Gay Erotic Stories

Slipping around his naked opponent, Kevin stood tall and just as naked, as he slid both strong arms around Andrew' toned hips, beginning to squeeze the other man as both flexed and strained against each other.

Lolling his head back slowly, with eyes winced shut, Andrew let out a long, low bellow of anguish as the bigger man behind him continued to throttle his body in this naked, sweaty reverse bearhug.

Though flexing mightily and focusing intently on continuing to punish his rival, Kevin took great delight in sandwiching his thick, hard, sweaty penis firmly between Andrew' toned, round, pliable asscheeks, much the same way a big, juicy sausage slips between the folds of a soft, warm hot dog bun.

They had been friends for years and as teenagers, had often slept in the same bed when Andrew came to visit Kevin on weekends. Both had wondered about having sex with each other on those nights in bed laying apart from each other. Yet, neither was brazen enough to make any sort of move and as the years rolled on and as they often thought about one another, both Kevin and Andrew would often wonder about why it was that the other man aroused him so much. Neither was homosexual, but given the opportunity, both men would revel the chance to engage in hot, sweaty sex or better yet, a wrestling match giving way to a rough, rowdy, rape-fucking.

Now that they were both men of full autonomy, Kevin and Andrew decided to meet, after so many years apart. Within moments, it was clear to both -due to hints of body language, suggestive words and even the occasional lingering touch- that the two friends were still very much interested in some long-overdue carnal delights together. After booking a room in a local motel not far from Andrew' home, both men were now making up for several years' of lost time.

They had initially begun the slow, sensual process of making out, a caressing stroke, a firm embrace, writhing their hips and strong bodies together as they shared their first kiss. But as they began to roll slowly along the wall of the motel room and then collapse into bed, it was clear that both of them wanted to be in control. A realization that both roused their competitive spirits and sexual hungers. A wrestling match to determine who the Alpha Male should rightfully be seemed perfect to both Kevin and Andrew.

So, after stripping down to tiny, figure-hugging boxer briefs, which sported their full, firm bulges and turgid erections, the two men and long-time friends -and now budding lovers- threw themselves at each other. With muscles flexed and harsh, insulting words muttered, Kevin and Andrew engaged in an impromptu man-to-man brawl with no rules and no time limit. The match would end only until one of the two clearly proved himself the Alpha, worthy of holding physical and mental Dominion over the other man.

After nearly 20 minutes of brawling, with their sweaty boxer briefs long-since ripped away from their bodies -strewn about now as damp, tattered rags on the carpeted floor-, it seemed that Kevin was making an undeniable claim to being the Alpha male in his now intensely intimate relationship with Andrew.

“I can't wait to shove it in your ass, bitch.” Kevin whispered hotly with his lips pressed to Andrew' ear as he continued to dry-hump his sweaty cock between Andrew' sweaty round rump. Lifting Andrew right off his feet now, Kevin began to sway the other naked man side to side in the tight, energy-zapping reverse bearhug, as both grunted and groaned with effort. Victory, it seemed, was just minutes away for Kevin. A realization that had him grinning broadly as the sweat rolled down his face and the rest of his body, as the object of his affections continued to moan erotically in his arms.