Gay Erotic Stories

The fair was getting boring. I was there with my girlfriend Michelle, and Benji and Christy who were going out together. We had already ridden the best rides, eaten all our favorite foods and were hanging around the games. Benji was throwing darts, trying to win some stupid stuffed animal for Christy, but Michelle didn’t want one. So I was just standing in back, watching Benji lose money. Benji’s on the football team with me. He’s a defensive lineman and I’m a linebacker. We grew up on farms next to each other, and I had been to the fair with him before and knew he wasn’t going to win any animal. He’d be better off spending money on beer if he wanted any chance to fuck Christy tonight. Once she was drunk, she’d let anyone fuck her. She’d even try and give you a blow job, but she wasn’t very good at it. I knew, and most of the football team knew too.

While I’m watching Benji and the girls, I see some guy at the next booth over staring at me. I look away and look back. He’s still staring. I can only see him from the chest up, but he looks like a real mess. His sleeveless t-shirt is torn and dirty, not in a cool way, but from working too much. His hair is short but shaggy and he hasn’t shaved in a while. He’s got a lot of muscle, and seems to know the workers at the next booth. I figure he’s a carnival worker too. He doesn’t look like he’s from around here. I check on Benji and the girls, and then look back again and he’s still staring. Whatever.

“C’mon guys, I’m getting bored. Let’s find something else to do”.

“Yeah, this game sucks. Let’s do that one with the water guns. That’s more fun any way.”

So we walk around checking out the pig races on the way over to the other games. Girls always think the pigs are so cute. They smell like shit to me, and I spend half the time on the farm shoveling some type of shit, so the pigs aren’t doing anything for me. There’s that guy again, the carny worker. He’s standing across the pig track staring at me. I can see the rest of him, frayed denim shorts and worker boots. He looks real hairy everywhere – face, chest, arms and legs. He reminds me of defensive coach Miller. He’s also real hairy and has the same built up muscles, except this guy’s are probably from manual labor and not weights like the coach. I’ve checked out Coach Miller in the weight room. His body’s so different from mine. Where he’s all dark and hairy I’m all light and smooth. I’ve seen him in a jock too, even his ass is hairy. Me and coach Miller are like night and day. Except I have muscles too. Four years of weights and football builds you up, that and a lifetime shoveling shit.

The guy across the track looks like he’s rubbing his crotch. Jeez, he’s got a big bulge. Not that I’m into guys, but it’s hard not to notice when the bulge is that big and snaking down the side. The denim’s kind of white where it’s rubbed over time. He ain’t leaving much to the imagination. I look back up at his face again, and now he’s smiling at me. What a pervert.

“Let’s go find that other game, or a funnel cake or something. I’m hungry again”.

Instead of the funnel cake, we decide to get a bucket of chocolate chip cookies and go to the milk bar. Of course the cookie vendor has the longest line. As we wait, suddenly that guy is standing behind me. I’m not sure whether I saw him first or smelled him first. He smelled like a locker room after practice. I tried not to pay attention to him, but he was standing so close I could hear him scratching his whiskers, smell his sweat and practically feel the heat from his body. After a minute or two I swear he brushed up against my ass. I had on a navy blue team t-shirt and workout shorts with white compression shorts underneath that hung out below the workout shorts. So it could have been the breeze and loose workout shorts moving around a bit, but it felt more like a hand.

“Bring your friends to the fun house in 15 minutes. I work there. I can get you in for free.”

Startled, not sure what to say, and wishing I were somewhere else, I stammer “Uhh” and manage to mutter, “Thanks dude.”

What’s definitely a hand on my ass squeezes my right butt cheek, I flinch and turn, but the guy is gone. Good riddance pervert.

“Who was that guy? Do you know him?” Michelle asked.

Embarrassed, not sure what she saw, I say “I don’t know. Some guy who works at the fun house.” Without thinking, I added “He said we could get in for free.”

“Oh, I thought maybe it was a cousin of yours from the freak show” Benji offered.

“Very funny. Let’s just get out of here.”

“I want to do the fun house” Michelle mockingly pleaded. “Yeah, I want to do the fun house too” Christy joined in, “We can come back for cookies later”.

I tried to get them to do something else, but they kept insisting on the fun house. I really didn’t want to see that hairy smelly ass-grabbing guy again, but I didn’t want my friends to think I was a total loser. Eventually, we headed to the fun house. I agreed to go with them and get them in, but I wasn’t going in. I’d wait outside. The fun house is lame anyway.

As we approached, the hairy guy was outside working the entrance, waiting for us with a satisfied smile. The loud prerecorded laughter and shrieks made me more uneasy than I already was. “Step right up, party of four.” I could smell him again, that familiar sweaty man smell. His body hair was spilling over the collar of his t-shirt and out the arm holes. I told myself not to look down, but I couldn’t stop myself. More hair and more of that over sized bulge. It was even bigger up close. He caught me looking and gave me a wink. “I’m not going in. I’m just waiting at the exit” I managed defensively.

“Everyone has to go, that’s the only way you get in for free” he said looking straight at me.

“Oh come on” Benji urged. “He’s going in” Michelle added. Not wanting to look like a fool. Especially in front of this guy, I pushed ahead, determined to get this over with.

The fun house started out with a dumb hall of mirrors, then rotating platforms and spinning tunnels. The whole time there was this loud crazy laughter, prerecorded screams and circus music. Somewhere inside I fell out of a tunnel into a dark room. I couldn’t see a thing in the dark and didn’t know where any of my friends were. Then a strobe light flashed in my face blinding me. Somebody ran into me and pushed me to the side. I pushed back, still unable to see anything. Another push and I was up against a wall then it gave way. Maybe it was a door, and then suddenly I could smell him, it had to be the hairy dude. It was totally dark. I tried to get away, but within seconds he had me pressed up against a wall and I could feel his hairy body against mine. I struggled but it was useless, he had me pinned. I thought I was strong, but he was stronger and he knew what he was doing and where we were. The more I struggled the harder he pressed me to the wall. With no way to escape, he started to grind his hips into me. I could feel his over sized bulge up against my ass. I tried to scream, but the sound of my voice was drowned out by the fun house sound track.

His unshaved chin was against the back of my neck and ears, scratching me. I could feel his breath “I’m going to fuck that fat farm boy ass of yours”. He thrust harder as if to get the point across.

“No, no, stop. PLEASE” I screamed, but it didn’t stop him. He pulled his hips back, then I felt his denim shorts drop to the floor and in a quick jerk, my workout shorts fell to the floor as well. When he pressed his hips back forward I could feel his big cock up against the tight white compression shorts stretched across my ass.

“You’ll be saying please in a minute, but it will be ‘Please fuck me harder’” he sneered. By now his cock was fully hard. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock head as it rubbed along my ass crack. First he rode it up and down my crack, and then he shifted, pointed it down and pumped it between my legs, and then he would back up slightly and poke it directly at my shit hole. He did it again and again. His hard cock was a lot bigger than mine. It was even bigger than Benji’s. I’d seen his hard before. He kept pumping, that fat cock head riding back and forth across my nylon covered ass; his hairy arms and legs scraping across mine. I was trapped and scared.

“Please don’t rape me mister!” I begged.

The sensation and smell and darkness and soundtrack were all making me disoriented. I was exhausted from struggling and confused.

“You can’t rape the willing, and your ass is begging for it” was his reply. With one hand he reached around under my t-shirt and started pinching my tits. I gasped and screamed and instinctively thrust my ass back to escape, but only succeeded in riding his cock harder. He kept playing with my tits and scratching his chin into my neck.

I’m not sure how long this lasted. It seemed like forever, but maybe it was just minutes. I was shocked and embarrassed when I realized my own cock had grown hard and my ass was reaching backward voluntarily to meet each new thrust.

“You’re ready now” he grunted and peeled down the back of my compression shorts, completely exposing my ass; the air cold against my burning ass cheeks. I heard him spit in the darkness as the pre-recorded laughing and screaming continued. And then I felt it. The hard thick tip of his cock, slightly wet, first against my ass crack, and then up against my ass hole. I didn’t want to be fucked like a girl, but I didn’t resist. Both his hands were now roaming freely over my body. I could have struggled or screamed, but I didn’t. My tits were sore as he continued to pinch, torn between pleasure and pain. “Tell me what you want farm boy”.

I swallowed hard. “Fuck me…please”.

“Fuck you how?”

“Fuck me, hard.” And then as if on cue, he shoved the head of his cock up my ass. My screams mixed with those of the fun house. The pain was incredible. I was sure I’d never shit again, and yet he continued pushing his cock up my ass. Finally I felt the hair at the base of his cock up against my ass, and I knew he was in all the way. He paused there for a moment, letting me catch my breath and quiet down. Thinking the worst was over, he slowly withdrew a painful inch or two, and then pushed back in all the way.

“Your farm boy ass is one tight fuck.” Each time he pulled back a little further before pushing back in all the way. Over and over again he plugged my ass with his thick cock. As the pain died down, I began to feel a hot warm tingling sensation in my gut. It was like pleasure from the inside instead of on the surface. Now instead of bracing myself for each thrust, I was anticipating every inch. I wanted his hairy fat cock. I wanted to be fucked.

“Your girlfriend can never make you feel like this. Only a man can.” I had forgotten I had a girlfriend. We were in a rhythm now, each thrusting like animals. I was dreaming of hairy coach Miller fucking me in the weight room, picturing his hairy ass as he drives his cock into me. And then I thought of guys on the football team fucking me in the locker room, one after the other.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, one of his hands reached down to my ignored cock, still trapped in my compression shorts. He gave it a rough yank, causing me to scream again, this time in pleasure instead of pain. “I’m getting ready to fill your ass with man juice.” he breathed into my ear while scratching my neck with his scruffy whiskers.

His cock grew harder and fatter as he let out a scream for the first time, and I felt his pulsating cock shoot deep in my ass as he drove all the way in, balls slapping up against my ass. Shot after shot, filling me with his cum, until he was empty and I was full. As he stopped fucking, I felt strange, satisfied. Without withdrawing, he started to jerk my cock wrapped by a handful of stretchy nylon compression shorts. With only a few short jerks, it was my turn to scream again as I shot the biggest load of my life into my shorts.

It all started to sink in. I was overcome and exhausted. I had just been fucked up the ass by some hairy carnival worker. I could explain how it happened, but I couldn’t explain why I liked it so much.

“That’s was a perfect fuck farm boy. Now let’s get you put back together before your friends become worried.” We fumbled through putting our clothes back on in the dark. My cum drenched compression shorts, sore tits, scratched neck and over stretched asshole souvenirs of my first fuck.

“I don’t know your name, but thanks”.

“You don’t need to, but I’m here all week if you want to come for another free ride. There’s more I can show you farm boy.” With that he opened a door to the outside in back of the ride and I stumbled out, unable to walk right. My painful asshole dripping another man’s cum. We both knew I’d be back.

Out in front, the trio of Michelle, Christy and Benji were waiting for me. “What happened? Where’d you go?” they asked.

“I guess I took a wrong turn and got lost.”

“You were right. That was a dumb ride. Let’s go back and get those cookies. Are you okay? You’re walking funny.”

“I think I twisted my knee of something. I’ll be okay. I kind of liked the ride,” I said with a new found grin.

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