Gay Erotic Stories

Long Hot Summer I live in half of a house owned by a local school teacher Dan Hardwick. Dan and his wife live there during the school year, but in the summer they usually leave Alaska and travel while someone house sits. Our apartments are separate, but we share a bathroom and the laundry facilities. Dan is kind of a wimp, the kind of teacher that the kids run over, who never makes a decisive statement without hemming and hawing around. He talks with a bit of a femmy voice, but according to his wife, he’s anything but fem. I don’t like him, but live here because the rent is cheaper than anyplace else in town and the apartment is nice. One day in early June Dan knocked on the door that separates my apartment from theirs. “I’m leaving today and heading for Pennsylvania,” he said in a whiny voice. “So who’s going to house sit this summer?” I asked. Usually he was pretty specific so that I knew when people were coming and going. This year I had heard nothing. “Oh, my brother is coming in today, on the same plane we’re leaving on. He’ll just bring the car back here, but he’ll probably crash because he’s been flying most of the night. His name is Carl,” Dan added matter of factly. “Carl? What does he do that he can take the whole summer off?” I inquired. “Well, he works in video and magazines, sort of a self-employed entrepreneur. He’s been under a lot of stress lately and needs a place to ‘get his head together’ for a couple of months. So don’t expect him to entertain you,” Dan said with a negative tone. He was so good at those! “I won’t. But hey, can I take him fishing or up to the cabin for a while?” “Sure. That may be just what the guy needs.” With that Dan was off, hurrying around picking up suitcases and baggage, and rushing with fake intensity. Carl Hardwick. Hmmm, I wondered if this could be the bear muscular stud that had me cumming and cumming from day to day. I quickly went to the computer and called up every site I knew on the internet that had photos of Carl Hardwick. Could I be so lucky as to have this massive stud living on the other side of a flimsy wooden door. To be sure, I’d never lock that door this summer. As some of the pictures loaded into my computer, I got a raging hard-on. I ran to the video machine and popped in “Bear in the Woods,” the solo flick with Carl chopping wood, posing outside near Lake Tahoe, and shaving his massive hairy body. My dick was throbbing and bursting out of its skin. I had to undo my jeans and whack off right there, creaming the TV as I often did. I had plenty to do that day, and couldn’t get side tracked with the thoughts of this hunk coming into my life. And hey, maybe I was wrong. Surely there must be any number of men named Carl Hardwick. Besides, I didn’t really know if Carl was interested in men. Most of the stuff I had seen him do was solo stuff: posing, jacking off, just being the world’s most gorgeous stud. Maybe he wasn’t interested in sucking and fucking my brains out, but I was interested in doing it to him. I left at the same time as Dan did, needing to get to the bank, get some groceries, and do some other errands. It took my mind off from the prospects the lie ahead. When I got back to the house, Dan’s car was back. This meant that Carl had indeed arrived and had come home. I literally sprinted into the house, listened carefully, opened the door adjoining the apartments, and listened again. There was no noise at all. “Hello,” I said tentatively. There was no response. I walked very quietly past the bathroom we all shared, up the hall to where the guest room was. The door was ajar. Be still me heart. I peeked in and there, in full sight, lay Carl Hardwick, super stud, naked and asleep on the bed. A bit of the sheet was over his legs, but the rest of his glorious body was very visible. I studied him from head to toe. His face was square, hard, and fur covered. His bushy moustache covered his thick, sucking lips. He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in several days. His massive arms were relaxed, but I could still see the veins in his biceps and down his forearm. His chest was covered with a blanket of thick black fur. His abs were defined, though not hard. Below was his furry belly button, and on down the fur became thicker. His man sized cock looked even bigger than in the photographs. I think because the rest of his body is so massive, the dick looks smaller in the pictures. But here, in real life, he looked huge. I wanted to take out my tape measure to find out how much meat there was here to swallow. My raging man meat was spurting in my jeans, and I quickly ran back to my apartment to clean up. I waited in my apartment until I was sure he was awake. I heard the shower running about an hour later. How could I have a “chance” meeting in the bathroom without being too obvious. I decided I couldn’t. When the water stopped, I placed myself in the hallway. I was wearing the tightest jeans I own, with no underwear, a baggy tank top that showed off my hard pecs, and I was glad I had not shaved that morning and a good deal of stubble had already appeared. I tried to be casual, not wanting to appear that I was “on the make” even though I really knew I was. Suddenly I heard the door rattle and Carl appeared, wrapped in a towel that he had folded in half lengthwise, so that it barely covered his manhood. He had pulled it very tight around his hard waist. “Uh, high,” I stammered, holding out my hand, “You must be Carl.” “Yup,” he bellowed in a deep, resonant voice. “You must be my roomy for the summer.” “I am,” I said weakly, knowing my dick was already standing at attention and my knees were giving way. “Welcome to Alaska.” “Yeah, I’m looking forward to some time alone,” he said as he brushed past me and went into his room. Shit. What kind of a summer is this going to be? He’s not interested, and I’m depressed! About an our later I looked out my window to see Carl chopping wood. We had a steam (like a sauna) and Dan must have told him that he needed to chop wood if he was going to use it. He had on very tight, worn jeans and a tight fitting white t-shirt. Every vein and muscle in his body showed through the sweat stained shirt, and I decided to make my move. I went outside, still dressed as I was in the hallway. I figured that if he didn’t make the first move, I’d have to. He spoke first. “So what do you think of this pile of wood? Is it enough for a night in the steam?” “Sure, it looks good for several nights,” I offered. He put the axe down and stripped off his t-shirt. Sweat was rolling down his nipples and into the channel in the center of his torso that divided the six pack. I placed my hand on my growing, throbbing cock, and deliberately stroked up and down, tracing the outline of the nine inches of love muscle. Carl noticed my movements right away. “You want something?” he asked in a kind of teasing, southern drawl. “Hell yes, you know I do.” I got up and moved over next to him, I could smell the sweat and his musky manhood. I was about 6 foot tall, and had to still look up a little to gaze into his deep brown eyes. I noticed that his jeans were unbuttoned at the top. He put his massive hands around my neck and pulled me close. His moustache was wet with sweat, and his stubble glistened in the sunlight. He opened his mouth and slowly stuck his tongue out and into my waiting mouth. The flavor of salt and manhood sent me into a frenzy. I placed my hands down on his basket and realized that his dick was hard and throbbing too. I slipped the zipper down and cupped his hot balls in my hands. He continued to deep throat me with his probing tongue and I had to pull away. “Come with me over to the steam. It’s not hot, but the bench will make it easier to do whatever you want to do to me.” We walked quickly behind the house to the small shed that was the steam. I clicked the light on and sat on the bench. Carl let his eyes adjust and just stood there looking at me. “You sure are one hot little bugger,” he said, again in that slow, southern drawl. “Me? What about you, Adonis god? I have had 20,000 wet dreams and jack offs with you, man. Now take off those jeans and give me what I’ve been waiting for all my life.” Carl slowly removed his work boots, socks, and jeans. His hard dick stood totally erect and ready. Just seeing this huge, hairy, muscular bear man in my presence made me cum, massive amounts in my jeans, before he could even touch me. He came close with his dick bobbing up and down. My tongue went to work. I flicked and sucked and finally took the entire length and girth of his bear meat into my mouth. His salty precum tasted so good, and the sweat and musky taste made me instantly hard again. Back and forth he went, flexing his ass muscles as he came in and pulling out slowly. Just as I was ready to cum myself, I felt him tense. I pulled him close, keeping his whole penis in my mouth, until he exploded. Man did he explode. I drank every precious drop. I let him slowly pull out his dick after it went somewhat soft. Then he sat next to me and placed his hand on my dick. I had already cum twice, which he may not have even noticed. It wasn’t difficult for me to get rock hard and hot again. Carl was licking and kissing my ears and neck and I was rough and ready in no time. I told him to get up on all fours on the bench and I would ride him like a bucking, fucking bronco. I reached into the drawer below the bench and pulled out a condom. I asked him to put it on my hard dick, and he obliged. I inserted my throbbing dick into his ready hole and pushed. It went in with ease as he flexed and pulled. I was going straight to orgasm heaven, and blew a huge load, my third, in no time. I stood up and when I looked over at Carl, his ten incher was hard and ready to go again. “Hey, muscle stud, try something different this time,” I taunted. He pulled on a latex sheath and turned me around. With his massive arms he reached around to my front, pinched my nipples, and rubbed his hard rod against my ass. I wasn’t much for butt fucking, but Carl had something else in mind. He told me to stand on the bench of the steam and lean back into him. He was holding a great deal of my weight in his massive arms. His dick inserted into my ass, coming up and down on his dick as he worked out his massive arms by pushing me up and down. I couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he was. His long dick was going in and out and I was quite literally sitting in his arms. No wonder he had such massive arms! He blew his load in my ass in no time, and I collapsed onto his arms. He reached around and turned me, and we kissed a long and passionate kiss. My long time fantasy had come true, and I knew it was going to be a long hot summer. “So, Carl, when do you have to leave?” I asked. “Oh, maybe in a couple of months. Maybe not. I could work from here. You could become my business manager. You see, I’m here because I’ve had a falling out with my so called friends at Colt. We’ll see what the summer brings,” he said, smiling. I knew what the summer would bring.....long hot days and nights of sex, sex and more sex. I could hardly wait.