Gay Erotic Stories

I've started every weekday the same for the last five years. I work the midnight to 6:00 a.m. shift (but usually leave at 5:30 because I don't take a break at all). By 6:00 I'm pulling into the driveway of a house halfway between work and my own home. I let myself in with my own key and tiptoe down the hallway to the bedroom. He's always asleep when I silently turn the knob and walk in and he's usually in the same position, flat on his back with a plain white sheet pulled up to his waist. I figure I've done this over 1200 times, and every day I see him like this I have to marvel again at how fucking hairy his chest and belly and shoulders are. The first time I saw him he'd been out mowing the yard without a shirt on. As I approached him I thought he was wearing a dark shirt. Only when I got close did I realize that this hairy bear wasn't wearing a shirt and was completely coated, front and back with thick near-black fur. I pulled into his driveway and pretended to ask for directions to some street but ended up just saying "The hell with it" and I blurted out to him how incredibly turned on I was by his hairy body. "Want to go inside and fuck?" he said, not beating around the bush at all. It was a Sunday morning and I'd been on my way to church to sing a solo for the late service. The only "singing" I ended up doing that morning was shouts of joy and moans of pleasure as he rammed his huge horse- sized cock up my eager ass-hole. So, back to my daily "ritual". I tip-toe across the room and stand above him for a few seconds, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his hairy chest immediately. Instead, I stand silently and admire the way this big ape of a man looks with no shirt on. Finally, when I can't stand to wait any longer I put my hand on his furry front and rake through the thick strands, burying my fingers in the incredible mat. I run my hands across the broad expanse of his chest and then down over his hairy belly. He's built firm and solid, his well-muscled abs ripple nicely, though you'd never be able to see them through all the hair that completely coats his belly. His arms are thick and muscular as well, and (as you can imagine) completely coated with dense dark hair. Supposedly he has a tattoo on his right upper arm, but I've never been able to find it. He's a really heavy sleeper, and there have been days that I spend nearly an hour just reveling in the feel of his furry body under my hands. Most days though, knowing that we're on a schedule, I lean forward and press my mouth to his, feeling his rough days growth of thick whisker against my face. He shaves every morning while I'm there, but by the next day he looks like he's got a week's worth of beard started. He wakes up and returns the kiss, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, giving me a taste of his early morning breath. I love it! He kicks the sheet off his body while I strip off my clothing and I lean down to take his huge cock-head in my mouth. It took me several attempts back when we started meeting daily for me to manage to take the full thick cock down my throat, but now I can do it easily....and with great pleasure! He always tells me he's about to come and I pinch the magical spot on his foot-long shaft just below the bulging head and it makes him able to hold off. Anxious as I am to swallow his big load I prefer having him shoot it up my ass, so I give him just a moment to recuperate and then I straddle his big twelve-incher. It drools out so much pre-cum that I don't need any lube, even to accommodate his enormous organ. Okay, the other reason I don't need it is because I'm always so fucking hot to have the big thing up my butt. We always come at the same time...him up my pulsing man-cunt and me all over his hairy front. I keep his spent organ inside me, collapse atop him and cement us together with my own come as he wraps his hairy arms around me and holds me close. Then we move to the shower and I soap up his totally blanketed body with soap. Jesus, when it's wet the hair on his body appears to be even thicker and denser than when it's dry. He turns and faces the tiled walls of the shower and bends forward just a bit so that I can fuck him there beneath the spray of the shower. I never last very long (even though I've just come earlier all over his hairy front) because I'm always so excited by the texture of his fully coated back. Yeah, this guy has more back-hair than any other human I've ever seen has on his front. We rinse off and dry one another, an act that gets me all excited again. Then he moves to the sink where he shaves his rough whiskered face as I kneel on the floor next to him and suck his cock again. This time I let him come, gobble up the load he blasts into my face and reluctantly get up to get dressed. During the winter he sometimes grows a full thick beard (in about a week!) and we forego the shaving part. When that happens we usually end up back in the bed with me taking his load up my butt a second time. Some times we cut it pretty close. There was one day I pulled away from the house just as his wife turned into the driveway. Usually though, I spot her car a mile or so after I leave her husband. How do I know her work schedule so well? I hired the bitch shortly after my first Sunday morning fuck with her hairy husband. She works 1:00 a.m. to 8:00 and I know it takes her at least half an hour to drive home. She doesn't have the option of taking off early if she doesn't take her break. At my own home I barely have time to say good morning and good-bye to my own wife as she leaves for work - she's a regular nine-to-five secretary. She thinks I get off at 6:00 and then go to the health club before coming home. I once made up some bullshit about being too pumped up after work to come home and sleep right away. I explained to her that an early morning work-out at the gym is just the thing to wear me out so I can sleep during the daylight hours. Yeah, I get a work-out all right, but it's not quite the way she thinks. Do I ever get tired of doing the same thing day after day after day? What do you think?