Gay Erotic Stories

By D.B. Reed Ever see the guy on TV who tells how Rogaine has changed his life? Well, it certainly changed mine. Let me tell you how. For as long as I can remember I've been turned on by hairy men. Back when I was a kid I used to ride my bike around town and cruise for humpy and hairy guys like house-builders, street-workers, weekend lawn mowing and car washing guys etc. I guess I always knew I was gay (or at least bi-sexual) but central Nebraska in the late 70's was not the place to announce that. Through all of junior high and high school I pretended to be as straight as everyone else pretended to be, going out for various athletics and doing the whole dating scene and all. I was always in pretty good shape physically, lettered in three sports and had a pretty good build. It was in college though, that I really found my talents as the willing recipient of any big cock attached to a hairy body. I made it with every bear on campus, from the captain of the football team to the associate dean to the guy who came to the dorms on Tuesday evenings to deliver clean sheets. I'm neither embarrassed nor ashamed of my sexual behavior, but I've always been really jealous (as well as aroused) by hairy guys. I once went to a doctor and asked if he could do anything to make me hairy. He asked me to provide pictures of my family and tried to explain that it was all genetic. If my Norwegian ancestors weren't very hairy, then I was destined not to be either. He did say that the heavy duty doses of male hormones which would make me hairy were as dangerous as the steroids that some of the jocks on campus were taking to build up their muscles. He refused to give me a prescription for Rogaine (or Minoxodil) back then because I wasn't going bald. I even spent six weeks getting a pharmacist to make it with me, threatened to tell his wife about us if he didn't somehow get me the stuff. He refused -- his wife caught him with someone else before I could blow the whistle on him. Then suddenly, just recently the miracle drug for the hair-lover became an over-the-counter purchase item and I went wild! Imagine this. Six feet, two inches and 224 pounds of solid muscle on a body that's coated front and back, from neck to ankles with coarse black hair. That's me.....NOW! I'll bet Aunt Mae would roll over and shit in her grave if she had any idea that I blew my entire inheritance from her traveling to a couple of dozen pharmacies in three states to get enough Rogaine to fill my bathtub. I never drain it, just put a plastic cover over it and from time to time immerse myself in the wonderful liquid to insure that I'll continue to be this hairy for the rest of my life. It hasn't really changed my sex life except for the fact that I'm now the one that is the target for other guys like I used to be. Sometimes little kids point at me in the mall and whisper something to their mother. At the beach I wear the tiniest of suits to show off every hair on my body (well, almost every hair) and guys at the health club usually try NOT to stare in the shower. Okay, some of them stare openly and come right out to suggest that we go some- where and fuck. My wardrobe does little to downplay my excessive hairiness. A favorite "uniform" for me is a low-cut tank top made of open mesh material. For anybody looking (and there are plenty!) they can see my hairy shoulders and back and the fact that my entire belly is as densely blanketed as the exposed portion of my body. White is a great color for me.....it sets off the contrast to the near black hair. Of course, most white shirts that I wear immediately appear gray because of the coat of fur on my body. I like to wear cut-off shorts (white or bleached out blue-jeans) with slits up the side. Most of the time I have to slit them just to get them over my beefy muscular thighs, but I purposely cut them a little more than necessary to display my hairy buttocks to anyone who wants to see. I know this stuff is only supposed to increase hair production, but I can't help but wonder if it hasn't had a secondary effect on me. Maybe it's because I've become the object of so many people's admiration that my cock has grown about 2 inches in the last year, pumping me all the way up to a full foot of fat meat when it's hard.....and that's most of the time. I look great in leather! Last year I went to this leather bar and actually hooked up with a big biker-type guy who is even hairier than me. He took me away for the weekend and tied me up to a big wrought iron bed and took a straight razor to every bit of my body before fucking me ragged. On the one hand I was worried that my thick coat of body fur would never grow back, but I have to admit that the week- end with Spike would've made it all worthwhile if it didn't. As it turns out, the hair grew back in thicker and darker and sexier than before and I became the object of more and more admirers. Take this guy who's ghost-writing my story for instance. He can hardly wait for me to finish telling him how I went from Chihuahua to gorilla so that he can get his horny hands and mouth on me. Maybe he'll write a story of his own after this! **about the author D.B. Reed is a pen name for a writer of erotic male literature. Some of his stories are based on personal experiences, some on fantasy and some (like this one) on accounts from information given him in an interview.