Gay Erotic Stories

I had hot sex with a guy whom I wanted sex from the day we met. From the moment I saw him walking toward me in the heat that rose from the steel, stones and crossties of the tracks, I wanted to touch his hairy and humpy form. But decided that the friendship we quickly formed was more important because he found me to be such a great person. So great that the third time we talked, on the tracks, I offered his rough, bearded form use of my shower, and the opportunity to hang out indoors, out of the weather.

He agreed, and oh what a ride as we walked. My free-swinging cock stayed at least half-hard all the way, and I had a hard time walking the rails. For my eyes wanted to continue their stare over his five foot ten inch tall, 35 year-old body. But that was nothing. Once we got to my place, he showed his readiness for the shower and peeled off his shirt. Damn what an upper body he had! I remember I swallowed really hard and found it difficult to close my mouth and cease the stare. I managed through that, and then he asked if I had a disposable razor. At age 36, my facial hair barely exists outside of my moustache and goatee, so I don’t shave much.

But I got him a razor. Talk about being in a state of total sexual fixation. Man, it was extreme erotic torture to stand and watch him shave that masculine badge from his weathered skin. My cock throbbed so hard, I wanted to touch him so bad, and I tried every angle I could to hide my hard-on, or just get away from him. He wouldn’t have it and continued to talk and shave until he was finished. I was glad when he said he was gonna get in the shower, took my throbbing “niner” and practically ran to my room. After that day… h had no problem with my being gay once I told him. He’d found me to be the great friend I am, and realized I fully understood when he said ‘the guy thing’ wasn’t for him. Even though I would spring a boner every time we were near each other, I learned over the 3-year period to accept it all. He and I saw each other less frequent in the past year, mainly due to my working so much and not taking time to get out like I used to. Or so I thought that was the reason.

My roommate called meat work one night during a hellacious thunderstorm, to tell me there was some bearded guy hanging around, who swore he not only knew me, but had been in the apartment before. I was a bit concerned, so I asked to speak to the person on the phone. After Timmy said his name, I knew I was dealing with a friend. But wow, I wasn’t expecting the deluge of emotion that poured into my left ear. His father had passed, he had lost his place, and to make matters worse, he had suffered a head injury. My heart fell so hard I just wanted to be there with my buddy, but alas, I had to finish my shift. I told my roomie to let him in, let him get comfortable, and that I would be there soon.

Man, my way of walking on the way home was like controlled chaos. My cock swung free in my Levi’s in the moist heat of the summer night. With something of a boner from the visions of Timmy’s hairy body that rolled around my brain. But hard-on aside, I was concerned as well as eager to see him again.

My roomie greeted me at the door, and was quick to whisper that Timmy was not only in his underwear, but he had stripped down right before him and showed that sweet backside to change into them. Now bear in mind that he and my roomie had never met previous. I found it odd, but since it was no big deal to my roomie, I hadn‘t a second thought with it; until I turned the corner and saw his thick, dark tanned and hairy form. My cock again rose to hardness as he stood to his five foot ten inch height and walked toward me in just his underwear.

The pouring of emotion that went into my ear at work was now in the right ear and on my shoulder in the kitchen. Timmy’s arms were around my neck, and I could feel the masculine scratch of his weeks’ worth of facial hair on my neck. I felt so much sympathy for him I cried, but it did nothing to stop the throbbing of my cock. Even the heat of his alcohol soaked breath sent surges of manfuck lust through me. I felt so guilty, but damn it, I felt good too.

I rubbed his built shoulders as we cried, then gasped slightly as I looked down and eased hands over his muscular back. I let my breath out slow and told him some words of condolence I truly meant. When he released me and I had to look into those beautiful blue eyes, I felt my knees going weak. He thanked me for my caring, put his big arm around my slim waist and walked us into the living room. We sat and had a few drinks, engaged in a little 420, during which he told me of his trip out of town, which explained why I hadn’t seen him. Then came the awful truth of his head injury, and of his fathers’ passing.

There was a lull of silence, and then he said he needed a cigarette. He slipped on shorts my roomie provided and went out the back door to smoke one. My roomie looked at me in a way I found funny enough to laugh about. I asked him why the look, he said he knew I was gonna get some of my buddy that night. I completely denied it, sure that Timmy was there strictly for my friendly comfort and a place to crash for the night. It mattered not what I said; my roomie stuck to his guns. I changed the subject just as Timmy returned through the kitchen door.

He went through another bout of crying, during which I got to hold his 177-pound frame again. Good grief, to feel him after the buzz I held onto was too much. I lusted after my friend so hard I couldn’t find my voice to say a word while he cried into my upper body. I just kept my physical comforting of his masculine form to a restrained rub. Once I got another full whiff of him, it all came under some sort of control. I spoke to him, stroked his thick hair as he thanked me again for letting him bring his wet self into our place. I assured him everything was fine, and told him to just relax and get his crying all out. What a good-feeling guilty hard-on I had throbbing.

After he began to feel better, he got into the television. Then asked if there were any movies on that we could watch. I showed and explained to him the guide as I scrolled through, to find none. My roomie soon excused himself to his room, bade Timmy good night, gave me that look again, and then was gone. I was then asked if I had any movies that we could watch. I jokingly said, “I have nothing but fuck flicks, and you’re not into my end of the spectrum.” Then, right after, remembered the bag of straight flicks a fuck buddy had left. Before I could tell him about them, he said he would watch one, didn’t matter if it was gay. He just hadn’t seen one in so long, he didn’t care. I laughed, and then watched his face light up when I told him about the other flicks. He asked me to get him one of them, I suggested he reach behind the loveseat and pick his own. Then I remembered his state of mind and chose one for him.

I would look at him on occasion while we talked, but now that I knew he felt ready to get a boner to the movie, I tried even harder not to look at him so much. It wasn’t long into the movie before he spoke.

“I think I’m gonna have to jack off.” He said low and so matter-of-factly that it made me turn my head and look at him. I felt the words filling up my mouth, but I retained them and turned my gaze back to the flick before I spoke.

“Would you prefer to be alone in that?” I said, and then became surprised when he gave no answer. It thrilled me to the depths of my balls, but it surprised me. After a few minutes, he spoke again.

“Do you mind if I jack off?” The sincerity and masculine need I heard in his voice helped turn my head to look at him once more. I told him he could do whatever he felt; then again asked him if he wanted to be alone. He said no sort of slow, and then asked if I sat around all evening in my clothes after work.

I untied my left boot and watched in my peripheral as he lifted his hips and stripped down the underwear from his cock. I managed to strip down to my T-shirt and not look at his cock. Mine throbbed like wild before I got my boots off, and as I sat back beside him, Timmy became sure to lean forward and get a gander at it as it throbbed. I stared at his face as he looked, then made sure our eyes met when he finished.

“That’s a big fucking cock!” He said right loud, with a smile and another look down the nine-inch length. I also noticed his hand rested in his crotch. I looked to see why; he had his cock covered.

“It ain’t much compared to that monster.” He said and pointed at my cock to try and divert my stare. I could only chuckle and stare with manfuck hunger into his beautiful eyes.

“With a body like that, you don’t have a two inch cock I know, so please don’t make size an issue.” I said and removed his hand from his crotch. I certainly had no problem with the thick, uncut six inches he sported. In fact, I licked my lips, let out a hungry groan and felt really eager to let him feel my mouth on it.

We locked eyes for another hot few seconds or so, he stared at the flick, as did I. The guy in the flick had a nice cock. We played with our dicks in silence with an occasional ‘can’t help it’ look into each other’s eyes. The looks became stares at and over each other, as I knew they would, and then he asked if I sucked cock.

“What kind of gay man would I be if I didn’t suck cock?” I asked and eased a hand from his furry belly to his crotch patch. Then surged with pure man instinct as I changed my position to kneeling on the carpet before his humpy form.

The rain that had passed and soaked him to the skin smelled so good when mixed with a little of his relatively fresh ball sweat. I surged at the headiness yet managed to keep my tongue in my mouth, and my groans low till my nose finished the sniff. When I did unleash my tongue upon his balls, he was not ready. He immediately tensed up and uttered an odd groan. I stopped and looked up into his eyes. He chuckled, then shrugged his wide shoulders and gave me a half smile. I promised not to hurt him, watched his expression change to something serious, then just when I’d gained his full attention, I lapped his nutsack.

His reaction remained smooth, calm, and it sent me on another surging ride as I fell fast into comfort in his hairy crotch. Yet I can’t lie; disbelief had me shaking the entire time. I had fostered the friendship from the sexual urges for 3 years, and there I knelt, pleasing him like I had wanted to from the start. Even after I took his cock into my mouth and watched his shiny, medium blue eyes widen in pleasurable surprise, I still had not let it sink in.

He ceased my action after a short while, then asked if he could put a question before me. I agreed, he asked if I had wanted to have sex with him before that moment. I held back the grin, told him yes in a heavy exhale, but also pointed out the fact that I had gotten my urges under control. He asked me why. When I had such a monster cock compared to his. The epiphany of his lack of understanding caused me to use the grin.

“Look,” I told him through it, “It never mattered to me whether or not you had a ‘monster’ cock, as you call mine. My reason for being so hard cock hot for you is your body. I've wanted to touch your body since the first day I saw you…” Oh man I poured my horny heart out to that hairy, thick built and tanned fucker. His confession was that he had wanted to ask me to give him head some time earlier that summer when we’d been drinking together. I vowed to show him what he’d missed by not using the opportunity.

The nervousness died after a few sucks down that thick uncut cock of his. In no time we fell into it; my hands did a slow cruising over his hairiness, my lips slid along his shaft and he whispered whatever it took to keep him turned on as his eyes remained wide and transfixed on the flick for a while. He tightened the muscles in his thighs and calves as I played hands over them, which made me turn my moans to deep growls and get harder grip on them. Seemed the harder I went at him, the more he coaxed me on with the flexing. It wasn’t long before I hunkered right up against him, sucking his cock slow and hard while easing a finger over each hair-laced nipple.

He made me stop again, and stared between my hungry brown eyes and the action in the fuck flick while he stroked that cock and seethed. I gave him a quizzical stare when he asked me to do him a favor and stand, but I did so. I leaned back and made sure to watch his eyes; they stared right at my cock. He shook his head gently and grunted.

“That’s such a big cock.” He said, then surprised me and touched it. Then he began to stroke it really slow. Those eyes stayed locked on his action, and I swore his face had gotten closer to the head. I knew my cock throbbed hard partially from the fear-induced adrenaline. So I closed my eyes tight for a second or three, opened them and found it all to be as I’d thought; wishful thinking. I gave a damn less, for that hot fucker touched me. I wanted to see his eyes, and when he did look up into mine, those blues showed me everything; his all out horniness, his all out need for sexual contact; the fact that he felt nervous about it being another man, but glad that I remained the man he shared it with.

I asked him if he would turn over onto his belly for me, and promised to do nothing he didn’t want. He granted my request and I again sat in awe. The past years of weight training still showed in his form. The width and depth of his upper and lower back muscles held my gaze. I heard my breath as it left my mouth or nose in huffs of admiration and pure manfuck heat. I had to tell him how much I liked what my hands slowed up, down and over. When I got to his ass, I had to really get control.

Those cheeks were full, round orbs of muscle that nature dressed with just a downy coating of hair. They felt so soft that I rubbed my face over them both, and even kissed them lightly. My buddy moaned softly as I looked up his body, slid my hands up his back and got massaging grip on his broad shoulders. I meshed the hair on my chin with the patch on his lower back and applied slight pressure as I pulled slightly on his shoulders. Timmy groaned, said yeah and even arched his back and flexed a bit for me. Then he reached back, touched my body, whispered something about how I made him feel, and he turned over. Just a look was all it took.

He made himself comfortable as I knelt and got back down on that throbber. I could see the fact that Timmy felt grateful to me for the sex, as shared with another man. I rejoiced in the feel of his hands on my head for the short time they stayed there. Then he surprised me when he eased a thick hand down my cheek, used one finger to touch first my moustache, then my tongue. Followed by a trail he dragged that moved my oral attention to his balls. I just knew to lick them easy, laze my tongue over, under and between them and the steely hardness of that cock. He’d said next to nothing up to that point, and his hands remained mostly at his sides, but there came that point, his fingers had gone empty long enough. He had to get something in his hands. He knew what made him feel that good, and he just had to get hold of it, grip it--fuck it!

I really didn’t know what to do or say when he called my name and touched my almost hairless head in prelude, but just for a second or so like before. I wanted so bad to look into his eyes, but dared not. He groaned with meaning, applied his hands to my head with force and to stay, and grip. He whispered my name a little louder, and then said something about the flick. He looked down, seethed and made sure my mouth went down on his cock. I watched his eyes close, and felt right there with him when the grin spread his beard and showed the white teeth.

He fucked my mouth like wild. He kept the groans going till he’d gotten really loud, and I hoped he didn’t wake my roomie. He finally ceased my action on his cock, but held my head against the thick hairiness of his thigh and forced me to watch that cum blast outta that cock and cover it and part of his thigh. After that, I got lower on him, till that cum-covered cock sat just an inch from my lips. I stroked my cock and groaned as I stared at it, smelled it, fought my urge to lick the cum right off that cock. I wanted to lick it slow, first just what remained on the head, and then I’d take that left on the shaft and end up with that cock in my mouth. Then roll back that foreskin and clean all the cum out from under it.

It not only turned out to be the best visual fuck fodder; it helped me stroke my niner to a multi shot climax that reached my chin. I heard his words of amazement, and used the rest of my already sapped energy to retain my laughter.

The flick kept running as we regained somewhat normal breathing. I didn’t think we paid much attention to it, and then found out how wrong I was. I sat in admirable amazement and watched my buddy stroke off and shoot another load about thirty minutes after our 3:30 a.m. finish. I practically crawled to my bed and when I woke at 7:30 a.m. he lay there at it again. I lay in my bed, stroked my cock while I listened to him watch the flick and stroke that cock. I heard him get up to go have a cigarette, and then I went out to the sofa and stretched out with a boner.

He returned, with a pleasant look, went back to his place right beside me and started in again. We fell so into meat-gazing each other that we didn’t move to get the action going again. Well, not right away. Hell, it became so much manfuck fun to watch him and his hairiness I didn’t care right away. It actually became hot to see him tighten that up sultry body from the small distance between us; just as I’d felt him do on the night previous. I couldn’t help but reach over and occasionally glide a hand over his pectoral when he’d tense those muscles. After a few more of those, he’d gotten to standing over my hungry mouth, and I groaned while he fucked it till that load stood ready to blast. He then ripped it from my lips and shot that cum from my lightly haired chin to the middle of my chest. I shot my load while orally caressing his nuts, then we cleaned up and he started on his way to attend his father’s funeral.

He did promise to make a return some time afterward. As I write this, I still wait. Upon his return, if he is ever to again approach the idea of sex between us, I know I won’t turn him down. Trust me when I say it’s not so much for the sex, more for his friendship. I appreciate his masculinity and the willingness in the depths of his friendly heat.

GRIFFIN