Gay Erotic Stories

On the computer, I knew him simply as Brawny. Yet, with this screen name, he belied all the machismo stereotypes that were my secret fantasy. I wanted some muscular hairy man, who looked like a lumberjack emerging from the forest, to take care of the woody that grew in my crotch. I could feel my snake slide its way along the grass roots of pubic hair, aching for him or someone just like him.

I would have to settle for a photographic facsimile from my organized Internet porn. Brawny was on my buddy list, but online sex had not progressed to the ‘when can we meet?’ stage. I was discouraged, resigned that it would never go farther than an exchange of pleasantries—if I would ever see him again. He could change his screen name and poof! Instantly he would be nothing more in than a shadow in the ether of my fantasies.

Ah, well, one can dream. That is, after all, the things of which fantasies are made. Months progressed as I hung in limbo, perched near my computer, in my usual cock-held position. I stroked it, looking through some photos of hairy men I’d stolen from a subscription site the night before. They were all hairy and muscular like Brawny, like his description. I didn’t know what he really looked like, my mind filling in the skeleton of statistics in his profile. He had never given me his picture, although I had asked, almost begged him for a copy.

I was home alone that day, the next time I saw him pop up in my list. The visions of each pornographic hairy poseur slipped past my mind to compare. None could reach that pinnacle of bodily perfection so well as my mind’s illustration. I salivated at each of his words.

“Hey! You at home?”

“Yes.” I typed. “I work at home, remember?”

“Been a while.” The letters type in the instant messenger. “What are you doing?”

“Do you really want to know, Brawny?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” The answer came back to me.

“You did.” I said, figuring I’d be honest and flirtatious at the same time. “Surfing for porn and stroking myself.”

“Cool.” He replied.

“But I wish you were here. I’ve been fantasizing about you, with your hairy body, your tongue bathing my ass lips, and fucking my hairy, puckering hole.”

“WOOF!” He typed. “You’re getting me all hot.”

“Good.” I pressed, forming the letters from the keyboard. “Check your mail. Think the real thing can stand up to that fantasy in your head?”

I downloaded a picture of a man in a dark suit of fur with a rippling musculature underneath. I was in heaven. “You beat it by a mile. Thanks. Now I’ve got something really good to whack off to.”

“And it’s cum-proof, too.” I laughed. “And you? When do I get a picture of you?”

I scrambled to my program and sent a full exposure of my nude self. I was not in the same league as the hairy god who stared back at me on the screen.

“You’ve got mail!” I typed. “And male, if you want him—me.” He didn’t respond. He was looking at me; I could feel his picture penetrating eyes and tried to read his thoughts. I wanted to tell myself I wasn’t holding out hope that I finally would have Brawny in bed, but I wouldn’t listen to myself.

“Adorable. I want that cute ass.”

“Cute? Huh? Is that all?”

“More than enough for me,” was his response. “I’ll prove it to you?” He typed his address, directions and phone number, saying, “Get that ass over here.”

“Yes, Sir!” I responded immediately. I hustled downtown, running up the steps of the old brownstone with a passion. I rang the bell of the interior door.

“In the flesh.” He said, wearing nothing but leather chaps that left front and back exposed. The blackness of them was in contrast against his tan skin and matted chest hair. He turned and led me down to the basement. I freaked, wondering if I would ever see the light of day. He leaned in, attacked my 501’s buttons with a vicious fervor. His tongue scooped the insides of my mouth. My hardness dribbled its warning wetness over his hand as I slipped out of my clothes.

“We’ll just have to do something about that. Won’t we?” His hands massaged my growing hardness, leading me down the steps by this extremity. “The sling. It’s sling time, boy!”

“Yes, Sir.” I said, knowing how to say it instinctively to stroke his machismo in play. I brushed up against his cock as I submitted to him in the sling. He pulled my head back and lanced my throat with his sword. I breathed in the sweaty balls and the faint stench of his ass. I wanted him to turn around for me to eat it out, but my hands were tied and my tongue was busy elsewhere.

When I gagged at his continuous facial fuck, he turned and gave me his ass without a word, as if my tongue were a vibrator stroking his pleasure. His tight hole loosened with my saliva’s solution. I had drooled over his magnum pistol, thick with passion. My spittle dripped down his hair-encrusted balls onto the cracked basement floor.

“That’s it, Bitch. Suck the shit out of it.” He instructed. I was already reaching through his ass lips, scouring the interior with my tongue. “Eat this shit up, good. Whooee!”

I stretched down to the gathering tissue below his ball sac, employing the swing action. He made me clean each inch of his ass with my tongue, with repeated attention to his ass lips. I loved every second, stretching and employing the swing’s pendulum-like momentum to assist in getting my face and tongue lodged deep in his butt. He spit on his hand, looked at me, walked around, and fingered my ass. He read me, making mental note of what sexual buttons he was pushing. I was open in no time, my slut hole yielding to his thick and hard rear entry.

Fully in, he grabbed the tit clamps that dangled on a swing’s leather strap and adjusted them for my maximum pleasure. I was in pain and in heaven as he pulled them. Then he rode my ass with an alternating rhythm of ecstasy. I kept my eyes on him and watched those brown sentinels peek back. My god he was a great fucker. He was brawny, after all, when he needed to be.

“Take it.” He said.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You like it real hard and rough. Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He attacked my ass with a new mission, deep inside me with my legs and arms bound to the chains. “Take it. Take what I give you.”

I thought the whiteness of his load would splatter the dark recesses of my ass, but he slowed to gather his energy for several rounds. His rod of steel was on fire, as if it had come from the core of the pit of hell. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. . . .” Each one louder than the next, pronounced with gutteral diction. His plunging began to move the swing. His hands began to rock and cradle my swinging sling. His strokes were long. The sweat slipped like a sheet of wetness from his head to his beard. I wanted to lick it all off of him.And then, in a torrent of pleasure he released a string of epithets. “Shit Fuck. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—” He said, elongating the last as he buried his weapon deep inside me, implanting his seeds of life deep in my rectum. We stayed as one, the last of his leaking pipe emptying into my deep well. Then, he smiled immediately at me, this wry smile of a job well done.

“Hold it in there.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” I said, doing just as I was told. He walked around and I licked him clean; the smell of ass juices and his cum overwhelmed my nostrils.

“Good job.” He pulled his cock from the suction power of my mouth. I was bursting again with juices from my ass. The last sucking sent me over the top. Brawny rushed below my cock, and perched at my butt. It was perfect timing, my ass gave up his creamy deposit directly onto his tongue. He lapped at my ass like it was an all-day sucker, capturing every spewing sperm. He had made a deposit and a withdrawal in the same day. Then, without one word, he soaked my sheath in his cum and spittle. I was wild with lust, the bonds frustrating me, not being able to use my hands.

Brawny looked at me and increased the rate of his mouth’s strokes. I was hard and felt the spew rising from my balls. I wretched and added my load to his throat. I didn’t know that much cum could be stored in me. Brawny was an expert in cleaning up a mess, all of if contained in his mouth. And just as he walked around to kiss me, I felt the warm glow of our commingling cum seep from his lips. I pushed my tongue in and scooped out my share before swallowing.

“Fuckin’ good time.” He said as he released my bonds.

I didn’t expect there would be a second chance and I’ve never got one--but, to have more than a fantasy to remember was fine with me.