Gay Erotic Stories

He doesn't talk about his sexual attitudes much, other than to brag about how hairy he is, how big his penis is, and how hot he is in the sack. In a moment of drunken candor, his wife once told me that the first statement was true, but the other two weren't.

But there's an extremely strong homoerotic component to our relationship that both of our wives have thankfully overlooked. Lots of nudging and teasing and cock talk about how horny we both are and how much we like jacking ourselves off, or loping as he calls it.

We play golf a lot, and I admire his extremely hairy forearms and legs. He sits on the grass and I can look up the legs of his shorts and the thick, coarse black hair is if anything even furrier the higher up it goes. God, he must have a hairy ass and bush!

One afternoon we'd finished a round, and he went to get beers and came back sooner than I expected and came up from behind me and slapped me on the shoulder. I started in surprise. "Don't worry, it's just my cock!" he said. Hmmm, I wondered.

As time went on, I became ever more convinced that he'd be open to sex with me, just because of the way we interacted. But I was concerned that he might have issues once it was over and I didn't want that to come between our friendships. But when he and his wife moved 25 miles away, I threw caution to the winds and decided to make my play.

His wife was away visiting her mother and he asked if I wanted to come up for the day. Ride our bikes, maybe go for a run, have some beers? Sure, dude. On the way up, I popped a corner of a Viagra, just in case. I sure don't need it but if you want the biggest, fastest hard-on it's a great way to go.

I'd said I'd be there between 10:30 and 11 and got there right on the dot of 10:30. He answered the door with only a towel wrapped around him. Water from the shower still glistened in his thick chest hair, and the broad patch of curly black hair on his belly that disappeared into the towel.

"I didn't expect you so soon," he said as he walked into the bedroom and I followed, admiring the small but dense patch of hair at the base of his spine.

We went into the bedroom and his clothes were on the bed and he dropped the towel and stood there and I saw him naked for the first time. It was partly what I was expected, his upper legs were just so amazingly hairy, and his bush was so thick that his testicles were completely obscured. But not obscured at all was a long dangling penis that hung down between his legs. Fuck, my little buddy was hung like a horse!

"Big," I said quietly. "Huh?" he said, though I knew he knew what I meant. "You have a big penis," I said. "Yeah," he said with a lazy grin, "I've been told that a few times." He moved his hips slightly and it swayed back and forth, bumping gently against his thighs.

I continued, "I get pretty big, but I start pretty small. More a grower than a shower I guess. You're lucky to please 'em in the locker room and the bedroom." "Thanks," he chuckled, continuing to make no move to pick up his boxers. In fact, it appeared to me that his penis had almost imperceptibly gained a bit of length and had risen up slightly.

Without another word, I stepped two steps forward and took my index finger and snapped it against his penis. "Shit, man, what'd you do that for?" he exclaimed. "You know how I hate heavy lifting, I didn't want to pick it up," I replied.

Now as we stood in silence I was certain. He was rapidly getting a full erection. But what was curious was he seemed to be hardly gaining any length. In less than a minute he was fully and proudly erect, but his penis was scarcely longer than when it had started, and far from feeling intimidated, I now realized that mine was at least as big as his, if not bigger.

And it was that big, thudding away in my jockey shorts, between the eroticism of the moment and also the Viagra. He glanced down at the now obvious bulge in my jeans and whispered, "Jesus."

I reached down into the dense tangle of his pubic hair and grabbed two heavy, stone-like testicles and began squeezing them gently. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of his penis and began rhythmically and slowly squeezing and pulling it.

"I want to see you," he gasped haltingly. I stopped my ministrations for a moment and dropped my jeans and jockey shorts. My penis shot straight up between us. Not letting the momentum ease up at all, I stepped forward and put it up against his totally rigid erection. I was right - my shaft alone was as long as his entire penis, and the head of my cock stuck up above his. "Fuck you're so goddam big!" he muttered.

"Get on the bed on your hands and knees," I instructed. He did, and I crouched behind him. I began stroking the unbelievably thick black hair on the backs of legs with my hands, and then my fingernails. I occasionally reached into the dense matted hair between his legs and grabbed and tugged the heavy testicles. With my lips and tongue I began gently nuzzling his hairy ass and began running my fingers up and down his ass crack.

"Oh man, nobody has ever done that to me ever!" he groaned hoarsely. I spread his cheeks open and a riot of thick hair came out of his ass crack. Spreading him open even further, I found his anus in the bottom of the dense tangled hair. I gently began licking it, and his groans of pleasure grew louder. From his rhythmic motion I could tell he was jacking himself. I pushed my lips forward and grabbed the little doughnut ring of his sphincter between my teeth and began gently nibbling it. The groans quickly became shouts of pleasure.

I stopped briefly and pushed over so he was lying on his back, and pushed his legs up in the air so I could continue my tongue work while watching him jack himself. Our eyes locked, and I could see him, red-faced and panting. It was just seconds before he started bucking his hips and then he had an explosive, shouting orgasm.

I expected a huge ejaculation, but surprisingly all he emitted were a few small spatters, which landed, in the furry bush on his belly.

He lay there panting, and I lay backward on the bed crosswise in front of him. My penis was way up past my belly button, throbbing obviously and a deep, angry red. I grabbed the base, and with just a few seconds of strokes, I too was overcome by pleasure. But unlike Rick's small emission, I fired off an enormous load. The first shot up in the air, hitting me in the face. The second landed in one continuous stripe from my belly up to my neck. A few more squirts landed all over my hairy stomach.

I looked at him and saw his eyes were glazed in a mixture of envy, admiration, and awe that I'd seen before. I started laughing and grabbed some tissues and began cleaning myself up.

At the same time, he got dressed, and in a few minutes, we were ready to continue the day, almost as if nothing happened.

But it had. At the end of a full day of outdoor activities, as I left to go home, we shook hands. "What a great day, man," he said. "I'd love to do it again."

We shall see . . .