Gay Erotic Stories

Early one morning I got a call from Todd: “Hey Brad, a couple of the boys from the football team and I are going camping, to a cabin on the lake, wanna come?” “Sure,” I said. Todd said he’d pick me up in hour or so, giving me just enough time for a shower, shave and to pack a few things. We would meet his mates at the cabin. Todd arrived with the top down on his old Jag. It was a warm southern California summer morning. I stowed my stuff in the trunk. He said we would be driving north a couple of hours, to quite a remote spot on a lake. I climbed into the leather bucket next to Todd. He was wearing a really loose fitting tank top that, as usual, exposed his thick mantle of dark brown chest fur and taught pecs. His coffee-colored nipples just peeked out of the dense mat above the stretched neck of the top. “This will be great!” he exclaimed. “You, me a couple of the guys,” he said with his usual boyish excitement. His massive fist, and densely fur-covered sinewy forearm grabbed the leather stick shift and off we went. The way he clutched that shift knob reminded me of how he clutched my raging boner on many occasions. I looked down at his tree-trunk-sized, fur-covered thigh, now fully exposed as his shorts had risen up. Under those baggy cutoffs I knew rested a big monster -- a cut cock with massive nuts nestled in a forest of warm fur. The “boner from hell” I called his pile-driving twelve-incher, which I had, with some difficulty, eased up my tight ass on more than one occasion! We headed out, off the expressway, onto a very narrow secondary road with very little traffic that climbed leisurely through the mountains and forest. After an hour or so of idle chat I turned to Todd and said, “Do you think your team mates have any idea about us?” “No” he said. With that I moved my hand onto his thigh and gently massaged the sinewy muscle, pushing my fingers through the tight dark brown hair. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said. “Be careful, I am trying to drive!” I slowly moved my fingers up the leg of his shorts, he slouched a bit and spread his legs ever so slightly to accommodate my probing fingers. Suddenly I felt his thick rod. It was warm and starting to grow in my clenched fist. I looked up at Todd’s handsome, angular featured face with his bright blue eyes, and dark curly hair. He moaned and said, “Start jacking it, pull my shorts down.” With this he lifted his ass of the seat and I yanked his trunks down. What a sight! His thick, muscled-toned abs contoured under an inch deep thick, dense carpet of brown tight fur, leading down to his thicket -- a cock’s nest of hair and, sticking up from this, a 12 inch mast pole as thick as my wrist, with a swollen mushroom head on it like ram rod. The veins along his extensive shaft were now fully engorged, and his heavy, cum-laden nuts rested on the leather seat in the hot sun. The “boner from hell” was now ready and waiting for action and it flopped up against the deeply contoured and hairy crevice between his pecs. “Jack it man,” he moaned, and I started moving my clenched fist up and down the huge structure. “Keep your eyes on the road!” I said. Todd grinned, “Hey, from this position I could just about suck my own cock!” I watched as pre-cum just started oozing from his now opened cum slit. I looked up at his tanned faced, and saw that look of complete satisfaction I had observed so many times before. “Brad, go down on it,” he panted. I knew that I would have to stretch my mouth to its limits to get that thing in my mouth. I usually gagged when Todd stuffed it deeper down my throat, but in this position I was in control. Massaging his massive, spunk-laden nuts I started my oral descent onto his fuck pole, stretching my mouth and lips around the cockhead and partly down the shaft. I started a slow sucking action, grasping the base of his cock with one hand while the other kneaded his taught, hairy nuts. He moaned, as my tongue worked along the boner’s length and I felt the car slow down. My tongue circled the mushroom head and I tasted his salty pre cum. I forced my tongue into his cum slit, feeling the slit open and close under the pressure of my tongue. I slowly inserted a finger into his ass crack seeking out the warm, now sweat-wet, fur-packed opening that I knew by now was twitching, puckered and moist. I found it! I slowly pushed my index finger, through the tight fur surrounding his fuck cave, into his now beckoning hole where I worked it around – probing, self-lubing! I tasted another small shot of pre cum as Todd moaned and tried to drive. What a feat. “We gotta pull over into the woods man,” he said. “I gotta get that cock of yours up my ass!” Just as he said that we heard the sound of a siren: a motorcycle cop was right on our tail, motioning us over to the side of the road. “Holy, fuck!” I exclaimed, removing my mouth from Todd’s pole and slipping my finger quickly out of his man cunt. Suddenly the cop was standing next to the driver’s door. “What’s up, fellas?” he asked. “Nothing, Officer” responded Todd. “Is something wrong?” he inquired. The cop’s name was Henry P., which appeared on his silver chest plate badge. He wore a motorcycle helmet, was about 30 years old, tanned, extremely well-muscled and had a dark 5 o’clock shadow against a thick, well-trimmed jet-black moustache. His starched denim blue uniform shirt was open at the neck, with a crisp white T revealing a profusion of black hair welling up and spilling out under his muscular neck and throat. He obviously trimmed this abundance of fur, as it was a clean straight line of dense pelt just above the T. He wore sunglasses. At about 6+ feet tall, he leaned over Todd with both leather-gloved hands on the door and looked inside, and down at Todd’s exposed lap. Gazing there he observed the thick, purple red head of Todd’s’ cock, now slack, just poking out of his open fly. “Nothing wrong,” he said, still staring at Todd’s cock. “You fellas were driving a little erratically, and actually I didn’t see you at all,” he said nodding at me, “until you stopped. Only saw the driver here,” he said. No wonder he didn’t see me: I was busy wolfing down on Todd’s fuck stick! Then he said, “But I have an idea of what you boys might have been up to,” he grinned. He then detached the thick, black nightstick from his belt buckle and pushed it down into Todd’s crotch, pressing it against his cock. I watched in amazement and then he said to Todd, “Is it my imagination or is that piece of equipment of yours growing?” I looked over and, sure enough, Todd’s pole was emerging out of the open fly of his shorts and bobbing in the air. Henry then said, “Look, you boys follow me up that road, I got a special place I want you to see, and you better do as you’re told, or I’ll write you up, and who they gonna believe, you or me?” We followed Henry on his motorcycle for about 15 minutes down a narrow, winding dirt road deep in the woods and came to a clearing with a cabin on a lake and an open area with a big picnic table. Total seclusion. Then Todd said to me, “This is the same cabin where we are meeting the other two guys from the team.” We got out of the car and Henry dismounted from his bike. “Okay, boys,” he said, “it’s time for some hard fucking cop discipline. You boys gotta be punished for cocksucking while operating a vehicle. It’s dangerous and an offence in this county. With that he told Todd and I to strip down, and told Todd get up on the picnic table and stretch out on his back. When he saw Todd’s naked, rugged, man body, and the forest of thick dark brown fur covering his massive, muscular chest, thighs, and arms stretched out across the picnic table he said, “Holy fuck, man, am I gonna have fun with you! Get your ass near the edge of that picnic table. You, Brad: hop up on top, start sucking that cock, stuff it down your throat, and lift Todd’s balls out of the way. Something is going up his ass real soon.” With that Henry dropped his pants, took off his blue uniform shirt, his white T revealing a mega torso, muscled and thick with jet-black hair from his neck down to his rippling abs, husky cut cock and down his legs. His legs and thighs were huge pillars of muscle, covered with dense, tight black fur. His ass got my attention: taught and with cheeks that flexed with muscle with just a light coating of black velvet. A real black bear! He sat on his bike watching for a minute or so just looking at us: me laid out across Todd’s hairy frame, swallowing his cock. He then stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts with his cock and balls hanging out. Removing his shorts, he then put back on his wide, metal-studded leather belt, holster and gun, leather cross-chest strap, gloves and boots. What a fucking sight he was! The hairy stud cop enforcer with a raging 10-inch hard-on! Henry then detached the ebony-black nightstick with the swollen, bulbous end and went to his leather saddlebag where he removed a jar of lubricant. Then he said, “Brad, lift Todd’s nuts outta the way; I am going to need as much room as possible to drive this up his hole. That hair in his crack could be a problem. I’ll just work it in; could hurt a bit though!” I kept sucking and massaging Todd’s now-throbbing twelve-incher, clutching his nuts and lifted them as instructed. Todd moaned, “Quick, get something up my ass, hurry!” Todd then started gobbling my cock with gusto. Henry moved over to the picnic table, and plunged the business end of the night stick into the wide-mouthed jar of jelled lubricant and, using his ungloved finger, smeared it up an down the now black glistening shaft. Twice he lubed it up in this manner. Grasping its handle firmly he centered himself, and it, between Todd’s spread legs, and instructed him to “Pull those fucking tree-trunk thighs of yours well back, Todd, if you want Billy here to make a nice clean entry!” With that, and me still holding his nuts out of the line of penetration, Todd grasped his thighs and heaved them back and out of the way. “Great,” said Henry, “this could hurt a bit, Todd, gotta drive this thing through that tight, puckered, brown fur-packed hole of yours, so try to relax.” I gazed down between Todd’s legs, and momentarily stopped sucking his cock, to watch Henry maneuver the black monster up Todd’s fuckhole. “You got a good view there, Brad,” said Henry, who had one leathered hand on the fuck probe, and the other one gripping and slowly jacking his own rigid member. Was that precum I saw spilling down Henry’s shaft? I watched intently as Henry pressed and worked the end of the nightstick slowly but deliberately into Todd’s now loosening love canal. Slowly he eased the black pole in, through the dense fur, rocking it ever so slightly back and forth to ease the snug entry. Todd was moaning and groaning in a mixture of anticipatory pleasure and pain, panting heavily as I felt his muscled, furry chest heaving against my own rigid cock rubbing on his warm carpeted pecs. I looked down and observed the slow probing entry, two inches, four, six, eight inches stuffed right up Todd’s beckoning ass. “Okay, now for the good part” said Henry and he started sliding the nightstick in and out of Todd’s hole, out eight inches, back to the hilt, out eight inches, back in, again and again. Over and over, faster and faster I watched the enormous weapon-cum-dildo slip effortlessly, glistening ebony black with lubricant, in and out of Todd’s crack. It made a slight sucking sound as it glided in and out of Todd’s hole. “How’s that feel, buddy?” asked Henry. “How do you like this cop discipline?” By this time Todd was ecstatic with pleasure. I continued sucking his 12-inch cock, and Henry jacked himself as he kept sliding the nightstick in and out of Todd’s now raw and angry hole. “I am going to cum,” said Todd. “No you’re not!” commanded Henry, and with that he said, “I am leaving this thing up your ass; don’t you dare expel it! I am going to get up there on top of Brad and fuck him silly from behind. I know he wants me to embrace him with my furry fucking pelt, too! Keep sucking that cock, Brad!” he exclaimed firmly. The next sensation I had was my own ass being forced apart and lubricant being pushed into my own tight fur hole. “Ease up,” instructed Henry. Next I felt pressure and a leather belt and silver buttons against my buttocks as Henry started pushing his boner up my now relaxing hole. “Open wide for daddy,” he moaned and with that I felt the full penetration of his rigid member. It felt great, his thick cock up my ass, me tightening on his pullback thrusts. He leaned over my back, holding me tightly around the upper torso, pumping me like no tomorrow. I was raw meat sandwiched between to hairy muscle studs, moaning and groaning. The feeling was unbelievable. What a sight we three must have been on that picnic table! The black nightstick jammed up Todd’s ass, me spread out across his huge hairy torso, my head buried between his pulled back thighs, hungrily gobbling his 12-incher, holding on to his nuts, looking down at the giant black object inserted up his warm, ripe fuckhole; Todd vigorously sucking my cock with my fur bush buried in his face, and Henry pounding my ass like no tomorrow, his large muscular, upper body stretched across my back; his thick black-furred, pecs, abs, forearms and biceps holding me firmly; me being sucked and fucked between a thick man sandwich of rugged bear fur and muscle with the feel of raw leather across my buttocks and back from Henry’s pounding and holding on to me for all he was worth. Suddenly, Henry withdrew his cock from my hole and said, “Okay, Toddy boy, your turn now.” With that he moved to the end of the picnic table, pulled the nightstick out of Todd’s ass, shoved two fingers up his fuckhole and exclaimed, “Yep, she’s greased and ready for me!” With that he rammed his cock to the hilt up Todd’s now well-practiced hole. Todd expelled my cock from his mouth and yelled, “Holy fuck! I’m cumming! I can’t hold off anymore, fuck me, fuck me, hard man, hard!” Henry started slamming into Todd’s hole, and instructed me, “Stop sucking that cock. Get over here behind me and get that cock of yours up my hairy ass now!” I moved behind Henry, who paused momentarily from fucking Todd, who is now moaning and massaging his thick fur-covered pecs and abs, his giant, wrist-thick boner flopping against his hairy belly. “Spread my crack, watch that hair around my asshole, and get in there, boy.” With precum streaming down my own aching shaft I cautiously spread Henry’s tight, fur-covered, muscled buttocks and gazed at the dark black, tightly covered, beckoning rim of his love tunnel. I pressed the head of my cock against the puckered target and pushed hard. Henry relaxed, and with a slight whimper, my cock slipped through the dense anal fur into a snug, hot, well-lubed tunnel. I thought I would cum on entry and barely held back my own ecstasy on initial penetration! “Okay, boys, let’s go,” yelled Henry. “Let’s fuck like there’s no tomorrow!” With that the ass pounding started. I embraced Henry around his chest, clutching his thick black pelt, pulling on his erect nipples as I slammed his ass. He in turn grasped and pushed Todd’s huge thighs farther back, splitting his buttocks wide open and working his hole like a pile driver. I can’t recall who yelled out “I am going to shoot” first; it could’ve been me. Suddenly with a groan and moan Todd’s cock hardened, flexed off his abs and ejaculated what seemed to be gallons of spunk into the air, streaming in thick ropey shots onto Henry’s chest, sticking and hanging from his black chest pelt. Cum shot onto Todd’s own chest and face. His orgasm was the most intense I had ever witnessed. Meanwhile, at the back end, I was creaming in Henry’s hole, feeling him tighten his sphincter around my sliding shaft and holding on to him like a man possessed. My orgasm was unbelievable and my cock slipped out of Henry’s well-worked hole ejaculating on to his buttocks and the pine needle littered ground. I observed my cum dripping between his legs, getting caught up in globs in the thick black fur coating of his inner thighs. Meanwhile, Todd’s massive organ was still twitching and arching in the warm sunlight, pumping jism on himself, Henry and the picnic table. Henry still had not cum and what happened next was unbelievable. He said to Todd, “Don’t you lose that hard-on; keep her good and stiff because I am taking a ride on it!” With that he eased his cock out of Todd’s ass, jumped up on the picnic table, straddled Todd facing him and eased himself down on Todd’s still erect manhood. Todd’s cock slipped up Henry’s ass as easily as a hot buttered cob of corn; the load I had deposited not a minute or so sooner in Henry’s ass facilitated the entry. “Yippee!” yelled Henry, and holding on to Todd’s nipples and pulling on his chest fur he started riding Todd’s post like a broncobuster. Todd was in a sweat, moaning and groaning saying, “Fuck, I am going to cum again!” As he rode up and down on Todd’s cock the silver handcuffs attached to his belt buckle rattled and clanged. All of sudden Henry yelled out, “Here she cums!” and spunk shot out of his cock landing on Todd’s chest, face and stomach. Simultaneous with this Todd whimpered, “I’m creaming in your hole.” Todd was right, because I saw cum oozing down his shaft from Henry’s leaking asshole. Henry pulled himself off Todd’s cock, stood up straddling him and hand-jacked his remaining juice all over Todd’s hairy frame, yelling out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!” When finally it all ended there we all stood naked, sweaty, hair matted with cum everywhere – on the picnic table, the ground, and us. We all got cleaned up at the lake, washing each other down and dressed. Henry, back in his uniform, said to us as he left on his bike, “Fellas, cocksucking while driving is illegal in this county. If you do it again I will have to throw the book at ya!”