Gay Erotic Stories

The construction worker ordered a beer from the friendly bartender, tuckered out after a hot, grueling day in the sun. His dirty white T-shirt clung to his sweaty, sculpted chest muscles and biceps, and the bartender flashed him an appreciative grin. The construction guy thought to himself: Damn, if that big ole hunk of beef ain't flirtin' with ME! The brawny bartender gave him a sly wink, then unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of his polo shirt. "Damn AC's on the blink again. Sorry it's so hot in here today, pardner." The construction guy licked his lips, eyeing the burly barman's thick carpet of fur jutting from the opening of his shirt. "Hey, when do ya knock off work today, big guy? How's about letting me buy you a beer?" The bartender smiled. "I'm off duty right now. And you can buy me that beer up in my apartment." He extended his large paw - Even the back of his hand was hairy. "I'm Harry Pex. What's yer name. pardner?" "Max Pump. Pleased to meet ya, Harry." He shook the big man's hand. Harry whispered a few words to his fellow barman, then gestured to the construction worker. "Follow me, Max. I don't live far." Max followed Harry up a dark flight of stairs at the rear of the tavern, and the bartender pushed open a wooden door. "We're here. Me and my bar buddy rent this loft over the tavern. But I promise ya that he won't be interruptin' us this afternoon..." Harry shut the door behind them, and Max checked out his surroundings. The bar loft was dingy, dirty, and rancid. Trash everywhere, and a huge bed with stained sheets occupied the center of the room. It felt like an inferno up there, and sweat began to pour down Max's face and chest in rivulets. Harry crossed the room, and produced a couple of lukewarm beers from a rusty refrigerator. He handed them both to Max while he peeled off his grimy polo shirt. Max's heart began to pound, and he gave a low whistle. Harry was incredibly built, a real powerhouse, and his musclebound torso was carpeted with a thick mat of black hair. Harry started to flex his biceps, and pop his 2 big sweaty, hairy pec muscles. "You like my big ole hairy pecs, Max?" Max smiled. "Yeah, buddy. They look like a couple of hairy slabs of steak - Prime furry beef!" The muscle bear laughed. "Then git over here and work on them for me!" Max needed no further coaxing. He doused the giant's furry pecs in warm beer, then proceeded to lick his pits, pecs, and nipples, engulfing himself in a feast of fur, muscle, and man-scent. Harry grunted his approval, flexing his big hairy chest, enjoying his muscle beer bath. Harry fumbled with his leather belt while Max continued to worship his hairy muscles. Max unfastened the hairy muscleman's belt, and with a single thrust, yanked down his soiled work pants. The giant's huge cock sprang to life, dangling between his hairy tree-trunk thighs like an enormous firehouse, flanked by a couple of equally pendulous balls. Harry clasped his mighty arms behind his head, enjoying the feeling that he was now completely buck naked, while his hunky construction worshiper was still fully clothed. "Yeah, that's it, stud - Worship my big hairy muscle pecs!" Max muffled a gruff reply, his slobbering face buried deeply between those two mountainous mounds of hair and muscle. Harry felt his scum boiling up in his meaty balls, and with a few mighty heaves and grunts, painted the front of Max's T-shirt with thick gobs of musky cum... TO BE CONTINUED