Gay Erotic Stories

We'd lived in that house for several years and it just got too small for us. I figured it would sell immediately and couldn't believe when it didn't. Each time of the year presents a new pain-in-the-ass as far as owning a vacant home. In the winter it was the danger of freezing pipes. Spring rains brought the threat of flooding, and in the summer the lawn had to be mowed. Oh sure, we could've rented the place out but then it would be harder to sell if an interested buyer came around. One Sunday morning late in August I went to the old house to cut the grass. Down at the end of the driveway was the Realtor's sign and one of those little mail-box type things that had a printed sheet for prospective buyers to take for details about the house. When I pulled into the driveway I checked the box to see how many flyers were left and there were none. It pissed me off that almost EVERY time I came by the box was empty and I was tempted to change our Realtor...again! I noticed a Jeep 4x4 pull into the drive and the guy behind the wheel got out to get a copy of the flyer. Determined as I was to unload this house I ran down the long gravel drive to catch him before he managed to get away. I called out to him as he was about to pull away and he stopped but didn't yet get back out of the car volunteered to take him through the house myself -- that's how badly I wanted to get rid of the place. "Yeah okay, that's fine" he said, and he drove up the long drive ahead of me. By the time I reached the house he'd already climbed out and the sight of him damned near took my breath away. When he was inside the 4x4 I hadn't noticed how incredibly well-built he was. Not very tall, he was in fact, several inches shorter than me. His chest was huge though, it must've been 52 inches across, and his shoulders and neck muscles bulged and rippled, training the material of his white T-shirt. Had it been a regular material it wouldn't have withstood the strain of his huge beefy arms.....only the fact that it was a stretchy cotton shirt did it maintain it's full form without ripping. While his chest was about twice the size of mine I'll bet his waist was smaller than my 34 inch one. The effect (the contrast between chest and waist) was awe-inspiring. He wore a pair of extremely tight, extremely short cut-off blue jean-shorts, so short that his huge thighs gave the impression of being pinched by the denim. His narrow waist ballooned out considerably with a big fleshy butt and the pouch in front of the shorts bulged out quite a bit. Low cut tennis shoes (they appeared to be quite a bit smaller than my gun-boats) and no socks finished off the outfit this humpy stud wore, and the best part of it all was the thick coating of coarse dark hair that covered every exposed part of his body....his bulging arms, his beefy legs, tufts of fluffy stuff even poked out the top of his shirt. I opened the door to the house and walked him through it, hardly able to speak coherently because I was so excited by his hot body. After we'd finished the entire "tour" he asked to see the master bedroom again. It had a luxury bath with a whirlpool, and he asked how many could fit into the tub. I explained that it sort of depended on the size of the inhabitants. "I mean, my wife and I used to climb in together, back when we were getting along better than we do now anyway" I said, realizing that I'd perhaps said too much to him. "But what if it's someone like me, and maybe another someone like me. Will the floor supports hold up.... if we get sort of .....well, you know....sort of ....physical?" "Oh yeah, I'm sure they will, I know the guy who put this tub in for us and he wouldn't do anything that would be defective" I assured him. At the time I didn't even realize that he was opening the door for me to suggest that maybe he and I actually TEST the supports beneath the tub to insure their stability. "What's up there?" he asked, pointing to the trap door in the ceiling of the closet that led up into the attic. I explained what it was and he said he'd like to take a look. "Here, give me a boost" he said, and I folded my hands together to make a support for his foot. The proximity of his hairy thigh to my face nearly put me into orbit and I fought off a threat of vertigo. I ended up recovering my balance, but just then he lost his. I couldn't support his weight as he started to tumble, and in a split second we were on the floor of the closet, a mass of arms and legs. Before I could stop it, (as if I wanted to stop it!) we lay there kissing one another. Oh shit, I couldn't believe what a turn-on that was. I'd always sort of wanted to make out with another man, and this sexy hunk was just the type I'd always fantasized about having a one-time sexual encounter with. There were no beds in the house, not even a pile of thick blankets for us to lay on, but it didn't seem to matter much. For the next several hours we took turns sucking and fucking one another. By the time he left I was ready to say goodbye to my family forever and go with him wherever he wanted to go. As I pulled my spent cock out of his hairy ass I caught myself wishing that this really didn't have to be a one-time thing. Later on, as a means of trying to draw it out I said: "So what do you think about the house?" and he admitted to me that he hadn't been nearly so impressed with the house itself as he was with the guy trying to sell it. He went on to explain that he was one of three brothers who were hoping to purchase a home together. "Whoa, you've got a couple of brothers!?" I asked. "Are they as big and hairy as you?" "Nah" he said, and I was immediately disappointed until he continued with "I can't come close to them. Hell, I'm the runt of the family. My brothers are a shit-load bigger, a lot more muscular and (here's the amazing part to believe) they're a lot hairier than me". "Not possible!" I exclaimed and he promised he'd bring both of them back the next weekend to prove it. "I'll work on them between now and then, try to convince them that this place is just what we need for the three of us". ".....unless you'd be willing to turn the three of us into the four of us!" he said, and I damned near leaped across the room and into his arms to accept the invitation. Okay, I ended up never selling the house really. Grant (my hairy-chested lover) and his brothers Tyler and Logan moved into the place the very next weekend after finding out what a great place it was. I blurted out to my family at dinner that I was going to move out, but didn't bother to tell them all the details. It all came out at the divorce proceedings and I walked away with nothing but that house which still had a huge mortgage on it. It was true that Grant was the "little" brother of the three, and you can imagine what having the three of the Blake brothers there did to me. Yeah, there are times when I'll make it with just one of them, times that we'll get a three-some going and other occasions (like most every night) that the four of us just lay around buck naked and do completely decadent things to one another hour after luscious hour. Looking back on it now I can see that keeping that house was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I ended up giving that dumb-assed Realtor a bonus for being such a bad salesman. Hell, if he'd sold the place before Grant showed up that one Sunday I'd never be where I am today.....laying in a huge bed with three hairy bears to fuck the shit out of me.