Gay Erotic Stories

I had been volunteering at the downtown church for about 7 months. I'm not religious at all but one of my professors suggested it at the start of my fall term as a way to get bonus marks and I kind of enjoyed doing it so I stayed on. It was once a month, sometimes more for certain events. I would show up any time after tea on Sunday afternoon and clean up. Sometimes I would be joined by one of the older ladies, sometimes the priest would hang around, but usually it was me.

I was 20, in my second year of college, pretty much a loner but okay with that. I enjoyed reading mostly, but occasionally got in to watching gay porn. I wasn't sure if I was gay but watching two guys fucking turned me on enough to think maybe I was at least bi. I'd never been with a guy sexually. Being shy made that difficult. And I wasn't too attractive either. Mostly skin and bones. No muscles. Pretty lanky at 6'0" and 160lbs.

It was a chilly February afternoon, I arrived at around 4pm. The usual party had just left. I was greeted by the priest who was also on his way out. We made the usual small talk and he instructed me to leave out the back exit as the door would lock behind me.

After he left, it was just me down in the church basement packing up dishes, folding table clothes, gathering chairs and moving tables. I expected to be done after an hour or so. It was a big church but I usually remained in the church basement where small gatherings were always held. The room was about the size of a small dining hall with tables and chairs stacked up, several small gently used (likely donated) couches, and a hallway at the back that led to several rooms, a bathroom and the exit.

I was nearly done when I heard footsteps upstairs. Thinking nothing of it, I continued my tasks with the intention of being finished in just a few minutes. The last chairs were put away when I heard two deep gruff voices coming down the stairs from the church.

I turned around to see two men enter the room. They looked like homeless men, both wearing dark greenish grey coats and black pants. Well-worn clothes that looked warm but were obviously picked up from a donation bin years ago.

"Hello sir," one of them said to me in a rough voice. His face was weathered from the cold winter air with whiskers and a gentle grin that revealed several missing teeth. He looked about 60.

"Hi," I replied, surprised to see them. Normally the priest would tell me if I should expect anyone else.

"Cleaning up, are ya?" the other guy said. His voice was the deeper of the two and his words indicated he was likely not well educated.

"I am," I said, trying to be friendly but feeling a little bothered by my unexpected company, just as I was about to leave.

"It's cold out der," the second guy said. He was short and round, had a short stubby beard that didn't look well maintained. "The church lets us stay down 'er on cold nights."

"That's alright, I'm almost finished here," I said, now understanding. During winter months, the church allowed some of the city's homeless to sleep in the rooms in the basement. There was usually someone to let them in but maybe the priest left the door open for them.

"No need to rush out for us," the first guy said. Despite his worn looks, he had a friendliness to him. His deep voice was warm and calming.

"He's shy, Jones," the bigger guy said.

"Make him feel welcome, Arnie," the first guy answered.

And with that, Arnie, the short round guy, came over to me and gave me a big bear hug. I didn't expect it at all so I didn't have enough time to react. His big arms were completely wrapped around me and his face was turned into my neck under my chin. His strength was strong of body order and stale cigarettes. And he squeezed me tight for what felt like a long time.

He let me go finally and I stumbled back a step.

"Dat feel better?" Arnie asked with a devious grin.

"Yeah, thank you," I said, almost rudely as I turned to start to leave.

"You're cute," the guy known as Jones said. Jones was the older of the two and seemed to be more put together, intelligent, wise. "Why don't you stick around for a bit?"

"I really have to get going," I answered, trying to not sound impatient.

"Nonsense," Jones said. "Even just a half hour. We're pretty lonely."

The silence lingered on 'lonely.' Jones walked past Arnie and stood in front just a foot away from me. We were nearly the same height. His stench was as strong as Arnie's.

He put his hand inside his belt down the front of his pants and started moving it as he stared intently at me.

Arnie laughed to his side.

"I want you to touch it," Jones said to me as he reached out with his other hand and grabbed my arm.

"I really should go," I protested, but his grip was surprisingly strong and he put my hand down his pants, removing his own.

I felt a hard, warm rod in my hand with a lot of hair against my wrist. He was holding my arm in place so I couldn't pull out without struggling and I knew they could both take me if I struggled too hard so I gave in and grabbed hold of his dick.

"Jack it," he said, as he left go of my arm.

I started to jerk his dick inside his pants as best I could. After a moment he began to undo his belt and then unbuttoned the front of his pants and yellowed underwear, allowing me to release his dick from the visibly soiled enclosure.

Now that I could see, his dick looked about 6 inches, average thickness, with a huge patch of thick black pubic hair surrounding it. With each jerk, I retracted his foreskin to reveal a glistening dark red bulbish head.

"Want him to suck it?" Arnie said to my left.

"I'd like that," Jones said, still staring at my face as I jerked him off. He grabbed my arm and led me over to one of the old couches. He dropped his pants and sat down on it, legs spread, as he pulled me to my knees and with his other hand on the back of my head, pulled my face into his crotch.

The smell was strong. Musky, pissy, sweaty. Soon his dick was in my mouth and he was guiding my head, roughly, up and down his shaft. He let out a soft moan.

Behind me, I could hear Arnie coming closer until he was kneeling behind me and his hands were on the waistband of my pants. He reached to the front and unbuttoned my slacks. My protests were silenced with Jones' hand on the back of my head, holding me onto his cock, which was now leaking precum down my throat.

Arnie grabbed my pants and briefs and pulled them past my thighs, exposing my bare ass to him. Next I felt his unkempt beard against the smooth skin of my lower butt cheeks and his mouth between them, tongue whipping around for a hole to lick.

Moments later, Jones released me from his grip, freeing my face from his unclean crotch. I was still on my knees with Arnie rimming my ass. As I leaned up, Jones noticed my dick for the first time.

"Look at his little dick," he said, causing Arnie to pull away from my butt and peak around.

It was about 5 inches uncut when hard. Right now, it was semi hard. My foreskin collected at the end in a bunch.

"Pull back that skin and show me your head," Jones said, eying me up.

I obeyed, reaching down and pulling back my skin to reveal a light red head that, too, was wet from pre-cum.

Arnie reached out and pulled my top off and lifted me up under my arms to my feet to pull my pants down, leaving me fully naked.

"His ass is nice," he said to Jones, who was hungrily looking at my newly naked body.

"You have a turn at him," Jones said, as he stood up and pulled his pants back up, buttoning them but leaving the left undone.

Arnie pushed me back to me knees but instead of sitting down on the couch where Jones sat, he pushed me to my elbows, my face where Jones bare ass sat seconds before.

Next I hear his belt and pants come undone and hear him spit a couple times. Then I feel his coat rub against my upper back and his dick pressed against my ass. He starts to push, searching for my hole. I wince, waiting for the inevitable.

After a few seconds, the head of his dick is pressed against my hole and with one thrust, he's in. I yelp in pain but Arnie pays no attention as he pushes in again and again, moaning loudly pretty much right away, panting with each thrust.

The sharp pain subsides after about a minute as Arnie keeps pushing, sometimes roughly, my face pushing against the back of the couch.

Arnie increases the speed with which he fucks me, almost jackhammering my ass and a few seconds later, he lets out a loud moan and I feel his cock spasm inside me.

One grunt. Then another. Then another. And then he stops. Takes a deep breath and pulls out.

I roll over and sit down, coming face to face with the cock that just forced its way into me. It was short, maybe 4 and a half inches, but it was thick with a glob of cum hanging on to the little bit of foreskin he had left. It too was surrounded by a thick bush.

"What a nice fuck," he said to me as he sat next to me, panting loudly as if he'd just run a marathon.

Jones stood up from the other couch where he had been watching.

"Not done yet, fella," he said as he once again dropped his pants to reveal his darkened dick.

"Spit on it," he ordered me.

I put my face a couple inches away and spit.

"A couple more times. You're going to want it nice and wet," he said. "And rub it in."

So I spit as much as my dry mouth could, and used my hands to rub it all around, knowing what was coming next.

"Roll him over," Jones said to Arnie, who was seated next to me, naked from the waist down.

Arnie leaned over, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down so my face was in his smelly crotch. I felt Jones grab my legs so they were straight across the couch and then he knelt between them, mounting me. He pushed his moist dick between my ass cheeks, finding my hole right away and entered, fucking me more gently than Arnie did, but with a forced determination. All the way in, all the way out. All the way in again. All the way out.

Arnie had his hand on the back of my head, telling me to lick what I could, as Jones continued to fuck me. He felt better than Arnie did inside me, hitting my prostrate with each entry. After several minutes, I felt Jones tense up and quietly, he released his load inside me. His dick had pushed up against my prostrate and within seconds, I was also cumming, my dick pressed up against the couch and my stomach.

When Jones was done, he pulled out, stood up and quickly pulled his pants back up, this time doing up his belt too.

I slowly got up, revealing the mess I had made. Arnie saw too and said "he liked it so much he cummed too," before standing up and putting his pants back on.

The two men looked at me, sitting naked next to the wet stain on the couch, and went down the hall each into a separate room and closed the door.

I found my clothes, quietly put them on and exited the back way. Secretly having enjoyed my first sexual experience.