Gay Erotic Stories

I had had gay feelings ever since I was 12. I should say that I have been attracted to men, but I have been in the closet. I didn’t know that that was going to change soon. I went to see the football coach about my new job. He told me that I was to be in the locker room after practice, handing out towels and checking equipment. He gave me the keys to the locker room and the equipment room and told me to lock up and put the keys through the slot in his door when we were done. Feeling powerful, I went to the towel room.

The locker room was dark, damp, and smelled like sweat, like all of them do. This one, however, did not have the chlorine smell like those with pools. There were paintings of men in workout clothes and Speedos on the walls. Just seeing those made me readjust myself. I opened the room and turned on the lights. Nothing fancy, just a stack of green towels and a rack of wire boxes for athletic equipment. I looked at the clock. 45 minutes till practice was over. I sat behind the counter, unzipped my pants, and started to finger my ever-growing penis.

The slam of the outside door startled me. I had been gently rubbing my uncut penis, and I was nowhere near orgasm. I groaned, frustrated, and zipped up. There, in front of me, stood the most handsome guy I had ever seen, hot, sweaty, and tired.

“Give me a towel,” he said. I handed him one. He proceeded over to the bench, kicked off his cleats, and pulled the drawstring on his pants. With one smooth motion he pushed them down over his ass, revealing a jock strap laden groin. I could not stare at him for long, however. Soon 9 more guys came in, all as handsome as he, and requested towels. They all followed the same process. I was fascinated! Some wore compression shorts with a cup. Some wore a jock strap and a cup. Some just wore a jock strap. Needless to say, despite how tired they were, they were all completely naked within 5 minutes. They all turned and faced me. I stared back at them--10 beautiful guys. 8 of them were white, 2 were black. 6 of their penises were uncut, 4 weren’t. 9 had bushels of black pubic hair. 1 had a slight trail of brown hair. 7 had curls of chest hair. 3 were completely smooth. 5 had blond hair. 5 had brown hair.

“Well?” the quarterback asked. “Are you going to open the showers for us?”

I jumped as I came out of my daydream. “What?”

“Are you going to open the showers for us?”

I jumped out of the room and walked over there. Sure enough, the glass shower door was locked. I bent down to open it. “There you go, guys.”

“Thanks.” But none of them walked in.

“Something wrong?” I queried. They looked at each other, then back at me.

“Take your pants off,” said the quarterback. He was the one who had spoken to me first.

“What?” I exclaimed.

“You heard me. Take your pants off, you gay bastard.”

“Ain’t no fucking way I’m taking them off. And I am not gay!”

“Bullshit! We’ll see about that.” And with that, they grabbed me and forced me down on the floor. I started screaming. “No one can hear you, cocksucker. It’s you and us.” With that, the quarterback pulled off my jeans, revealing my thong. “Look, guys, he wears briefs still. Any takers on him NOT being gay?” They all laughed and pulled off my button-down shirt and my t-shirt.

“Please,” I managed to gasp. Fuck, I thought. Let me come out. They already know.

“Please, suck me.” And with that, the quarterback gently took off my briefs, already stained with precum, and took my penis in his mouth. I screamed with pleasure. They each sucked me long and hard until I was near orgasm, but pulled away before I could spew. I was panting on the wet floor, when David (the quarterback) came down on me again and let me spew. My semen poured into his hot mouth and dribbled down his chin. He clamped onto my lips and forced it into my mouth. I tasted my semen mixed with his saliva. I drank every drop. Then they turned me over, pushing me into the showers. I lay on the wet linoleum, shivering. They turned on a shower and lathered up their cocks. One guy put his foot on my head so I wouldn’t move, then, he pulled me up into a doggy position. There they gang raped me, over and over, rawer and rawer. I was screaming, this time in pain.

After about 45 minutes of having thicker and thicker penises move in and out of me (David was about 11 inches long and 3 inches thick) I felt 10 loads of semen invade my bowels. I dropped to the floor, exhausted and whimpering. I reached around and felt my ass. It was bleeding slightly…but surprisingly, not too painful. They came over and picked me up into a kneeling position. “No, no, please…no more…” I begged. Instead of being fucked again, though, I found my face shoved into someone’s ass. There I tasted shit. I gagged.

“Clean out our asses, bitch. DO IT!” I felt a jock strap whip me across my bare ass. I screamed and licked all of the shit out and spit it into the drain. Then I felt them pull away and a new asshole was shoved onto my face. I did this for each and every one of them, and then I sucked each and every one of their cocks. Tired, bleeding, and sore, I managed to crawl to a sitting position. They pulled me up and inserted a string of ass beads and a plug.

They put a cock cage on me so that I could not masturbate. “Your semen is ours.” Then they dressed me in a jock strap, jeans, and a t-shirt. I put away their things while they dressed. “Same time tomorrow, bitch. If you are late, we will make you hurt twice as much than today.” With that, they all left. I had gotten into the locker room at 3:15. Practice had ended at four. It was 6:30. I was grounded for a month when I got home, but because of my commitment to the athletic department, I could not quit. When I undressed that night, I looked down at my penis in its steel cage, smiled, and fondled my testicles. I was the football team’s bitch…and I loved it.