Gay Erotic Stories

Fanta$y $eduction It was hot and humid late Sunday afternoon. I was on my way back from the gym and all I wanted was a cold bottle of water. So, I decided to stop into the 24-hour convenience store that had recently opened in my neighborhood and get one. When I walked into the store, thoughts of anything cold immediately left my mind as my eyes fell upon one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He was standing behind the counter. This dude was right out of my fantasies. He appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent, with black hair, black eyes, and brown skin. His face wasn’t traditionally handsome. Instead, instead, it was an unusual face, exotic and smolderingly---precisely the kind I like. He was probably in his late twenties. But, what stopped me dead in my tracks was his body, specifically, his body hair. From what I could see, he was covered with it. He was wearing a loose-fitting white oxford shirt, with about 5 buttons opened, revealing a chest completely covered with gorgeous, thick black hair. Despite the thickness of his hair, a set of perfect pecs was visible. He had the sleeves of the white shirt rolled up, revealing arms covered with the same gorgeous black hair. It went down all the way to his hands. Even his fingers had small tufts on them. The white shirt, with its opened buttons and rolled up sleeves, provided the perfect contrast to his black body hair and dark skin. He had a definite 5:00 shadow on his face. That was all I could see from the door. It was enough to leave me standing there, virtually paralyzed with pure lust. It seemed as if I had been standing there for 10 minutes, drinking this hot, hairy stud in. It was probably more like 10 seconds. Just as I felt my dick begin to harden, he looked up from the cash register. Our eyes locked. He quickly looked me up and down, and then his eyes locked back on mine once again. (Was he checking me out? I couldn’t tell.) My near trance was broken when he said, in a voice with just a hint of an accent, "Hi." I then realized that there were three or four people trying to get into the store behind me. I said, "Hi", and quickly headed for to the refrigerators in the back of the store to get my water and, hopefully, let my almost completely hard dick calm down. (Fortunately, I was wearing some loose-fitting shorts that wouldn’t completely betray my hard-on.) As I went to the back of the store, my fantasy man returned to taking care of the customers who were lined up to pay. As I pretended to be searching among various bottled waters, my mind was screaming, "You’ve got to have him!!!" Once I (and my dick) had calmed down a bit, I pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and headed towards the front counter. Several people were ahead of me paying for their stuff. This afforded me the opportunity to get a fuller look at this amazing man. I could now see that he was wearing snug-fitting, olive green jeans. His ass was as sexy as the rest of him: perfectly round and high. It looked great in the jeans. When he turned from the cash register to face the next customer, I got a look at the front. What a package! I could also get a better look inside that opened white shirt. My eyes darted from his hairy chest, to those jeans and the treats they contained. Once again, blood began rushing to my dick. I noticed him look down the line every few seconds, taking a quick glance at me. Was he checking me out? Was he liking what he was seeing as much as I was? Or, was I coming off like some kind of nut who likes to stare? I didn’t really care at this point. I was enjoying the sights too much. When I finally got to the front of the line, I was sweating and I was sure that my face was flushed red. This guy had engaged my lust like no one had before. And now I was just inches away from his amazing hairy body. It was all I could do to raise my eyes from his hairy pecs to look him in the eye to ask, "How much?" Looking me straight in the eye, he grinned slightly. "Dollar fifty," he said. Our gazes locked, I reached into my pocket and pulled out two dollar bills and handed them to him. I watched as he turned towards the cash register, allowing me another look at his perfect ass. He slowly placed the change in my hand, keeping his eyes locked on mine and said, "Thank you. Have a nice day." I was lost in his eyes now, but in control enough to say, "Thanks." He reached inside his shirt, and rubbed his hand over his hairy chest ever so slightly. I thought I’d lose it right there. I took my water and ran out of the store, hoping that no one, except maybe for him, saw what was now a full grown bulge in my shorts. I raced back to my apartment and immediately jerked off with the image of this hairy stud clear in my mind. As I stroked my rock-hard dick, I imagined what it would be like to run my hands through the thick hair on his chest. To yank that white shirt off his body, and see him standing in front of me in nothing but those snug-fitting jeans. In my mind’s eye, I could see him slowly unzipping the fly on those jeans, pulling them down, and revealing to me his completely hairy body. This was enough to cause me to shoot fast and far. There was cum everywhere. My dick remained hard for a while after, so I went at it again. This time, I imagined him pulling off his underwear, revealing a beautiful cock surrounded by the same black hair that covered the rest of his body. I saw him turn to show me his hairy ass. There wasn’t an inch of his skin uncovered by hair. BOOM! I exploded again. I wanted this man so badly I could taste it. I had to see him again. I decided to go back to the store to get the Sunday paper. Yeah, I had gotten it earlier that day at another place, but I needed some excuse to return to the store. And this time, I was going prepared. I put on the tightest pair of jeans I owned. These jeans never failed to attract attention when I wore them. They’re faded, worn, and torn in all the right places. Then I put on a tight, dark blue t-shirt that brought out my blue eyes and looked great against my tanned skin. The image of my hairy fantasy man was fixed firmly in my mind as I headed back to the convenience store. As I came around the corner, he saw me through the window of the store. That same slight, but ever-so-sexy grin appeared on his face again. He looked away as I entered the store. By now, it had gotten dark enough outside that as I leaned over the newspapers near the window, I could see his reflection in the glass. He seemed to be checking out my cute ass, so I remained bent over for a minute or two to make sure he got a good look. I could see that grin on his face again. My dick began to stiffen, which would be quite visible through the jeans I was wearing. I picked up the paper and turned around. There were a couple of other people in the store, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to us. As I approached the counter, he again reached inside of his shirt, which seemed to be open even more now, and ran his fingers up and down his semi-exposed torso. He HAD to know what he was doing to me; there was certainly ample evidence straining against my jeans. While he continued brushing his fingers along that hairy chest and stomach of his, he said, "One newspaper. $2.50. Do you want anything else?" I didn’t know what to say. It was as if I were under a spell. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Just as I was about to say something, this woman came over to the counter and asked him how much some snack food cost. He took his hand out of his shirt and turned to answer her, but I just kept looking at him. Once he answered her, she remained at the counter. With her there, I was afraid to say what I really wanted. "No, nothing else---right now," I said, as I handed him three dollar bills. He turned towards the register, and cocked his hips a bit, making his ass look even better than before. Then he gave me my change and said, "I’ll see you soon." It sounded like a prediction. I went home and must have beat off three more times. I dreamed about him that night. And all day long at work on Monday, thoughts of him kept distracting me. Here I was, a successful lawyer, with a great boyfriend, and all I could think about was this hot and hairy guy who worked the counter at a convenience store. I wanted to tell someone about it. But who? My boyfriend called late that afternoon to ask whether I wanted to meet him for dinner. I said I couldn’t and made up something about having to bring some work home that was due the next day. I was going back to that store after work, no matter what. When I got off the subway, I headed right for the store. Just the thought of seeing this guy again started to get my dick hard in my suit pants. When I walked in, he wasn’t behind the counter. Some teenage girl was. The store was really busy, filled with people getting stuff on their way home from work. I was disappointed that he wasn’t there, but I decided to pick up a couple of things. As I turned to go down one of the aisles, there he was. He was crouching down, putting some cans on the bottom shelf. He was facing away from me. He was wearing blue jeans today (Levis Silver Tab, a favorite of mine) and a sleeveless white t-shirt that wasn’t tucked in. The shirt was short, and it left his lower back exposed. It, too, was covered with that same gorgeous black hair. I could also see the band of his white underwear sticking out over the top of his jeans. I stood there for a few seconds, pretending to be looking at some cans, when he stood up and turned towards me. The white t-shirt was cut off, exposing his hairy and flat stomach. The jeans weren’t tight, but they fit him extremely well. I could now see that he had a nice set of biceps that bulged below the hair that ran all the way up his arms. I was going to look away, but, as I went to, he stretched his arms up, pulling that cutoff white t-shirt even higher, revealing more of his hairy torso. He placed his hand on his hairy stomach and walked towards me. I was transfixed. He asked, "Just getting home from work?" His hand was slowly rubbing his hairy abs, and I wanted to throw him down right there in the aisle. "Yeah," I answered, "gotta get something quick to eat so I can get to the gym before it gets too late." My dick was almost completely hard as his hand remained on his stomach. I wanted it to be my hand. He asked, "Where do you work out?" "At the gym just around the block from here," I replied. "Oh," he said, "I just moved to the neighborhood. My family runs this store. I’ve been looking for a place to work out. I’ll probably see you there sometime." He smiled. His teeth were perfectly white and straight. My eyes followed him as he turned to go to the back of the store. He went through a door marked "Employees Only." I putzed around the store for a while, hoping that he’d come back out, but he didn’t. So, I decided to leave. On my way out of the store, I asked the teenage girl behind the counter what the guy’s name was. "Hakan," she said. As I walked to my apartment, all I could think about was getting to the gym that evening and, hopefully, seeing Hakan. I got home. I beat off, thinking about running my hand through the hair on Hakan’s stomach. Then I showered, and got ready to go the gym. I put on a pair of snug-fitting old gym shorts and a tight t-shirt. I wanted to be looking my best, just in case Hakan showed up. While I was on the stair master, I kept looking towards the door, hoping to see hairy Hakan walk in. The guys working out all over the gym, who ordinarily served as a pleasant distraction during my work outs, were virtually invisible to me. The only person I wanted to see, the only person I could think about was Hakan. I wondered what was happening to me. No guy had ever so thoroughly occupied my mind. But this just wasn’t any guy. This was the kind of guy I’d dreamed about for years. This was the kind of guy they write stories about. I finished working out. Still no sign of Hakan. "Oh well," I thought, "maybe I’ll stop off at the store on the way home." I showered, put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and headed toward the exit. As I got to the door, I saw Hakan leaning against the wall near it. He was still wearing those Silver Tab jeans and that cut-off, sleeveless white t-shirt. Good God, he looked so hot! He had a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He saw me, and that grin, which was now enough to make my dick hard, appeared on his face again. He just stood there, waiting for me to approach him. I did. "Hey, you found the place," I said. Smiling, he replied, "Well, you wanted me to find it, didn’t you?" I gulped. Rubbing his hand over his hairy stomach, he asked again, "Didn’t you?" My dick began to get hard. "Yeah, I did," I said. Looking down at growing stiffness in my pants, Hakan said, "And, I know that’s not all you want." My eyes dropped to his hairy stomach and the bulging package in his Silver Tab jeans. As I looked back up to his face, his eyes fixed on mine and he said, almost arrogantly, "You want me, don’t you? You want me bad." Before I could answer, he continued, "I saw it in your eyes the first time you walked into the store. I see it in your eyes now. I’ve seen it in lots of guys’ eyes before. They get one look at this hairy body of mine and fall apart. So, I know it’s true. But, I want to hear you say it. Tell me, how much do you want me?" I was on fire. I said, "More than I’ve ever wanted anyone." He continued, "I’ve been on your mind a lot, haven’t I?" "Yes," I said, my knees feeling weak. He went on, "You haven’t been able to think about much except for me, have you?" He was in completely in control and he knew it. "You’re all I’ve been able to think about," I replied. "Then take me to your place and let me give you what you want so badly," he said. Within second, we were on our way to my apartment. Once we got inside my apartment, Hakan dropped his gym bag and pulled me close to him. He gave me one of the deepest, hottest kisses I’ve ever had. His tongue probed my entire mouth. I almost came as we kissed. Then, gesturing towards my couch, he said, "Sit down over there." I did. He went over to his gym bag and pulled out a CD. He put it in my CD player and some sexy dance music began to play. He stood in front of me and began to slowly gyrate his hips. He ran his hands up and down his body. All the while he kept his eyes locked on me. And there he had that grin. As he continued to slowly gyrate, running his hands up and down his body, he slipped his hands under the cut-off t-shirt and began to lift it above his head. My fantasy was becoming a reality. The shirt was off. He undid the top button of his Silver Tab jeans and pulled the fly open just a bit. I could see his white underwear, contrasted against his completely hairy upper body. I began to rub my raging dick through my jeans. "No, no," he commanded, "don’t touch yourself. Just watch me." I did as he said. He had to know I was losing my mind. He rubbed his hand over his jeans-covered dick. Then he totally unzipped his fly. He turned around and began to push his jeans down. The white underwear turned out to be a pair of those thong-like things that Antonio Sabato, Jr., wears in those ads. They were bright white and just barely covered his ass. Black hair covered his legs from top to bottom. Even his back was hairy, though not completely so (which I liked). When he turned around, I could see his long cock, stretching the material on the front of his underwear straight out in front of him. (No wonder it looked so great in his jeans.) He ran his hands up and down the length of it. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was squirming on the couch. He went back to his gym bag and pulled out a bottle of oil. He opened it and began to drizzle the oil all over his body. He continued gyrating his hips as he slowly rubbed the oil into his body. The black hair on his body began to glisten from the oil. And, his dick began to harden and get even bigger. He came towards me, and sat on the floor in front of me. His dick was pointing upwards in the underwear. He began to stroke it through the underwear. There was still oil on his hands, so the underwear began to cling even more tightly to his dick then it already had been. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and pushed his underwear down. His dick flew out, hitting against his stomach. He stroked it a bit more and then he stood up. There he was, this incredibly hot hairy man, completely naked, glistening from the oil he rubbed over his body, completely naked, his huge dick less than a foot from my face. He jumped up on the couch, straddling me, with his legs on either side of me, his dick practically on my lips. He said, "Now, do what you wanted to do the first time you saw me. Run your hands through the hair on my body. Go ahead." I was in a lust-induced spell. He could have told me anything at this point and I would have done it. I placed my hands on his chest and began to run my hands through the hair on it. It felt better than I’d even imagined. I moved down to his torso and stomach. His body was hard. I could feel his six-pack abs. I reached down and ran my hands over his hairy ass. As I was doing this, he let his dick rub across my lips and face. I opened my mouth to take the head of his dick in my mouth, but he jumped back. "Not yet," he said, "I’m not through with you." Now, standing in front of me, he turned. I focused my eyes on his hairy ass, even more gorgeous than I’d imagined it would be. He bent over, spreading his ass cheeks out with his hands. It was perfect. Then he turned around and just stood there in front of me with his hands on his hips. The music stopped. He said, "You didn’t think you could want me any more than you did. But, you do. Tell me that you want me even more than you wanted me before." I was breathless. "I want you even more than I wanted you before," I said, barely audibly. He said, "And you’d be willing to do anything for me, wouldn’t you?" "Anything," I said. With that, he pulled me up from the couch and removed my shirt. He began to rub his thumbs on my nipples (which gets me crazy). He kept looking right into my eyes, and I was now looking right into his. "Anything," he said. "Yes, anything," I replied. He rubbed his hairy torso on my now naked upper body. Then he placed his hand on my dick. He undid the button on my jeans and pulled down the fly. He stood back a bit and said, "Take off your pants." I did. The head of my cock was sticking out over the waistband of my underwear. "Take off your underwear," he said. I did. He looked me over and said, "Nice. Very nice." He put more oil on his hands, came over to me, and began rubbing the oil over my body. The sight of his hairy hands rubbing oil over my body was so hot. He got to my rock-hard dick and began to run his oily hands up and down it. He reached under my balls and ran his finger along the crack in my ass and over my balls. He kissed me again and I nearly fainted. He got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. At first, he gently sucked on the head, teased the slit with his tongue. Then he took it completely in his mouth and began to suck it like I’d never had my dick sucked before. I was so hot already that my balls began to rise almost immediately and I knew I would come in his mouth within seconds. He stopped, letting my dick slide out his mouth. I wanted to scream. He stood up, began rubbing his thumbs on my nipples again, and looked straight into my eyes. I thought my dick was going to explode. He said, "We can finish this. But, first, you need to do something for me. Remember, you said you’d do anything for me." I yelled, "What?! Yes, anything?! What is it?!" He continued rubbing my nipples and said, "My family needs help and they’re looking to me for it. They’re not going to be able to afford to pay the rent on the store and keep it running. And it’s they’re life. You look like the kind of guy who could help. Believe me, I can make the whole thing worth it for you. You can see that. Before we go any further, tell me that you’ll help them. Say to me, ‘Hakan, I want to help them." I was insane with lust. I said, "Yes, yes, Hakan, I want to help them." (There was a little part of my mind that was thinking, "Shit, you’re being shaken down here." But, I didn’t really care. I had plenty of money and this guy had me in the palm of his hands.) He continued, "I knew you would. Now, write out a check for $5,000.00 and then I’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt in your whole life." I did. I handed him the check, which he placed in his gym bag. Within seconds he was back on his knees, my dick was in his mouth, and was going to work on it. I came so hard that I thought I’d blow a hole in the back of his head. My dick was still hard. He pushed me down on the couch and straddled me again. This time, though, he lowered himself onto my still-stiff dick. My dick in his hole, he began to move up and down, slowly at first, then he faster. I began to run my hands through the hair on his body again while he worked my dick with his hole. He just kept his eyes locked on mine. I exploded in his ass. I was panting. Before I could catch my breath, he stood up, ran his hard cock across my mouth and then moved back. He sat on the floor and began to masturbate. He said, "You want to see me come. You want to see strings of hot jizz all over my hairy body, don’t you." All I could manage at this point was a nod. His hand began to fly up and down on his dick as he stared at me. Then he came. His cum spewed out all over his hairy stomach and chest. Some even landed in the hair on his head. He put some on one of his fingers, and came towards me. He put his cum-covered finger in my mouth, and said, "Next time, you can taste a lot more of this." I knew that this was the beginning of a mutually beneficial relationship.