Gay Erotic Stories

I was coming up to 20 years of age and still hadn't experienced sex apart from my own hand. My friends all seemed to be pulling girls regularly and I was getting tired of being the butt of jokes amongst them for never having got anywhere near to having sex with a girl. Most of the guys I hung out with were from school days and I had known them for years but I felt like I was being left behind somehow and the longer it went on, the harder it seemed to succeed in having sex with a girl. Gary was by far the most successful at pulling girls - He was built like a brick shit house, with muscles on his arms that were as big as most guys' thighs. He was black and had a wicked sense of humour, he seemed to have everything. One night we were all out for drinks in a pub and I found myself sitting next to Gary. "So, Jason. When are you going to finally have sex with a girl? Anytime soon?". He laughed and so did I but I was forcing a smile because it was really getting to me that I could never pull a girl and I just wanted to go home. Gary must have spotted the look on my face, despite the false smile, saying "Hey, don't take it to heart, matey. It will happen when it's meant to". He smiled and his words and smile cheered me up. I slurped my beer and said "Thanks Gary. I know everyone thinks it's hilarious but I am so tired of the jokes". Gary patted my back and said "You just need some advice and not from this bunch of arseholes. Drink up and we'll go back to my place for a chat - I want to help you". I felt lifted by his offer to help and appreciated one of my friends actually taking an interest in helping me, rather than just taking the piss out of me, so I said "That would be cool, thank you". Gary stood up and said "Great. Drink up and let's go then". The walk to Gary's flat was only about 10 minutes and so we made our way to his place, both of us slightly worse for wear thanks to several pints of beer. As we entered Gary's flat he said "Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I will get a bottle of rum that I have been saving for a while. We can have a drink as we talk about how to help you get sexually active, Jason". He smiled and so did I. Although I wasn't sure what he could do to help, it was great to have the chance to chat to a mate about it and not be laughed at. Gary came back after about 5 minutes with two glasses and a bottle of Jamaican rum in his hand. He sat down and poured us each a large glass and then handed one to me. "Here you go, Jason. Take a large slug of rum and then we can work out what to do". I took the glass and thanked him then took a large swig of the rum. "Wow! That's strong stuff, Gary!" I said as the rum slipped down my throat, slightly burning. Gary smiled and leant back as he took a drink as well. "Just relax and enjoy it, Jason". Very soon we had both finished our drinks and Gary poured two more drinks for us. "So, Jason. Tell me - What is the problem? Why can you never get a girl?". I got embarrassed at such a direct question and stuttered to answer but Gary interrupted me. "Do you think it's a confidence thing or maybe girls aren't your thing, Jason?". I almost choked on my drink. "What do you mean, Gary? Are you saying that I am queer? Is that what all the guys are saying about me now?". I was furious and feeling very embarrassed. Gary gently raised his arm. "Calm down, Jason. Nobody is saying that, I am just trying to work out what is stopping you from doing what us guys are doing. If you’re queer it’s ok”. I was stuck for an answer and stood up. I just wanted to leave but Gary’s arm pushed me back down onto the couch and I fell. “Calm down and sit down, Jason. We need to deal with this and I am trying to help so stop the dramatics and just talk to me”. I felt humiliated, being pushed back onto the couch when I wanted to leave and told what to do. “Gary, you might be trying to help but pushing me around and telling me what to do is not going to help”. Gary smiled. “Really? Is that what you think? I disagree, Jason. Being pushed around and told what to do is exactly what you need if you are ever going to become sexually active because you are not doing very well so far, are you?”. He laughed. I was feeling stupid for thinking that Gary wanted to help me and was kicking myself for not realising it was just another way of making fun of me, even if it wasn’t in front of everyone. I stood up again, this time without any interference from Gary. “I am going home now. Thanks for the rum and I hope you had a good time” I said, sarcastically. Gary didn’t move as he spoke, his voice louder than usual and deeper “Sit back down!” I looked at him in surprise and was about to speak but he beat me to it. “I said sit back down, bitch! Do it and don’t make me force you back on to the couch!”. I stumbled and stared at him. “What is this crap, Gary? Where do you get off talking to me like that?”. Gary slowly stood up and I was shaking because he scared me a bit, being so big and muscular. I wouldn’t stand a chance if he decided to throw some punches at me. As he rose to his full height I waited for him to speak but he didn’t say a word. I saw his arm swing and felt the full force of his hand as it slapped my face. I let out a strange noise, thanks to surprise and pain. Gary spoke again “Don’t ever question me again, Jason. I have given you my expensive rum and invited you back here for a chat but you’ve just thrown my kindness in my face and I could have been out shagging a girl if I hadn’t wasted my time on you”. I started to reply “But….” My words soon stopped as Gary slapped my face again, even harder than the first time. “Here’s the deal: You are never going to be man enough to fuck a girl and I have wasted an evening here when I could have been getting sex so let’s put this right, ok?”. I was holding my face as it stung like crazy and said “What are you talking about?”. Gary laughed. “Ok, play dumb if you like but you are not leaving here until you have sucked my cock and swallowed my load. Tonight you will finally lose your virginity and it will be thanks to my big black cock. You won’t cum at all because you are going to be my bitch for the night”. I stood there in shock. I wasn’t sure whether Gary was drunk or whether he was just weird and I hadn’t spotted it before. I felt a bit dizzy from the rum and just wanted to go home to sleep. “Gary, you’ve got me wrong and I’m sorry that you wasted the evening but I am going home now”. Gary slapped me a third time and this time it sent me flying back on to the couch. As I composed myself, trying to sit up and stand up, Gary moved towards me and started to unzip his jeans. I was beginning to get scared and froze as I watched him pull down his jeans. “Gary, stop this, please” I said. He just laughed and pulled down his white boxers and then I saw his cock. It was already semi-hard, it was black and thick. I had never seen a black cock before and it seemed somehow bigger and thicker than any of my friends’ cocks. Gary moved towards me and started to swing his big black cock. I was hypnotised by it as it swung like a pendulum, getting longer with each swing and getting closer to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his incredible cock and Gary spoke, gently this time. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way – You WILL suck my cock tonight so you can choose to do it or I will force it down your throat. Which is it going to be?”. I didn’t want to suck his cock. I am not gay. I never thought about sucking a cock and wondered how this happened. “Gary, I don’t want this. Please just let me go” I said and looked at him in the hope that this madness would stop. Gary stared at me as he stroked his cock and said calmly “I gave you a choice. You made your choice. Ok, I respect that. If you don’t want to suck my cock then I will have to make you my bitch with force and I will”. I started to say something but Gary’s hand covered my mouth before a word could come out. “You don’t speak, bitch. Your mouth is there to serve my cock so get used to the idea”. He kept his hand on my mouth and said “Nod if you understand”. I nodded in fear. “Good. Now nod if you want to suck my cock”. I shook my head, there was no way that I wanted to suck a cock. Gary straddled me on the couch, his cock growing larger and touching my chest as he sat down on me. “Bitch, nod your head if you want to suck my cock”. I shook my head again and Gary moved up my chest, his cock getting closer to my face. “Bitch, nod your head if you want to suck my cock – This is your last chance”. I shook my head again and Gary’s hand came off my mouth as he drew his arm back to slap my face again but I stopped him. Suddenly I heard myself shout “I don’t want to suck your cock, I NEED to suck your big black cock and feel you cum down my throat!”. I didn’t know where that came from and felt my face turn red as Gary laughed. “Yeah, I knew you would be easy to train but I didn’t think that you would be THAT easy! Come on then, bitch – Open your mouth and get your first taste of big black cock. I am going to use your throat like a wet pussy and then shoot my load down your throat, ok?”. I knew that he wasn’t asking me for permission, it was more a case of him asking me to confirm that I wanted him to do it and I did. “Please, Gary. Make me into a cocksucker for the night and let’s have sex”. Gary smiled as his cock got nearer to my mouth. “You don’t get it, do you, bitch? We are not having sex. I am using you to get me off and you will leave here after I have pumped my cum down your throat. You won’t cum because I don’t care about you getting off. Oh, and one last thing – You will not be my cocksucker for the night, you will be my cocksucker whenever I want you to be, got it?”. I nodded and opened my mouth to say that I got it but that was when Gary’s cock first touched my lips and then went straight to the back of my throat. For the first time in my life I had a cock in my mouth and it was a huge black cock as well. I struggled to cope with it at first and my eyes were watering but that just made Gary push harder and he certainly used me that evening. I managed to get all of it down my throat after I got used to it and he came down my throat. Gary said that was the best thing to do the first time so that I didn’t spit out his cum because the taste would be unusual to me so putting it down the back of my throat meant that I left his flat with his cum in my belly. I did exactly that and, true to his word, I didn’t get to cum, I didn’t even get to play with my cock. It was all about Gary. As I left, he slapped me hard one more time and I looked at him, confused and scared. Gary said “You don’t know why I slapped you? You didn’t thank me for feeding you my big black cock and seed, bitch”. I lowered my head and said “Thank you for feeding me your big black cock and for letting me eat your baby batter, Sir”. Gary smiled. “Sir? I didn’t even have to tell you to call me that”. With that, he patted my bum and told me to run along. “I looked back at him as I walked out the door. “When will I see you again, Sir?”. As the door closed, he said “When my nuts are full and I don’t have a girl around to play with. Don’t get greedy, bitch. Now go home and text me every day to let me know how much you need my cock and cum”. The door closed and I stood outside Gary’s flat wondering how so much happened in such a short time and how I had just sucked a cock. I felt giddy and the rum and cum cocktail in my belly was rumbling but all I knew was that I wanted Gary’s big black cock in my mouth again as soon as possible and I was desperate to eat hi cum again. I started to walk home and took out my phone. I had only just left the flat but was already thinking about what I would send Gary in a text. As I took out my phone I noticed that I had one text. It was from Gary and the time on the text was within about 5 minutes of us arriving at his flat. I read it in disbelief: “Hey my new bitch. You are walking home from my flat as you read this. You have just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum and then thanked me for it as well. Don’t worry, I won’t tell any of our friends but I own you now and if you ever refuse my sexual needs I WILL tell them that you told me you needed to suck my cock and eat my cum. I have it all on film so don’t doubt that I will tell them and they will believe me. Now, go home and play with your little white cock until you make a mess and then eat it. I want a picture of your cum on your tongue before I go to sleep tonight or I tell everyone”. I was crying in the street as I read the text over and over again but something inside me felt so good and I couldn’t stop thinking about when I would suck Gary’s cock again. I wrote a brief text reply: “Thank you for this evening, Sir. I am happy to be your new bitch and will send you the pic as soon as I get home and play with my little white cock. I can’t wait to feel your magnificent black cock in my mouth again and beg you to let me taste your cum next time. Your bitch, J x”. I sent the text and walked home, hoping for a reply but there was none. When I got home I did what Gary told me to, playing with my little cock until it spewed out some cum, then put it on my tongue, took a picture and sent it to him. All I got back was “Ok. I will be in touch when I need my bitch on my cock again. Nite”. I felt dirty and used. I wanted it to happen again and soon! It did and I will write more soon if anyone is interested. Jason