Gay Erotic Stories

The hunt began at 6:00 a.m. There were four of the hunted, including Jim and Danny. There was also a muscular, cute college boy, about 20 and a well-built construction worker, about 35. They were out-numbered, by design, by eight wealthy hunters gathered from across the country with one who had come all the way from Germany. Jim and Danny were picked up well before daylight by Rich’s limo. The other two hunted were already in the limo.

“Hey, two more suckers,” the construction worker said as Jim and Danny climbed in the back. “Name’s Jake,” he said, putting out his hand.

“Jim. This is Danny.”

“Christian,” the college boy said.

“Are we all fuckin’ nuts or what?” Jake said.

“I need the money, for tuition,” Christian said.

“Yeah, we need the money, too,” Danny said.

“Well, the money’s good, but I’m in it for the thrill, too. I think I can out-smart these guys,” Jake said. Dawn was breaking by the time they were delivered to a heavily wooded area miles from Columbus. The hunters were already there, checking their guns and gear. The hunted were taken to the side and given instructions.

The rules were simple; try to evade the hunters. They were to be given a twenty-minute head start. At the end of the course, several miles into the woods, there were markers. Each of the hunted had to make it through the course, grab a marker and make his way back, or evade the hunters for three hours. If he made it without being hit there was a two thousand dollar bonus. Get hit, and pay the consequences. The consequences weren’t spelled out but everyone had a pretty good idea what they were. Get hit and you were turned into a sex slave for the hunters. They were also required to strip down to their boots and socks.

The four stripped down and were given pouch loin clothes to put on. Danny was proud that he and his dad were built better than the other two; and proud that they noticed. “Looks like you don’t miss any workouts,” Jake told Danny.

“I used to have a gym membership,” Danny said.

“You keep in shape with work, I can tell,” he said to Jim.

“Yeah, looks like you do, too,” Jake said.

They didn’t remark on each other’s manhood although they all noticed each other. The hunters noticed, though, with lewd smiles and remarks. It was hard not to notice Danny’s pouch protruding under the loin cloth. His dad made a damned good bulge, too. They all did. At the marked time they were turned loose like four animals in the forest. They ran down the slope through the thick stand of trees and were quickly out of sight from the drooling hunters. Christian took off up a hill to the left. Jake ran straight ahead. “We should stick fairly close together,” Jim told Danny. “Keep just enough distance so we can separate and divert them if they get too close.”

Danny knew his dad was only trying to stay close enough to keep an eye out for him. It was one time when he didn’t mind his dad being so protective. He didn’t know what these men were capable of if he got caught. They ran down into a gully for quite a ways till Jim went up the side.

“Let’s get out of the gully; they’re going to be expecting us to follow it,” he said. “You veer off to the left. Stay within hearing distance but keep silent unless you need me.” Danny ran a dozen yards and paused to see if he could hear his dad’s footsteps in the dried leaves. He could; he was too close. He ran a short distance farther till he couldn’t hear anything but his own footsteps but he was within calling distance. His heart raced as he zigzagged through the trees, pausing now and then behind a tree to listen for anyone coming up behind him. The twenty minutes of head start hadn’t passed but he didn’t know if he could trust the hunters to wait their full twenty minutes. Jim decided he was going to try to out-wait them instead of trying to evade them for the allotted time. A hundred yards deeper in the woods, Jim found a huge fallen tree. The heavy branches held the trunk up off the ground and there were leaves and brush and limbs blown up under it. He dug the brush out to create a hiding place then crawled in then pulled the limbs and leaves in around him. It was dark under the tree trunk. If he hadn’t disturbed the brush too much, he wouldn’t be found. He wondered where Danny was. Close, he hoped.

Danny kept running. He couldn’t find anyplace to hide. His only choice was to get to the marker and make his way back. His blood rushed when he heard the yelling of the hunters as they were turned loose on them. If he could find the markers, he would circle around the perimeter, go in behind them and back the way he came. It was so simple that maybe they wouldn’t think of it.

Jim heard the muffled voices of the hunters and fought to lie perfectly still. One slight move would make a rustling sound and he would be found. He was counting on that bonus, and if Danny made it, they could walk away with fourteen thousand dollars, plus tips if the hunters were feeling generous.

Danny made it to the end of the course and found the markers; bright orange flags tacked to a tree. He grabbed one and ran toward the perimeter of the course. He tucked the flag down inside his loin cloth so it wouldn’t be seen. He figured the hunters hadn’t counted on any of them being that smart. A sense of fright surged through him when he heard the rustling of someone moving through the trees close by. Too close. He caught a glimpse of bare muscle and recognized Christian. Danny ran faster to put distance between them. Two would make more noise than one. A bare dozen yards later he heard the pop of a gun and a yelp of pain.

“I got one!” somebody yelled.

“Yeah, a nice, smooth, young buck,” another said.

They were so close though that Danny could hear the normal tone of the second man’s voice. But they’d shot Christian so that would keep their attention for awhile. He slowed to a careful pace, hoping to make less noise as he moved away from them. He felt a safe distance when he heard the faint cry from the direction of the college boy. God, what were they doing to him? When he was a safe distance away from them he broke into a run. Jim jumped at the sound of the paint gun. It was too close for comfort. But the yelp told him that they had hit somebody so that would keep their attention away from him for awhile. He wondered if it was Danny they’d shot. He heard the cries moments later cry and hoped not.

Danny’s heart was thudding in his chest and he was getting winded. He paused behind a big hollow tree to catch his breath, working to keep his breathing silent. Suddenly he heard crackling of leaves under footsteps. They had sneaked up on him! Running would make noise that would give him away. He slipped into the hollow of the tree where it looked like lightning had struck it. He felt safe but he knew it was a false safeness; like a little boy hiding under a blanket and thinking nobody could see him. They were sure to check out something as obvious as a hollow tree.

He held his breath as the footsteps came closer. Probably only one, for there was no talking. He heard the hunter approach the tree and move past it. He was about to let out a quiet sigh of relief when the footsteps stopped. He held his breath till he had to let it out. The footsteps were coming closer again. Closer. Right up to the tree. There was quiet, and then he heard the guy taking a piss on the other side of the tree. He closed his eyes in thanksgiving. He heard the sound of a zipper and the footsteps moved away. Damn, that was close!

Suddenly, the hunter stopped again and Danny heard him coming back. He had no doubt seen the hollow of the tree and it was instinctive to check it out. The next moment Danny found himself staring into the barrel of a paint gun. “Well, well, look what do we have here,” the man said, holding the gun steady at Danny’s chest. Danny felt the life drain out of him. There went the bonus. And now he would face the consequences of being caught. “Step out of the tree,” the man said.

Danny turned sideways and stepped out. The man saw the flag sticking out of his loincloth. “You were on your way back--very impressive. Most guys don’t make it to the markers.”

“For all the good it did me,” Danny said.

“Okay, technically, I’ve gotta shoot you so you’re splattered with paint. But it’s gonna hurt this close up. I’m going to give you a running start to put a little distance between us.”

“Thanks.”

“But don’t plan on getting away. You won’t. I’m a very good shot,” the hunter added. “Take off.”

Danny took off in a sprint, zigzagging back and forth and dodging behind trees. He knew what a deer felt like being stalked and chased. But as long as he wasn’t shot, he wasn’t caught and he still hoped he could evade the hunter. One shot rang out and he wasn’t hit. He heard the man swear. He made it another dozen yards when the second shot rang out. A split second later he felt the sting in his lower back.

“AAHH!” he cried out in pain. It stung like hell. But the pain didn’t last long. He stopped and waited for the hunter to come up and claim his kill. “Good try,” the man said.

“Not good enough,” Danny said. “What do we do now?”

“First, I’ll take the flag,” he said as he reached out and pulled the red flag out of Danny’s loincloth.

“Goddam, you fill that thing out good,” he said.

“It’s a little small on me,” Danny said.

“The hell. I saw you when you were putting it on. Don’t blame the tight fit on the loincloth. You’re hung like a horse.”

“So, what now?” Danny asked again. He didn’t want to sound arrogant but he didn’t want to sound afraid either.

The hunter was taking a rope out of his game pouch. “Well, first we tie you down so you can’t get away.”

“I won’t try to get away,” Danny said.

“Its part of the sport,” the man said with a grin. He looked all around. “Over here’s a good spot.”

Danny followed him several yards through the trees. A good spot for what, he wondered. Surely he wasn’t going to tie him up and leave him. “Lie down on your back, between those two saplings,” the man said. Danny did as he was instructed. The leaves crushed under him and made a rough bed. The man knelt down and tied the rope around his right wrist and pulled his arm straight out and tied the other end to the sapling. Then he secured his left arm.

“You’re not going to tie me down and leave me like this, are you?” Danny asked.

“No, of course not. Why would I leave a good-looking young buck for someone else to claim? No, I’m sticking right here with you.” He unrolled another length of rope and tied it around Danny’s right ankle. He took out his knife and cut the rope and tied the other piece to his left ankle. Then he tossed one end of the rope over a low-hanging limb of another tree and pulled his leg straight up and out.

“I’m not going to get away with just my hands tied,” Danny said.

“It’s not just about you not getting away,” the man said as he tossed the end of the other rope over the limb and pulled his other leg up.

Danny lay spread-eagle with his legs spread out wide, straight up. He didn’t have the courage to ask what all it was about. He was pretty sure. He was more sure when the man started taking off his clothes.

“Have you ever been fucked, kid?” the man asked. “Once or twice.”

“Did you like it?”

“I don’t remember.”

“If you don’t remember, you’re the same as cherry,” the man said with a wide grin. Danny watched as piece by piece of clothing the man bared his body. He was muscular and tan except for a very narrow strip around his hips. His cock hung out about six inches and Danny wondered if it would get any bigger when it was hard. Some guys didn’t, he knew. They just got hard and stayed the same size. “I’m gonna fuck you,” the man declared. “But you came prepared, right? I mean, they told you to prepare yourself for it.”

“Yes. I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do or say to talk you out of it,” Danny said.

“You’re the trophy. You know what they do with hunting trophies. They stuff them.” He laughed softly. “You’re gonna get stuffed with eight inches of thick, hot cock.” He laughed again. “It’ll give you a chance to remember if you like it.”

The guy pulled on the ropes to tighten them and bring Danny’s legs as high as he could. Then he took a tube from his hunting jacket and lubed up his cock, then Danny’s asshole. He stood behind him and was aiming his cock when another hunter came up.

“Damn! You got the young one,” he said.

“Yeah, I was just ready to stuff and mount him,” the other guy said.

“Fuck, what a prize! I don’t think anybody’s still got the construction worker. They got the college stud right off. Lot of good his education did him,” he laughed.

“This young buck had one of the flags when I nailed him,” Danny’s captor said. They were talking about him like he wasn’t there, or like he actually was a young deer or something; not human. The man kept probing at his asshole.

“How about his dad? Has anybody got a good shot at him?”

“Naw, it’s like he vanished in thin air.” The man turned his attention back to Danny, shoving his cock in him.

“Awwhhhhhh!” Danny cried out. “Awwohhhhhhhh!” The man sank his cock in to the hilt, at such angle that it felt like his insides were being dislocated and completely rearranged.

“Aw, fuck, man, you ought feel this. He’s got the tightest, hardest ass I ever had.”

“”How about sharing your kill, then?” the other man said.

“Yeah, you can have a crack at him as soon as I’m done,” the man said, and started fucking him.

The other guy started undressing. He was in good shape, a little hairy but it only made him look super-manly. He didn’t wait his turn at Danny’s ass. He knelt astraddle his head and forced his cock in his mouth. Danny sucked his cock as best he could from the awkward angle. Then the guy turned around and sat on his face.

Jim heard Danny’s outcries but he didn’t move. Then there were only loud moans and he figured he was okay. It was terrible, having to lie there perfectly still under the log and hear his son cry out with pain. But it would be futile to crawl out of his hiding place and charge them like a bull. He would be splattered with pain balls, and there would go the rest of their bonus. Danny had already forfeited his two thousand dollar bonus. Besides, Jim had a plan.

He let enough time pass so the men would be fully engrossed in enjoying their kill then clawed the leaves away from his face. He could see Danny on a gentle slope some distance away, drawn and quartered and being fucked brutally while another guy sat on his face. But he was taking it like a man. Jim exposed himself little by little and crawled out from under the log. He crouched down as he looked all around, then took off through the woods. If they heard him, at least he had a head start; they would have to get their clothes and their guns. He was surprised that he was so close to the flags. He snatched one off its post and stuffed it in his loin cloth and circled back. There were at least three of the hunters occupied; two with Danny, and the college kid had been hit. There might be another guy with the college kid, sharing him like they were sharing Danny. If the construction worker hadn’t been shot, that meant there were still four hunters out there looking for naked meat on the hoof. Jim moved from one tree or log to another, then crouched down to wait and listen. When there was no sound he headed for the next position. After a half hour or so he was within sight of the starting point. There were four guys standing around; the organizer, with two of the hunters, and the naked construction worker all talking and laughing. Apparently he had made it back unharmed. Jim gauged the distance and the situation carefully. He decided to seek cover along the fence line where he could crawl in the brush if they looked around. And the fence extended well past where the men were standing. He heard an outcry from the woods and froze. He couldn’t tell if it was Danny and he listened for another cry. It came, but it wasn’t Danny. It was the college kid. He wondered what they were doing to him. Finally, he was parallel with the group, well hidden in the brush. When it was safe to move again he rose up from his crouch and moved another eight or ten yards. That’s when somebody spotted him.

“Hey, there’s the other guy…the young kid’s dad!” one of the hunters exclaimed as he jerked his gun off his shoulder. But the organizer stopped him.

“Sorry, he’s in the safe zone. In fact, he’s well past it. He’s home free,” the organizer said. He waved to Jim. “It’s okay to come on in. You’re home free!” he called out to him.

Jim walked down the slope and back up the other side to where the men were gathered around. He saw the way they watched him, especially the two hunters, but also the construction worker. He pulled the flag out of his loin cloth and handed it to the organizer. “Here, I guess you want this.”

“No, you can keep it as a souvenir.”

“Congratulations,” the construction worker said as he and Jim shook hands. Jim noticed again how the man looked him up and down, his eyes lingering on his manhood.

“Where the hell did you vanish to?” the hunter asked. “I’ve never had anybody disappear on me like that.”

“The old marine survival skills kicked in,” Jim said.

“You are both to be congratulated,” the hunter said. “It’s always the hardest to bag the old bucks.”

Jim glanced at his watch. “They’ve got both of the boys. How much longer are they going to be out there?” he asked.

The organizer looked at his watch. “They’ve got about another hour to enjoy their kill,” he said.

“Another hour!”

The organizer held up his hand. “Hey, you need to forget he’s your son out there. They’re not going to hurt him, beyond the normal course of events.” He held a beer out to him. Jim took the beer and they waited. Every once in awhile, there was a yowl or a cry from deep in the woods but then it was quiet again. He wondered how man times they would fuck Danny. He was glad that the other hunters weren’t out there sharing in the kill.

“Well, you two have earned your bonuses,” the organizer said.

“And our respect, along with a nice tip,” one of the hunters said.

“You could earn an even larger tip from me,” the other hunter said with a smile. “How’s that?” the construction worker asked.

“Well, we can go put the jump seats down in the limo and have plenty of room to stretch out…see what develops.”

“Oh, you wanta do what you didn’t get to do because I made it back,” the construction worker said.

“Precisely. Except you call the shots instead of me.”

The other hunter looked at Jim. “I do it for a living, and not just for the tips,” Jim told him as nicely as he could. “Fair enough. I had a thousand dollars in mind for a tip. I could be persuaded to cough up five thousand with some action that you denied me with your survival skills.”

“For the remainder of the hour, till they’re done in the woods,” Jim said, nodding toward the limo. That was thirteen thousand that he’d made on his own. Plus five thousand that Danny would make, plus his tips. It was going to be a good day for the old bank account. “Do you mind if we make it a foursome?” the other hunter asked.

“No, not at all.”

The two hunters went to get undressed. Jim and the construction worker lingered around the limo, already naked, and waited on them. “My name’s Brady,” he said, putting out his hand. “Thanks for jacking my bonus up for me back there.”

“You look like you’re worth it,” Jim said.

“You’re definitely worth it,” Brady said. “Hey, do you really do it for a living? Have sex with guys, I mean?”

“Yeah.”

“And your son, too?”

“Yeah, we work together.”

“Fuck, how old is he? He doesn’t look eighteen in the face.”

“It’s not his face they’re interested in,” Jim said.

The man shifted his weight, his big cock dangling loosely over his balls. “Look, I’m straight, but all this has got my curiosity so churned up…”

“You’re going to have your curiosity satisfied in the limo in a minute,” Jim cut in.

“What’re they going to want to do?” Brady asked. “I mean, I know they’re all gay so they’re going to want to suck our cocks, but what else?”

“Man, they’re not really going to fuck us,” the man said. “I don’t think I could handle it. That’s how I got through the course…gut fear of having my ass reamed.”

“Well, you don’t have to now, but I don’t know how it’ll affect your bonus.”

“Are you going to let them fuck you?”

“Not them. Just the one guy,” Jim said.

“You’re really going to let him fuck you in the ass?”

“Yeah. It’s not all that bad once you’ve done it a few times. In face, you can’t help yourself, it starts feeling good. You just have to decide…and pretty quick…if a little pain is worth five grand.”

“Fuck, man, I’ve been shot in the chest, and stabbed in the leg…it couldn’t be any worse than that,” Brady said.

“Exactly, this pain is going to be mostly in your head, and its short-lived,” Jim told him. The two men opened the door on the other side of the limo and beckoned the two men inside. They didn’t waste any time. Jim didn’t know for certain whether Brady had ever had sex with a guy before but he was moaning and yelling and carrying on something awful when the hunter started sucking his cock. An hour later, Brady and Jim crawled out of the limo. Brady stumbled and Jim grabbed his arm to steady him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, but I think I’m going to be walking funny for a day or two.”

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jim said.

“Naw, hell the guy wasn’t built very big. Felt like I had the doctor’s finger in my ass. I would sure hate to have that horse cock of yours buried in my ass.”

“Damn, and I was looking forward to it,” Jim joked. Jim looked at his watch as they walked up to the organizer.

“Where’re the great white hunters?”

“Recuperating,” Jim said.

The organizer looked down at Jim’s fluffed up cock. “Yeah, I can see why they would have to.”

Jim looked at his watch again then looked toward the woods.

“They’re coming out,” the organizer said.

“Does that mean we can get dressed?” Brady asked.

“Yeah. Unless you want to make yourself available to any of the other hunters,” he said. Brady hesitated till he saw Jim go for his clothes. Jim watched for them to come out of the woods. It seemed to take a long time for them to come into sight but it was a great relief when they did. Danny seemed okay, laughing and talking with the two hunters. “Your boy seems okay,” the organizer said.

The college boy came out in the tow with four hunters. “I’m surprised he can still walk,” the man said. Jim could tell that Danny was none the worse for wear except for the blotches of paint on his body. The organizer cleaned the paint off of both of the boys and they got dressed. Then it was time to settle up. The organizer counted out five thousand dollars in fifties and hundreds to Danny and the college boy and seven thousand to Jim and Brady.

“Gentlemen, you can settle your tips,” he told the hunters.

The two hunters each gave Danny a thousand dollars. Danny watched in awe as one of the hunters counted out another five thousand dollars in his dad’s hand. Then the hunters walked back to their limo and the hunted to theirs. When they were on their way back, the organizer asked, “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah,” they all replied.

“Is anyone interested in doing this again?” he asked.

“Yeah,” they all replied, except the college boy.

“I’ll have to think about it,” he said.

Jim and Danny were let off first. They stood and watched the limo drive off. “That was an experience I’ll never forget,” Danny said.

“Did they hurt you?”

“No more than it had to,” he said. “I handled it dad. I couldn’t do otherwise with that kind of money on the line. We ended up with, what…I got seven grand, you got seven plus another five. That’s nineteen thousand dollars!”

“Yeah, it’s gonna fatten up the bank account real nice,” Jim said.

They didn’t wait till they had all the money to buy a house. Jim wanted to get his family out of the neighborhood and just as soon as he got a good, full time job, himself and his son out of the business of selling their bodies. He made up a story that Danny corroborated, that he had won a small lottery which was enough to make a good down payment on a house. So they went looking. They settled on a big two-story house in a nice suburb of Columbus with god schools. Danny had never seen his mother so happy as when she went through the house, and later when they had to buy all new furniture and appliances. It erased all guilt and made him know that what he had done with his dad was right. Jim found a job as a warehouse manager for a food distribution company. He was allowed to hire Danny as well. Danny settled into school in the fall and tried out and made the football team, and kept a few hours at the warehouse. He met a girl, Jodi, and made new friends. But there was something missing. It gnawed at him like a monster eating at the nothingness of his insides.