Gay Erotic Stories

I travel quite a bit on business, and find myself in lonely hotel rooms at least 3 nights each week. I actually enjoy the time to myself, and use the opportunity to finish up on the day's work, or just read all the novels I've been intending to get to. I was in Austin a few months ago, spending the last of 3 nights at a Radisson hotel just a few miles from downtown. It was a gorgeous evening, and I opted to spend some time down by the pool, instead of cooped up in the room. I grabbed my novel, a beer, and a towel, and locked the door behind me. I had the pool to myself for about 10 minutes when I heard the gate open, and saw a strikingly handsome man enter the area. He walked over to the chaise lounge on the opposite side of the pool, laid his towel across it, and slipped out of his tennis shoes. He wore khaki short and a faded T-shirt, which revealed nicely defined legs and arms, covered with dark fur. I guess he was about 47-48 years old, with black hair, graying around the temples and neck, and a neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper moustache. Now I have a weakness for an older, professional-type man, so this guy was definitely getting my attention. It was when he pulled that T-shirt up over his head that I thought I would forget to breathe! I have always admired hairy men, and this guy had the most perfect distribution of body hair I have ever seen. Thick fur covering his nicely-defined pecs (not overly muscular), and stopping abruptly at his nipple line, then cascading down to his bathing suit in a dark, soft trail. I tried to read my book, or at least pretended to be reading, as he walked around the pool and headed for the hot tub. He slipped into the hot, bubbling water as he rolled his head around on his neck, and flexed his shoulders as if working out a tense muscle. I DID notice his gold wedding band, though, and figured this guy would just be a nice distraction for a few minutes, or a hot memory as I jerked off before drifting off to sleep. Not being able to concentrate on my book, and with the buzz of a beer already pleasantly underway, I decided I needed a good hot soak myself. I crossed over to the tub, and slipped in next to him. "Sorry", I said. "Didn't mean to interrupt you... you look very relaxed". He opened his eyes and gave me an adorable half-smile, moving over a little to his left. "I sure wish I COULD relax", he replied. "Been in the car all morning, in meetings all afternoon, and still have a deskful of work to get done." From this angle, I could tell that he was at least in his late 40's, maybe even early 50's. There was a good bit more grey in the hair than I had seen earlier, and even in the chest hair, which now floated provocatively on top of the water. The deep creases around his eyes only added to the distinguished, businessman look. We chatted for about 20 minutes about our jobs, families, travels - I decided this guy was as straight as they come, but sure enjoyed being next to him in the tub. Again, he flexed his neck and shoulders, and reached around to rub the base of his skull. "I think this hot tub is what I needed tonight. I've been tense all day, and hoped the jets of water would relax my shoulders. I seem to carry all my tension in my shoulders and neck." Here was my chance, I thought. "What you need", I replied, "is a good massage. I don't think the water's gonna do it for you. You need someone to get in there with their thumbs and really rub your stress away". "Yeah, I guess I do", he admitted. "Wish I knew where to go in this town". It was time to reel him in, so to speak - he was following my lead hook,line, and sinker. "Actually, I give a great massage. Just an amateur, but I've taken some classes, and I think I've gotten pretty good." He didn't respond for what seemed like an eternity, just staring down at the water, as if embarrassed or unsure. "I could really use the practice.... you'd be doing me a favor", I added. He smiled sleepishly, shrugged his shoulders, and said "Sure, why not". "Great", I said. "Tell you what...... let me go back to my room, change, and get a bottle of massage oil. I'll meet you back in your room in 10 minutes. Just wrap a towel around yourself." He gave me that sexy half-grin again. "Sounds good to me. I'm in room 214". Ten minutes later, I gently wrapped on the door of room 214. Another eternity seemed to go by until I finally heard the deadbolt turn and the door open. He gave me that grin, and opened the door wider. A white towel wrapped around his midsection, the rest of his beautifully-defined, hairy frame exposed. He closed the door behind us, and just put his hands on his hips. I sensed that he was fairly nervous, so I took the lead. "Why don't you lie on your back to start, with your head at the foot of the bed. I'll put these pillows under your knees and ankles for support. He did as I instructed, without saying a word. He rested his arms at his side, and closed his eyes. I knelt at the foot of the bed, with his head just inches from my stomach, as I opened the oil, and warmed a small amount in my hands for a few seconds. I gently placed my palms on his shoulders, and spread the oil over his upper chest, neck, and arms. Cradling his neck in my hands, I kneaded the tense muscles of his neck and shoulders. I didn't get any response at first, but with continued massaging, I could feel him start to relax. I used my oily thumbs to firmly press into his trapezius muscles, and along the length of his neck. Finally I heard him moan softly, almost imperceptively. I was nervous, too, but was considerably more relaxed when I heard that soft moan. He was enjoying the massage. I spread a little more oil onto his chest, and firmly worked his pecs. My palms brushed over his nipples lightly, but I didn't want to overdo it. I got the distinct impression that this was a straight man who just wanted a good massage. I didn't want to ruin it by pushing my luck and getting too erotic. But he seemed to twitch and shudder a bit each time I made contact with those hairy nipples. I remained professional, though.... at least for now. I re-oiled my hands and crawled up on the bed, kneeling beside him. I worked one arm, then the other, from shoulder to fingertips. He seemed to really enjoy the massage of his hands, so I spent some extra time there. He had big, well-proportioned hands, with dark hair covering the back side of them. I shifted my weight and massaged his legs next. With him still on his back with his eyes closed, I first lifted one leg, then the other, as I worked thigh and calf, using long, luxurious strokes. His lips had parted how, and he was not trying to hide his moans and sighs. I suggested that he roll over now, and I'd work his back. He had a patch of wispy, dark hair on his shoulders, and down each side of his back. Just a trace of very fine hair, though... certainly not a bear. I first massaged his upper back while standing at the foot of the bed, over his head, with my well-oiled fingers and thumbs firmly kneading his shoulders. With each stroke, I went lower on his back - down his spine with my thumbs, then luxurious up-strokes with my palms up his sides. When I had fully oiled his back, and played a little with that patch of fur in the small of his back, I coyly suggested that he remove the towel. I explained that I would like to use full-body strokes from the shoulders to his ankles. But I made it clear that I would do it only if he was comfortable with the idea. Surprisingly, he didn't hesitate at all, and lifted his hips to pull the towel out from around him. I almost came right then and there when I saw that hairy butt! The patch of hair in the small of his back just kept going. I oiled and kneaded his butt cheeks, careful not to get too sexual. Then, I got up on the bed again, took both hands, and firmly stroked his shoulders, down his back, over the butt, and down the legs to his ankles. I made several passes over his body in this manner with firm strokes, each time getting more of the inside surface of his thighs. Occasionally, I would brush his perineum and hairy balls, and he would actually seem to shift his hips as if humping the sheets. After about 10 minutes of this head-to-toe stroking, I once again asked him to roll over onto his back. This time, he hesitated, as if embarrassed. "I don't know if I can", he said. "You kinda got me going, if you know what I mean." I very professionally said that that's not anything to be embarrassed about, and I'm glad that he enjoyed the massage. "That's all right", I said, "roll over". He slowly rolled onto his back, and displayed a beautiful erection. He simply closed his eyes and placed his arms at his side, as if he wanted me to continue my work. "Most people are aroused by massage", I explained as I worked some more on his hairy chest and stomach. "I'm glad you responded the way you did, actually. I tells me that you're relaxed and allowing yourself to feel pleasurable sensations." Now, as I kneaded his pecs, I lightly pinched and caressed his nipples, and he groaned quite loudly. I even saw his hips begin to rotate and buck slightly. I rubbed down over his stomach, and around his genitals, just brushing his balls with my thumbs as I massaged his inner thighs. This time, his legs spread wide open, and he sighed a loud sigh. "I'd like to provide total relaxation", I told him softly. "If you'd let me, I could finish up by oiling your cock with my hands, or using my mouth". He didn't say a word. "Would you like me to use my hands or my mouth", I repeated. Finally, he softly replied, "Would you use your mouth?" I lowered myself over his torso and touched the tip of his perfectly-erect penis to my tongue, then slowly swirled it around the rim of the head. He gasped loudly, and reached up to grab my arm. Slowly, he began caressing my arm as I continued to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. I was using both hands now to grab the base of his dick, gently but firmly massaging his balls, pubic area, and inner thighs as I sucked. I felt his testicles tighten into his body, and his breathing increase. Working a little faster now, I used my oily hands to pump the base of his cock in a milking fashion, as I swirled my tongue furiously over the head, then lunging down with my deep throat. He finally let out a loud groan, and thrust his hips toward me. Jets of hot cum splashed over my tongue and against my throat. His hands clenched my upper arms as his legs and hips twitched in rhythmic convulsions. He was still cumming. I was able to swallow most of it, but allowed a little squirt to land on my upper lip. I used his dick to rub that cum around my mouth, lips, and cheek. He went flaccid in my hands almost instantly, and his breathing returned to normal. He didn't say a word. After a few minutes, I got up to a standing position, took one or two more strokes around his chest and stomach with my oily hands, and said "I sure hope you enjoyed it as much as I did". All he could say was "God, that was awesome". He wrapped the towel around himself again as he let me out the door, and I heard the deadbolt click into place behind me. I returned to my room, and jacked off to the most powerful orgasm I ever had! It was probably the most erotic hour or my life.