Gay Erotic Stories

If you are offended by sexual violence, I suggest you not read this story. This story is based on a true event. However, all actions were between mutually consenting adults.

I met Jimmy through a friend, and we seemed to click really well. Right away I was comfortable talking with him. I wouldn’t have known he was into guys if my friend hadn’t told me. One night he invited me out with a bunch of his roommate’s friends to go drinking. They all knew each other because most of them were on the college football team. Even though they were all pretty well-built, Jimmy was definitely the most attractive with dark hair and a smile that seemed to glow. For a 22 year-old, he had tons of muscle on his 6’2” frame. Even though I worked out a lot, I couldn’t seem to gain much weight, and I had stayed pretty slim and defined. I was only a little shorter than him, and he had told me he liked the way my dark blond hair was always falling over my eyes.

We all chatted and they seemed like really cool people. One at a time the guys found girls and started talking to them until it was just me and Jimmy. His friends all knew he was into guys, and they all seemed to be really cool about it. We finished our pitcher of beer and then started to walk out. As we were leaving, his roommate was also walking out the door -- the two girls he was talking to had just left. They invited me to come and have a beer back at their place. Jimmy told me if I wanted to stay over, that we could cuddle or something. When we got back to the apt, I had a beer with the roommate, but Jimmy said he was too drunk already. His roommate wouldn’t stop chatting, and so eventually Jimmy asked me if I wanted to see his room, so I said yes.

When I walked in, he closed and locked the door, then turned and kissed me. Then he pushed me down on the bed. I laughed a little, but he grabbed me by the head and forced me face down, almost smothering me in his bed. He kept one hand on the back of my neck while he reached around and started pulling open my jeans. He pulled them down as I tried to get his steel grip off my neck and hang onto my pants with the other hand. I was very scared because this sudden violence was so unexpected and didn’t know what to do. I realized that I really didn’t know him very well at all, and already I began to regret my decision to come to his apartment. I felt like I was going to pass out because I couldn’t breathe with him holding my head down into the bed.

Finally, I wiggled my head to the side and begged him to ‘stop, please.’

He tore my underwear, pulling them down to my knees. Then he said, ‘if you want to save you ass, you better give one excellent blowjob.’

I was so afraid of him raping me that I agreed. He loosened up his grip on my neck, but held me by the hair. He pulled his penis out of his jeans. It was very thick, thicker than any I’d ever seen before, and uncut, about 8” long. It looked thicker than my wrists. Precum was dripping down the shaft.

He pulled my head toward it, and slapped me on the face, telling me “Open your fucking mouth faggot!”

I did what he said. I could taste his precum on the shaft, and leaking from his piss slit. His foreskin alone was a mouthful, and my jaw felt like it would break open if his cock was even a tiny bit thicker. He let me do the work for a about a minute, then he started fucking my face. He was very rough, using both hands to hold my head while he’d force his dick all the way down my throat, and then hold it there until I was gagging and choking for air. He did this over and over, like water torture. He would fuck my face til my lips were bruised, and then hold his cock all the way down my throat until I would choke for air and start to panic and thrash around. I would come up coughing and choking and gasping. After a while he pushed me onto my back, straddling me and holding my arms down with his legs. I was totally helpless and I had no way to get away from his monster cock as he tried over and over again to suffocate me with it. I took the deepest breaths I could whenever he gave me the chance, but I still couldn’t breathe. He fucked my face like he was fucking any pussy. Tears were streaming down my face.

He moved positions, into a sort of 69 position and told me to suck on his nuts, and I was so relieved because I knew he couldn’t choke me with them. They were huge and hairy and I almost couldn’t fit both into my mouth at the same time, but I tried, so that he wouldn’t choke me anymore. But, after a minute he pulled them out and forced his rock-hard piece of meat back past my sore lips into my throat. He fucked my face and his heavy sac bounced against my face and in my eyes. I felt him start to push a finger into my ass.

It was two fingers, and without lube they felt like rusty screws. He forced them into me, tearing the skin on my hole, and fucked them in and out while I tried to clench up and get away from them. A few minutes later he pulled off of me, and while I was still gasping, my eyes watery and blurry, he grabbed my leg and flipped me onto my stomach.

I realized what he was going to do and begged for him not to, saying ‘please, you said you wouldn’t if I sucked it…’

He punched me in the back and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head all the way back as he lined his cock up with my hole. I had only had sex 3 times, with one other guy. I wasn’t even totally sure I was gay… and now this guy was going to turn my asshole into a pussy for his personal use. I knew how much it would hurt if he tried to get his dick inside me, and I begged him not to.

“Please, please don’t Please!” I couldn’t believe that he was going to do this to me, after how much I just been through to suck his cock. I felt the burning hot head of his uncut cock pressing into my hole.

“No, seriously, don’t do this! Jimmy, c’mon, don’t…” He bit down on by shoulder and pressed his cock harder against my tight, unlubed hole. I realized that there was no way out of this. “At least, please, put on a condom! Please…”

He slapped me in the face and said, “Of course I'm gonna use a condom, faggot!” He pulled back and I saw him reach into a drawer, while he held me down with the other hand. He was back on top of me in a second. I felt his rubbered dick pushing into my hole…he didn’t use any lube or spit or anything, and it felt like it was tearing me open.

“Ouch! OW, please stop! It hurts… Jimmy please, you’re hurting me, its too much, please slow down. I cant….! Ow Oww Owwww!” I squirmed and tried to get away. I begged him to stop, but he put me in a choke hold from behind, and he growled into my ear:

“Stupid little pussy fuck! Tell me you want my cock you pussyboy fag!”

“Please Jimmy - seriously, it hurts… I can’t! Please stop!” I reached back and tried to push his hips back away from me, to get away from his huge cock tearing into me, but he was too strong and his cock continued to press into my tight little hole. I punched at him as best as I could in this position, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it, and then he punched me in the head, really hard and then again in the neck. I started crying.

He made fun of my crying, saying I really was a pussyboy, and that “Pussyboys are only good for one thing: fucking.” He suddenly, violently slammed the rest of his cock into me, and I yelled... or more like howled. It hurt so much, like more than anything I’ve ever felt. I was begging him to stop, but through the crying and screaming and it didn’t even sound like words coming out of my mouth.

I felt the condom break in my ass, and I told him. He laughed a little and pulled his cock out of me. He took the pieces of the condom and stuffed them into my mouth. He said, “Chew them good, cuz I’m gonna make you clean the cum and blood off my cock when I’m done, and after that, I’m gonna piss in your mouth and if you spilled any I’ll shove a baseball bat up your ass, you little faggot.” He jammed his cock back into my ass hard and fast.

I begged and yelled for him to stop, his dick was all the way in and he was fucking me really hard and I had never ever felt pain like that before. He kept slapping me in the face, and he held me in a choke hold from behind and I could barely breathe most of the time. Over and over again he punched me in the ribs or the back of the neck. He called me a faggot, and told me that if I sucked his dick right, he wouldn’t have had to do this, that it was my own fault.

He said to tell him that I wanted his cock, that I needed his cum inside me. He said, “You’d better beg for it, or else.” When I didn’t say it right away, he spit in my face and punched me hard. He told me to open my mouth when he spit at me, and make sure to lick it up.

Then he made me beg for his cock over and over. He would say, “Beg” and I would have to say, “Please fuck me Jimmy” or “I want your cock inside me.” If I didn’t say it right away, he would punch me again. I said his name and I told him I wanted his cum inside me…. I had to because I was afraid he would hurt me more.

I felt him start to tense up, and I knew he was going to cum up my ass. The broken condom had fallen out of my mouth onto the pillow, and my cheek was pressed up against it, wet and slimy. He stared pounding me harder than ever, yelling, “Take it you dirty slut, take that load,” and I felt him shudder as his balls slapped my ass, and it felt like his cock had gotten even bigger inside my torn ass. His dick was pulsing, and I knew he was shooting sperm deep inside me, filling me up with his cum. Finally, he slowed and then stopped, and lay panting on my back, with his cock still stuffed inside my bleeding ass.

He told me, “Ask nice to clean off my cock.”

I quietly told him, “I want to clean off your big dick please.”

“Good pussy boy,” he said.

He pulled it out of me, and brought it up to my face. It smelled like cum and ass and it was covered in his sperm and some of my blood. I looked up and asked him, “Do I really have to?” He slapped me twice, hard, and pulled me by the hair and wiped his dirty cock on my face. I opened my mouth and he pushed it into me. He made me lick all around the foreskin, and then shoved it in very deep. I felt him reach back and shove 2 or 3 fingers into my torn asshole, now slippery with his cum and loose from his giant cock. He pumped his fingers around and then scooped out as much cum as he could, and made me eat it off of his fingers. He did this a few more times. When I was all done, he sat up and pushed me off the bed. He told me to kneel on the floor by the bed. He pulled my head into his crotch and pushed his dick back into my mouth.

“Remember,” he said, “you spill one drop and your asshole will never close again!”

I shook my head, and started to say ‘no’, but then I felt the first few drops of piss on my tongue. I couldn’t believe that after he had raped and tortured me, he was using me as his personal toilet. My mouth was filling with his piss, mixing with the taste of ass and blood and cum on his cock. I wanted to spit it all out, but he held my head in place.

“Swallow it!” he ordered, “All of it!”

I had no choice, I swallowed his piss, felt it burning down my throat and into my stomach. I choked a little bit, and some dribbled out of my lips and down my face and chest. I tried to hide it so he wouldn’t see, but he did. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, as his stream of piss tapered off, wetting down my face.

“What did I tell you? Stupid little slut isn’t even good for a toilet!” “I tried! I swallowed it all… but it was too much… please don’t…”

I was still kneeling on the floor in front of him. In one swift motion he kicked me in the balls and threw me face down onto the floor. I lay there, writhing, doubled over. He got on top of me again. His cock was semi-hard, and he was pushing it back into my hole, still loosened and sloppy with his cum. He pushed it in as far as it could go, and then I felt a burning sensation deep inside my stomach…. He was pissing in me! Into my ass! It burned like fire. I screamed again. He laughed and put his hand over my mouth while he finished emptying his urine into my ass. When he was done, he got up, leaving me whimpering and in pain on the floor. No one had ever done this to me before. I felt so used and dirty and scared. I wondered if he would ever let me go, or how I would get away. But mostly the pain of my ass being ripped was all I could think about.

He walked to the door, “Don’t move faggot.” When he came back, his big roommate was with him. His roommate staggered over, and started to unzip his jeans.

Jimmy said to me, “You know what to do…”

To be continued…

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