Gay Erotic Stories

In Part 1, during a fierce snowstorm two hairy buddies (Troy and Todd) lose control of their vehicle and slide off the road near my remote log home. I rescue and welcome them into my home. After cleaning up and sharing a good meal, we gather before the fire for some hot interaction. We retire exhausted to my bed. See “The Storm” for the full first episode. We continue with Part 2, the next day, Monday morning… I slept like a baby that night, nuzzled in the thick blond and black fur of Todd and Troy. The bright morning sun shone brightly in the blue sky and its light was intensified by the clean white of the fresh snow. The storm had ended during the night, but it had dumped a full twenty-four inches of fresh snow. As the sun rose in the morning sky, it beamed through my window aimed directly at my eyes. I awoke to the bright light, still tangled oh-so-comfortably in the mass of muscle and fur that my newfound friends provided. It seemed as if none of us had moved an inch during our restful sleep. I raised my head to see the clock: It was mid-morning. Carefully I moved my body to free myself from the tangle of masculinity without waking the others. It was time for me to get up and get things underway. Still soundly asleep, Todd and Troy were blessed with serene smiles on their faces and raging hard morning woodies. I could only guess what they were dreaming about. I paused to consider feasting on their manhood before getting up, but decided (and hoped) that the day would bring additional opportunities. Quietly I showered. It was a long shower and I spent a great deal of time fondling my semi hard dick and low hanging balls. A warm shower always seemed to leave me in a state that I wished would have been my usual. A few times during the shower I almost brought myself to climax, but decided just to tease myself for now and save my juice for the hot men in my bedroom. I dressed in my usual form-fitting 501’s and a flannel shirt that I tucked inside my pants, but did not button. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my own fur separating the two panels of my shirt. “Damn!” I thought, “I am still pretty good looking for a geezer.” I hoped I was as good looking to the hunks, and, after last night’s activities, I was confident that I was. I hopped into clean boot socks and pulled on my black lumberjack boots. Once downstairs, I threw a few logs on the fire and went outside. Most mornings started for me this way: chopping wood. It was good exercise and served a practical purpose, too. I knew the strenuous work would have me sweating in no time, so I did not bother with the parka. With the passing of the storm and the morning sun, the temperature was a few degrees below freezing and very bearable for me. I prefer cold weather anyway. After all, I am a bear. I began to chop and I began to sweat. The sweat ran from my forehead down over my face. Some of it gathered in my goatee and some dropped further down onto the brown blanket of fur that was exposed by the open shirt. The wet droplets at first glistened on my beard and fur. As time went on, some of it froze and gave my fur a frosted appearance. It addition, winter steam was not only coming from my mouth as I breathed in the cold air, but it was also rising out of my furry chest. I could feel the good stretch and workout that my muscles were getting. I really put myself into this activity and it was paying off. I worked fast enough that I even had some aerobic benefits, but over time I could see and feel how it was paying in other benefits. I had developed quite a nice V-shape in my upper torso and my muscles were sizeable, lean, and well defined. I was nearly done when I paused a second to wipe some sweat from my nose. As I leaned on the ax, I looked up to the window of the second floor. There to my delight stood Troy, the dark haired bear, in the window. He was naked and stroking his meat. He looked down with a giant grin and winked. I looked up, grinned, and licked my lips. I saw Troy break out in a laugh. In the brief time I had known Troy and Todd, I had come to appreciate their sense of humor and their easygoing manner. They were without “attitude”. These traits just made them the more incredibly sexy to me. I was met inside the door by a naked Troy. He grabbed me in a big bear hug and drove his tongue down my throat before I could speak. His steel hard cock poked into my own crotch, which itself was experiencing intense swelling. When Troy finally came up for air, he cheered, “G’morning, stud!” I pulled him back to me and grabbed his furry bubble butt with my hands. As we kissed passionately, I rubbed my hands over those firm moon mounds of his ass and groaned in the pleasure/pain of my own cock screaming to be set free. Panting, we broke apart. “It IS a good morning!” I said. While Todd still slept, Troy and I began to prepare breakfast, a hearty man’s breakfast, country style. The aroma of the country ham, eggs, and home fries brought Todd out of his coma and we soon saw him coming down the stairs, naked, yawning and scratching his crotch. He was pointing due north! “Todd’s not exactly a morning person,” Troy observed. I didn’t care. My body shivered with the sight of all this delightful naked hairiness. We sat and enjoyed the breakfast. The first topic at the table was the car. While we sat at the table, I called Jake’s Auto. Jake indicated that they could probably come out early in the afternoon, but that they were quite busy because of the storm. I thanked him and asked him to give a call when he was ready to come. I had learned that in a rural community it was best to patronize the local businesses, and early on I made myself acquainted with the folks. I bought my food supplies from the local general store. Yeah, it was a bit more expensive, but after the owner got to know me, I noticed that he always gave a little extra or went beyond the usual expectation with some kindness or favor. So, too, I gave Jake the tasks of my vehicle maintenance. I would often go down to his shop and sit around with the others who stopped by. Jake himself was a hot looking dude but he was usually covered with black grease and under a car. Many of the other locals we also very hot looking. Most did manual labor and were in fit condition. I did not know if any of them were gay, and I don’t think that they knew I was. The talk was “guy talk”: cars, football, babes, etc. Since we did not have any Homo Depot nearby, Jake’s place became my prime source for eye candy, too. After we finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes, I showed Todd and Troy my workout center over the garage. We spent about an hour there getting a really good workout. We took turns spotting for each other. Watching the two of them pump iron in the nude, made my juices flow and it was not long before I had a sizeable spot of pre-cum in my jeans. At one point, as I spotted for Todd doing his bench presses, Todd unexpectedly raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and chomped down on my dick through the jeans. It startled me and I let out a squeal and jumped back. Todd and Troy burst out laughing. We went back to the house and jumped in the shower together. It was a bit crowded with three of us, but no one was complaining. No one washed himself. Each of use took turns washing down (and feeling up) the others. At one point Troy noticed the enema bag hanging on a hook. Before I knew it, he had grabbed it and filled it with warm water. As he shoved the nozzle up Todd’s ass he said, “For later. There will be a ‘later’, won’t there, Eric?” I just grinned and replied, “I’m next.” At the end of our shower we were thoroughly clean, inside and out. As we were drying ourselves, the phone rang. Jake was on his way. We pulled on some clean clothes that I had laid out, grabbed our parkas and headed on the snowmobile to the end of the lane. I drove. Troy held on to me with a bear hug and Todd held on to him. We were so close together that we must have looked like a three-headed monster. We met Jake with his towing crew. They quickly pulled the car out of the ditch and examined it briefly as it hung from the tow truck hook. “It doesn’t look good,” Jake stated flatly. “I think the axle is broken.” This was not good news to Troy. I assured Troy that Jake was honest and honorable and was not taking advantage of the situation. Troy agreed to let Jake take the car back to his shop. We headed back to the house. In a short while Jake called and grimly confirmed his assessment. It would take a few days to complete the repair. The guys and I had a long discussion. I reminded them that they were more than welcome to stay as long as was needed, but I also offered to take them home or do whatever they wished. Troy and Todd thought it over and decided to stay until the repairs were made. They both phoned their families and made arrangements for their work schedules and assignments. They were naturally a bit down, but I was overjoyed to have these hunks around for a few days more. Seeing a need for a bit of diversion that might get their minds off the car and that might lift their spirits, I offered to show them the basement. It was a part of the house that I had not as yet mentioned. They followed me down the steps into hallway. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. Todd and Troy followed. As they entered the room they were facing my technology center. At this end of the room I had my computers and my home theatre system. I turned up the lighting a bit and the eyes of both men grew big. “Wow! Way kewl!” shouted Todd. He went straight for the home theatre system that included a big screen TV that seemed to fill the wall. Todd quickly spied my collection of DVD’s and began to check them out. Troy joined him. The collection was fairly extensive. There were a lot of traditional movies, both current films and classics. There was also a lot of male porn. Todd had grabbed a copy of “Fallen Angel 3” when he turned around to show Troy. As he did, he caught sight of the other end of the room. This end was my “playroom”. Todd’s jaw dropped and he elbowed Troy whose attention had been focused on the DVD’s. “What?” asked Troy. “Oh my God!” he answered himself as he looked to where Todd was pointing. The guys were impressed. I had done the whole room in black: walls, ceiling, floor. The effect in the home theatre area enhanced the movies. The effect in the other side of the room was to enhance the sex. Only one wall was not painted black. It was a wall of solid mirrors. Another large mirror was also embedded in the ceiling. Over the years I had gathered a number of toys and devices. On the non-mirrored walls, my toys hung from pegs or lined black shelves. There was quite a variety of hoods, chastity devices, whips, cuffs, dildos, etc. There was one section of the one wall that served as a kind of open closet. Here from a rod hung my assortment of black leather chaps, vests, harnesses, etc. Hung from the ceiling, under the mirror, was a black leather sling. Fastened to the ceiling joists and the floor, but freestanding in the middle of the room was a St. Andrew’s cross. I installed it this way so that one had access to all sides. In the middle of the room was also a spanking or bondage bench. This device resembled a sawhorse with ledges for the forearms and the lower legs of the victim. The top was padded with leather and was made so that its length was adjustable. At the one end the top and was cut out to support the victim’s chin and at the other end there was an arc-shaped cut out for the victim’s cock and balls. Once someone was secured in the device, his master had ready access to his ass, his genitals, and his throat. Even the victim’s nips were available on either side of the padded top. The DVD’s were put down and both men went to the other side of the room to explore. For the moment car problems were forgotten. After wandering around for a bit, Troy headed for the rack of leather clothing. He began to examine the pieces. I was pleased with his actions and did not consider them as being too forward. I understood them for what they were: he felt comfortable and at home. Knowing that, I was at ease. “May I?” he asked, holding up a harness. “Be my guest!” I said, “Let me help you with it.” With that Todd also joined us and, as soon as we could chuck off our clothes, we were dressing each other in leather. We had just helped Troy into a tight pair of chaps, when he suddenly excused himself and ran upstairs. Within a few minutes he returned and handed a few small items hidden in his one hand to Todd. “Thought you might want these.” Troy winked at Todd. With that both men revealed the secret contents of Troy’s hands. Troy had brought their piercing hardware. I had not noticed that they were pierced. The heavy fur on their chest concealed their nips for one thing. Within a few moments both studs were studded. Both had heavy gauge nip rings in both of their nipples and both had similar gauge rings in their PA’s. Even in the dim light the shiny rings glistened through the heavy forest of hair on both men’s chests. The PA’s enhanced their ample endowments. We resumed the dressing. Troy chose a harness that had two rings that encircled each of his nips. Todd chose one that had one ring in the center of his chest and straps that went under his pecs, emphasizing his muscular development and giving his nipples a prominence that was unmistakable. Both harnesses included shoulder straps and straps that ran down their six-pack abs and connected to a cock ring. We found skin-tight chaps for Todd like those we put on Troy. Leather armbands defined their biceps even more than they already were. I wasn’t sure I had one large enough to go around Todd’s guns, but we did find one. Troy chose a military-style scoop brimmed hat with mirrored sunglasses for himself. He held up a hood for Todd. Todd quietly nodded his head “yes” and then lowered his head subserviently to receive the hood. Todd ceased to speak except as commanded at that point. Todd’s hood covered his head and neck completely but had openings for his eyes, his nose and his mouth. Snaps near the eye and mouth openings would allow for blindfolds and gags to be added. Troy moved behind Todd and adjusted the lacing so that the hood was tight and secure. He then secured a wide leather slave collar with D-rings around Todd’s neck. My manhood throbbed and was hard to the point of hurting. The sight of these two hairy men in their leather was almost too much. Troy with his black mantle of chest fur standing out from his harness and hairy bubble butt sticking out from his chaps made me drool. But Todd, now the leather slave, was awesome. The black leather stood in stark contrast to his thick blonde hair-covered body. The armband and the harness straps accented his musculature and screamed “strength”. The hood, slave collar, and subservient demeanor created a sexual tension that was palpable. Todd dropped to his knees as Troy fastened a leash to one of the D-rings. Todd placed his hands behind his back. His back was straight, but his head was bowed. Troy reached from above and began to fondle and twist Todd’s nipple rings. Todd moaned. His manhood was swollen and purple. His dick head pulsed and twitched. “You like that, don’t you?” Troy asked. “You like that, don’t you, bitch?” he repeated. “Yes, Sir,” Todd responded. Troy pulled up on the leash, allowing Todd to stand. He then snapped the blindfold over Todd’s eyes and secured a large dildo-shaped gag into Todd’s mouth. I could see that Todd had to stretch his jaw considerably to accommodate the size. Troy then led Todd to the spanking bench and indicated by pressing on Todd’s back that he was to get on. Todd leaned over the bench placing his chest on the leather-padded top. As the bench had been designed, Todd’s nipples straddled the pad, exposed for action. Troy wasted no time in doing so. He attached heavy weights to each of the piercing rings. Todd let out an “ugh!” as Troy let the weights drop. Troy then assisted Todd in moving forward until his chin rested in the chin grove. Using the variable length adjustment, Troy adjusted the size of the top pad so that the arced edge at the opposite end now fit precisely across the base of Todd’s cock and balls. The effect of this adjustment was to push Todd’s package down and out so that his dick and balls hung freely from the bench and were available for abuse. Troy tightened the straps at Todd’s wrists and upper forearms to the forward ledges and did the same to Todd’s lower legs just below the knees and at the ankles on the back ledges. Todd would soon be totally immobile, totally secure and at the mercy of Troy and me. I helped Troy with the final two straps that ran across Todd’s back just below his armpits and at the top of his pelvis. Todd was now slave meat. He was unable to move. He was unable to speak except for groans and grunts. He was unable to see what we would do. Troy then began to caress Todd’s body with his strong masculine hairy hands. He stroked Todd’s back and his butt. He gently rubbed his arms and legs. All the while Troy was telling Todd that he should be a “good boy” and that he was a “fine bitch”. Troy was also asking Todd if he “wanted to be made a man.” Todd could be heard to be grunting “uh-huh” and nodding his head “yes”. Troy then reached for a black leather flogger on the wall. Slowly and gently at first, he used it to feather the fine blonde hairy ass that stood high in the air, thanks to the bench and the restraints. Troy picked up the pace and the intensity until Todd’s ass glowed a deep red. When Troy paused, I ran my palm over Todd’s ass. I could feel the heat generated by the flogging. Todd garbled a “Thank you, Sir” from around the thick gag. Troy then stated to Todd that he thought the host ought to have first honors. He removed the gag from Todd’s mouth and Todd shouted, “Sir, yes, Sir! Let Eric fuck me first, Sir! Please, Eric, Sir, fuck me! Make me your bitch now!” Todd nodded to me and I positioned myself in front of Todd’s face. I lifted his head up and slid my engorged cock into his mouth. He greedily sucked it in with such eagerness and suction that my pubes were immediately tickling his nose. His suction was rapidly brining me to climax, so I held his head and slipped out to cool down a bit. “O fuck me, Sir, fuck me! Please!” Todd was almost crying as he begged. He was so hot to be dicked. I walked to the shelf and grabbed a condom and lube. Troy offered to do the honors. He opened the condom and rolled it down my rod. He then applied a liberal amount of lube on the condom. Troy turned to Todd and squirted lube at his hole. Todd winced at the coolness momentarily. I stepped up to the plate and began to finger Todd’s hole, lubricating his canal until it was loose and slippery. Troy, who had been standing beside me stroking his ten-incher, moved around to Todd’s mouth. Todd seemed to smell him and began to stretch his head forward trying to find Troy’s essence with his lips. It did not take Todd long to find it even blindfolded, and with a loud slurp Todd sucked Troy into his mouth. I pressed my manhood to Todd’s man cunt that had been quivering and puckering in anticipation. As I pressed in, Todd relaxed and opened to receive me firmly but smoothly. Clearly his ass had been practiced. Todd began almost immediately to groan with pleasure, like a man who had finally received what he had long hungered for. Troy and I began a synchronized rhythm of entry and exit. We were both entering and exiting at the same time, so that at one moment Todd was filled from both ends and at the next he was empty. I could feel Todd also using his sphincter muscles to squeeze my dick as it passed by. Troy and I kept this rhythm up for quite a while. Todd never stopped moaning his appreciation. I could feel myself getting ready to explode. I rammed Todd’s ass hard slapping my own balls so hard against his butt that they hurt. I did not withdraw, but stayed in shooting spasm after spasm of my man juice into the condom. Finally the spasms subsided and I slowly withdrew. The condom tip was filled, and semen seeped along the condom-covered shaft of my dick. I moved around to where Troy stood and told him that it was his turn. Troy moved to Todd’s ass, grabbing a condom on the way. Within seconds he was covered and stroking in Todd’s butt. Todd then began begging for my juice. “Feed me! Feed me! Give me your man juice! Let me drink it, Sir! Please! Oh, please, let me drink it!” I pulled off the condom and held the open end to Todd’s mouth. My semen drained out onto his waiting tongue as he lapped it in. When most of it had drained out, I held my cock to his tongue. Todd knew what to do. His moist full lips reached out and he sucked me in. He proceeded to give my dick a power wash with his tongue and I started to a repeat erection. Meanwhile, Troy was banging on Todd’s hairy ass and his face showed the ecstasy of sexual pleasure. Suddenly he started to jerk and I knew he was pushing his cream into Todd’s waiting hole. After a long period of spasms, Troy collapsed on top of Todd. I gently pulled my dick out of Todd’s mouth. “Thank you, Sir! Oh thank you!” Todd said lovingly to Troy. Troy gently grabbed Todd’s shoulders and reached his head toward Todd. Todd instinctively lifted and turned his head and their lips met in passionate kissing. For a very long time, they continued this passion. “I love you, Todd,” Troy said. “I love you, too, Troy,” replied Todd. Troy stood up and I joined him behind Todd. Troy pointed to Todd’s dick hanging down, hard as a rock, from the table. Gleaming in the light we could see the heavy trail of pre-cum that was running down the side of the bench into a pool on the floor. Troy stated, “We are not quite done.” “So I see,” I replied. “Permit me.” With that I sat down on the floor and rested my upper back and head against the side of the bench. My mouth was close to Todd’s manhood. I leaned a bit forward and took Todd into my mouth, attempting to please him as he had pleased me. Todd let go with a loud gasp. “OH THANK YOU, SIR!!” I continued sucking and releasing, visiting on Todd’s stationary cock the effect of fucking my mouth. “Oh thank you!! Oh thank you!! Oh thank you!!” Todd repeated over and over again. From my vantage I noticed Todd’s balls draw tightly up into his sac. I knew payday was near. Within as few more sucks, Todd exploded into my mouth. He was screaming at the top of his lungs with pleasure! I sucked for all I was worth and did not lose a drop. Shortly after I climbed out from under Todd, Troy began loosening Todd’s straps. He then removed Todd’s slave collar and his hood. Todd immediately fell into Troy’s arms and the two kissed as only two men in love can kiss. Todd then turned to me. In a gigantic hug he buried his tongue down my throat. The three of us then stood in a big bear hug huddle. We caressed, hugged, and kissed each other over and over. We moaned and nuzzled in each other’s sweaty fur. Eventually we made our way over to the leather couch in the theatre area and collapsed in our three-way pile. About then the phone rang. It was Jake. He had good news for Troy. The damage was less extensive than he had at first thought. He would be able to repair it tomorrow with the existing parts. The car should be ready by Wednesday. Troy was happy about the car, as was Todd. I tried to be happy, but I knew I would lose my new friends in only one more day. Well, at least we would have Tuesday together. But that’s another story. Comments and suggestions to Ericjj33@hotmail.com