Gay Erotic Stories

They were drinking and sharing fantasies and dares. Some dares were crazy and dangerous. Frank wouldn't do such a dare that could mean dropping from a height if he wasn't careful. The punishment was to be tickle tortured for a full 15 minutes.

Each of the guys has talked about how erotic and helpless you would feel to be tickled while totally naked. Also each guy was afraid to be the one to have it done to. They were curious about doing this to another guy. This was a good excuse for them to do it to their buddy who failed the dare test.

Both of them started to strip Frank's shirt and shoes off as he struggled, sometimes laughed but mostly let out screams. Suddenly there was a shot fired in the air. It was a park Ranger. He must have thought that we were going to rape Frank or something. He set down the gun and marches over to us cursing that that was no way to treat a buddy.

Jason was cocky and had been drinking. He let go of Frank so Frank ran off a bit behind a tree. Jason charged at the ranger to get him off balance. The ranger was too powerful. He wrestled Jason to the ground in a head lock. Jason tore at the ranger’s shirt during the wrestling match. It came wide open as the buttons popped off revealing his well muscled chest. It was covered in a mass of dark wiry hair.

The ranger was in his late twenties, 6' 2", dark haired, dark whiskers, a blue eyed hunk. The ranger locked his muscled arm around Jason’s head in a a headlock forcing Jason's face into his hairy exposed underarms.

Just then the rifle fired again. It was Greg. He to had been drinking and was bound to rescue his friend. He ordered the ranger to let go of his buddy. He ordered the ranger to raise his hands above his head. The ranger was angry and cursed and told the punks that they had better get out of here before they are reported.

Greg told him that they were only having a little fun. The ranger said it sounded queer ... what they wee doing which made Greg mad. “What’s wrong with a little queer fun?” he stated. The ranger asked the whereabouts of the abused guy... At the same time Greg demanded that his hands remained in the air.

He said to the ranger that what they were doing was innocent fun. Don't knock it until you tried it. He ordered the ranger to then remove his ripped shirt. The ranger questioned why, but a warning shot hit a bottle that was five feet from where he stood. He removed his shirt and slowly set it on the ground.

Greg and Jason thought holy shit. This tough guy has a well muscled body and six-pack. He was every women's or gay men's dream. He was under their control. Greg was getting nervous and hesitated what to do next. Jason quickly asked you won't report us will you? The ranger said, “Not if you let me go now.”

Jason said, “We will first tie your hands together so we can get away.” He quickly tied his hands and looped the rope up onto a branch from a tree. He said it wasn't too tight so the ranger would eventually get free.

They looked at the ranger standing there with his arms up above him. His hairy armpits were exposed for the tickling they talked about. They told the ranger that he was to experience the harmless fun that they were doing. He cursed and told the guys off .This only made it more of a challenge to the guys.

Well Greg held the ranger's body; Jason ran his fingers tickling down the length of the ranger's inner arms. He swirled his fingers into the arm pit hair. This mad the ranger flinch and grit this teeth and moan. Greg took his free hand and moved it in tickling circles around the ranger’s abs. He tried desperately not to laugh, but he couldn't contain himself and cursed us. He struggled.

We were afraid that he might break lose. We called Frank to come back out and to join in the fun. The ranger’s eyes grew wide. The punk that he tried to save was approaching him to get in on the fun. Frank complimented the ranger on his muscles aan asked how often he worked out. The other guys continued to tickle. Frank felt over the muscled arms and along the ranger's back.

The guys started to question the ranger about having a girlfriend or how often he had to shave and when he first started growing chest hair. They told him if he didn't answer they would start tickling his feet. He told them it was none of their business, but started to regret this as Frank removed the ranger's work boots.

He kicked out and struggled as the other two got him in a hold. They mocked him. They told him that he was a good wrestler and a brave hero, but let's see how much tickling he can take to the feet.

The guys commented that his feet were rather large. They caressed to tops and along the ankles. They lifted the feet running their tips of the fingers against the soles. His toes curled as he moaned and twisted. He frequently yelled out in his man-like tones for them to stop. Jason held his toes back as Frank tickled the undersides of the exposed toes. I think the ranger almost lost it then.

Greg stated that he liked the dark black hairs on the toes. It gave him a primitive look. They asked him if he trimmed the hair down his neck and lower legs. It looked like a straight line where it met smooth skin.

The ranger was bouncing with the tickling touch barely able to stand it. He struggled and cursed again a s we undid his belt. Frank thought we shouldn't strip off his pants. We had our fun and should leave. Greg was determined too see if big feet meant a big cock.

Jason said they only wanted to look and see. Eventually they agreed to pull off his pants as the ranger cursed and called them faggots. The guys continued to stroke his inner legs. The more he cursed, the move the moved toward the legs seams of his underwear.

Sometimes while they tickled, one of them would rip a little at the elastic of the briefs. Jason commented on his package trying to get out playing. Frank said that he could see the dark hair through the briefs. This ranger was very sexy. Greg said enough playing and ripped them off.

The ranger could do nothing but await his fate and hope it would soon be over. The guys took turns tickling while one of them was continually stroking his shaft. He was in constant torment and sensory overload. His penis was growing regardless of any fear he must be under. It was larger then the punks who possessed him.

They kept saying, “Mr. Dude Man what a big hunk of cock. How much spunk can you deliver? Oh let's find out.”

The ranger was shaking in delirium. He was spent by the constant stimulation. We knew he would blow his load at any moment. Frank played around the rim of the penis head. He stroked along the base along the pumped vein that carries the semen. Large veins expanded the penis to an incredible length and width.

Jason explored the ranger's hairy underside between the testicles and the anus. Occasionally he stuck in a finger to explore his prostate. Greg continued to stroke and tickle the armpits and told the ranger that he would soon cum. He told the ranger that he could sense it. He told the ranger that if he didn't fight it and released a big load that they could stop the tickling torment.

The ranger swelled up for the biggest orgasm of his life. He spurted everywhere. There was nothing he could do to stop it. The guys applauded the performance. They untied him. He was too tired to fight anymore. They even asked if he needed help getting back. They helped dress the ranger. he accepted to touches and feels as he got his clothes back on. The guys asked if they would be reported, but the ranger said he would be too embarrassed to file the complaint. Maybe each of the guys would have to accept another private punishment that he could only deliver.