Gay Erotic Stories

The end of winter, or "break-up" as we call it in Alaska, is a pretty weird time. People just get weird. After all, it¹s been a long, dark, cold winter. Now it¹s at least sunny, and warmer, but you can¹t do anything because every single snowflake has turned to water and is sitting in front of your house! Well, it¹s a funky time, and people just have to create their own kind of fun. Alaska is also a place that is full of hot, horny men. Statistically men out number women in Alaska, and frankly, that¹s quite all right. By March or April, some men are pretty horny, pretty unkempt and unshaven, and pretty ripe, in more ways than one. My good friend Derek is one of those kind of guys. Now Derek is married, and his wife Jo is a real knockout. She¹s probably model material, but hey, who's going to look in Bum-Fuck, Alaska for model material. Derek isn¹t bad either. They have two of the most adorable, beautiful children, and why not, with mom and dad right out of a modeling school ad! Well, Derek sports a full goatee, that¹s black to match his jet black hair. Often these days he doesn¹t shave the other part of the face either, and looks ruggedly HOT, in a very sexual way. Oh, I know better than to lust after married men, but a stud like Derek is meant to be lusted after. One day we were sitting in the local coffee shop and passing time, waiting for the rain and snow mixture to pass, when Derek said, "What are you doing tonight?" "Nothing that I can think of." I responded. "Why?" "The Beard Brothers are meeting tonight and I thought maybe you¹d like to join us." Derek said with a grin. "Who the hell are the Beard Brothers?" I asked, incredulously. "Just some of my friends, all with beards, who get together every now and then to play cards, drink beer, smoke stogies, and just have a good old boy time. You in?" "Sure," I said. "Where¹s it going to be?" "Tonight, it's at Jon's. You know where Jon lives?" I did. Jon was the hairdresser that everyone thought was straight, but I knew he was as gay as I was. He and I had exchanged blow jobs once after a haircut, and it was my tip to him every time since. Jon had long red hair, down to his shoulders, but usually tied back, and a bushy goatee, usually also unshaven around the rest of his good looking face. Jon was also a bodybuilder, with several (that I had seen) tattoos. "Who else is in this "club²?" I asked. "Well tonight there will be me and Jon, Mark and Mike from the college, and Red from the hardware. Be there about 6:30." Derek left when he saw his wife drive up and wave to him. Marc was about 6ft 6 inches tall, and was a teacher at the college. Recently I had noticed him quite a bit at the gym, and realized that he had put on a good deal of solid muscle, working out over the past few months. He was intense about it. He had a fu-manchu moustache and scruffy fuzz over most of his face. His square jaw and high cheekbones made his long face gorgeous. He recently was featured in Alaska Men Magazine, as someone looking for a woman, so I wondered about tonight. Mike I knew from a couple of years ago when his wife divorced him. I had been his listening ear for a while, and knew that he was well endowed, because that's the reason his wife left him. She said he was too big for her to accommodate! I certainly would agree with her, and had, on several occasions, been easily able to accommodate him, so I couldn't understand her reasoning. Mike usually had either a full beard, or various stages thereof. Red was a guy I had purchased a car from. he had a nice mouth, and loved to suck cock. He certainly had had mine in his mouth several times, and was also very well endowed and very well built. These guys were all studs, and I couldn¹t wait until this evening to see whether the straight ones would join in some kind of male bonding. I arrived at Jons at 6:30 sharp. Red and Mike were there, and Jon of course. Derek and Mark came in, in just a few seconds. We all were served beer, some unusual brands of microbrews, and Mike¹s special homemade dark. It was so good, and went down real easy. Derek explained that the game was poker, 5 card stud, and each time someone lost a hand, they had to remove a piece of clothing. The interesting thing was that the person sitting next to them on the right would get to choose which piece it was. Derek lost the first hand, and I was to his right. Naturally I said shirt. I wanted to gaze at Derek¹s hair chest, and his massive pecs. I was getting so turned on, that I lost the next hand. Mike was on my right and ordered me to take off my jeans. I had such a raging hard on, I was sure I¹d be embarrassed, but did anyway. Mark whistled when my pants came down, and said, "Sure looks like we picked a winner for a new member." I wasn¹t sure what he meant, and wanted to continue playing. Red lost next, and took off his shirt, then Mike, and lost his jeans. His huge dick was hanging out the slit in his boxers, and it was getting more difficult to play. Mark lost next and when he removed his shirt, he did a little flexing routine, showing off his huge new muscles. God, he was hot. Derek lost his pants next, and Red his pants, and then my shirt came off, then Mike lost his shirt, and finally Mark his pants. We were all down to our under shorts, and the next hand would reveal our manhood, full and in living color. It was my deal. I wondered which of us would be the first to be sitting there nude. Mike folded, Jon too. Derek, Mark and Mike were the only ones left. Derek issued a challenge. " Mark, if I win this hand, I get to suck your dick on the table in front of everyone else." Mark licked his lips and responded, "And if I win, I¹ll stick this foot long pecker up your ass and drive you into the next room!" Mark was rubbing his pole through his boxers, and it was rock hard and ready. As it turns out, Derek won, and right there, on the table, with the rest of us watching, smoking fat old cigars, and swizzling beer, Derek sucked the cum out of Mark¹s huge dick. Of course Derek was hard as a rock and I thought Mark would reciprocate, but he got down and said, "Who gets yours Derek?" Derek was looking my way, and with a "come hither" stare, beckoned me up to the top of the table. Eagerly, I obliged, and sucked his rigid bone, savoring every bit of the man juice that came gushing out. By the time he finished, he was squirting it down my beard and hairy chest. He leaned over and whispered, "Your turn.....take your pick." Well, there was no choice for me. I had wanted Mark since the day I met him, and pulled him by his long muscled hands to get his face up to my throbbing dick. Expertly, he took my hard man meat into his mouth and sucked like a vacuum cleaner. I didn¹t want it to end, and didn¹t want to give up my semen to him so quickly, but when he reached around with his heavily muscled arms and massaged my ass, I couldn¹t help blow the load of a lifetime into his hot, sexy mouth. I was exhausted, and slumped down into my chair, as Mark picked Mike to suck him. It was his second time, and damn, he was ready again. This went on until everyone was serviced at least once. Then the couples started finding more private places to fuck. Jon and Red headed into the bedroom. After all, it was Jon¹s house. Derek, Mark, Mike and I just looked at each other. Finally, I said what I wanted. "Mark, you are the stud of my dreams. Can we get it on again?" Hell yes. You are one hot daddy, and I¹m ready to fuck you until morning." But I was aware that Derek had invited me and I wanted to make sure it was okay with him. "Derek, is that okay?" "Hell yes. The Beard Brothers share and share alike. You¹ll get your turn with everyone, don¹t worry." I wasn¹t worried. In fact, I never felt so secure and safe in the company of men as I did that night with my Beard Brothers.