Gay Erotic Stories

I looked at the clock and realized that he was nearly an hour later than when he said he'd be there. Damn! I was so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to feel his big cock up my hot ass-hole. For all of you who are pro wrestling fans you'll appreciate the fact that he looks like an absolute double for Arne Anderson, big and blond and stocky and built like a tank. Plus he's got that coating of blondish/brown hair all over him just like Arn, only a little darker and a whole lot thicker. No shit, he's coated like a fucking blond gorilla! Just as I was beginning to think that he might not show up I heard a soft knock at the door. I damned near tripped vaulting across the room to let him in, opened the door and said "Oh where the fuck have you been, I've been going crazy waiting for you!" He stepped inside my small apartment and said "Jesus, Cody, the bitch took longer getting to sleep than usual. I guess maybe she's building up a tolerance to the sleeping pills I've been slipping her lately. What the hell am I supposed to say to her? 'Yeah honey, go on to bed. I'm going out to meet my hot boy fuck?' No, I don't think so! Hey, I'm here now aren't I?" he said, and I realized that I was being unreasonable. Damn he looked good, dressed in a black turtleneck pullover and faded jeans. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close to me, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth the instant our lips met. Inside his mouth is the distinctively undeniable flavor of pussy and I get violently jealous of the fact that he's just made it with her. As I lick around the outside of his lips I can taste more of her juices clinging to the coarse hairs of his rough- whiskered face. This wasn't the first time he'd come late and I'd tasted her cunt on him, and I had no doubt that I would taste and smell it on his cock as well. It didn't matter, there was no point in being jealous of his wife. After all, he was with me now right? I opened my mouth and let him dig his tongue in, doing my best to get rid of the last of those flavors on him. I reached down and slipped my hand into the bottom of his shirt, raking through the thick hairiness of his belly and then upward to his broad hair-washed chest. "Here get this damned thing off!" I said, pulling the turtleneck up and yanking it over his head. He finished removing it and tossed it over in the corner behind me. Before he dropped his arms though, I dove forward and buried my face in the thick brown muff of his arm-pits, nipping at the hairs with my lips, and sniffing in the heady very male aromas of his underarms. After a few minutes of that I traced my tongue over to his one nicely peaked pec, searching for the already hardening nipple buried deep in the dense thicket of hair. Chewing on one, and roughly pinching the other one, I soon had both of his tits hard as bullets, alternating my tongue from one to the other and rubbing my face through his thick chest mat while I moved from side to side. "Oh yeah baby, I love when you do that!" he said, locking his hands behind his head to give me easy access to his other arm-pit before we went back to a long, very deep, open-mouthed kiss that lasted for some time. My hands were again on the back of his neck, pulling him close to me and feeling the hairs that extend right down his neck and onto his back. There's just a dusting there, more down at the base of his back before exploding into a forest just as it reaches the top of his jeans. It's the front of him that I really dig though, his thickly haired chest rubbing up against my own smooth one. I press my mid-section against him and feel that he's got a hard-on (just like me) and one hand moves down to grab him from the outside. At the same time I feel one of his hands slip into the top of my running shorts, his big paw cupping one of my muscular buttocks and squeezing it tightly. Fumbling with his zipper and deftly unbuttoning his jeans, I pull them down over his heavy muscular thighs and they fall the rest of the way to the floor by virtue of gravity. I knew he wouldn't be wearing underwear (he never does when he comes too see me) and I begin my slow deliberate tongue journey from his mouth, down the center of his chest, following the thick line of hair to his sexy navel. There I take just a moment to dig my tongue into the deep indentation before continuing on down to my real target. His cock and mine are about the same size (right at 10 inches....10 very thick inches!) but because he's not as muscular as me his hangs a little different. Also, as you can imagine, his is buried deep within a thick bush of brown pubic hair. Mine is lighter in both texture and color. I stick my tongue out to touch the tip of it and immediately confirm what I suspected earlier. Not only did he eat her before coming to me, he'd fucked her as well. I could smell her on his cock. Again, the feeling of jealousy came to the surface, although I wasn't really worried about his ability to do it again. No, that's never been a problem with Clint McKay. For a man in his mid-forties he's got this incredible ability to go and go and then go again. I hope I have his stamina when I'm his age. "Oh yeah lick my fat cock-head baby, tease it with your hot tongue!" he said, his voice already hoarse with excitement as I began working his big meatus with my lips and tongue and teeth. I ran up and down the heavy shaft of it, cupping my hands around his huge egg-shaped balls and squeezing them all the while, then began to work on it for real. Over the last few years I've found that it takes a little time for him to reach full thickness, so I try to get the whole thing down my throat first and then feel it swell up in my mouth, choking me and filling me to capacity. I reached around with my hands and grab his big hairy buttocks, pulling him closer to me and forcing his big cock deeper down my throat. By now I'd completely forgotten the smell and taste of her cunt on his cock as he starts face-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. At that point he belongs only to me and I'm loving it! I could suck his big cock for hours (hell, there've been times when I did just that!) but when I want him to come, when I really want him to flood my guts with his thick man-juice, I know what puts him over the edge. Dipping my middle finger into the crack of his furry ass-chute I press up and tickle his puckered butt-hole, teasing it and playing with it until I shove up and into him. It works like a charm, just like always, and I feel his big balls draw up and explode their massive load down my throat. He may have just fucked the bitch at his house, but there was still plenty left for me. So much in fact that I couldn't swallow it all. That's fairly common! There's a big dribble of it leaking out the corners of my mouth and I wipe it off into the hairs of his belly, making the coarse hairs glisten with the moisture of his spunk. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him my direction, backing up myself to reach the bed behind us. I sat down on it and pulled my knees up to my chest to expose my hot ass-hole to him. He knew what I wanted and dove in with his face, the rough day's growth of heavy whisker rasping against my smooth buttocks like heavy grit sandpaper. After a few minutes of this he always leaves my ass chafed and rubbed raw but I love it. The other thing that happens here is that he starts slobbering all over my ass-hole, first shoving his moist warm tongue up the chute, then his middle finger, and then his middle finger joined by another one or two to get me really hot and really opened up. A little while with this kind of stimulation and I'm begging to be fucked. After all the times we've done it you'd think I would be used to it, but each time he presses his fat cock-head up into me I feel like it's the first time all over. He's so big that it takes a while for me to open up enough to take him entirely, but once I feel his thick brown pubic bush against my buns I know he's all the way in. That's when he starts fucking me really hard, ramming his big pole way up into me and slamming against my ass with each savage thrust. We go at it this way for a good long time (remember, he's already come once in my face and with his bitch wife just before he left home!) and I wrap my legs around his thick middle to force him deep up my butt. "Aw get ready, I'm gonna' come! Can't hold it any longer you horny cock-lover!" he says to me and I feel the first of several blasts hit my insides. Six, seven...then eight jets of his spunk pump into me like stages of a Roman candle and I respond by shooting my own load, coating the thick hairiness of his belly and chest with rope after rope of sticky white goo. With his cock still buried to the hilt up my ass he collapses atop me and we both sort of pass out from the sheer exhaustion and excitement of our wildly erotic coupling. Later on, laying next to him and nuzzling up against his furry chest I run my hand over the cum-crusted blond hairs and tell him (as I often do) how turned on I am by his thick hairiness. "Am I ever gonna' look like this?" I ask him and he tells me that by my age he was already fairly well coated. "Well Cody, it sort of looks like you take after your mother's side of the family in that respect" he said, then added that I seem to have followed his side of the family with regard to my cock size. "C'mon son, let me have that big thing up my ass. I've been looking forward to having you butt-fuck me all day! There's nothing like having your butt plugged by your own kid!" he insisted. "Unless it's getting it from your big bear of a daddy!" I argued, realizing that both of us were happier in the sack together than we ever could be apart. I wonder if mom suspects him of fooling around. Certainly she has no idea how many years her husband and her son have been going at it whenever we can! God what a stupid bitch!