Gay Erotic Stories

At least I could see straight again. I started feeling a little nauseated. Reality was setting in. I had just let a guy suck me off. Oh my god, what had I done? Now here he was caressing my face and telling me it was okay. Was it okay? No! It felt wrong! I still felt like it was wrong. The more I thought about it the more nauseated I became. It felt so good though. It didn't add up in my head. Mike caressed my face again.

"It's okay, Shy," he said. He sat up and I could see that he was naked. I had forgotten that he took off his trunks before he went down on me. He started to rub my chest. I turned my head to watch his hands. That was the first time I can remember being able to move again. I tried my arms and hands, but they felt impossibly heavy now. He rubbed my chest, feeling my pecs and my abs. Then he started to lick my body. I could feel his teeth on my nipples--a sensation I can't even begin to put to words. It was electric! Why hadn't Shelley ever done this to me before? Oh shit! He left my nipples wet with his saliva. The light breeze seemed like a cold winter's gale against my nipples, causing them to stiffen. He sucked on my abs and I was in disbelief. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop. Part of me never wanted this to end.

He continued bathing me with his tongue until he came to my cock. It was ready for more attention and started to wake up again. He looked at me and smiled as he skipped over my cock and started on the inside of my leg. He set my feet on the bed so that my legs were bent at the knee and spread. I thought he was about to bathe my nuts now. He licked them briefly and then went straight for my asshole. His tongue was magic! Anywhere that tongue licked felt amazing. I couldn't think of anything else except how much I loved what he was doing to my asshole. Ohhh... he licked my hot flesh, teasing my quivering muscle into ecstasy. Then I felt his tongue go inside of me. My whole body wanted to spasm from the sensation. His tongue darted in and out of me sending me into a place I'd never been before. I could hear some whore in the apartment next door moaning and enjoying whatever it was she was riding. I was getting more turned on listening to that when I realized it wasn't the whore next door. It was me! I was groaning like some cheap slut because of what Mike was doing to me.

"Mike, you gotta' stop this, man. It's not right," I pleaded with him. He paused for a second to look up at me. He looked at my fully-erect cock and smiled at me.

"It looks like you're enjoying this to me," he said. He licked his finger as if he was going to start blowing it too. Then he put his finger at my asshole. He lightly touched it, and I could feel myself squeeze. He smiled again as he began pushing his finger into me.

"Ohh... Ow!" I guess he didn't wet his finger enough. It felt dry as he pushed it deeper. "Mike, stop! That hurts!" But he didn't stop. It seemed like he hadn't even heard me. He kept pushing his finger deeper inside of me. I thought he must have the longest fingers in the world until I felt his knuckle resting against my butt.

"That's no good, Shy. You're way too tight. Relax!" he started to pull his finger out of me slowly.

"Mike. Stop!" I pleaded with him. He shoved his finger back inside of me, quicker this time. I screamed and felt myself tense up. He pulled his finger out again and shoved it in again harder. He pulled it out and looked at me. I had closed my eyes, tears welling up again. I wanted to stop him, but I was powerless. My only hope was to squeeze tight and not let him have what he wanted from me.

"Shy, you can't stop me. If you keep this up, it's just going to hurt more," for the first time since he started touching me, I could hear a genuine concern for me.

"Fuck you! Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled at him. I gathered all the strength I had and could feel my legs starting to move. Mike just grabbed my legs and put them right back where he wanted them.

"Alright then, have it your way," he said. He sounded depressed by what he was about to do. It intrigued me until I saw him grin. It was sinister the look he gave me. I wanted to run away, to get away from this crazy fuck. I shut my eyes and concentrated on keeping my asshole tightly shut. I could feel Mike putting two fingers at the hole. He started to push. I squeezed. He pushed harder. I squeezed tighter, gritting my teeth with the effort. My legs began to move closer together, as if trying to close off access to my hole too, but there wasn't anywhere near enough strength to stop him. He jabbed his fingers against my asshole. I felt a pain like someone had just sliced my asshole open. His nails had scratched me. Two fingers drove their way into me. I held my breath as they dove deeper. I fully expected his fingers to come out my mouth until I felt his knuckles against my butt again.

"Stop it! Get the fuck off me, Mike!" My anger was fading. It was turning into genuine fear. I was powerless to stop him. I had to find a way to stop him! "Just stop now, Mike. Nobody has to know about his. Think about what will happen, man. You'll be put in jail. Criminal record and all that shit." There, I thought that was good. He paused and looked at me. His smirk was gone. He studied me, as if considering me in a new light. He pulled his fingers out and I began to feel relieved. Maybe he had finally come to his senses.

I was about to thank him for stopping when he shoved his fingers right back in my ass. With my mouth open to speak, the words fled and a scream came out instead.

"You can tell whoever the fuck you want. You can tell them about how I made you cum. You can tell them about how I fingered you like the pussy that you are," he pulled his fingers out again. "Be sure and tell them how I fucked you and made you scream too. Shelley will love hearing what a fag her hot, track-star boyfriend is."

I was crushed. I was terrified. I didn't want to tell anyone about this; ever. No one needed to know about this. Oh god, no one needed to know. He could see it in my face. I wasn't going to tell anyone. He'd called my bluff.

I laid there as his words sank in. He was going to fuck me now. Oh shit. I didn't think it was possible. He could barely get a finger in there, much less his cock. I hadn't seen it erect before. For such a little guy, he carried a big piece. A fat pecker, if ever I saw one, and long too. Impossible! There's no way that could get in there. I began to hope that his girth and my tightness would be enough to save me.

He got off the bed and left the room for a few minutes. I looked around. I tried to move my legs. They were moving easier this time. I slid them to the side of the bed and could feel gravity pulling them down. My arms came to the side and I found myself sitting up. I didn't feel like I had strength to do anything, but here I was, sitting up. I tried to stand. I was wobbly, but I managed to get on my feet. I was about to try walking towards the window to scream for help when Mike came back in.

"Whoa!" he sounded surprised. "That shit was supposed to last for another hour or so!" He threw a bottle of something on the bed and came right towards me. I put my hands up to try and fend him off. He pushed me back on the bed as if I were some weak child to him. I rolled over and started to scoot back away from him. He got on the bed and grabbed my ankles. I started to try and kick him away with whatever strength I had. He pulled me towards him, still holding me by my ankles. I was close enough to him now that his cock was resting on mine. I tried to kick him one last time. He spread my legs wide and kneeled between them. He reached to his side and picked up the bottle. He squeezed some of it out and rubbed on his dick. It was hard and looked like it was getting bigger.

"No, Mike. No!" I froze. I was desperate to try and stop him. I felt him rub his cock against my asshole, teasing me. "Don't, Mike. Don't do it. I'm not gay." I put my hands up to push him away. He grabbed my wrists and held them tightly. He folded my arms over my chest and held them there. I could feel the warmth of his cock against my hole. His precum and the lube starting to drip on it. Then, he started to push.

"Ahhh!" I tensed up and squeezed as hard as I could. "Ow!" It wasn't hard enough. The lube was making his dick slick enough to slip past my defenses. He was stretching my asshole wide! "OWWW!!! Mike, NO!!!" I was turning red from trying to squeeze shut. I started to sweat from the effort. "AHHH... OOWWW!" He wasn't in me yet, but my hole was getting stretched wider than I could imagine. I swallowed hard and remembered to breathe. That's when I heard a popping sound. "UGH!! AHHH! OWWWW!!!" I screamed as the head of his fat cock popped into me. It hurt like nothing I had ever experienced before! My face was turning purple now, sweat was pouring from my body as I struggled to resist him with everything I had left. I clenched down again. Inside of me, I could feel his cock head. Where the rest of his cock was, I felt a searing pain as if just trying to tighten up was killing me.

"No, Mike. Take it out! It hurts! It's too big! I... I can't" I was babbling now. I had to get him out. It hurt. He stayed right where he was. Not pushing deeper or pulling out. I was begging him to stop. "Mike, OWW! Stop, please!"

"Relax, man," he tried to calm me down. Suddenly, I felt like Mike's cock was just another log in my ass. So I tried to shit his dick out of my ass. I gritted my teeth and pushed out as hard as I could. It felt like his cock was getting out so I started pushing harder. That's when I felt him lunge. His cock crawled deeper inside of me. Deeper. Deeper.

"OOOWWWWW! NOOOO!!!! STOOPPP!!!! UGGHHH... AHHHH!!! MIKE STOP IT!!!" I cried as he shoved his dick all the way inside of me. Then he rested again. I felt myself getting dizzy. It felt like someone had just shoved liquid fire in my ass! My body was writhing. My arms struggled to get free. My legs tried to squeeze together. I thought I was going crazy from the pain I was feeling. I felt a stream of incoherent babbling pouring from my mouth.

"Holy shit! Shy, I didn't think you'd be able to take it all the first time," he said. He was proud of me and I couldn't see anything to be proud of. I was scared, I was in pain, and I was at his mercy. He stayed there for what felt like forever. The pain was receding slightly. Then he started to pull out slowly. The pain came right back. My body tensed, unintentionally sucking his cock right back into me. He went with it. He tried to pull out again, more forcefully this time. Then he rammed his dick inside of me. My throat hurt from screaming by this point, so I could only whimper and wince at the pain I felt. He seemed to push deeper into me and the pain seemed to go away. After a while, it didn't hurt as much as it did at first, though I felt really sore. Mike kept fucking me slowly. Then he shoved his dick deep in me and I felt him twist inside of me.

"Oh my god," I whimpered. He did again. "Ohh..." and again "oh shit!"

"You like that, Shy?" he hit it again. I bit my lip. He hit it again. How was this possible? He hit the magic button again and I could feel my body tingle with a new sensation. I didn't care about anything. He started to fuck me slow. I felt his dick slide slowly inside of me as it rubbed against my prostate. I felt full as he coaxed his dick back and forth, teasing my prostate. I wanted him to touch that magic spot, to make me feel good. He knew it. He would pull all the way and ram almost all the way in. It hurt. It felt good. I wanted him deeper in me.

"Oh fuck." I moaned. "Yes." His dick shoved deep inside of me. "Ahhh..." I bit my lip tasting blood. Mike let go of my arms and held me as he fucked me. I wrapped my arms around him as I felt him diving deeper and deeper. I was in a world that held only the highest degree of pleasure. I felt his lips on mine, his hot wet tongue exploring this part of me too. I felt his cock begin to swell deep inside of me as Mike sped up his pace. He hit my prostate quicker, faster. I knew I was going to cum again. He hit me one last time and I screamed as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

My butt squeezed as I came, convulsing as I shot one burst of cum after another all over our chests and stomachs. It was enough to send Mike over the edge. He grunted and roared as he came; a wild beast that I never knew was inside of him. As hot as I was, I could feel his hot seed filling me up. Inside, I cherished each drop, the strange sensation of it clinging as tightly to me as I was to him. He pulled his dick out of me and got off of the bed. His dick was covered with shit and blood and sperm. I was still coming back to earth. I felt cold, so empty. I didn't realize how good it felt to have Mike inside of me. I wanted him again. I needed him again.

Mike smiled at me, seeing the desire in my eyes. "Come on, Shy. Let's get you cleaned up." He came over to me and touched my asshole. I winced. It was still sore and hurt a little bit. He smiled again as he scooped me up in his arms. I was his now. I didn't know what else he had planned for me as he carried me into the shower, but I couldn't wait to find out.