Gay Erotic Stories

I'd been home from college for just a few days and dropped by his office right around lunch time. There I'd made a big deal of the fact that I was going to be home alone all afternoon and most of the evening. "You've probably got some kind of business appointment though don't you?" I said, and he told me he did indeed, that a client from the West Coast was visiting. Just to bait him I pulled on the front of my tank top (exposing more of my hairy chest) and pointedly mentioned that I would be spending the rest of the day out in the sun. "I wish I could do that" he said, adding that even if his schedule allowed it his fair complexion wouldn't. The worst thing that happens to me if I'm out too long is that the hair on my chest and arms and legs begins to bleach out. I could tell by the look on his face that he was ready to cancel his appointments for the rest of the day. Hell, he was so hot to get his hands on me he was practically drooling. Those expensive slacks that matched the jacket and vest of his three-piece suit did little to hide the hard-on he'd developed just after my arrival. As a final touch I lifted the bottom of my tank top and scratched my hairy belly, acutely aware of his eyes locked on that area, and knowing that he wanted it to be his hand there. He was a wreck and I was having the time of my life! I promised my mother I wouldn't wear the Speedos anymore. Funny, when I was a little kid on the swim team she didn't mind, but all of a sudden I began to develop (much earlier than most of my friends) and she seemed somehow embarrassed by the huge bulge in the front of them, and the thick blanket of hair on my body. Hell, in the last year or so even the coat on my back has started to be really obvious. Until about my senior of high school that part at least was still visible only when you got close up. Now it's unable to be missed. So, true to my word, I don't wear those Speedos any more, but I've ordered something from a mail-order catalog that makes my old swim-team uniform look tame by comparison. This new suit is a brightly colored patterned suit with just a small pouch in front and tiny strips of material on either side joining a tiny strip that runs from beneath the pouch right up the crack of my hairy ass to join the side strips. The catalog called it a "string thong" to differentiate it from the somewhat more conservative ones that might be acceptable in public. A disclaimer on this particular catalog page indicated that this suit had been banned and was considered obscene and illegal in many U.S. cities. In our backyard pool though, it was just the thing....perhaps better than being buck naked. I smeared my body up with tanning butter, the oily stuff catching the glints of the sun on my hairy frame, and I waited patiently for him to show up. A couple of quick dips in the pool dampened my thick body coat just enough to give me a look that I knew he'd be unable to resist. It was just a matter of time. Sure enough, I heard the dog inside the house barking. That was a sure signal that someone had pulled into the driveway. I rolled over onto my stomach on the chaise lounge, completely exposing my lush hairy ass for him. I tugged on the strip that ran up my crack to bury it deeper in the forest of dark fur, knowing just how anxious he'd be to dig it out with his teeth and his tongue. He came right up to me and must've thought I was asleep because he cleared his throat. I waited just a moment, allowing his eyes to focus on my hairy butt and the rolled over, pretending to wake up. "Oh hi there, I thought you had to work late" I said, as I raised my arms above my head, pretending to stretch them out, but more so in an effort to give him a good look at my furry arm-pits. His eyes widened in anticipation and I could imagine just how much he wanted to bury his face in the thick dark muff of hair. "Or have I lost track of the time?" I said, giving him an excuse for showing up when he said he couldn't possibly get away. "Actually, my appointment called and asked if we could reschedule" he said.....(yeah, I'll bet!) "so I decided to drop by and see if you were still here". "So what are you waiting for?" I asked him, and he said "Huh...what are you talking about?" "C'mon let's cut the shit man. You can't wait to get your hands all over my hairy body. Go ahead and be my guest. Here, I'll even get you started" and I grabbed one of his hands and placed it right on my big hairy chest. "Oh wow!" he said, and I grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his mouth to mine, then watched as his eyes opened wide in amazement at the fact that I was ramming my tongue between his lips. Still, he didn't stop me, and he seemed to be digging it. All the while he kept raking his hands across my chest and belly, allowing his fingers to delight in the feel of my dense body coat. We continued kissing (I now had his tongue inside my mouth) and he'd moved down to run up and down my completely coated upper thighs, as heavy with hair as they were thick with muscle. He seemed to be hesitating for a moment so I broke our long French-kiss and whispered into his ear for him to go ahead and take my cock out of the confines of the tiny floral pouch. "Go on suck it. That's what you want isn't it?" I asked him, and he nodded his head in agree ment. The fat angry head of my 9-incher bulged out and he licked the tip of it, already it was oozing out clear drops of pre-cum. My excitement came mostly from the fact that I was so totally control of the situation, that I could make him do anything I wanted because he was so hot for me. We both knew it! It took him a while, but eventually he managed to take the whole thick thing into his mouth. Hmm, maybe I wasn't the first guy he'd given a blow job. "All right you horny cock-sucker" I said "You've got it all, now suck it! Suck it like a man!!!" He slobbered and drooled and massaged the head of my cock with the muscles deep down inside his throat, and I fucked his face hard and rough, all the while calling him names like cock-sucker and faggot and dick-lover. My verbal abuse of him only seemed to make him more aggressively suck me, and I realized I was going to come. On the one hand I wanted him to swallow my load, but I was also turned on by the idea of coating his whole face with my ejaculation. I pulled out at the very last instant and blasted probably more than I've ever shot in my life, thoroughly painting his face and forehead and lips and nose and cheeks with snotty white jism. It dribbled down and landed all over his expensive suit, probably ruining it (or at least requiring an embarrassing explanation at the dry cleaners). He wiped the rest of my spunk off by smearing his face into my hairy belly, then he went right back to work on my balls, taking one and then the other into his mouth. It felt great, and I realized I was losing a bit of my control of the situation. "Hey, I know what you'd really like to do" I said, and he paused only a second. "Yeah, I'll bet you'd like to eat my ass wouldn't you? You'd love to ram your tongue up my hairy chute, am I right?" "Oh yeah, oh shit yeah" he responded, and I slipped the string-thong off completely, pulled my hairy legs up to my hairy chest and exposed my almost grotesquely coated butt-hole to him. "Have you ever seen a hairier ass than this?" I asked him, and he admitted that he hadn't. "Tell me how much you want it" I said, "tell me with your mouth and with your tongue that you love my hot hairy butt-hole". Using his tongue and his mouth he told me all right, but without using any words. Oh damn, I really couldn't believe what a great rimmer he was. With every thrust of his tongue up my furry chute I became more and more convinced that he wasn't a newcomer to this whole scene. I was really beginning to lose my edge here and finally I blurted out. "Oh shit, I want you to fuck me man. C'mon take that suit off and let's see if you've got enough cock to fuck my ass!" It took him about half a minute to strip off All his clothing, and in that time our roles became completely reversed. Suddenly I was the one on the begging end ---once I got a good look at his enormous cock. It had to be a foot long, perhaps more and it was as fat as mine (trust me, that's FAT). During the previous year at college I'd been fucked by some pretty big guys (dozens and dozens of them) but none of them could compare to this huge horse-cock. Even the coach who'd pumped my ass through most of my senior year of high school couldn't measure up (no pun intended). My uncle Tim (mom's brother) had come close. He visited me in January to help celebrate my 19th birthday with a "special gift". Hell, we didn't leave his hotel room for the whole weekend. Tim's the one guy who can put me to shame in the body hair department. No shit, the man's a fucking gorilla! One look at him and you'd know that I get my hairiness from that side of the family. Back at poolside, he thrust his huge cock up my ass and now he seemed to enjoy his position of control. "I think you need to learn some respect first" he said, teasing me by holding the huge thing in his hand and slapping my face with it. "C'mon Mike, why don't you show it how much you love it!" he said. I reached out with my tongue and licked the enormous head of it, tasted the pearly drops of clear ooze and though I might pass out. On campus I have the reputation of the best cock-sucker around, but I couldn't take more than about half of his huge fuck-pole in my mouth before being filled. I choked on it and he shoved forward into me saying "Come on fag-boy, suck that dick you cock-sucking queer, take it like a man!" I wanted to, I really did, but more than any- thing else I wanted him to fuck me. Forget about being in charge, the only thing that mattered then was having my ass filled with his huge cock. "Here, use this" I said, handing him the rest of the bottle of expensive tanning oil. How ironic that I'd smeared that stuff all over my hairy body to drive him over the edge and he was now using it a lube for the biggest cock I'd ever imagined up my ass. From the moment that he penetrated my well-fucked ass I knew that I was about to be stretched further than I ever had. I wrapped my hairy legs around his mid-section and pulled him into me, helping to drive the huge hard rod deeper into my pulsing hot man-cunt. I came three times while he fucked me, each time spewing my load and coating my hairy belly and chest with spunk that cemented the two of us to one another. It's a good thing that the nearest house is a mile away or I'm sure they'd have heard us. Hell, maybe they did anyhow. "Oh yeah, get ready Mikey baby, I'm gonna' shoot my hot fuckin' load!" he said, and it felt like ten stages of a roman candle exploding up my ass as he blasted me. The best part was that he didn't get any softer after he came. "Let's go inside" he said, and he picked me up off the lounge chair by the side of the pool and carried me into the house with my legs wrapped around him and my hairy chest pressed up against his. "What about your clothes?" I asked and he said he'd come back later to get them. "Right now I want to fuck you again, up in your room though in your bed, or maybe up in my room in my bed. I want us to do it right!" "Shit dad, if that wasn't right I don't know what is!" I exclaimed and we ended up going for my room. Good thing too, because during our extended activities that afternoon I lost quite a bit of thick dark body hair. It would have been difficult for him to explain that on his bed since my father is almost completely hairless. It was the turning point in our father/son relationship. He admitted to me that he'd been hot for me for years, that he'd always had an attraction to really hairy guys but never done anything about it. The closest he ever came was making a move on my uncle Tim. "I was afraid he'd turn me down and then tell your mother I made a play for him" dad explained. I related that my horny and hairy uncle would certainly be agreeable to anything my dad had to suggest if it included being fucked by a cock the size of his. "How would you know that?" he asked me, and I told him about the visit from my uncle in January. "Well I'll be damned!" he said. "Looks like we've got some catching up to do doesn't it son?" "Yeah, let's get started right now dad!" I suggested.