Gay Erotic Stories

It's not the first time this has happened to me, and it probably won't be the last either. I was at the neighborhood gas station/convenience mart and watched as this real hunky guy left his wife (?) pumping the gas while he headed off to the store area. He looked hot! Really hot in a pair of khaki slacks (nicely filled out by a solid muscular butt) and a T-shirt that wasn't quite long enough to meet the top of the khakis. I watched him go into the store and I went to the cash machine outside, hoping to end up at the check-out counter at the same time as him. It took longer for me to get my money (some kind of fuck-up in the bank's computer) and I was almost afraid that he would be gone by the time I went in. Luckily for me, there was a line at the check-out as well and he'd had to wait a few moments. As I went in I sneaked a quick look at him, mentally sizing him up. He wasn't really big, several inches shorter than me in fact, but I liked how he was put together. I stole a look at his back side, appreciating how nicely he filled out those pants and he leaned forward for something to show me that his lower back was nicely dusted with brown hair. Aw shit, I've got this real thing for hairy guys, and any guy who's lower back has hair on it probably has a really furry butt and a good deal on the rest of his body too. I stood next to him and tried to figure out a way to check out his partially bare belly. Squatting down in front of the check-out counter I pretended to be trying to locate a certain flavor of gum. In reality though, I turned my head and glanced up to take note of his nicely haired belly. Oh yeah, it was almost as if he'd worn that short shirt to advertise what he had to fur-freaks like me. I was all set to follow him out the door and invite him to meet me at the cheap "no-tell" motel a mile or so down the road. The problem was that the girlfriend showed up. It was pretty obvious that they weren't married. Neither of them wore a wedding ring and she certainly looked far too young. The hunk had a six pack of beer and two bottles of champagne on the counter and the cashier asked for an I.D. He was apparently satisfied that the guy was of legal age and didn't question the girl. "Looks like you're celebrating" he said, and the hunk said that they were indeed. Damn! The girl put her arm around the guy, her hand right on that area of his lower back that so turned me on with the patch of hair on it. "C'mon let's go!" she urged him, pulling him toward the door. I watched them leave, followed them out the door and (at a safe distance) tailed them as they drove to the very motel where I'd imagined taking this guy to fool around. How much crueler could it be? I watched the hunk go into the office and saw him come out a few moments later, holding a key in his hand. He climbed back into the car and drove to the end unit of the dive motel. I was so bummed out that I parked my car and went to the bar that was connected to the motel. I must've been there for a couple of hours at least, ordering one drink and then another in an attempt to forget about how hot that guy had looked in that too-short shirt. All of a sudden I looked up and noticed something in the mirror above the bar. It was him! He was coming into the bar and ...oh shit...he was going to sit right next to me. "You mind if I sit here?" he asked, and I was so excited I couldn't even speak. All I could do was nod my head. "Beer" he told the bartender and (almost as if to anticipate it) he flashed his drivers license to the bartender. When Bud (I came here often enough to know the bartender by name) turned and went to get his beer I leaned over and asked it the ID was real. "Hell yeah, I'm 23!" he said, and I just looked at him and said "And I'm Abraham Lincoln". "Glad to meet you Mr. Lincoln, I'm Josh Logan" he said, holding out his hand to me. I reached out and took his hand, giving him my real name now. "You live around here Duncan?" he asked and I replied that I spent part of each year here in the area where I was born and raised. "How about you? You traveling through the area?" I asked, not trying to tip my hand that I'd seen him check into the motel with a companion. "You could say that" he said, a sheepish grin on his face. "Look Duncan, I'm gonna level with you. I've got this seventeen year old girl in the room who told me she wanted to "become a woman" with me. I got us a couple of bottles of champagne and she passed out. At least that's what she wants me to think happened. I think she got a look at what was about to bust her cherry and she changed her mind!" "Well, if she's underage you might be better off letting her think she's tricked you. You could be in big trouble if she was to tell her daddy about this" I warned him. "Yeah, I thought about that myself" he said, as he gulped down the rest of his first beer and tipped the glass to the bartender for a refill. "And get my friend here another of whatever he's drinking" he said. "How about you Duncan" he said, so out of the blue that I was taken aback by the comment. "You got a daddy somewhere to tell if I ask you to go join me in one of these other vacant rooms? You're not underage are you? And from the way you were checking me out back at that gas station I'll bet you aren't scared of how big I am either!" "Was I that obvious? What gave it away?" I asked him, and he explained that the only gum on the bottom shelf was bubble-gum. "They purposely put it down there to get the little kids interested in it at their eye level. Trust me, I used to work in my old man's drugstore". "That must've been convenient for stealing condoms back when you were a teenager" I suggested, an he admitted that he'd lifted more than a few of them. "I brought a dozen of them along tonight to keep that bitch from getting pregnant, but I left 'em back in the room". "Doesn't matter" I told him. "I like to live dangerously. There's nothing like the feel of a big cock exploding it's load directly up my ass-hole!" As I said that I ran my hand up his leg, resting it right on his crotch and determining immediately that his was indeed a VERY big cock. "Why don't you go get us a room" he suggested, adding that it might look suspicious to the desk clerk if he were to ask for a second one. My heart pounded as I stood in front of the motel office waiting for him to come out of the bar. I figured he wanted to finish his drink, but it the few seconds of delay were driving me crazy. I couldn't wait to get him into the room that I'd ended up putting on my VISA card because I didn't have enough cash to pay for the night. I wasn't about to go back to the cash-machine at the gas station for fear that he'd change his mind or go back and give that young bitch another chance at him. He came out and I waved the key in his direction, just as he'd done the girl earlier. "C'mon let's get started" I said, and almost before we had the door to the room closed I had my hands up the front of his shirt. "Oh yeah, oh shit! I was hoping you'd be hairy!" I told him as I ran my hands all over the thick blanket that coated his belly and his chest. "Here, get this damned thing off!" I said, practically ripping the shirt up over his head. I cupped my hands over his nicely haired pecs, squeezing them gently and loving the feel of the downy coating against my hands. I licked my lips, looked into his eyes to see what his reaction to that was and he leaned forward to touch his mouth to mine. I picked up on that and started kissing him hard, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth and felt his suck me inside. We kissed for a long time while he fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. If he was disappointed at my lack of chest/belly hair he didn't indicate it. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with the fact that my nipples were hard as bullets due to the level of excitement he'd driven me to. As he licked and sucked and chewed on my tits I moaned and told him how great it felt, and before I knew it he was trailing his mouth from the center of my chest down the line to my navel and then beyond. I felt him unzip my jeans and my own fully erect cock flopped out (I seldom wear underwear, especially when my laundry hasn't been done for as long as it hasn't been done lately). I didn't last long, pumping out a huge load right into his sucking mouth. He managed to pull my pants all the way down while he was blowing me, pushed me back to the bed and before I knew it I was on my back with my legs up over his shoulders, begging for him to shove his hard, fat cock way up my hot ass-hole. There's been only one guy who fucked me with a bigger cock than Josh Logan and that's my step-dad. He's the one who busted my tight ass-hole one night when I was home for a long weekend from college. I don't know if my mom caught him fucking some other young guy, but they're no longer married. Anyhow, Josh's fat foot-long dick filled me like I'd not been filled in years and years and when he blasted his first load up my butt it felt like a god-damned Roman candle exploding it's various stages into me. Even my step-dad hadn't turned me on like that. I wrapped my legs around his hairy butt and squeezed against him to drive him as deep as possible into me. Later, as we lay there recuperating from our very physical coupling I told him how much I liked his hairy lower back. "What about my ass, you like that?" he asked, and I told him it looked good enough to eat. Well, that's all it took, and before I could count to three he was sitting his hairy ass right on my face, giving my tongue full access to his furry fuck-hole. I shoved it way up his hole, flicking it and teasing the tight muscle-ring right inside his butt. Later on, after I'd driven him to the point where he begged me to fuck him he admitted to me that I was the first to ever do that. "You mean I'm the first to rim you?" I asked, and he shocked me with his answer. "No, you're the first to fuck me!" "Oh shit, I'm sorry!" I apologized. "Had I known I was the first I wouldn't have been so rough" "No, that's what I liked best!" he said, and we kissed again, long and hard. Josh called a taxi to take the girl home. Then he and I spent the rest of that night and the next three days there in that motel getting "acquainted" with every inch of one another's body. He admitted that the ID had been a fake, that he was only nineteen. The idea that he could be as hairy as he was at that age only made him more appealing to me, and I invited him to move into my house right on the spot. That was four years ago, and we've not spent a night apart since then. The only thing that's changed since out first night together in that motel is that he's gotten even more thickly coated with soft brown hair than he was back then. He's still got that sexy shirt that doesn't quite go down all the way to the top of his pants. I won't let him wear it anywhere but at home, and whenever he does wear it I don't let him wear it very long!