Gay Erotic Stories

"Hang on Bill," said Uncle Pat, "You haven't even been invited to stay, and now you're organizing the place and us!"

"Yes I know, and it's very true," said Bill, "but our boy here can't wait for another taste of my stainless steel ring, and I can't wait for another taste of that hot pink velvet ring that he's got there."

I grinned at him and bent down to take my shoes off, and almost before I could reach the shoes, Uncle Pat had his face in my arse crack and his tongue was probing my arse. I loved the feel of it, and his tongue wandered around, in and out of my arsehole, and probing deep into my love tube, hot wet and slippery it was almost as if it was alive, while his beard and moustache teased and tickled and prickled the sensitive skin around my hole, so I was squirming for pleasure and pressd back so he could get deeper. I loved the feeling, and remembered that only two days ago my arse had been so sore and painful after the massive fuck session we had enjoyed after I got home from my parents, but now it was okay but still very sensitive. I loved being rimmed, not just for the sensations it produced in me, but it made me as hot as hell for cock, hard hot cock to fuck me hard. With these two horny men, I guessed I would not be disappointed.

Meanwhile, Bill was holding his great cut cock in my face. It was the first time I had had a real opportunity to see the cut cock (both Uncle Pat and I were uncut), and also to examine the shiny Prince Albert ring. The facets were glinting in the soft light, and I carefully moved it in his piss slit, and was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum sparkling on the end of his cock. I licked it off, less salty than Uncle Pat's and a little sweeter, then I took the head into my mouth, and got my tongue into the ring and moved it around until eventually the heavy ball was trying to enter the slit itself. I could feel Bill wriggling and knew that all was going well. His cock was hardening even more , and as I sucked and licked and loved, Bill told me to get it really wet and slippery as he was going to fuck me and fuck me hard. I allowed my hands to wander up his hairy belly and chest, then found his nipples, also pierced, and played with the rings, pulling and twisting them, then rotating them so he could feel the movement inside the nipples. His cock grew harder and thicker in my mouth, and he told me to stop before he came too soon. He wanted a longer fuck than the last time when he came too soon. His hands were holding my head in place but then he let his hands wander up to my nipples. They had definitely grown, and he was able to pull and twist them sharply, making me feel even hornier.

Right Pat, he said, have you got his arse well lubed up? Uncle Pat assured him that my arse was hot wet and ready for cock, so Bill told him to lie on the bed on his back, his head at the foot of the bed, then I had to climb over him, doggy style, and take his cock in my mouth, while Uncle Pat held my hips, and took my balls into his mouth. He rolled them around, sucking and massaging them with his tongue, and pulling them down, so even if I wanted to cum, he would stop me.

Bill moved behind me and I could feel his cock and the heavy Albert just nudging at the edge of my arse lips. He rammed it home without any warning or any finesse, and started riding me like a madman, his heavy cock pistoning in and out of me fiercely; the heavy ball in the Prince Albert pummeling my prostate, and I could feel the orgasm coming on. I shouted that I was coming, and Uncle Pat pulled down on my balls and the feeling eased. Bill paused and suggested that he wait a moment, coming out of my arse.

Uncle Pat said the view from where he was spectacular, and he wished he had a camcorder, as it was so sexy. He even said that just watching it was enough to make him cum. He went back to gripping my balls, and Bill slammed his cock right back into me, and started fucking me much as Uncle Pat did, with long strokes, powering in and out, and each time the heavy steel ball brutalised my prostate, and soon I was begging to be allowed to cum.

“Feels good, Huh?” said Bill, but Pat pulled on my balls, and Bill just fucked me even harder, grinding his cock around to widen my arse lips and get even more of his straining cock deeper into my love tube. I could feel my arse being stretched more than ever, and loved the full feeling and the thought of being wanted by these two hairy bears. Bill altered technique and started using short jerky thrusts, deep inside me, so the ass ball was working my nut all the time. Bill paused, and said, “Son I want you to know that this is one of the best fucks I've had. Your arse is so sweet and tight, I feel privileged to be here inside you.”

Then he continued fucking me, and Pat hung on to my balls. I was in exquisite agony and ecstasy, and desperate for the release that orgasm would bring, but the more I strained the harder Pat pulled on my balls, and I couldn't shoot my load, “I've got to cum!” I cried.

But Bill replied, “No fucking way son, until I'm ready to cream your sweet arse, so you just enjoy the ride.” He even paused again to give me some relief, but as soon as he started again, I was reaching crisis point. Things were worse because my cock was scraping up and down over Uncle Pat's beard, and the sensitive underside of my cock, usually protected by my foreskin, was being abraded, and adding to my torture. Added to that I was leaking precum all over Uncle Pat's neck and chest, and occasionally, Uncle Pat would rub his rough calloused thumb over my cock lips and have a taste of my precum, but he wouldn't let me have the release I needed.

I couldn't focus on anything except my need for immediate climax, then at last Bill cried out, “Let it go, I'm cumming,” and I could feel the hot juices pulsing into my guts. Uncle Pat let go of my balls and I reared up, shooting and spraying cum all over Pat's hairy chest and belly, my arse muscles spasming in time with my ejaculations and gripping Bill's cock, milking him rhythmically as we rutted in unison.

Uncle Pat was still under my arse, watching the cabaret being performed over him, and as Bill pulsed in and out, some of the juices leaked out and Pat caught them, lapping them up. Eventually the storm of orgasm subsided and Bill eased out of my arse, leaving me feeling empty. “That was the greatest fuck son,” and then I felt Pat's lips and tongue at my arse sucking out the rich harvest that Bill had sown.

“Now it's my turn,” said Uncle Pat. “It's two days since I fucked you son, and I've got time to make up.”

“Just wait a moment, Pat,” said Bill. “I think we have other plans and I'll make sure you enjoy it all”.

And so Bill took over our lovemaking.