Gay Erotic Stories

My parents made a deal with me before I left to go to college: If I maintained at least a 3.0 GPA all the way through, however much money I saved they would match it and buy me a car for graduation. My senior year I knew exactly what I wanted: a VW GTI. And I knew exactly how much money I needed. In addition to cramming for my courses to keep my grades up, I was also working three part-time jobs. I didn't have time for a social life, much less sex, so I jacked off constantly. I love hairy guys, and I saw them everywhere: in class, in the gym, on the street. Usually, when I finally got home at night, I'd pick the hottest one I'd seen during the day, and concoct a sexual fantasy about him and beat off before drifting off to sleep. How my luck was due to change! One of my jobs was at a pharmacy near campus, where a lot of young professionals lived, in addition to the students. One afternoon just before closing, a guy came in. He was about my height - 5'9" - but stocky: thick, curly blondish-brown hair and glasses. He was wearing slacks and a shirt and tie, so I figured he worked downtown. His sleeves were rolled up, and I could see thick curly hair the same color as on his head on his muscular forearms. He came to the counter and I went to ring up his purchases. I looked down and it was a box of Magnum condoms -- the ones for men with big dicks -- and some lube. I looked up at him and blushed scarlet. He grinned at me and winked. I rang him up and he left, whistling to himself. I don't know how I restrained myself from racing to the bathroom and pulling myself into a frenzy, but somehow I made it back to my apartment, where I masturbated 3 times thinking about this humpy hairy hunk. Two nights later I was doing my laundry at the laundromat when he walked in. The only washer free was next to mine, and he came over and said, "Hey, you're the guy from the pharmacy!" I could only gulp and nod. He asked how I was doing and started sorting his clothes. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and moccasins. His legs were just as hairy and muscular as his arms. I was getting an erection just looking at him. He bent over to pick the dirty laundry out of his basket and his t-shirt rode up and I saw at the base of his back this small, but very thick, patch of curly hair that rose out of a pair of worn jockey shorts: again the same blond/brown color as the rest of his hair. Before I could even think to stop myself, I reached down and grabbed his patch of fur and tugged it! "Yowtch!" he said! He jumped up and gave me a speculative look. "Our loads will take about 30 minutes to wash. I live around the corner. Want to go for a quick one?" I couldn't believe it; couldn't speak; just nodded dumbly and away we went. The door clicked shut and he shrugged off his t-shirt, kicked off his sandals and dropped his shorts in about 5 seconds. His jockey shorts were worn, with holes in them. Hanging low on his hips with an immense bulge of bulky genitals straining the fabric downward between his legs. He looked at me and grinned, and then bent over and put his hand back between his legs, and hooked his fingers through one of the tears in the fabric in the back, and pulled it forward. With one loud ripping sound, he pulled the fabric away all the way toward the front and his cock and balls spilled out. His penis was enormous: not even erect yet and it was like a beer can. But more amazing were his immense balls, dangling heavy in their sack between his legs. And still more of that beautiful curly blond/brown hair. His penis was molded to the shape of his huge scrotum by his sweat, so he grabbed it with his hand and shook it loose. His heavy genitals were now swaying between his legs. I got naked almost as fast as he did. I don't feel like I'm anything special looks-wise, but I saw the look of lust and excitement in his eyes, and watched his enormous penis starting to grow, so I know I was turning him on. He walked over to me, and without a word picked me up in his arms and carried me into his bedroom. He was so muscular, it seemed perfectly easy for him. His sense of mastery and control was so effortless; it was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced. We lay on the bed kissing, stroking each other's cocks. I picked up his peach-sized balls time after time, squeezing and stroking them. Then we started to suck each other. It was all I could do to even get the head and some of the shaft of his monster into my mouth. He wasn't just a beer can; he was almost a 16-ouncer! What a gift! Then, he rolled over and pulled the box of Magnums out of his nightstand. "Remember these?" he said, "I've been thinking about using one with you ever since the other night. In fact, I've jacked off three times picturing being with you like this." With what was obviously a LOT of practice, he rolled his thick, generous foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger of one hand, and rolled the Magnum on with the other. His encased penis looked like a salami. I felt the breath starting to catch in my throat as I wondered how I could ever accept this enormous man inside my body. He got up on his knees and lifted me up off the bed and positioned me on my hands and knees. Again, his physical strength and total mastery of the situation left me breathless. I didn't care what happened next I was so turned on by this hairy blond god. I felt the head of his penis pressing against my anus. I've always preferred being on the bottom, and I've been with some pretty big guys, but nobody could possibly prepare me for this. He was grunting and straining trying to push the head in, and I was whimpering and groaning with pain. All of a sudden, without any warning, he let loose a stinging smack of his hand on my ass, as hard as he could. I gasped in shock and pain, but he had a plan, because the surprise made my anus let loose, and the next thing I knew, his huge penis was firmly and fully settled inside me. "Good God, I didn't think it would be possible to fit that into me!" I gasped. He was grunting and moaning as he started to push back and forth inside me. He began this long slow stroking motion pulling it nearly all the way out of me, then sliding it in again. After a few minutes, he stopped and held himself about 1/3 of the way in, and said, "Hold still, and let me turn you around." Again, he showed his strength and literally spun me around his enormous cock as he turned me around. It was all I could do to move my leg to swing clear of his head as he swung me around with his gigantic fuck-pole still firmly lodged inside me. With me now facing him, he slowly lowered my ass onto the bed. I reached up and grabbed thick, greedy handfuls of chest and belly hair. "Look at me," he commanded. "I want to see you feeling me inside of you." I couldn't believe it. He was so big, it was like he was blocking out the light. All I could see or understand was him jackhammering himself into my body, cementing us together as one. I felt him start to speed up, and his grunts and groans became faster. Then, he pulled out of me. I literally heard a 'pop' as his cock separated from my body. In one practiced movement, he ripped the condom off his cock and one-handed tossed it into the wastebasket. His penis was enormous, rigidly swollen and purple from its wild ride inside me. He grabbed it with two hands and stroked it up and down while his groans quickly turned to shouts. He started cumming and it was like nothing I've ever seen. Most guys either shoot off a few hard squirts, or else it sort of dribbles out of them. This was neither: it was more like peeing. He didn't shoot very far, but he didn't have to since I was right under him. What it was, was this incredible, almost continuous flow of semen that just ran steadily out his cock, almost like a faucet. It completely covered my chest and belly, and I was jacking myself like crazy so I shot all over myself too. It just went on and on and on, the semen pouring out of his purple swollen cock all over me. Finally, he collapsed next to me and started laughing. I looked at the sweat glistening in his furry chest, and then looked down at my body. The amount of semen on me was unbelievable. It looked like six guys had gotten off, not just two. I decided I had to show him the same sort of control that he'd shown me, so with no warning, I rolled on top of him and wrapped my arms around him and held on for dear life. I could feel the hair coursing down his entire body, and his still hard erection in between us. I slid back and forth grinding our shared loads in between us. "Jesus! Goddamn!" he shouted. As strong as he was he couldn't break free. When he stopped struggling, I looked down at his smiling face and we kissed again. When I rolled off him, his entire torso looked like he'd been massaged with liquid soap. His thick, curly chest and belly hair was completely saturated with our semen. He hopped up and went to the cupboard and grabbed a white towel. "No, that won't do!" he said. "I've got to do dark loads next." So he grabbed two dark ones, and kept one and tossed the other one to me. We cleaned ourselves up, and then he threw them both into a bag. We put our clothes back on, kissed one more time, high-fived each other, and then went back to the laundromat to do our next loads. "A load and a load," I whispered to him. "That's my kind of Thursday night." "Mine too," he said. "Want to make it a regular thing?" The morning of graduation, my new GTI was waiting in front of my apartment with a big bow on it. That night, I sucked him in it and he came so hard he shot his load through the sunroof. I think he's going to be in my life for a while.