Gay Erotic Stories

One example is John, my hairdresser. Now I know the minute you say hairdresser, people think fag, queer, fem and things like that. But not John. John is well over 6 foot tall, has long red hair, a sexy red goatee, tattoos on his arms.....Popeye on one and an eagle on the other, and from what I've seen, one of the best asses in the world. John loves to hunt and fish, and often is away from his shop, out catching the wild things that inhabit the seas, woods, fields and streams of the Great Land.

One day when I was having my hair cut, John started talking about going bear hunting. I had a hard time containing myself, knowing I was in the presence of one of the studliest bears in town, but John lived with Paul, a well built daddy bear, and I know the two of them had a hot, long-standing relationship. Paul and I came close to getting together once, shortly after my arrival, when several of his friends died in a tragedy and I was a willing listening ear. When I say a well built daddy, I mean well over 10 inches of uncut cock, and a thick blanket of hair over work hardened muscles.

John was trimming my beard, something that really turned me on, when he said, "Say, Paul and I are going up to the lakes to go bear hunting this week. You want to go?"

"Sure, when does the season start?" I asked, not really caring, but wanting to sound interested in the hunting, rather than these two hunky studs I'd be going with.

"Oh, on the weekend, but Paul and I usually go a couple of days early so we can get the cabin in shape, and get the juices flowing, if you know what I mean." He chuckled and placed his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my already throbbing cock. If there weren't other people in the shop, I'm not sure where this would have ended. Quickly I diverted the advance.

"Say, do you mind if I bring along the new doc at the hospital? He's been asking and asking about hunting, and I'm sure he's off this weekend, and may even be able to get a couple of extra days off."

Actually I wanted to get to know our new doctor better. His name was Louie Martinez, and he was a new general practitioner at our local hospital. I had met him a few weeks ago at a committee meeting I sat in on. He always dressed casually, wearing oversized shirts and tight, tight jeans. I had only really ever seen his hands and forearms. His hands were heavily muscled and his forearms looked like small trees. His shirts stuffed into probably 32 in waist size jeans, and the taper from pecs to waist was visible even with the large shirts. I was sure there was a big muscle man hiding under those loose fitting shirts, and I wanted to find out.

Louie was also very good looking, not as tall as John, but tall enough. He had jet black eyes, a beautiful, probably natural tan, jet black hair, and a bushy black mustache. When I first met him I almost creamed my pants just shaking his hard, strong hand.

John brought me back to the present with his answer, "Sure, I'd love to meet him, and with four, things will be more even." I didn't really know what he meant by that, but I was thrilled to have the four of us going. We talked a little more and decided that Paul would bring his boat and pay for the gas, I'd provide the food, and John would be in charge of beverages, The Doc would be our guest. The meeting time was set for Thursday morning at 8, all of us meeting at Paul's house so we could load his jeep and head for the boat landing, some 25 miles from home. Then we'd set out for about an hour long boat ride up the lake, into the river and on into the second lake. Paul's cabin was hidden away in a remote cove, aptly called bear cove.

I called Louie and told him about the plans. He was thrilled to be included and said he was sure he could get the time since everyone was back from vacations and he had lot's of overtime that had to be used as comp time rather than be turned in for pay. He asked innocently what he should bring. I told him not to worry, the three of us would take care of everything.

We met at Paul's on Thursday morning. Paul and John lived in a rustic, but beautiful log home Paul had hand built, and it was outstanding. When I arrived they were just having coffee and Paul was dressed but John was still in his robe. As I came in, I looked over and said, "Guess you better get something to cover up your tool or I'll have to put it to work.." John smiled, and Paul laughed right out loud. Then Paul said, "I don't think so, I've already worked it twice this morning." Still, I could see through the slit in his robe that it was hard and ready. John went up to the loft and started whistling. I assumed that meant he was very pleased with his tease, and I'd see more of that tool later.

Just then the doctor drove up in his red sports car. As he stepped out of the car, Paul gasped. "I guess you've never met the doctor," I said, smiling.

"No, but I, I'm sure g..going to enj..joy getting to know him," Paul stammered. John, apparently looking out the window from the loft whistled as "cat call" whistle, and I knew the bear hunt was moving into overdrive.

Doc Louie knocked at the door and I opened it. He was wearing a wool shirt, turtle neck under, and the tightest jeans I had ever seen, and of course, cowboy boots. His Aussie cowboy hat was the perfect complement, and brought out his gorgeous dark coloring.

I did the introductions, when John came down, and everyone chatted for just a few minutes. Then Louie asked the question that was on his neophyte bear hunting mind, "Say, I heard that the season doesn't even open until Sunday. Why are we going so early?"

Paul, the most experienced hunter of all said, "Because we want to scope out the area, check out the bear tracks and scat, and just be ready for them when the season opens."

I chimed in, "Yeah, and the scenery is so great this time of year, we go up early just for the view, the relaxation, and rest."

John, being the most devious in mind and action, smugly said, "There won't be too much rest, not if I have anything to say about it."

Doc looked at him quizzically and said, "John, what do you mean?"

"Doc, you may be new in town, but it's clear to me you're hot, horny and hung. We go early to participate in decadent sexual games and activities, get rip roaring drunk, and just bond, if you know what I mean."

"Hmmm, I think I get the picture."

The ride seemed long because Doc didn't say anything. I was worried because I thought maybe he didn't want to participate in the fun. John and Paul and I talked a little small talk, and basically enjoyed the ride. But one time when I glanced over at Doc, I could see a huge bulge in his tight jeans, and he was stroking it with his hand. I was convinced we'd do all right.

We got to the cabin about 11 AM. We packed everything in and got the food put away, and broke open the brews. We were sitting around the main room of the cabin drinking our beer, when Doc started the action.

"You know guys, I feel like you guys brought me up here with ulterior motives. Sure, you want to get to know me, and a bear hunt seems like a great way to do it, but you all have other things in mind. Is that really fair?"

I spoke up. "Hey, Doc, if you don't want to participate, that's okay with us. But I saw that bulge in your pants, and I know you were turned on when we were riding up here." In fact, he was bulging again, and I wanted to reach over and release it for him.

John, always more bold than me, spoke up, "You know, Doc, you're right. We wanted to meet you, and now that I've met you, I want to see you. If you don't strip off those fucking clothes pretty soon, I'm going to do it for you."

Doc stood up, and in his best exotic dancer form shed his wool shirt and then his turtle neck. The three of us almost fainted when we saw his massive upper body. I was right, he was tan and his muscles were very defined, a true bodybuilder. Doc posed a couple of poses, and Paul, John and I all rubbed our crotches. Finally Doc undid the buttons down the crotch of his jeans and the head of his dick peeked out. It was straining, hard and ready. Paul and John were working up to a frenzy watching this stud slip out of his very tight jeans. When he got them around his ankles and pulled them off, he stood, totally hard and ready.

"So, who's going to be first?" Paul was already sucking John, so that left me to respond to the monster man meat waving near my face. I was hoping I could get all eleven inches in, but with Doc's help, I knew I would. I was ready to take it all the way in, and out and in again, but within a few seconds he was shooting massive quantities of hot white liquid into my throat, down my chin, and the last spurts landed on my forehead as he pulled out.

Doc's hand was already working the zipper on my jeans and it's a good thing because I was moist and ready. Expertly he placed his beautiful mustachioed face down on my throbbing rod, now sailing at it's 10 inch full mast, and started the most amazing blow job I had felt in ages. His tongue was working my cock inside his mouth while his thick lips clamped the whole of my manhood. It took a little longer than his, but soon I erupted and erupted, and creamed his face as well as his mouth.

Paul and John, now watching as they both had finished their own blow session, started applauding as we uncoupled. They were both undressed and sitting across the room, and both had thickly covered chests of hair, Paul's blondish brown and John's that fiery red. Cum still hanging from his red goatee, John asked the Doc, "What do you think of our bear hunt, so far?"

"I didn't know it would be this easy!" He smiled at me. "Here I've already bagged one big bear, and I'm looking at two more who I know I'll bag before too long." All three cocks started to quiver at the prospects of more action from muscle stud Doc.

Just then he stood and said, "Guys, how did you know that hairy men, beards and mustaches, well built bodies, tattoos and constant hard sex were what I wanted?"

I spoke up, "We didn't. We just knew that we wanted it and you looked like a welcome addition to our little group."

Paul spoke up, "So what do you think of these three Alaskan bears?"

Doc's dick sprang into action, as he crossed the room to Paul. "I'll tell you what, Paul, I am so turned on by your mustache and your chest, your well built body, your quiet, in charge manner, I could cum right here on your hard dick." With a couple of flicks of t his fingers, that's exactly what Doc did. Paul managed to reach down and scoop most of it in his mouth.

Before he could even think about it, John had gotten behind Doc, and wrestled him to the floor. He pulled a condom out of the desk drawer and put it on quickly, and rammed, really hard, Doc's ass. It opened on the first try, and soon John was riding him like a Mexican bull. Of course, Doc was having a ball as well, and Paul had moved over and was holding my cock in his strong hand. John shot his wad at the same time that Paul brought me to my second climax of the day.

Well, this went on for the rest of the day, and into the night. When we finally did stop to rest and sleep, Paul and John went to the loft room and Doc and I went to the lower level bedroom. I surely enjoyed being next to him in bed, but the two of us had a hard time sleeping for long because we kept arousing each other, waking up, doing it, and falling asleep in each others arms. Finally we slept for several hours. When I finally woke for the day, I could tell Doc was hard again, though asleep. He was facing me, so I turned quietly around and in the 69 position began a new day of sucking. My own huge, hard dick kept hitting him in the face, and soon he was awake, at least enough to reciprocate. I wasn't sure either of us had anything left to shoot off, but sure enough, the rest had revitalized our juices and we both blew huge wads. As we relaxed in each others arms, we could hear John and Paul going at it upstairs again.

Doc whispered in my ear, "This is just too much! I can hardly believe I have found four of the hottest bears I've ever known, out in bush Alaska."

"And I can hardly believe that such a muscle stud would find his way to our little town, and be ready willing and able. It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Amazing!" he repeated, kissing my neck and ear. I was sure that within a few minutes I'd be ready again, and didn't even care about the real hunting any more. I'd found what I came for, and the rest was just gravy on the side!