Gay Erotic Stories

1. My Arrival

The final papers on the divorce came the same day as the notice of my inherited farm. Uncle Ben died and left me his pig farm. I could not believe it. I was a writer. I knew nothing about raising pigs. I decided to drive out to the countryside and check out my new business. It was about ten miles out of town on highway 52. I arranged with my editor to be gone for a week and packed my suitcase. It was not a long drive and I found myself turning off the highway on the a narrow road that led to farm house set on a sloping hillside. The house was surrounded by barns and pens. I arrived around noon. As I drove up the hill I thought about how much my life had changed during the past months. The marriage was over. Jan had her career and had no time for me. We had not even had sex in over a year. I decided to end it and filed for divorce. I spent my time writing and working out at the gym. The workouts actually were what led me to the divorce idea. I found my self attracted to men’s bodies and there were more than enough there to feast my eyes upon. I had only one encounter with a guy my age. We met over coffee one night after a workout and one thing led to another and we were back in his apartment. Any curiosity I had, was satisfied that night. We had both oral and anal sex. I was both top and bottom and I loved the feel of another man’s body against me. The only thing I was going to miss about the city was the gym and its possibilities and my home office where I worked on my latest book. I pulled up to the house and parked the car in the drive. As I went up the steps, the door opened and a young man stepped out. He was about my age, in his mid twenties. He was tall and thin and wore overalls. His hair was darker than mine. I knew he must be my uncle’s foreman. I introduced myself and he said that he was expecting me. We shook hands. “My name is Hal,” he said. I’m Jack,” I replied. He held the door open and we entered the house. The place was simply furnished and neat and clean. We talked a few moments and he took me out to the out buildings and showed me the pens with the pigs. “I know nothing about raising pigs,” I said. “There’s not much to it; just feeding and watering then everyday until they go to market.” “Do you have to kill them?” I asked. “No. The company that buys them takes care of the butchering.” ‘Will you be able to stay and run the place for me?” I questioned. “I don’t know. Probably; I haven’t made many plans since your uncle died last week.” Hal answered. “What do you do in the city?” he asked. “I’m a writer. I’ve written some books and I work for a newspaper doing editing work for them.”

We talked the rest of the afternoon. Hal was very friendly and I instantly took a liking to him. Hal showed me to my uncle’s room which was mine now. He slept in the spare room next door. “Do you get lonely out here away from everyone?” I asked. “A little; I have some friends close by and raise vegetables in the field behind the barn. There is always plenty to do. Can I fix you a drink? I keep my bottle in the cupboard but your uncle had some great liquor in his cabinet.” “Let’s have some of that.” I said. “Some bourbon and water would sure hit the spot.” He smiled and fixed us two drinks. While he made the drinks I was able to get a good look at him. His hair was black and I could tell he was hairy because his arms were covered and hair showed in the neck his open shirt. I could smell his sweat. Hal had a shadow beard. I could see that he was muscular so I asked him how he kept in such good condition. Was there a gym out here? “No gym near by, but sometimes I drive in to town. It’s only a 15 minute drive to the gym there. I work a lot in the field and there’s wood to chop. There is plenty to do to keep me in condition.” he replied. You look in pretty good condition your self.” “I work out at the gym.” I said.

We fixed another drink, but when I placed it on the table, it was too close to the edge and dumped in my lap. I jumped up and cussed. Hal grabbed a dish towel and began wiping the front of my clothes. It was a full glass and I was really wet. “Take off you pants and I’ll put them in the washer,” he said. I did as he suggested and he took the pants and threw them in the washer that rested in a corner of the room. I sat back down and wiped my hairy legs with the towel. My shorts were wet too. “Your shorts too,” he said. Otherwise you will smell like a drunk,” He laughed as he spoke. “My clothes are all upstairs,” I said. “That’ all right. There’s just the two of us here and we are both men. I slipped off the shorts and handed them to him. I noticed him checking me out, but I said nothing. He put the shorts in the washer and turned it on. Then he came back and sat down. I felt somewhat embarrassed sitting there half naked in front of a stranger, but there was nothing I could do about it. It had been a busy morning and with the drive and the heat, I could smell my underarms and wondered if he could smell them too. I cold also smell my crotch. As I sipped the new drink that he fixed I felt my cock stirring.

“I should go and get dressed,” I said self-consciously.” I feel like a fool sitting here half naked.” Hal rose and unbuckled his belt. “Here” he said. “Let my shuck my jeans and you won’t be so self-conscious.” He dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. He wore no shorts. “There,” he said. “Now we’re both half naked. Feel better?” I nodded. Hal’s legs were much hairier than mine. The thick black hair started at his bush and ran down to the tops of his feet. His cock hung down over two hairy balls. His cock was about the same size as mine 5 inches soft. He sat down and took a sip of his drink. I did not know what to say so I started to ask questions about the pigs. He answered a few, and then changed the subject to my college. He asked all kinds of questions. Finally, he got to the topic of sex. “Do you have a girlfriend?” he asked. “Not really,’ I answered. “I just don’t want to get involved with a woman yet. I want to finish my education.” “Are you gay?” I hesitated. “Have you ever had sex with a man?” “Well...” I answered. “I have thought a lot about it.” “You should try it sometime.” Again, I hesitated. Hal stood up and walked over to my suit case. Picking it up he said, “Comon. Let me show you to your room.”

I followed him up the stairs. I could not help but notice his perfectly formed hairy butt as he climbed the stairs ahead of me. He showed me the bed rooms and the two baths. He put my suitcase down in the master bedroom and pointed to the door that opened into a private bath. “Wow!” I said. “This is a beautiful room.” “I’m next door if you need anything,” he said. He opened the curtains and the room came to light. Then he said, “You smell like bourbon. Why don’t you take a shower?” “Good idea,” I said looking into the bathroom. I put my suitcase on the bed and at down and took off my shoes. Hal sat in a chair watching me. “There’s soap in the shower,” he said. I took off my shirt and felt his yes surveying my body. “After your shower why don’t I give you a massage? I have been studying massage and have got to be pretty good now. You must be stiff and sore after that drive from town, and I want to practice what I’ve been learning.” “It was only a short drive but a massage does sound good.” I nodded in agreement and turned on the shower. After a quick wash of my face I felt the door open behind me and Hal stepped into the shower. I moved aside to let him in. “I always do better work after a shower so I thought I would join you. Turn around and let me wash your back.” He took the soap and soaped up my back. Then he moved down to my thighs. He ran his fingers through the soap and hair on my thighs. He ran his hands up and down the back of my legs and thighs. He said, “I like men to be hairy; smooth is for women.” Then he moved to my buns and soaped up each bun again running his fingers gently trough my butt hair and deep into my hairy crack. . When he finished I told him to turn abound and let me do him. He did and I gave him the same treatment. I put both soapy hands on each side of his thighs and ran my hands up and down. Then I moved to his lower legs. I returned to his buns and worked my soapy fingers into his hairy crack. My face was close to this bush and I could smell a mixture of urine, sweat, and cum. I pushed my face into his bush as my finger worked over his hairy hole. He leaned back against my hand and sighed. My finger worked over his hairy lips and gently moved inside his opening. He pulled away and turned around and said, “Now let’s do the other side.” By the time we had finished the water had started to run cold. He we moved into the bedroom and Hal motioned for me to lie on my stomach. I did and he took a bottle out of the dresser drawer and poured some oil on his hands. He started at my shoulders and worked his way down. He worked every muscle and I could feel myself relaxing; paying attention to my buns and thighs. He rubbed the oil into my ass lips and pried the lips open with one finger. After a few moments he added two fingers; then three fingers.

“You have a lot of thick hair in your ass,” he said massaging my buns. Then he worked more on my thighs and calves, and finally told me to turn over.

I hesitated because I had a huge erection.

“Common,” he said forcing me over. “Everyone gets a hardon during a massage.” He worked my chest down to my bush. He poured more oil on and worked my bush and balls and the spot between my balls and ass. I was almost delirious with pleasure. He was sweating and I smelled his body odor. It was manly and pleasant. While he worked on my shoulders his bush was close to my face. I could not help but lean over and sniff his musky odor. When he was finished with my legs he took my cock in his mouth and worked my balls with one hand and rubbed an oily finger into my ass lips. His lips form a powerful suction and it did not take me long to lose control.

“I’m cumming!’ I shouted as my load poured into his mouth. He gulped the entire load down and sat back. “Am I fired now?” he asked sounding a little uncertain. “Fired!” I said. “You’ve got to be kidding. You just got a raise.” I smiled and he relaxed.