Gay Erotic Stories

My sophomore year of college I turned 19 and my parents decided I should spend the first few weeks of the summer with my grandparents instead of returning directly home. I love them, but they constantly want to know where I'm going and what I'm doing and it's difficult to have a social life of any kind. I resigned myself to two weeks of fantasizing and masturbation. They belonged to a country club, which was on a small lake. There was a rowboat you could take out and while exploring the lake one day I discovered a cove at the opposite end, well out of sight of the club. There was a forest as well that ran almost down to the beach. I would pull the boat up on the sand and walk just a few steps into a forested glade, with soft grass and sand underfoot, and sunlight shining down through the trees. There, I'd drop my bathing suit and walk around getting myself sexed up. Squatting down, lying on the ground, pressing myself against trees, getting hornier and hornier until eventually I'd get off. If semen has the properties of fertilizer, there must be an entire new grove of trees there today! So I was in the locker room one morning putting on my bathing suit, and a guy walked in. He looked about my age, maybe a little older; taller than me, about 6', with sandy hair, snub nose, freckles: the stereotypical all-American college guy. I'm about 5'8" and 170 pounds and extremely hairy from the waist down; I've never met a guy with as much hair on his cock, legs and ass as I do, though I only have a smallish patch on my chest, and none at all on my back and shoulders. I've gotten teased almost to the point of hazing for as long as I can remember, but what can you do? So my back is to him as I'm pulling on my trunks, and I hear him say, "God you're so hairy!" I paused, waiting for the usual insult or cutting remark, but there was none, and I guessed maybe he meant it as a compliment, so I just shrugged and said thanks and walked out the door and thought no more about it. I played some tennis, had some lunch, and then decided it was time to go for a row. The sun shining down heated my body, fueling my already raging horniness. As soon as I was out of sight of the club, I shrugged out of my swimming trunks and was rowing stark naked. My penis is not only hairy, it's big and thick, about 8" long and uncut. It swelled up to its full length instantly and swayed back and forth against the treasure trail on my belly as I rowed. My heavy testicles dangled between my legs, swaying back and forth. I was getting hornier and hornier looking at myself, and drops of pre-cum started leaking out of me and running down the shaft of my erect tool. I practically rowed straight onto the beach and jumped out and ran into the trees, holding my swollen penis steady with one hand, while cupping my dangling scrotum with the other. I relaxed and leaned against a tree and began slowly stroking myself, determined to make it last. All of a sudden I heard a quiet cough and I glanced up and there he was, stepping into the glade. He must have seen me row away and figured out what I was up to! It was a small lake and couldn't have taken more than a few minutes to jog around. "Mind if I join you?" he said. "Not at all." He climbed out of his bathing suit, and then peeled off his jockstrap. My jaw dropped: I'm pretty big, and I'd been with a few guys who were as big or bigger than me, but this guy was fucking immense. His cock had to be at least 10" long, if not bigger, thick and bulging with veins. His balls were the size of peaches, in a tight scrotum that clung close to his body. I couldn't believe it: first sex of the summer with this total mule! So he walked over to me with his humongous genitals swaying back and forth. We started gently touching each other, and a funny thing happened: in just a few seconds, without either of us saying anything to each other, it became immediately apparent that he was very inexperienced and that I knew a LOT more about what we were doing. So I decided to take control and told him to lie down. I put myself in the 69 position and took his huge penis inside my mouth. It filled it completely and I had it only halfway in! I sucked and gobbled and slurped while I listened to him groaning and grunting. I lunged forward and literally forced it down my throat, with my nose pressed against his pubic hair. "Sweet Jesus! How the fuck can you do that! Oh shit!" he gasped as I deep-throated his penis. I knew I'd get a sore throat but I didn't care: I could tell nothing remotely like this had ever happened to him before, and I was making sure I'd give him an experience he'd never forget. His hips started bucking, and his cries and moans became louder and more frequent and I could tell he was going to cum. I furiously sucked on his swollen pole and grabbed his ass with both hands to force him to stay in my mouth. With shouts of pleasure, he shuddered and bucked with his orgasm. Surprisingly, the amount of semen that came out of him wasn't too much; good thing since my mouth was so full! Finally, I pulled away from him and he lay there, red-faced and gasping. I told him to get up on his hands and knees and I went back to the boat to get my suntan lotion. He saw me approaching him with a big grin on my face and I looked back at him with his purple genitals swaying gently between his legs. I kneeled behind him, and lubed my thick pecker and his anus and in one smooth motion slid myself into him. He grunted in pain, but he reared up on his knees and pressed his back against my hairy chest and put his hands onto my furry ass cheeks and pulled me inside him. I began a long, slow fuck stroking all the way in and out then pausing, while rooting deeply inside him. Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed by and he kept talking, telling me how good it felt and how much he fantasized about sex with hairy guys like me. Finally I knew I was getting close and I pulled out of him and he rolled onto his back. I stood above him and he gazed up at me in rapture, leaning back on his elbows. Grabbing my hairy penis with both hands, I stroked myself and groaned and cried out as I came. Unlike him, I shot an enormous load. The first stream went almost six feet in the air, and all of it landed with an audible splat all over his chest and belly. The rest poured out of me and I pointed my squirting cock at him, dousing his chest and face and hair. After relaxing for a few minutes, we waded into the shallows and washed off our bodies. I watched as he carefully put his huge cock and balls back into his jockstrap, and then he pulled on his bathing suit and sandals, gave me a kiss and vanished into the trees as quickly as he had arrived. By the time I got back to the club he was gone, and I never saw him again. But I'll never forget that awesome summer moment in the trees.