Gay Erotic Stories

Last week I had three very large trees cut in my back yard. I wasn’t home when the owner of the tree cutting company came to give me an estimate two weeks ago, so I hadn’t met him until he and his crew of men showed up to do the work. I was almost speechless when I came home from work to oversee the work and met the owner for the first time. In a word, he was gorgeous! He looked to be in his mid-thirties and very fit. He stood about 6’2” and weighed probably 220lbs. He had dark brown hair, neatly trimmed in a mod buzz cut with a well-trimmed moustache. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting Levis, red t-shirt with a few dark hairs showing from under the collar, and an old dirty flannel shirt over it. He had a great outdoorsman’s tan and his face was perfectly chiseled. He was very masculine with a deep, rugged Southern Appalachian country accent. When he firmly shook my hand with his big leathery, dirty hand I almost went crazy. I couldn’t help but to stare and look him up and down.

Shortly after beginning to trim some branches the rain began to pour, but they kept working. Most of the guys on his crew were nothing to look at except for two. One was around 6’ with longer somewhat curly hair under a baseball cap. He had a moustache and goatee, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a day or two. He was wearing a pair of gray sweats and an old ratty t-shirt. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. The other guy was probably in his mid-twenties with dark hair and he had a Mediterranean look, and wore baggy jeans with a t-shirt with flannel over top.

The guys worked about three hours in the pouring rain. When Keith, the owner decided to call it a day I went over to my neighbors carport where they were all gathering in the dry to make plans for the next day’s work. Where they all had worked up a hot sweat, combined with the rain, and the damp heavy air, the entire area smelled of nothing except hot, manly musk and fresh sweat mixed with gas and exhaust from the chainsaws. Every piece of clothing they wore was soaking wet and I could see steam coming off some of them. The guy wearing the sweats looked so fucking hot. His sweats were really sagging and his Hanes were in good view around the waist. I could also get a good view of his cock and balls with the heavy, wet fabric clinging to him tightly. Keith was steaming in his red tee and his wet Levis also made for a good show of his large package as well. They decided on a plan for the next day, packed up and left.

The next morning they showed up bright and early. It was a beautiful morning with bright warm sun. Keith scampered up the largest tree. When he reached a spot to start cutting he took off an old long-sleeve tee and tossed it down onto my deck. I could tell he was already wet with sweat and the shirt he threw down balled up nicely, being damp with sweat. Under the long-sleeve shirt he was wearing a gray muscle shirt. Damn, I get a hard-on just thinking about his hot, sweaty cock and balls up against the tree. After a while I actually thought about snagging his shirt and hiding it.

To my delight, after finishing the job that day, he forgot his old dirty shirt that he had tossed on my deck. It was mine!!! After they left I went out and got it, opened it up and stuck it to my nose. It was still nice and damp with his musky man scent. It actually smelled like he had worn it a day or two. I took it inside and sat down with it. One sleeve had some dried mud on it. I could also smell a hint of spicy cologne mixed in with the sweat, gas, and exhaust. My cock was hard as a rock. I turned it inside out and started inspecting it closely. I found several long, dark armpit and chest hairs. I retrieved all of the hairs I could find and collected them. I just had to wear this stud’s shirt, so I slipped it on and it just clung to me from the dampness.

I have an old dirty, cum and piss stained pair of underwear (tighty whities) that I snatched from and old, hot college roommate several years ago. I retrieved them from his dirty laundry basket one afternoon after returning from class. I met my roommate leaving as I was coming in. He had obviously just finished shooting a big load of cum in them before I got there because the wad of cum was still slick and warm. Of course I had to put the briefs over my face and nose to lick and smell this dudes hot seed. I occasionally put his slick cummy briefs over the head of my precum-covered cock and mixed the two only to return it to my face. I finally shot my huge load into his, in the briefs. Then I licked it again. It was delicious with both our loads mixed together. After that I put them in a zip-loc bag and sealed them up. I’ve kept them all this time. Occasionally I get them out and relive the memory. I’ve even worn them on occasion. Needless to say, they’ve taken a few more loads since then.

Getting back to my original story, I got the undies out and dabbed a little warm water in the pouch to get them slicked up. I then took Keith’s pubic hairs and placed them in the sticky crotch of the briefs. I rubbed the hairy crotch all over my cock and balls just thinking about he guys who once wore the shirt and undies that I was playing in. It was so fucking hot and erotic. The shirt was long, so it came right down to the base of my cock. I just lay there on the couch jerking my cock in the crotch of the briefs, and I pulled the collar of Keith’s shirt up over my nose so I could take in the man scent. After a couple minutes of jacking I was ready to explode and that’s exactly what I did. I removed the briefs and aimed my cock towards my chest and shot about 6 huge blasts of cum all over the damp, sweaty shirt. I cleaned up my cock with the briefs. I will keep these two articles of clothing forever along with the hot memories.

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