Gay Erotic Stories

Travis and Kent were just 19 and their lives sucked. These guys were going nowhere fast. Maybe the fact that their parents were often too busy for them when they were younger did them an injustice.

Both the guys were slim and smooth. They were very boyish and good looking. They often wished that they were more ruggedly handsome and built like the football players that women may swoon after.

During one of their community service days they began talking about their predicament and how they could exact a little fun and revenge. It seemed like the young Officer Karl who had arrested them, was the primary man on their minds.

They decided to make plans and to study his habits. They soon found out that he often visited a country bar at night on the weekend. After making some plans the boys set to work.

The next night was the bar night. Officer Karl showed up as planned. The boys, disguised with false goatees and moustaches, sat toward the darker corners of the bar. They watched their target. Women seemed to gravitate toward this hunky cop. He had even showed up in his uniform. Maybe that was part of the appeal to the women.

Anyway there was an argument. It seemed like a woman was breaking of with him. He was on the job too much. Good. No woman would get in the way with our plans. The woman left and the officer started drinking a little too much.

When he was leaving the bar we set our plan into action. Travis pretended that his car wouldn't start. It needed a boost. The officer came to assist. When he bent down low and wasn't looking we used chloroform up to his nose. He struggled against it a little but he was a bit too intoxicated.

We dragged him back to our vehicle and took off for a cabin in the woods. It was in our family and often not used. We were worried and frightened and excited at the same time. We had to get there before the effects wore off.

Kent stayed with him in the back seat. He had extra chloroform if the officer started coming through. He was excited having this young muscular cop at his mercy in the backseat. He was everything that they were not. H e was around 6'3", broad shouldered, dark haired, and blue eyed. He had evidence of 5 o'clock shadow on his ruggedly handsome face. Officer Karl had that deep masculine voice of authority. He had a certain kind of dominate, confident, butch demeanor that threatened young thugs.

Kent felt the weight of the officer's body against him. He slid his hand over to explore the sharp whiskers along the face of the officer. He looked at the big hands of the officer. The knuckles had dark hairs on them. He thought about how easy it would be for this big man to beat them to a pulp if he was fully conscience. They had better get to the cabin quickly.

Travis spoke from the driver's seat. He was very excited about their plans. Both Travis and Kent had dated girls, but were secretly gay. They had both lusted after this cop and also wanted to humiliate him like he had done to them.

Once at the cabin the young men set to work. They dragged the cop from the car. He was difficult to move. He was big and muscular. They lay him on the bed and took off his jacket. Then he started to move. They barely had time to secure his wrists with scarves to the bed frame.

Then he started cursing and kicking. It took both of us to grab one foot and secure it. Then we did the same with the other one. The officer was with it now. We were getting scared. We left our disguises on. Then the officer started to negotiate with us.

We thought right, he didn't give us that kind of opportunity when we were caught and served our punishment. He started to realize that he wasn't using the right negotiating strategy. He noticed us eyeing his body. He asked what we planned to do.

We told him that he would not be harmed, but that we wanted to make him suffer torment and humiliation like he had exposed to others. He didn't understand. We told him how officers strip search. He would have to experience what that was like.

He started to get worried. He knew he could not stop us. He negotiated that he be untied so he could remove his clothing. “Not a chance!” we said. “You could easily over power us and get away.”

We started by removing his shoes, size 12, and his socks. We put our noses to smell his feet. The officer stared in horror. He twinged as the breathing against his feet tickled. We were beginning to realize just how much fun we would be having. Both of us had boners. He said “to be careful because he was ticklish. Oh really?” we said as we began to stroke his feet. His sexy voice moaned against his will as he curled his toes and tried to fight off the sensations. After having some fun we offered him a drink. We spilled some on purpose down his shirt. We told him that we would remove it for him. We opened a few buttons and discovered dark, moist, thick hairs on his manly chest. We took some scissors and cut out the arms of the shirt. We played with his hairy places and under his pits. He started to turn red either with anger, embarrassment or in frustration...maybe all three. He was perspiring. We lapped up his manly scent. He was grossed out and tried to pull away, but he was too securely bound. He squirmed and tried not to laugh. He was ticklish and was trying not to show it but was panting ...taking desperate short breaths. He started pleading for us to stop and that he would not report this. This only excited us more.

We cut away the rest of his shirt. He was gorgeous. He was obviously working out. He had dark hair disappearing into his trousers. We ran our fingers through his hair. We even took out a soft brush telling him that he always has to look his best. This was humiliating and ticklish for him. When we stripped his belt he started to buck calling us faggots. We just laughed and asked the macho cop what he was going to do about it. He flexed his muscles and bucked but couldn't get away.

We let him wear himself out for a bit. Then we told him to lie still as we proceeded to cut off his pants. We stared up the legs. He had strong, hairy, muscular calves. We ripped the pants off leaving him in a jock. He had a big bulge, bigger than we had imagined. He threatened for us not to go further; this was only like a dare or challenge which only enticed us further.

We started discussing how we would feel him up some more and discover all his sensitive spots. We asked him for information that would embarrass him the most. We tormented that he would be milked over and over if he did not reveal... how often he masturbated, when he first did a girl...how often he could cum in 3-4 hours.

Every time he didn't answer we started to play with his jock. Finally he got so angry at playing the game. I give he said, “You fagot scum.”

We took of his jock and sniffed it. We took turns playing with his private areas and the rest of his body. Lube came out. Kent played with his sensitive feet and armpits while I lubed up his dick. He groaned and moaned trying not to get a full erection, but it was soon impossible for him. He had too much earlier stimulation.

He was teased and lubed up and down his shaft repeatedly and mercilessly. We figured his ass at the same time. He kept begging for us to stop. Finally he could not hold back anymore. We knew he was ready and coached him on...”Come on now big boy, you can do it...give us a nice show. Give us your man load.” He started spewing all over. He shot over 12 times--even into his chest hair.

We were so horny that both of us shot right after that. He thought it was over, but we decided that he was good for at least 3 more ejaculations. We told him that a video camera was filming the entire ordeal. We took some pictures. We would release these if he attempted to take us in. Then we chloroformed him. We dressed him in a jogging suit and set him on a blanket in a park to wake up. Any comments send to tarzan290@hotmail.com