Gay Erotic Stories

Thirty days in a county lockup had been my sentence. And not a lockup in a suburban county like the one I lived in but in a county back in the hills, where life is a lot rougher than where I came from.

The first five days weren’t so bad, except that I was going stir crazy. They had a room where we could work out on our recreation breaks, but I stopped going there after the first three days because of the looks I was getting from some of the inmates and some of the guards as well. In particular, one hard-ass white trash inmate named Bobby Joe, who was a real ball-busting body builder type and a big black stud of a guard named Maurice kept eyeing me while I was lifting weights and licking their chops and smiling and whispering to each other. This made me quite uncomfortable. I had been known as a pretty boy in high school and had beefed myself up in an effort to thrust aside the looks and propositions I’d gotten there, but such looks took on a whole new meaning here, where I had so little control.

I stopped going to the workout room, but the inaction was making me so jumpy that I volunteered to go out on work details. This proved to be a big mistake.

On my seventh day, my first work detail came up. We were going out to a rural spot to clear brush from the side of a road running through a heavily forested and hilly area. It was with great dismay that when I jumped up into the back of the van, I saw both Bobby Joe and Maurice among those who were going out on the detail.

It was a hot day and the work was hard. We had small saws and machetes and were clearing brush and saplings back some twenty minutes from the road. There were six inmates and three guards. Maurice clearly was in charge and everyone there, including the two other guards, were afraid of him. Everyone, of course, except Bobby Joe, who seemed to be a special friend of Maurice’s. Bobby Joe was probably the best and fastest worker among us. It wasn’t long until he was so heated up that he stripped off his shirt and undershirt and was swinging away, covered with sweat that matted the thick, black hair on his chest and arms into swirls and made his undulating muscles gleam in the sunlight. The other inmates quickly followed suit in stripping down to their waists--all except for me.

“Take off that shirt,” Maurice called out to me in a booming voice. “Can’t you see it’s too hot to work in?”

I pretended that I hadn’t heard him.

“Take off the shirt, I said,” Maurice boomed again.

“I’m okay the way I am,” I answered in the most pleasant voice I could muster. “But thanks, anyway.”

Maurice stomped over to me, and all of the inmates stopped to watch us.

“I said for you to take off that shirt, son, and I meant what I said.”

“Sure thing, Sir,” I said and I stripped my shirt and undershirt off. My eyes flicked over to Bobby Joe, and I could see a wide smile of appreciation on his face.

“And because you didn’t do what I asked, you can go ahead and strip all your other clothes off too and work that way for a while.”

I was dumbfounded. “But, Sir, this is a public road.”

“Good point,” Maurice said with a big smile. “You can go on into the woods there a bit and clear brush over by the picnic area. We’ll see that no one goes in there, but not much of a chance they will. Not many want to picnic next to where a chain gang is working.”

I started to argue, but I could see that this would just get me into more trouble, so I started to move off toward the picnic area.

“No. You can strip here,” Maurice said. “The clothes will still be here when you get back.”

So, I stripped all the way down to my work boots and could see that this gave both Maurice and Bobby Joe a little thrill. I was in very good shape and was better hung than the average.

“Okay, now go on over into the picnic area and start working,” Maurice said. You can’t go there alone, and if a guard goes, that will leave too few guards here, so . . . Bobby Joe, you come on over there with us. The rest of you go back to what you’re doing here.”

“Oh, God,” I thought, as I stumbled off into the brush, trailed by Maurice and Bobby Joe. The very worst situation I could think of.

Maurice and Bobby Joe watched me work for a while, and the first thing I knew they both had their dongs out of their pants and were working them. Bobby Joe had one of those championship dicks in length and Maurice’s was regular sized but was extra thick, and his balls hung low out of his fly.

I tried to make a break for it then and run back to the road, where maybe I could get some help from the other guards. But Bobby Joe lashed out with a hand and caught me as I ran past him and slammed me up against a tree. The blow caused me to sink to my knees, my back to the tree, and Bobby Joe was standing up against me, his pelvis pushed into my face.

“Suck me,” Bobby Joe commanded in a husky voice.

“Maurice,” I called out plaintively, begging for help.

“Maurice ain’t going to help you none, pretty college boy. Open those lips and suck my dick. And don’t do nothin funny while you’re about it.”

He grabbed my hair with one hand and his dick with the other and forced his tool into my mouth. I gagged as he filled my mouth cavity.

“Ain’t done this before, have you pretty boy? Well, you’re going to get real good at it in days to come. Open wider and get your teeth out of the way and your tongue runnin’ under my dick. There, that’s good. Now let it slide in and out. There, yes, like that. Ahhh, such a sweet, soft mouth.”

I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I was having trouble not gagging. His dick was getting bigger and harder as he slowly worked it back and forth in my mouth.

“Now, I’m going to pull out,” Bobby Joe said, “and I want you to suck on the head like a lollipop and to work your tongue around it. Ahh, yes, I like that. You’re going to be a good bitch.”

His dick head was big and the piss hole was leaking precum. It tasted salty. The sweat of his groin was giving off a strong musky smell. These were entirely new sensations for me, and were not all that unpleasant. I admit that when I was being propositioned in high school, I let my imagination play with the possibilities, and I could feel my own tool coming to life under these new sensations. I also admit that being forced took much of the guilt away and was also turning me on.

“There, that’s good,” Bobby was saying after he’d pushed his dick back in and had pumped my mouth for a couple of more minutes. “Stand up.”

I did so, and he pulled away from me a bit. I was trembling there, close to him. He held my head between his hands and came in for a kiss. I struggled with him, holding my lips together hard, straining to create a solid barrier to him, my arms went between us, and I tried to elbow him away from me. He brought his chest in hard against mine and lashed out with one of his hands, backhanding me hard across the mouth. Then he brutally kissed me again, this time working his tongue into my mouth and causing me to gag as his dick had already done. My jaw came unhinged and I just let him have his way.

The next thing I knew, Maurice was next to us and was digging my arms out and swinging them up and around the tree, where he used handcuffs swung over a branch above my head on the other side of the tree to suspend my arms over my head.

Bobby Joe continued his long kiss, as his hands flew over my naked torso and explored my balls and cock, which started to engorge at his touch.

“Whooie!” Bobby Joe exclaimed, as he broke away from my lips and started to wander down my body with his lips. “You’re one fine bitch. Candy, candy. How sweet.”

My lips now free, I started to yell, trying to get help from anywhere it might come. The ever-helpful Maurice whipped a dirty handkerchief and a roll of duct tape out of his pocket and had me quickly gagged.

All I could do was tear up in frustration and make muffled sounds of objection as Bobby Joe tongued and teethed my nipples and continued working his mouth down across my belly and taking possession of my dick, which responded to his attention, and my balls. In no time, he had his strong hands under my thighs and jackknifed my legs up and off the ground and swung my ass up to his waiting lips and tongue.

I was being penetrated and wetted with his tongue, which dug ever deeper, widening and lubricating my hole.

“Ah a really tight ass,” Bobby Joe was saying as he dropped my legs and stood and turned toward Maurice. “We got ourselves a virgin, Maurice. Young meat. Yum, yum. Can I have him? Can I get firsties on a fuck?”

“Yeah, fine,” Maurice answered. “But then you gotta do me, Bobby Joe. I’m dying here. And you gotta go easy with the kid. You’ve got a real club. The damage can’t show when we get back.”

So this was how it was between the two of them.

“Thanks, Maurice. You got a condom and some lube? He’s gotta be open a lot more if I’m goin’ get up in there.”

Maurice, the walking supply closet, produced a small tube of lubricant and a condom in a packet.

“Now, let’s get him turned around and hangin’ on a lower branch,” Bobby Joe said.

The two of them manhandled me while Maurice released the handcuffs and got me turned facing the tree. Then he handcuffed my arms again around the tree on a somewhat lower branch than before. Bobby Joe pulled my legs away from the tree by the hips and his lips went to my asshole again. Maurice slipped up between my legs and hunched in front of me, with his back to the base of the tree. He proceeded to take my cock in his mouth and give me head, while Bobby Joe was lubricating my ass, first with his tongue again and then with his fingers, heavily laced with lubricant. I grunted in pain as he worked first one finger, and eventually three, into my ass, probing ever deeper and opening me up. The pad of a finger found my prostate, and, under the spell of circular rubbings on that, I ejaculated down Maurice’s throat.

Then both Bobby Joe and Maurice rose and stood near me, where I could clearly watch, as Maurice opened the condom packet and rolled a condom onto Bobby Joe’s huge tool. The two of them hugged and kissed deeply and worked each other’s tools until both were fully hard again. Then Maurice stood in front of me, his eyes glued on mine, his hands wrapped around his dick, as Bobby Joe got behind me, pulled my hips back again, positioned his dick head at the entrance of my asshole, and slowly worked the head in. I was screaming in pain and shock behind my gag, and my eyes were tearing up again. Bobby Joe pushed in a couple of more inches and then his hands went to my butt cheeks, encasing them and squeezing them and pulling them apart, giving him as bigger opening. I lifted my hips as best I could and arched my back, trying myself to widen the opening, knowing that all was lost now and no fight was possible. At the same time, a little guilty thrill ran through me. All of that dick was going to be inside me. I was turning this dude on. I was being forced, raped, and none of this was my fault. I was both in control of being the object of his lust and being controlled by a hot stud. All of my “what if” fantasies were being brought to life, and no one could blame me for what was happening.

I gulped for breath, pulling as much air as I could through my nose. Maurice saw that I was in distress and said that he’d pull the gag out if I promised to be quiet. I nodded my head in assent, and he ripped the gag off. My mouth now free, I couldn’t help but grunt and whimper at the four inches of dick pulsating inside me. Bobby Joe was going slow. When he sensed my canal opening to him, he pushed in another couple of inches. Six inches in now, and he went into a slow pump, two inches out and then back in two inches. After a couple of minutes of this, though, he came in another inch when he pushed back in; seven inches up my ass now. I yelped when he did this, and his hands went to my pecs. He stroked my nipples, and I began to tremble and sigh for him, not wanting to do so, but my anger at being violated was being overcome with a new sense of pleasure mixed with the pain. He took his dick in one hand and revolved it in my ass. My ass walls responded by widening to him, and he pushed in another inch. I flinched, but I was managing him now.

“That’s so nice,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to the side of my neck and nuzzled me there. “Don’t you feel it? Don’t you feel yourself opening to me?”

“Yes,” I whimpered softly. “But please, please stop.” But I grunted in vain, as he went in another inch; nine inches now. But of course I didn’t know how far he was in me. All I knew is that I felt totally stuffed and stretched, and my ass walls began to tremble under the strain. I also didn’t know how long that was for any normal person to take until he whispered it to me. “God, I’m almost all the way in, son. Do you know there aren’t many that can take this much of me even after a long time of trying? You’re one sweet bitch.”

I was panting and giving little yelps and grunts with the progress of the last inch he had to give. He had his chest pushed into my back now, and I could feel the wet hairs of his pelt on my shoulder blades. He was giving off a sweaty, musky scent that I found heady. When I felt his curly pubic hairs tickling my butt cheeks, I knew he was in all the way and assumed that this torture was close to the end. But the ordeal had just begun. He started to stroke me deep then, pulling the head of his cock back to where it rubbed across my prostate and then, slowly at first, and then ever quicker, stroking back into me to the hilt.

No more gentleness now, and Bobby Joe himself was no longer in control. Instinct took over, and he went into a primordial fuck, no longer being sensitive to how new I was to this. But by now, my body had adjusted to him, and the pain was tolerable. At length, I felt him tense and the bulb of the condom fill up, and he just more or less collapsed against me.

He and Maurice went over to a picnic table then, and I just watched as Maurice rolled another condom on Bobby Joe’s rising cock and they slowly aroused each other to the point where Bobby Joe laid Maurice on his back on the picnic table and held his legs up and out from his body, as he pumped away inside the guard. Maurice laid there on the picnic table, his arms stretched out and his eyes hooded, swimming in Bobby Joe’s semen, and holding my own eyes, his desire palpable. His thick cock bounced around on his flat belly, maintaining its erection.

When they were done, Maurice handed Bobby Joe a third condom, and this time Bobby Joe rolled it on Maurice’s thick cock. Maurice waltzed back to me and before I had a chance to even figure out what was happening, he lifted my legs off the ground and crouched under me and plunged that big, thick sausage of a cock up into me. My ass walls complained at the new challenge to their capacities, but Maurice was quicker than Bobby Joe had been and couldn’t go nearly as deep. By this time, though, I was too worn out and defeated to struggle.

Bobby Joe and Maurice dressed and I was freed and we returned to the van and the inmate crew, which had worked their way several hundred yards up the road by now. I quickly and silently dressed and just laid there on the ground as the others finished up what they were doing. Only Bobby Joe and Maurice could keep their eyes on me while the van jostled us back to the jail, searing pain jabbing my ass with every jolt in the road. There was no question, though, that the other inmates and guards knew what had happened to me. I still had three weeks to go on my sentence, however, so there was no question that I was going to keep quiet about this.

The next day was a rest day, and I managed to stay in my cell and to rest my body as well as to try to avoid Bobby Joe and the rest of the inmates. The following day, I went out on work detail with an entirely different set of men, and I began to build hope that my rape had been a one-time event and that I’d manage to serve the rest of my time without incident.

But late that night, my hopes were dashed. I was sleeping in the lower bunk of my cell. That morning, the other inmate they’d had in my cell disappeared and he wasn’t replaced. At the time, I’d thought that was a stroke of luck. I was skittish now about being locked up with anyone else. But, of course, luck had had nothing to do with me now being alone in my cell. Deep in the night, I was rudely awakened by two figures grabbing my wrists and spinning me around in my bed and handcuffing my hands to the middle of the inner side of the rails of the bunk above me. Bobby Joe and Maurice were in the cell with me, and Maurice stood beside the closed door as Bobby Joe tore off my clothes and roughly lifted my legs out and above me, with my feet wedged in the springs of the upper bunk. He lifted my hips and plunged his dick inside me and pumped me for several minutes, swinging my body back and forth on his pulsing skewer. Then he stood, and Maurice was inside me, forcing that thick cock in where Bobby Joe had just been. Bobby Joe moved in behind Maurice and fucked him while Maurice was fucking me. After they were done, Bobby Joe kissed me on the mouth and offered to protect me if I’d be his bitch for the rest of the time I was there. I refused, saying I wouldn’t willingly submit to anyone. And Bobby Joe just laughed and said to let him know when I’d changed my mind, while Maurice uncuffed me and let me collapse on my bed.

Two nights after that, I woke as the door to my cell opened. A hulking blond guy loomed in the doorway for a second and then came barreling into the room, as the door clanged shut. I rose off my bed, groggily stumbling into him as he reached me. I threw a punch that went wild, while he connected with my chin with one fist, followed by a blow to my midsection. I reeled around and he got me with a upper cut to the eye. I dropped to the floor of the cell on my belly like a rock, and me was sitting on my back, pulling my shorts down. His arms went around my armpits and neck in a full nelson, and I screamed in pain and surprise as his engorged dick found my asshole and pushed into me. He pumped me there relentlessly, and I tried my best to relax and accommodate him. He pulled me up to my knees and got up on his feet, crouching behind me, and pushed deeper into me.

He was barebacking me, and I had the fleeting thought that I hoped he was clean, as I felt the new sensation of unsheathed cock inside me. He must have been uncut, because his skin seemed loose, and I’m ashamed to say that my ass walls were intrigued by this loose friction. He spun me around and pushed me on my back, and I tried to rise again. He backhanded me across the face and wishboned my legs and pushed in to the hilt of his dick again. His mouth and teeth went to my nipples, and I grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him off me, but he was too strong for me, and the beating he had given me had weakened me. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and he grunted and caught me in the chin again with his fist.

I must have blacked out then, because when I woke, he was under me, the full length of my body running along his, his strong arms wrapped around my chest and his cock still buried in me from the rear. We were hit with a square of light, as the door opened, and another man entered. He was tall and thin and was pulling off his clothes as the door shut. His cock was thin, but it was unusually long, and it was pointed out from his body, hard and ready to go.

He gave me a big grin as he dropped to his knees, pushing my legs out so that his legs were between mine and those of the blond below me. He then lifted and wishboned my legs, and, as I watch in horror as he moved up toward us, his long thin cock pushing into me and along the blond’s cock that was inside me. I was being double fucked. The blond underneath me came to life in pleasure, as he felt the cock sliding in alongside his, and the two of them began to play me like a calliope. The door opened again, and Bobby Joe and Maurice entered, closed it behind them, and watched as I was being double boned.

I passed out again.

The following night, one of the guards took a turn. He pulled me out of my sleep, stripped me down, and handcuffed me to the bars of the window, facing them. He pushed a gag into my mouth, which filled my mouth with a hard, rubber plug. He stripped down to where he was wearing only a studded leather harness, a studded leather cock sheath, and shiny black boots. He was completely hairless, all bullet head, muscle, and bulging cock and balls. He had a leather riding crop at the end of a billy club, and he used both ends on me, first flicking the leather whip across my shoulders, on my back and legs, and against my butt cheeks. And then, when those were red and slightly welted, he invaded my ass with the billy end of the club. The club was replaced with his studded cock, which caused my ass canal walls to scream with dueling pain and pleasure as they rubbed back and forth with his relentless pumping. The studs on his chest harness dragged back and forth on the welts on my back, heightening both my pain and the sensations inside me. He sank his teeth into my shoulders, neck, and back as he fucked me, and he pinched my nipples and raked my chest and belly with sharp fingernails.

When he was finished, spurting semen deep inside me in several thrusting fountains, he ripped off my gag and released my hands, and I just sank to the floor of the cell in sobs of pain as we slipped outside the door. I looked around, as he left, to see that, once again, Bobby Joe and Maurice had observed my ordeal.

For two days after that, I received no visitors. But I also was left alone in my cell, with my meals deliver in a slot at the bottom of the door.

Then on the next night, the door opened, and the biggest and fattest of the guards was standing in the opening. I shrank back into the corner of my bed. The guard moved aside and Bobby Joe entered the room. The door clanged shut behind him. He came over and sat down on the bed beside me.

We just sat there for several moments, staring at each other. And then he spoke. “There’s no need for you to have to go through all this, you know. All you have to do is to say that you’ll be my bitch and the others will leave you alone.”

I just sat there rocking back and forth, not knowing what to say.

“I’m here to fuck you either way,” Bobby Joe said with a slow smile. “I can do it brutally, or we can become lovers for the rest of the time you’re here, and I can make the others leave you alone. Even Maurice.”

I mulled that one over, my arms embracing my chest tightly.

“Ten inches. I’m going to give you ten inches again. You came to like it last time. I could tell. It can be even better than that, or you can keep fighting me, and be visited by friends of mine every night. Which is it to be?”

I let my arms fall beside me in defeat, but I didn’t look up.

“Here, give us a kiss,” he said gently, and he lifted my chin with his hand.

He brought his mouth to mine and gave me a kiss. I didn’t respond.

“You can do better than that,” he said. “I know you can. Should I call Chad in? You know, the one who used you as a punching bag before double fucking you.”

This time when he approached me, I opened my mouth to him in resignation, and we entered into a long, tonguing kiss.

“There. That’s better,” he said. “Here, stand up.”

I rose from the bed and he undressed me and then guided me in undressing him and we stood there, belly to belly, his hands exploring my body and, at his urging, my hands exploring him as well. His cock was already fully engorged and mine was coming to life as well. His mouth went down to my nipples and I arched my back away from him, while he played there with his lips and teeth. He pulled me back up so that we were chest to chest. He wasn’t sweaty now, and his curly chest hair tingled on my smooth skin. His hands went to my butt cheeks, and then a finger of each of his hands entered my asshole and opened me. We rocked back and forth in a close embrace, me panting, as he fingered deeper into me. I melted to him as he found my prostate and brought my cock to life. I was sighing and groaning as he laid me on the bed and then stretched his body along mine, head to toe.

“Follow my lead,” he said. “Do what I’m doing.” Then he took my cock in his mouth and sucked me off. I did the same to him. But I came after several minutes and he was able to hold off. He turned me on my back with him above me, still head to toe, and he then reached down and brought a condom packet and a tube of lube from his pants pocket. He went up on his knees above me. His dong was brushing against my face.

“Here,” he said, as he handed me the condom. “Sheath me with this and then find something else other than my cock to play with while I’m busy down here.”

I got the packet open and was rolling the condom on his cock while he rotated my hips until he could get his lips on my asshole, which he gave considerable attention to with a wet, long tongue. Meanwhile, I sucked on his heavy balls. I lurched as the cold lubricant was spread around on my ass hole, but it quickly warmed as he worked it into me with his fingers.

Then he turned me back around so that my back was nuzzled into his front along the bed. I felt his cock running up the small of my back and felt a guilty pleasure at the thought of all that length inside me. I was laying on my right side, and he lifted my left leg above us and slowly but relentless side split me with that battering ram of his and ran his cock up inside me, reaching for the very core of me. I didn’t fight him but matched my rhythm to his, and the pleasure of this fuck far overshadowed the pain. He turned my head, and we kissed, this time with a far more enthusiastic response from me than I had managed before. He ran his fingers on the hand of the arm that was wrapped around me around a nipple and slowly pumped me off to a second ejaculation with his other hand encasing my cock.

“Ah, that’s my sweet little bitch,” he murmured in my ear after we had ended our kiss. “How much longer are you going to be in here?”

“Two weeks,” I whispered back.

“Sweet,” he said. “By the time you leave here, you are going to be begging for this cock.”

I didn’t believe him yet that night. But by the time my sentence was up, he proved to be right. I was hooked.