Gay Erotic Stories

It had been a busy day in Ron's private practice. He was not positively expectant of the routine physical examination scheduled for the end of the day. These employment physicals usually involved examining some overweight, unkempt, boring executive or dockworker. He had them scheduled at the end of the day and performed the simpler of the lab tests himself as they waited; that way results of the exam were more or less certain by the time they left his office. The secretary had left at 4:30 and he waited alone for the next appointment.

Ron loosened his tie and unbuttoned his top shirt button. Hearing the door in the waiting room close, he was glad the man was on time so he could get this over with. As he opened the door to his office, he was not prepared for the strikingly handsome, bearded man seated in the waiting room. He checked his clipboard for the name and then extended his hand in greeting, "Carl Gaede?"

"Yes, and Dr. Livesay, I presume." A smile crept along the man’s plump, sensual lips, partially hidden by a thick, bushy moustache. His handshake was firm and masculine and he seemed almost reluctant to release Ron's hand. The man’s dark eyes that held his in a prolonged stare had Ron mesmerized. When Carl finally opened his grip, Ron removed his hand slowly. He took note of the great tufts of coarse, dense brown hair curling over and out of the collar of Carl’s shirt; he felt a tightening in his groin.

Directing Carl into the examining room, Ron instructed him to disrobe and said that he would return shortly. Closing the door, he felt his pulse throbbing in his temples and his upper lip was moist. He splashed cold water on his face and breathed deeply to calm himself. Having regained his composure, he walked back to the examination room.

Ron’s pulse again quickened in anticipation of the sight that would greet him as he took a breath and opened the door. Sitting naked on the edge of the examining table was a time-honored vision of total masculinity. The man was naked but there was little "naked flesh" in sight...his solid, muscular build was quite literally covered with thickly luxuriant, curly brown hair. The ultimate badge of his masculinity was the long, thick and perfectly formed, circumcised cock draped languidly over an engorged ballsac between his thick hairy thighs.

Placing a hand on Carl's hairy shoulder, Ron smiled and asked how he was feeling. "Fine, Doc. Don't think you'll find any thing out of the ordinary. I have to pass this physical; it's the only thing between me and a promotion."

“You are far from ordinary... I mean, you must workout; your body is solidly muscled…" he slid his hand down Carl's side, "firm and very little body fat."

“I watch what I eat and work provides plenty of exercise to keep the fat off. You look like you work out, Doc.”

"You can call me Ron and, yes, it’s important to keep fit… but my work doesn’t provide the physical demand. I am left with the club option. Well, let me check you over.." Ron dug the stethoscope disc into the thick hair on Carl's chest as he directed Carl to breathe and hold it and then into the hair of his back for more deep breaths. "I thought I was pretty hairy, but I don't believe I’ve ever seen a man quite as hairy as you, Carl."

"I used to be ashamed to take off my shirt until I found that there are a whole lot of people really turned on by body hair.” Ron had been checking Carl's musky armpit for lumps and now moved his hands through the deep mat up to palpate the glands of his neck. His cock was pulsing and growing into full erection down his pant leg. “Men as well as women have propositioned me on beaches and at clubs. I think it's a hoot… I mean I’m not putting anyone down… getting propositioned is a real turn on for me. And, funny thing, I've come to think that hair looks really attractive on men's bodies... if they have a good physique supporting it." As he examined Carl’s neck, he was aware that Carl was checking him out too. "Man, you certainly are furry… and handsome, too. I'll wager you attract a lot of attention, eh, Ron?"

"Well, at least my share... you want to stand up so I can check you for hernia." Ron was struggling to maintain his professional demeanor. Carl slid off the table and stood looking into space as Ron cupped his hand under the big, heavy balls. The heavy slab of cock was semi-turgid against Ron's arm as Carl coughed ...once... twice. So far Ron had managed to keep his own straining erection a secret. He asked Carl to turn and lean over against the table. Ron was lubricating an un-gloved finger; he wanted nothing to distract from his experiencing this gorgeous ass.

“I really don't like this part, Ron, so please take it easy."

"Don't worry, if doctors would just take a little more time in doing this, people wouldn't find it so objectionable. It also helps if you push your sphincter back as though trying to expel my finger." He was combing the hair away from the puckered opening and then rubbed lubricant on the tight, pink sphincter, massaging it into submission. With Carl following instructions, his finger slipped effortlessly into the butch, sexy hole and Ron pushed slowly to full penetration. Hearing a soft moan of pleasure from the virile man, Ron finger-fucked Carl's ass with several long, penetrating strokes before he seriously palpated the prostate gland. “All’s fine in that department.” His cock was throbbing, begging for release and the pre-cum was making a spot on his pant leg. A couple more strokes and the tight sphincter snapped as he withdrew and turned to the sink to wash up.

“You were right, Ron, that wasn't half bad...in fact, I think there was something quite sensual about your technique. Guess this is proof." Ron looked over his shoulder to see the stud holding his thick, fully aroused cock. "This certainly never happened before!"

“Well, what do ya know?" Ron was pointing to the large bulge down his own pant leg.

"Looks like the cat's out of the bag... as they say." Carl moved closer and caressed Ron from behind, undoing his tie and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His fingers wound through Ron’s profuse hair, as his tongue tasted the slight saltiness on the back of his neck. Ron didn’t protest even as Carl removed his white coat and shirt and buried his face in the hairiness of his back. He kissed up over Ron’s shoulders to his neck as his fingers found the hardening nipples on Ron’s chest and he ground his stiff cock against Ron’s plump ass. As his nipples were pinched and rolled, Ron writhed in the masculine embrace and pressed his ass sensuously against Carl’s hardness. Then turning to face Carl, he gave himself to deep, sensuous kissing; their tongues dueling wildly. They embraced chest-to-chest with hands exploring wildly as Carl unbuckled and dropped Ron’s trousers.

Ron pulled back to look at Carl and smiled, “This likely means that you will have to return tomorrow to complete your physical.” Carl smiled and crushed his open mouth to Ron’s.

Hands massaging plump, furry ass mounds and fingers dipping repeatedly into the hairy crevices, full lips crushing in kisses, tongues probing mouths, they were losing themselves in their totally passionate embrace. Carl turned Ron and guided him back to the examining table and then lifted him effortlessly to sit. Ron’s hands rubbed excitedly through the thick, masculine hair of this gorgeous man who was licking through his chest hair seeking and finding first one nipple and then the other that quickly responded, coming erect and throbbing to the nipping and sucking. Coming up for air, Carl exclaimed, "God, you are one beautiful man, Doc!"

He watched as his massive meat disappeared down Carl’s throat at the same time a finger slipped past the sphincter guarding his love chute. He leaned back his head, admiring the hirsute beauty of the man positioned above him… then opened wide to take the thick, hard cock positioned for his oral worship. They sucked noisily and hungrily and writhed into a lateral position while their hands very actively explored each other’s muscular body.

The sexual tension grew palpable as their bodies arched simultaneously toward climax. Ron shot first with copious amounts of hot, white semen blasting into Carl’s mouth and throat and overflowing his lips. As if that were the stimulus needed, Carl’s throbbing meat unloaded its massive volume into Ron’s moaning mouth. As the aftermath of shockwaves subsided, the men lay sucking the last drops of cum from each other’s still spurting cock. Their hands continued leisurely stroking the thick hairiness of the other’s body, fingers curling tufts of hair, combing and stroking the manly fur.

It was Carl who slid slowly from the table and pulled Ron into his arms; they kissed deeply, tasting the mix of their ejaculum. “You are so phenomenal… I don’t want this to end… not here, not now!” His kisses punctuated every phrase, “Is there someplace we can go… to have a drink… talk a little… make love some more?”

“Yeh… a friend’s place… just a block away. He’s out of town… ‘til next week.” It took somewhat longer than necessary to get dressed as they seemingly worked at cross-purposes; as shirts were buttoned by one, they were unbuttoned by the other in need of more caressing and all the while the kissing continued with varying intensity.

Finally they were at Steve’s apartment and Ron was fumbling with the keys as Carl was leaning against him stroking his ass, nibbling his ear and fondling his hairy breasts. They stumbled laughing into the apartment and closed the door.

“Do you like red wine?” Ron had escaped to the kitchen as Carl collapsed on the sofa.

“Perfect, Ron.”

They sat talking and drinking, kissing and caressing while the soft sounds of Billie Holliday, Barbra Streisand and George Michael played in the background. They found that they had many interests in common (in addition to hirsute sexuality) and their conversation covered several subjects in the hour they spent getting to know a little about each other.

At a lull in the conversation, Ron refilled their glasses and barely set the bottle down before Carl attacked, pulling him into a full body press and a hungry, wet kiss. “You turn me on so fucking much, man! How about we go to bed?”

Struggling to his feet and untangling from Carl’s embrace, Ron dug his fingers into the deep hairiness of the handsome chest and growled, “Bring your glass, Stud… you might get thirsty before this night is over!”

Ron chased Carl down the hall and playfully tackled him, rolling onto the queen-sized bed. Clothes were rapidly discarded and their naked, hairy bodies were locked in a sensuous, exciting embrace. Their kissing was deep and wild and their massive erections throbbed between their hairy abdomens. Ron was on top as Carl’s legs spread and Ron slid down his lover to bury his face in the glorious hair, finding an erect nipple to suckle. His turgid cock slipped beneath Carl’s balls and nestled into the dark hairiness of Carl’s perineum. His assault on Carl’s breasts became rough and insistent and when finally he lifted his head and covered his lover’s moaning mouth with a passionate kiss, Carl reflexively spread and raised his legs to open the way for Ron’s impending penetration.

Ron reached blindly into the drawer of the bedside table and grasped a familiar tube of lubricant. In a well-practiced act, he deftly opened the tube with one hand and squeezed lubricant onto his fingers, transferring it between their legs to his throbbing cock and the tightly puckered sphincter. He took his time with the lubrication of Carl’s sweet man-cunt. Carefully spreading the thick hair away from the opening, he began circling and pressing until the sphincter started to relax. Carl was moaning into Ron’s mouth and clutching at the hairiness of his back and tightening the embrace of their hairy chests. When Ron’s finger opened and began to penetrate, Carl stiffened and squeezed Ron tightly. After a moment, he relaxed and Ron was able to penetrate deeply with his lubricated finger.

Raising Carl’s legs to his shoulders, Ron could hardly believe that this handsome, masculine man was giving himself completely, joyously to be fucked.

He was pressing in between Carl’s hairy legs, his bulbous cock-head seeking the sweet, tight hole; Carl’s large, throbbing cock wedged between their hairy stomachs; the hair of their bodies merged; their open mouths met in hungry, deep kisses; and their hands combed repeatedly through the hair on each other's back. Ron thrust his tongue deep into Carl’s mouth muffling his moan as his thick, pulsing manhood began to open him, stretching him to the limit. He slowly inched his way, pushing inward and then pulling back and pushing again, deeper and deeper into Carl’s bowels until, finally, a pendulous, hairy ballsac was pressed against Carl’s fleshy, hairy mounds.

Carl kept repeating Ron’s name as he moved slowly against the masculine magnificence of his mounting stud and adjusted to the hugeness filling him so totally. His own cock wag regaining its erection and stretched its way through the hairiness of their embracing abdomens. Ron lifted himself slightly to reach between them and caress the shaft of Carl’s lengthening, thickening man-meat. Holding the throbbing hugeness, Ron began a slow in and out fuck that elicited a string of expletives from Carl. He penetrated slowly and then held and ground his throbbing rod in the depths of Carl’s rectum before slowly withdrawing until only the bulbous head was inside and then… slowly back… deep. Carl was writhing and milking the huge stud cock with his anal sphincter… moaning and grabbing the butch, hairy man who was fucking him so sensuously.

Then the thrusts slowly increased in speed and urgency until they became a wild pounding… balls slapping against his ass… hungry mouth at his breast… building and building until the hot, thick rod began throbbing spasmodically toward eruption… spewing thick, hot, copious bursts of cum deep inside Carl’s gut.

Ron straightened and thrust to full penetration crushing his butch balls into the pliant, hairy flesh of Carl’s ass and filling Carl totally with solid, throbbing man meat. Carl pulled his stud to him, burying his face in the sexy wool as he exploded his full, hot load into the hairiness between them. The room was filled with animalistic groans and grunts and sounds of sloppy, wet kissing.

Then all was quiet as Ron lay with his cock slowly softening inside Carl and Carl’s anus tightening to hold it just a little longer. Their kisses had become tender and loving and a little playful. As his cock finally slipped from Carl, Ron began the process of separating the adhesions of their hair caused by the drying of Carl’s cum that had shot all the way to their necks.

**** It was 2:23 AM when Steve checked his watch as he closed the cab door. He was surprised to see Ron’s Porsche parked in the driveway, and was very pleased that he would get to see him so soon. He had managed to skip out on the conference a couple of days early and had barely caught the last flight back tonight. He had called Ron’s cell phone several times to tell him the good news but Ron hadn’t answered and apparently had not gotten his messages… unless that’s why he was at the apartment… but why no call back?

He heard the shower running when he unlocked the door and reasoned that Ron must have worked a late shift and was showering before bed. Dropping his bag, Steve moved quietly to the bathroom door thinking to surprise his lover. Approaching the open door, he heard Ron’s voice distinctly but then there was another male voice that he didn’t recognize. Looking through the doorway, he had a clear view of the lighted glass shower stall and the two dark male figures inside. The steamy shower obscured his view of the erotic happenings inside until Ron’s back encircled by hairy arms was pressed against the glass wall. They were locked in a lover’s embrace. Steve’s voyeuristic interests were piqued. Then Ron turned and leaned against the glass as the other man crouched behind him and appeared to be eating out Ron’s ass. Judging from Ron’s movements and moans, the man’s tongue was experienced and effective in opening his inner sanctum to assault and stimulation. Then another hand pressed against the glass as the figure braced and pulled Ron back against his chest. After a while, Ron’s hairy back was again visible through the foggy glass as big arms surrounded and pulled him into another frontal embrace and it looked like some very heavy kissing.

Steve was quite aroused by the erotic coupling in his shower. He was a little embarrassed by his arousal at seeing his lover with another man, but with Ron still involved in his disintegrating marriage, they had never discussed exclusivity in their relationship and Steve was pleased that this situation had not stirred any negative feelings, like jealousy or anger. He decided to give freedom to his voyeuristic arousal and moved into a chair in the shadows of the bedroom where he would have unobstructed observation of any hot action that might materialize. Soon the patter of water against glass ceased and the shower door clicked open. He could see only a corner of the bathroom in front of the shower where the towels hung. Soft sounds of male voices played in the air. It was Ron’s hand that reached the towels and he caught only a glimpse of the other man, enough to realize that he was quite handsome, fully bearded and covered in brown fur. Then the shower light went out and the rooms were dark but for the lights above the bed that they always kept at the lowest dimmer setting during their romantic rendezvous.

He heard the rustle of bed linens before his eyes adjusted to the dark enough that he clearly could make out the forms of the nude men embracing on the bed. As his eyes adjusted more in the dim light, he was able to identify Ron lying on his back with his arms around the solid mass of hairy masculinity atop him. Ron’s legs spread and flexed and the man slid down between them as he buried his face in Ron’s chest hair. Finally Steve’s visual light accommodation improved so that he could see the other man more clearly when he raised off Ron’s chest to accept the tube of lubricant being handed to him. Even in the dim light, Steve could see that the man was very handsome and his body obviously muscular; the hair on his chest and back was abundant; Steve’s arousal was complete! He adjusted his position and quietly opened his slacks.

Ron’s legs were raised to the man’s shoulders as a massive rod was lubricated and positioned for intrusion. Steve could hardly believe that Ron seemed so willing to accept this bottom position but it became obvious that he was totally aroused by the mounting man who was opening him up and slowly but incessantly pushing his penetration deeper and deeper into Ron’s bowels. While in the beginning of the penetration, Ron had been silent and still, now he was groaning and moaning and moving into the fuck with enthusiasm as the man’s massive rod disappeared inside him. With his hairy legs locked around the man’s back and his heels digging into the globular buttocks, Ron was writhing and twisting in his man’s embrace and giving himself fully to the man’s kisses, then thrilling to the oral attack on his hairy breasts.

Steve’s cock was throbbing near climax and Steve released his grip to avoid his impending ejaculation. He opened his shirt and began stroking his hairy chest, settling on a nipple that he tweaked and twisted. In their lovemaking, although they switched positions occasionally, there was never any question that Ron was the Top in their relationship. Steve had never imagined his hirsute, totally masculine husband in a tryst such as he was witnessing and that he was finding excruciatingly sensual to witness.

The wild action on the bed was continuing toward a feverish pitch. The man was sitting back on his heels, pulling Ron onto his lap and skewering him to the base of his magnificent shaft. Ron’s hands were dancing wildly through the deep brown wool of his mounting man as he was loudly whispering praises of the man’s masculine prowess. Suddenly the man pushed Ron higher onto the pillow and then pulled Ron’s body up into his strong embrace. His mouth covered Ron’s and they moaned into each other’s mouth as their climaxes began rocking their bodies in convulsing throes of release and satisfaction.

Steve had grabbed his own cock (just as he realized that the man was about to shoot his load into Ron) and it immediately had erupted, striking his face with a wad of cum and spewing cum from his neck down across his exposed chest, creating a gooey mess in his chest hair. The sexual release in tandem with his extreme tiredness resulted in total relaxation; Steve twisted his fingers in his sticky chest hair and began to doze off.

He sat up with a start just as the first rays of the sun began barely to lighten the morning outside. He checked his digital watch to find that it was 4:46. Then, rubbing his eyes, he looked over at the bed and saw that the two men were sleeping… fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. As he began to adjust his position, he winced; his cum had dried and stuck the prepuce of his penis to the hair of his abdomen. Gingerly, he pried the hairs away from his penis and got up to move to the bathroom in hopes of cleaning himself up a bit.

As he moved quietly and slowly past the bed, he examined the two men. The familiar body of his lover was as beautiful as ever and his face was totally peaceful with the hint of a smile; the other man’s handsome face and remarkable body were better appreciated in the muted morning light. One of the man’s arms was flung over Ron’s side, his fingers dangling in Ron’s chest hair. The man’s chest rose and fell lightly against Ron’s back and his flaccid cock (still of remarkable dimensions) lay in a drying pool of cum at the entrance to Ron’s gaping love chute. As Steve moved past, Ron moaned and rotated his ass against the man’s large member and pulled the hand down to cover his hairy breast. This stimulated the man to press closer against Ron’s backside and he kissed his neck before both settled back to their dreams.

Steve closed the bathroom door so not to disturb the sleeping beauties. He carefully wet his body hair and gently washed the cum off and dried himself before turning out the light and reopening the door. His intent was to join them in the bed and gently wake Ron with a kiss, but the sight that greeted him left him somewhat incredulous. The man had obviously roused and regained his erection as he now was re-penetrating Ron from behind and Ron was grabbing at the man’s ass to pull him more tightly and deeply while turning his head to the sloppy wet kisses and arching his breasts against the rough manual, sexual mauling. This lasted a short time and suddenly the man rose up and lifted Ron’s leg, managing to slip on top of Ron’s supine position without losing his penetration. They clung to each other, Ron’s legs again wrapped around the man’s hairy waist, as their masculine coitus was re-initiated. Steve decided to wait out this re-enactment of the most sensual male sexual ballet he’d ever witnessed. He kept the door open only slightly as he leaned against the wall and realized his own reawakening erection.