stubb’s house so Justin and I would be dropped off first, then Stubbs would drive our teammate home. No one said anything as the car chugged along.

The inside of Stubbs’ house was stinking hot. Two weeks of sweltering weather, without being aerated had turned it into a sauna. I immediately wanted to peel off my clothes as soon as I stepped in side, but with a quick glance at Justin, I thought better of it. I didn’t want to scare him even more.

I decided to take a shower so I went into our room, careful to shut the door, stripped off my clothes and waddled into the bathroom. Just as I was about to shut the bathroom door I heard our bedroom door open.

“We need to talk!” Justin blurted out. He turned to see me standing naked in the bathroom. He had seen me in this state plenty of times, but today my natural reflex was to cover myself with the towel hanging on the rack next to me.

“I saw some of what happened the other night…in the showers.” He paused, waiting for me to give some kind of response.

“And?” I wanted him to finish his sentence, to see what he thought.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to say. I’ve got a few questions, I don’t know what I really saw.”

“So ask me, not that I remember much myself.” I blushed a bright shade of red.

“Um…well did they…force you to that?” He looked genuinely concerned.

“No!” I was quick to defend them. “Well…no not really. I let them do it” I saw the concern in his face fade into dismay.

“So you wanted them to?” He looked concerned again, but for a different reason.

“Yes” I said softly, I was hiding behind feigned uncertainty. “Yes.” I said again, this time to myself and not to Justin.

“So this means you’re…” He stepped backwards and sat on the edge of his bed. With elbows on knees he hunched forward, placing his hands over his face. This was too much for him.

I sat down on my bed, opposite him, and grabbed at his knee. He flinched at first, but realizing I was only comforting him, he moved his knee back. I gripped it with my hand and shook it slowly. Silence brewed between us.

At length he brought his head up so that he was looking me straight in the eyes. “So you are gay then?”

I stared at him for a few seconds, and then slowly nodded by head. He closed his eyes then opened them back up, still staring into mine. We sat there like that for what seemed like forever. Staring into each other’s eyes, my hand still on his knee. The thick, stuffy air of the room was chocking me.

Nervously he asked, “What does it feel like…to be with a guy? Once as a dare I had to kiss a guy, I was so freaked out by that, that I couldn’t even imagine doing what you did…did you like it? Does it hurt?”

I looked at his face as he yammered through his questions. He looked uneasy, as if by his curiosity I would find him to be gay. Looking into his eyes I forgot about the question. Justin grew more uncomfortable the longer the question hung in the air between us.

“Not that I’m gay or anything.” He added to his defense. He tried to laugh away the thought that he was, patting his hand against my leg. On the last pat he left his hand on for a moment too long. He quickly recoiled his hand. We still stared each other in the eyes.

Slowly I crept my head forward, closer to his. We continued to stare each other on the eyes. We were both too scared to blink. A bead of sweat formed on his hairline. It trickled down the side of his face, slowly, drawing out the moment. I could feel his hot breath on my face. My heart pounded in my chest, why wasn’t he backing off.

The still, dry air in the room seemed to get hotter and hotter. Soon I felt a bead of sweat fall from my face and land on my bulging towel.

Our noses touched. My breathing stopped. I turned my head slowly to the side. I reached my lips out…they brushed against his. His lower lip began to quiver. His hot breath swept over and between my pouting lips. His breath wavered. I leaned in closer, closing my eyes. I pressed firmly against him. I quickly slid my hand up his leg, under his shorts until my fingertips touched the edge of his jocks.

“I can’t, I can’t do this.” He backed away quickly, a look of dread on his face. What had he nearly done? What was his friend trying to do? Thoughts raced through his head. He stood up sharply, trying to jolt himself from the place he had just been.

I too stood up, not wanting to let him leave. I stepped forward; desperately I tried to hug him. My raging cock pressed against his soft package. He pushed me away, looking down at boner causing a tent in my towel. He had fear in his eyes. Purely by accident my towel released itself and fell silently to the floor.

Tears filled my eyes as he raced out the bedroom door.

“I’ll be back tonight to pick up my stuff. Just tell Stubbs whatever, I don’t care what that big fag thinks.” I could feel the venom in his voice as he spitted out ‘fag’.

I was shocked at what he had just called Stubbs. I’d never heard anyone say anything bad about him.

My legs began to shake, for a second I felt cold. Not bothering to pick up my towel I tumbled over, face first, onto Justin’s bed. I stretched my body out so my feet hung off the end. My cock pressed against the hard mattress. My eyes were blurry with tears so I couldn’t see the person enter the room.

I felt the bed give way to a heavy body as it sat down near my knees. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“Did you see everything?” I asked Stubbs.

He placed his hand on the back of my knee and slowly began to rub the back of my thigh.

“Don’t worry about that little pussy, kid, he wouldn’t know what to do anyway.” He ran his hand up over my cheek, squeezing softly.

“At least you learnt a valuable lesson. You got to go for it hard, don’t leave them an option to say no. Most guys would never dream of going with another guy so of course they’re gonna back out if they think they can. You have to pick your targets well, and then go for the kill. I doesn’t take much for you to make them cross the line, but once they have, they’re in your court.”

He grabbed my hand with his and guided it towards him. He pressed it down on his firm, bare thigh and forced it up his hairy leg.

“And your not gonna get anywhere with that kissing crap, save it for the women. Every man, no matter how straight he is, respects one thing.”

He pressed my hand against his cock. It was as soft as mine was hard. He made my fingers wrap around its size.

“So hurry up and don’t be a girl.”

I sat my self up, without letting go of him. His hand still held me there. With his other hand he grabbed the back of my head. And guided me closer to him.

As I neared his crotch he gave me back control of my hand. I scoped up his large balls and squeezed then firmly. His face relaxed as he let the pain flow through his body. His cock jumped and I knew he loved it.

I stretched his balls out and up, giving myself access to the under side of his hairy, sweaty crotch. He swung around on the bed, getting himself in a better position. He shimmied his body up towards the head of the bed so that he had space to lean back on his elbows. With his knees bent and legs spread wide, he was ready for me to continue. I could now see the bottom of his hairy crack, tanned, hairy and squashed together. It invited me.

Once again I squeezed his balls, this time tighter and longer. As he let out a pleasurable yell I dove down on him, hungrily making my way to his crack. My tongue poked at it, separating the cheeks. The odor was how I remembered it; old memories came flooding back.

With his hand he pushed me in further. I needed breath so I pushed away. His cock was now fully hard. I felt pride in that. It looked bigger than I remember it; I realized that there was no way that he had all of it up me that morning I woke up with him. My ass was still sore from then, so looking at his swollen member I began to wonder how I would manage it.

I didn’t have too much time to think before he held me down into his crack again. Excitedly I lapped at the maze of damp matted hair. His body seemed to bounce with ecstasy. I stared to breath more heavily as I lost myself in a world of sensations: The taste and smells, the pressure from his cheeks as they squashed together, the sound of him as he groaned, the smell of fresh semen (his or mine I did not know), the pressure of his hand as he forced me further and further into his world.

We continued like this until the sun outside began to set, the sky outside the window filled will brilliant pinks, purples, oranges and blues. We were both sweaty and shone in the fading light.

I had begun to suck on the giant head of his cock. His pre-cum coated the inside of my mouth. I sensually run my tongue around the eye of his cock. While doing this I stared him lovingly in the eyes, he stared back, he seemed not to blink.

The sweat on his chest reflected the bright colours of the sky. His nipples stood erect, waiting for my attention. His bulging arms flexed as he gently rocked back and forth. His six-pack rose and sank as he breathed.

I removed his dick from my mouth and grinned. He grinned back.

“Fuck I love you.” I jumped up and onto his chest, erotically attacking his nipples. I didn’t wait for a reply--I didn’t expect one.

Stubbs wrapped an arm around my body, holding me tight. I now sat on his pelvis, my cock pressing against his heaving abs. My body rested on top of his. He was still up on his elbow, propping himself up. He raised his knees a little so that his cock lined up along my crack. I didn’t even notice; I was too busy concentrating on his nipples.

I felt his heart beating on the side of my face. I chewed on his nipples with perfect timing. I had my eyes closed; my mind was relaxed. I didn’t know if I was drifting off into a dream or if I was already in one.

I still had the taste of his pre-cum in my mouth; mixed with his sweat it tasted even better. His arm held me tight against him not that I would want to get away.

“Okay, kiddo.” He said after a long embrace. “You’ve had your fun now it’s my turn.”

He pried me off his body. A thick line of cum connected the end of my cock with a matted patch of hair around his belly button. A pool of cum slipped down his abs and into his nest of hair. I hadn’t even noticed cumming I was too caught with him. He tossed me off of him and onto the bed. Instinctively I flipped over onto my stomach. I was laying flat on the bed, arms by my sides and feet dangling from the end of the bed. I didn’t know what to do, so I waited for him.

He stood next to the bed, tall and powerful but warm and caring. I’d never seen him like this before. I would do anything for him.

He grabbed the back of one of my legs and pushed it up. It slid out over the damp sheets of the bed until my knee rested up near my elbow. My ass was spread, waiting for him. A cool breeze ran through the room, chilling the sweat on my body.

Stubbs crawled up and over the bottom of the bed. His face had a look of determination and lust more than anything else. He eased his body over mine, slowly allowing some of the weight of his body to lay on me.

The head of his cock had nudged its way into my crack and waited at the dark pink bud. Without a word from either of us he ground his waist forward. My hole could no longer resist the slimy head as it edged further inwards.

I gave into Stubbs, willingly. I needed him. I watched the sun as it finally ducked its head down below the black horizon. I needed to take myself away until he was inside me. A drop of rain patted against the window, then another. I felt my lips spread around his tool, felt as they slowly sank over the ridge of his tool. I let out a gasp. So did Stubbs.

He soon had half of his twelve inches inside me and I felt like I would burst. Stubbs collapsed on my body, covering me. I felt his furry chest graze my back, one of his hairy ball sag onto the back of my leg, his soft breaths against my ear. His hips softly pushed back and forth. He gently nibbled on my ear.

I’d never felt so helpless and dependent on a person. He was smothering me, protecting me, holding me, filling me, pleasuring me, nurturing me, loving me. I needed him, I felt like he needed me.

“I love you.” I whispered again. Once more I didn’t expect a response but this time I wanted one.

He continued to nibble my ear, pushing against me. He started to push harder, to lift his body off mine and fall back on it. Pain filled my body; lust took over his.

“I need you.” I told him. “I want to be with you forever.”

He pushed harder and harder, forcing more and more of him into me. A drop of sweat fell from his nose and struck the side of my face. I lost myself in the moment.

A soft groan filled my ear. It became loader. I clenched onto his cock with my ass. I was in the frame of mind now that I only felt the pleasure not the pain.

Two-thirds of the way inside me he began to cum. It filled me, leaking a little. He thrust in one more time and another squirt entered my ass. It wasn’t the animal, raging orgasm that I expected from Stubbs. He quickly fell silent. So did I. The only sound was the pattering of rain on the window.

He lay over me without moving.

“I love you…ever since I met you…I’m sorry…I know I’ve lost you…” His voice was barely audible. I didn’t know if I even heard him or if I made it up. If not for the heavy feeling in my heart I would have sworn he didn’t say anything. I pushed it to the back of my mind; I wanted to stay in the moment.

He shifted his body so that he could see my face. He was still inside me but in no hurry to leave. We lay like that; just staring at each other listening to the rain hit the window. The night had turned cool but Stubbs’ body kept me warm. Goose bumps peaked along his arms, legs and back.

I shifted my body around, letting his cock limp out of my hole. I then lay on top of his back, rubbing his goose bumps away. Straddling him I began to massage him, his tense neck, his toned back then his beefy ass. I leant forward to kiss the inside of his crack.

A phone rang. FUCK!

Stubbs woke from his blissful stupor; I climbed off him. He sat up in the bed, fumbling through the pile of clothes on the floor next to the bed. He found his phone, flipped it open and held it to his ear. He listened for a while, giving a few grunts as replies and then flipped it shut.

“That was Justin he’s coming around now” He turned to face me. Our eyes met and stuck.

“Kiss me.” I said. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. I laughed although I was unset.

“I didn’t mean like that.”

“That’s all I can give you.” He somberly added.

“You did the other morning.”

“That was different, different context, things have changed. Sorry.”

He was not the type of person to offer apologies, but now I had heard him say sorry twice in the same night. He left me alone in the room to clean both myself and the stained bed up, but I couldn’t help but think about what he’d been talking about.

I stood alone in the bedroom, our sweat still chilling my body. Outside the wind picked up, howling through the black silhouettes of the trees. Rain pounded against the window. I heard the front door open and shut. I then heard Stubbs’ car start up and drive out of the driveway.

I quickly pulled the sheets off Justin’s bed, threw them into the bathroom, picked up my long discarded towel and headed for the shower. I didn’t want to see Justin for a while. I wanted to be with Stubbs--his size and strength surrounding me, his huge cock filling me, and his lips kissing mine.

(email me with any questions at inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com . After a bit of a break I am now ready to pump out a few more stories so keep your eyes out.)