Gay Erotic Stories

Dave and I have worked together now for a little over two years. We work for a rural company that sells farming equipment and supplies. Being out in the country, we ride our mountain bikes a lot after work. We're both about the same size, and I'm in better shape than he is, but I'm also about five years older, so no matter where we go, it seems like we always get there about the same time. We usually ride in shorts, and I am fascinated by how similar our bodies are. We've both got some hair on our chests and forearms, but we're both REALLY hairy from the waist down. We've both got thick patches of fur on our bellies, and lots of hair on our legs. I love to ride behind Dave so I can gaze at the thick tuft at the base of his back that disappears into his shorts. We've never seen each other naked, but I think about what he must look like, and I wonder if he thinks the same way about me. We're always teasing each other about how hairy we are, and making remarks about our sexual abilities. But I'm married, and he's got a girlfriend, so I figured it's just two guys banter and doesn't really mean anything. I was about to find out just how wrong I was. Last Sunday, I came out to get some work done on an airplane that we lease to a local cropduster. Nobody was around, so I stripped down to just my shorts and got to work. I'd been there for about an hour and was pouring sweat because it was so hot. Suddenly, I heard a familiar whizzing sound as Dave rode his bike into the shop. I was lying under the back of the plane with my legs sticking out into the garage, so I could only see his furry legs as he walked over and stood over me. "Jesus, man, I can see your penis!" he said. "Well, I'm not in a position to do anything about that right now, so either move it, or don't look at it" I said. He started talking about where he'd been on his ride, but I noticed that he didn't move at all. I slid out from under the plane, and felt my cock slip out of my shorts. I got up quickly, and we were standing face to face. He was grinning at me like a fool. "What's so funny?" He just kept grinning and put his hand on the front of his shorts, just to one side. I let a long moment pass, and then I said, "So is it the time for the long awaited banana comparison?" He nodded, and I told him to get a couple of the chairs that were stacked against the wall. As he did that, I instantly dropped my shorts. I'm one of those guys whose cock gets long before it gets hard. I was now close to the size of a full hard-on, but still dangling, almost halfway down to my knees. He turned around and saw me and staggered. If he hadn't had the chairs in his hand, I think he would have fallen down. "My God you're big," is all he said. As he stared at me, my cock rose until it was pointing straight ahead of my body. I slowly walked over toward him with it swaying gently from side to side. It reached him before I did, poking him in the stomach. As I took the last couple of steps in to him, it slid up his belly so it was resting against his t-shirt below his chest. As we both gazed at it, a thick drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and slid down the head. He seemed almost stunned, and incapable of movement. I stepped back, and quickly pulled off his t-shirt, and then unbuttoned his shorts, hooked my thumbs inside his boxers and pulled them down. In the space of five seconds, he had gone from the guy I see every day, to the naked vision of what I now realized I had been seeing in my fantasies for months. The thick coating of black fur on his legs was only the beginning. As it climbed up his thighs it became even more coarse and dense. The thick, broad patch on his belly flared outward all the way to his hips, and around to his back onto his ass. As hairy as I am, there are some clear patches on my butt. Dave was another story. From his belly button down to his toes, and all the way up to the crack of his ass, he was just one unbroken carpet of thick, beautiful hair. His cock bush was the densest I have ever seen -- a huge thicket out of which was growing a red, throbbing cock that was a shorter version of mine. It took just moments for us to achieve completely full erections, and we stood there silently staring at each other. Two guys so alike. So hairy, but one much hairier. So big, but one much bigger. "So let's start out by seeing who's bigger," I said, and I clasped our cocks together. It was no contest -- the head and about 2 inches of shaft were proudly sticking up in the air above his. "Okay, let's see who's hairier," he said, and he turned away from me and bent over and put his hands on his knees. Now it was my turn to stagger and lean against the chair. As hairy as the front of him was, there was absolutely no comparison with the incredible carpet that covered the backs of his thighs and his ass. And that was just the beginning -- there was a thick pelt that ran the length of his ass crack, disappearing down between his legs. It almost seemed to be fighting to spread outward from his crack. "Okay, you win," I said as I sank to my knees behind him. His cock bush was so thick that I couldn't even see his balls, so now I reached between his legs and pulled them backward. They were the size of jumbo eggs, and just as hairy as any other part of him. As I massaged them, I spread his ass cheeks open. His anus was almost invisible inside the thick profusion of hair, but I darted my tongue forward and found it. He began groaning as I licked and tongued it, pausing every few seconds to get the loose hairs off my tongue. After a minute or two he begged me to stop. "Nobody's ever done that to me before in my life. It's too much." he said. "There's no reason to worry," I replied. "Nobody's here, and nobody ever needs to know about this. It's just two hairy guys going at it. It doesn't mean anything." He stood back and we stared at each other. My cock almost never gets this big -- it was almost up to my chest, and throbbing in time with my racing heart. In a halting voice, he said "I get so horny, and I jack off all the time. I've been doing it since I was 12. I try and try but I just can't keep my hands off myself. For the last couple of years, I've wanted to show my penis to some other guy. I've wanted to do this since I met you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I said "I feel exactly the same, except I've been playing with myself since I was 11!" He seemed hesitant and didn't have anything else to say, so I said, "Look. I have never been so horny in my life as I am right now. And I bet you feel the same. Before this goes too far, why don't we just sit in those chairs right close by each other and jack ourselves off. Then, we can put on our clothes and walk away as if it never happened. This was an accident. If it happens again, it happens because we want it to. But I'm not letting this moment pass without a conclusion. I don't know what I want more -- to jack myself off, or to watch you. So I want both." Without a word, he moved the chairs so they faced each other, and we sat down and scooted them as close together as we could. Our throbbing cocks were lying on our hairy bellies, just inches away from each other. Our legs gently rubbed against each other as we picked up our heavy penises and started gently massaging them. It was clear that we had something else in common. Our jerking style was just the same -- short gentle strokes of our long shafts that never touched our purple, straining cockheads. The shadows spread across the garage floor as we rubbed ourselves, silent except for the occasional groan. Our gazes went back and forth between staring at each other's cocks, and staring each other dead in the eyes. I had never felt so erotically charged in my life. Every bit of thought and sensation was focused inside my cock, and my visual senses had narrowed completely to his cock and the incredible forest of hair that covered his lower body. For most guys, when they get off there is about 5 or 10 seconds where it is inevitable, and the feeling builds quickly and then they come. When I get this turned on, that spreads out to a minute or more. I knew this would be one of those times. As I forced myself to maintain the same slow, even strokes, pre-cum began steadily leaking out of my cock. After a little while, it became short squirts that jetted just an inch or so into the air before falling down, coating my cock and my balls and my hairy belly. "Jesus, is that all just your precum?" he said. I nodded, and started groaning. I couldn't control myself it felt so good. My cock had never been so big. Clasping the shaft with both hands, there was now nearly a third of it above my hands. By now I could feel the orgasm building inside me. I threw my head back, completely unable to control the groans of pleasure escaping from my chest. His eyes were glued to my massive, engorged cock. The flood of pre-cum that had been pouring out of me suddenly stopped, and then the orgasm poured through my body. Three long, thick jets of semen poured out of me. The first one shot over my shoulder and I could hear the splatting sound as it hit the floor behind me. The second one shot upward onto my forehead, while the third completely drenched my chest. Between that and all the precum I had leaked, the front of my torso was completely awash with come. I could see that he didn't have the discipline that I did, as his hands began moving faster and faster. He was so turned on by the sight he had just seen that I knew his own orgasm was just seconds away. "Shoot on me, man. I want you to blow your load all over me!" I said. He shifted forward in the chair, and with a shout, he erupted. The difference between his come and mine, was just like the difference in our hairiness -- similar, but his so very much more. It wasn't so much the distance that he shot, as the incredible volume in each squirt. "Come on man, paint me!" He directed his jerking cock like a fire hose and poured load after load onto my already soaking belly. Finally it was done, and we sank back into the chairs, grinning at each other like fools. "Did that feel awesome or what?""Yeah, it did." In a couple of minutes, I got up and found a shop towel and began wiping myself off. In seconds it was soaked, and he brought over another one and began helping me. After awhile, I was reasonably dry, and the pile of sopping towels was put in my truck to take home and wash. We pulled on our shorts, grinned at each other and shook hands. He rode his bike off into the late afternoon sun, and I finished my last task on the plane. Will it happen again? I don't know. But I'll definitely be here working in the shop next Sunday.