Gay Erotic Stories

At fourteen, the soft black patch in the middle of my chest was expanding to encircle my large, flat nipples. By nineteen, black swirls covered my arms and legs; my beard was heavy and extended down my neck to merge with the thick tufts of hair curling up from my chest. Basking in the respect of the other boys because of these outwardly increasing signs of my masculinity, I had my shirt off as frequently as possible and at most other times, open to the middle of my hairy chest. My tight jeans showcased a bulging basket that also got a lot of attention…and I loved it!

My build is largely the result of good genes. Dad's torso is the same muscular V-shape. I always hoped that eventually I'd be as hairy as he. Dad's a pillar of masculinity and yet is totally sensitive and nurturing. He has always been openly affectionate with me (I'm an only child). When I was very young, he would hold me on his lap and rock me to sleep cradled in his strong, hairy arms. With my face and hands cushioned in the deep, scratchy-soft hairiness of his chest, I loved the faintly musky smell of his manhood. Mom left us when I was seven; at twenty-eight, David had assumed total responsibility for my upbringing. A very successful, independent architect, he set up his office in the house so he could be there for me. We had a great time together and, except for a time in my teen-age years when I had to exert my independence, we were inseparable. Every Saturday morning he took me to the Racquet-ball Club to work out. Secretly I always liked the locker room best…all the beautiful male bodies parading with their big cocks and balls swinging proudly between powerful, hairy thighs kept me entranced. I was very proud that I was with the most handsome, hairiest man in the locker room…and the ultimate expression of his manhood was at least as large and perfectly formed as any being paraded. There were several other men who obviously went out of their way to stare wantonly at David's masculine magnificence. Dad was modestly aware of their interest and always smiled and spoke to them in his easy-going, friendly manner. Occasionally, one of them would hang around and talk awhile. These were the circumstances in which I was sent on to the shower, to be joined in a few minutes by David. In my early years, David always showered with me . . . I loved the feel of his big, hairy hands rubbing soap on my body and I frequently rubbed against his hairy legs and his magnificent cock. While I dried off outside the stall, I would watch with fascination the patterns made by the soap and water in the heavy hair covering his body. I never tired of this ritual that was a daily occurrence at home…but at the Club, it was awesome to watch the other men who were watching my dad. At first, before I was old enough to understand the reasons, I was in awe of the increase in dimensions of some of the men's cocks as they watched David undressing and showering. By the time I understood and began to feel jealous, I was beginning to exert my independence. I began to go to the Club on my own and noticed more and more that other men were showing me the same attention they had shown my father. At twenty-three, I am (as a trick described me) "a magnificent, hairy brute." I've tricked with several guys on the B.U. campus and most of them have been pretty hairy. My fantasy is to meet and have a wildly passionate romance with another handsome man who is as hairy as I. All other things being equal, sex is definitely better with a hairy partner. My trip home to Chicago last summer is one I will never forget! When David met me at the airport, he introduced his friend, Wes. I gave Wes the once over and definitely approved of my father's choice of this companion! Wes is about Dad's age, muscular build, very handsome with a full head of blond hair, neatly trimmed, dense sandy-blonde beard and piercing blue eyes . . . definitely Nordic. As he took my hand, I got a good look at his hairy arm… the blonde fur was thick and abundant. Looking into his eyes as he smiled and warmly squeezed my hand, I thought I might melt. He was wearing a loosened necktie with his top shirt button open and the thick, blonde mat was pushing out above his collar. In short, he was a vision of masculinity! “Your dad has told me a lot about you… I understand you’re in a premed program at B.U.” His voice, breaking the silence, was deep and melodious… I thought I was falling in love.

“Uh, yes… that’s right. Oh sorry… it’s really nice to meet you, Wes. Guess I’m a little spaced out from lack of sleep… we just finished exam week.” I was aware that I had been staring silently at the gorgeous hunk of man.

The three of us sat in the front seat on the way back to the house; the back was filled with my luggage (I had over-packed, no doubt). Wes proved to be a very good conversationalist, as witty and intelligent as he is handsome and hunky. He's one of those men, like David, who is totally masculine and completely self-assured of the fact. He had thrown his arms across the back of the seat behind Dad and me and his leg was firmly planted against mine. As Wes was discussing something with Dad, I sneaked a peek at his crotch, but I was not prepared for what I saw! He appeared to be wearing no underwear and his cock was beautifully displayed through the thin, white fabric of his pants leg. I reached between my legs to rearrange my basket. Wes shifted to give me room and watched me with a smile.

Back at the house, I excused myself to take my bags upstairs and announced that I might take a nap before dinner. When I came downstairs a short time later (the nap never materialized, I was too tired), the house was very quiet. I poured myself a drink and went into the kitchen to see how dinner was coming. As I entered the kitchen there was a nervous flurry of activity. Wes picked up his drink and Dad turned back to his potato peeling. Wes’ shirt was open to his belt and the blonde hair exposed was as profuse as ever I’d seen on a man and he was trying to hide a roaring hard-on! My cock twitched in the excitement of realizing that I had just interrupted something in the kitchen! Dad’s shirt was also open and his zipper was partly down. His massive meat was throbbing down his leg.

"That was fast, Tommy. Surely you didn't finish all your unpacking and take a nap?"

“No, the nap was not meant to be, guess I’m too tired and wound up. Thought maybe a drink would help.”

“How about refreshing your old man s drink, Tom.”

"You bet, old man." Wes accompanied me into the living room. "So, Wes, you must work out regularly; you sure have a dynamite body." "Yeah, I like to stay in shape…once you hit forty you have to work even harder. You look like you take care of yourself as well." "David got me started young. Did you and Dad meet at the - - - Club?"

"No, but we work out there together now."

"Wes, excuse me for staring, but I've never seen a blond man with such a thick, woolly mat of body hair. You are a strikingly handsome man." "Well, I am flattered, you are every bit as handsome as your father, Tom. And, speaking of body hair, you appear to be almost as hairy as he is, too." I had been opening my shirtfront as we talked and Wes' admiration of my black, curly mat was obvious. Then he surprised me by sliding his fingers through my dense rug. Taking the cue, I trailed my fingers through the thick blond wool over his muscular pec, up over his shoulder and into the hair behind his neck.

"I hate to interrupt this mutual admiration society meeting, but what the hell happened to my drink?" David was carrying the plates and silverware for the table setting. Wes took the plates and began setting the table. I was struck by the fullness of his ass as he leaned over the table.

As I handed David his drink, he reached up and pulled the hair on my chest, "You really have grown a forest to rival your old man's, haven't you?"

"And you have grown a beard…I knew something was different, Dad…very handsome!"

"Glad you like it. Wes had been after me for a while to grow it . . . as if I weren't sufficiently covered with hair. I wasn't sure I'd like the white in it; he says it lends me an air of sophistication. Guess I can always use a little of that!" Wes flashed a smile at David and dad playfully slapped his firm, full ass.

After dinner and coffee, I reluctantly excused myself and retired upstairs to bed. When I awakened it was still dark and I rolled over on my hard-on and checked the time. It was only midnight, but I was definitely awake. I got up and went to take a piss. I had to struggle to control the broad stream from my turgid cock. "What a handsome, hairy cuss," I said aloud, admiring myself in the mirror. Picking up a brush, I tried to tame my wild head of hair and then, giving that up, I pulled it through the tangled, black locks on my chest. Damn it felt good to brush my chest hair!

Deciding to get a glass of milk, I walked down the hall past Dad's room. The door was open and I looked to discover that his bed was empty. Downstairs on the way to the kitchen, I thought I heard noises from the guest room and went to the partially open door to listen. The voices unmistakably were those of David and Wes. My erection was back and throbbing when I recognized the sounds of man-to-man lovemaking. I moved so I could see into the room and, Hot Damn!! There they were, clearly illuminated by the light from the guest bath, their hair-covered bodies entwined in the throes of passion!

They were oblivious to everything except each other in their kissing; hugging and rubbing their handsome bodies in a tangle of black and blond hair. Moving slowly toward a 69 position, their hands and mouths were exploring, caressing every hairy inch of each other's body. My cock was fully erect and throbbing in my hand when Wes' thick, long manhood began disappearing down my father's throat.

They sucked noisily at each other's cock and balls and licked into the hairiness of each other's ass. Then Dad sat up and crouched over Wes' face. They had their fingers buried in each other's chest hair and Wes was pushing his face into David's ass. With Dad moaning his appreciation of Wes's tongue and professing his love for the blond hirsute demigod, I dropped my engorged prick to avoid an immediate ejaculation. David moved around between Wes' legs and, lifting them into the air, attacked the hairy blond ass with his tongue.

Wes was writhing and moaning and begging his hairy, butch stud to mount and fuck him. David was obviously only too happy to honor the request. He buried his super cock in Wes' butch ass and his face in the blond rug on Wes' chest. He fucked man-cunt and suckled the big, abused and erect nipples on Wes’ muscular breasts. As he was being ravaged, Wes stroked and pulled the thick hair of David's shoulders and back; alternately, he shouted sexual obscenities and moaned his love and appreciation of his super butch husband. David began to grunt and then his body was shuddering and convulsing as he obviously was unloading enormous quantities of cum into Wes' bowels. My hand had found my cock again and it was nearing climax; I let go and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen. Pouring my glass of milk, I heard the sound of running water in the guest bath. The front room was cluttered with hastily discarded clothing and two unfinished drinks sat side-by-side on the coffee table. Moving shirts and trousers to the side, I sat and slowly drank my milk.

David and Wes had their arms around each other and were naked as jaybirds when they entered the room and saw me amid their discarded apparel. I raised my glass to them, smiled and said, "God, you two men make an absolutely beautiful couple!"

"Tom, how long…what, uh…oh, shit!"

"Hey, Dad, relax! This just makes it easier to tell you that I am gay. And I have to say again, you two look fabulous together…or apart, for that matter!" I was standing next to them now and my cock was the hardest I can remember it ever being. Wes noticed and closed his big, hairy hand around its base. Dad just stood there gaping but Wes put his other arm around me and pulled me close, kissing my cheek. I crunched my hand through the hair on his back and hugged him back. When my hand slipped down to caress his heavily furry ass mounds, he pushed me away gently and smiled.

Then David finally moved. He grasped me firmly by the shoulders and just looked at me for a minute. "Tom, son, I love you and I'm so proud of you…I don't quite know what to say…are you really gay?

No, of, course, why would you say that if … god, I love you.”

And then, the two of us naked as they day we were born; my father hugged me like a lover and began to cry.

I just hugged him back, loving the feeling and not knowing what to say. "I'm glad neither of us has to hide anymore."

"Me, too, Tommy…me, too. And now, perhaps I can convince Wes to move in and live openly with me as lovers. He'll make you a good stepfather, don't you think?" "I think it sounds like a perfect arrangement, how do you feel about it, Wes?" He moved into Dad's open arms and they embraced and kissed deeply. "If that was a marriage proposal, I accept."

"And I'm off to get the camera…for the wedding pictures." I think they thought I was kidding but I certainly was not.

I convinced them to cooperate and they really got into it. I took pictures of them in a loving, kissing embrace; then with Wes standing to the side of David seated, his cock and balls draped over Dad's hairy shoulder and Dad's tongue tracing his cock head; and then with Wes seated on Dad's lap and David biting his fleshy, erect nipple. Next, I suggested that we should have some family pictures. After several pictures of Dad and me, Wes and me, and Dad, Wes and me with our hands buried in body hair, clutching genitals, kissing and sucking tit, the camera was dispensed with and we got down to serious family business. Talk of fantasies fulfilled, I shot off twice in an hour as I was fucked first by Wes and then by MY DAD!

With David mounting my wanting ass, I confessed how I had fantasized about such a moment since, at age five, I had walked into their room and watched him fucking my mother and wished that I could take her place beneath his hairy body. My confession brought tears to David's eyes and he pushed to full penetration, pulled me against his hairy chest and parted my lips with his tongue.

Wes hugged the two of us as we kissed and then he began kissing me as Dad released his embrace and began to fuck my ass with long, powerful, deep-penetrating strokes…each harder and coming faster than the one before. Then he thrust fully, grabbed my hairy breasts and let out a masculine growl! He must have unloaded a pint of thick, hot gism into my depths to mix with the heavy load I had just received from Wes. I loved the fact that their hot cum was mixed together inside me--it was our three-way union, truly making us a family.

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The day dawned bright and I awakened to soft, manly voices next to me. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to witness the masculine vision I could never grow tired of. My handsome hirsute father was slowing fucking Wes' furry ass, their gorgeous bodies entwined and their bearded faces merged in deep, loving kissing. I rolled over and embraced their hairy, copulating bodies. My hand found the thick base of David's pulsating pole that was thrusting into Wes' butch cunt. They seemed oblivious to my intrusion, so focused on their lovemaking. David growled deeply and slammed to full penetration inside Wes. Shuddering in his climax, he collapsed onto his lover, proclaiming his love and seeking the moaning mouth for a deep, loving kiss. Wes wrapped his arms around his hirsute man, his moans becoming more intense; his body suddenly arched hard against David's. I watched one of the most copious ejaculations I'd ever witnessed gushing thick, milk-white semen into the profuse hairiness until the viscous secretion was dripping from Dad's belly hair into the white pool that had formed in the tight hairy mat just below Wes' naval.

******************************************** Over the next several weeks, I felt like I was in a voyeur's heaven. Dad and Wes seldom wore more than cut-offs around the house and they were behaving just like honeymooners. The sight of those two gloriously hairy men locked in a kissing embrace; or of Wes moaning and writhing and combing his fingers through Dad's thick wool while his hairy breasts were worshiped and ravaged by his man's hungry mouth! God, I was in a near constant state of arousal!

One night I came home from a movie and found them half-reclining on the sofa in front of a T.V. movie.. David's arms wrapped around Wes from behind with his head snuggling into the hairiness of Wes' shoulder and neck. They called greetings to me as I entered the room and I went over to join them. As I began to sit in a near-by chair, I noticed that they were completely naked and Wes' ass was pressed back into Dad's lap. David's hand was slowly stroking up and down Wes' thick, stiff manhood; then I realized that Dad's cock was buried in Wes’ ass!

"I can hardly believe you two! It's a good thing Wes' can't get pregnant, you guys couldn't afford all the kids!"

"Oh, Wes, isn't that a thought…if we could have our love child, wouldn't he be gorgeous…as beautiful as our Tommy! Only he'd have your beautiful blue eyes and blond hair… and thick, black body hair everywhere, except fine sandy-blonde pubic and ass hair."

They kissed over Wes' shoulder and Dad pulled playfully on Wes' right nipple and continued thrusting slowly and deeply into his adoring, manly lover.