Gay Erotic Stories

My paintings were coming along and Steve was healing nicely. He still could not use his hands very well and was going to need some reconstruction. He will have a long scar on his abdomen. Every morning, he and the girls jog down to the falls and bathe, then they race back up the hill to the house. Steve seldom loses that race. His is very strongly developed from his bicycling, and he is tall and lean with very long legs. One of the things we discovered was, Steve is real good with hair styling. Even though he said he has had no training. He often did the girls hair while we sat around talking in the evening with our small glasses of wine and apple juice. The season was coming near to an end and I for one did not want it to stop. Some mornings it was necessary to put on a throw robe or some other form of clothing until the sun came up and warmed us. The girls, and Steve too, had perfect tans and were in excellent form. I was busy photographing them from every angle, so I would have as complete a record as I could get. Steve offered to pay me for his stay which I was glad to accept because a couple of the paintings were refused. The deposits paid the expense, somewhat, but it is not the same as making a good sale. My NY gallery will take them. They want everything that I do and even have a small waiting list for my sketches. Those are usually purchased by students from the Art Students League. This next week, I am having a summer/fall artist's holiday session here at the farm. There will be eight or ten people participating. They have to submit examples of their recent work in order to be accepted. I am undecided on two of the people, who are older folk and not professional artists. They wrote that they would pay extra for private tutoring. I wonder what they expect? ------------------------------------------ The team of horses stood nervously by the park across from the bus station. The bus was late and it looked like rain. The warmer weather was about over. There was a crisp chilliness to the air, fall was not far off. Steve and the girls were in the coffee shop filling themselves with ice cream sodas. It has been eight weeks since they were in town. They said the only thing they missed were the sodas. Mr. Adams at the grocery store motioned for me to drive the team over and pick up my huge order. Fourteen people eat a lot, especially in the good clean mountain air. Adams shook my hand and asked, "I was wondering, Mr. Sven, if it would be good if I brought my niece up to see your place after the folks have all gone?" "Maybe Adams, I'll let you know when I bring them back down, OK?" His niece who I hadn't seen in years stood in the doorway. Her mother was a beautiful oriental and her father an ex GI. They had married on one of the islands after the war. He had spent his last cent to bring her home, then was killed in an single car accident. Her mother had on occasion walked up to the farm and spent a few days with me in the early spring. She liked to putter about and plant flowers etc. She was a very friendly person, very small, and had an excellent figure. She has modeled for me several times. Paintings of her sell immediately. I paid her for her time and she was glad to have the extra money. Now she was in NYC visiting relatives. Alicia smiled and waved, then ducked back into the store to help some one. Her body was a lot like her mothers except for her color and her hair was more brown, not the jet black of her mother's. Her mother had very small breasts. Alicia's tits were on the large side and looked like they were trying to escape from her clothes. What she needs is some tailor made clothing and she would be a 'knock-out' anywhere she would care to go. I drove back over to the park just as the bus pulled up. We loaded all the baggage and my 'mail order' supplies into the wagon. The older couple climbed onto the seat next to me. Mira and Fred were in their fifties and very much in love, hippie style. Mira wore a twisted gauze dress that you could nearly see through. There was nothing under it. Fred wore elastic waist light tan trousers and a T-shirt. They both had on slip-on shoes. I started the horses up the road out of town. It was six miles to the farm. Every one must walk as there is no transportation provided. Most of the road is extremely bad. Even a jeep would have a hard time of it. The horses have a sense that allows them to take the easy way around obstacles and do not mind being helped when needed. Not far down the street, the people were all strung out and by the time we started the climb up the hill to the farm, the last of them were out of sight. Even though it was around noon when we started 'the hike' (as it's called), it was dark when the last people arrived on the porch, mosquito bitten, sore, and very tired. Jana and Kathy brought warm water and wash clothes to them and helped them wash their feet. A few needed bandages on their blisters. Cold water and cider were welcome also. We had put up the tents (Family size) a few days ago and their luggage was inside waiting for them. There were four in each tent except the one for the older couple. We all gathered around for a chicken barbecue and sang and ate and joked around until late. Every one was ready for bed that night. Steve and Jana slept in the haymow in the top of the barn behind the house, as they seemed to have something going. Kathy and I slept in the huge round bed in the house. We had just laid down when a light knock was heard on the door frame. I looked up and there stood Mira, nude, holding an Indian blanket we had provided to every one. "Mr. Sven, Sir. Please help me? I can not use this. It is wool and I am allergic to it." I should have thought of that, but I have more acrylic woven blankets in the loft above the studio. I picked up a flashlight, took the blanket from Mira, holding her hand, we went to the studio. I turned on the lights and climbed to the loft. She was right behind me. "Do you have any preference as to color, Mira?" "No, but pink would be nice, or could I use that gold colored comforter? Please?" She reached for the comforter which overhung the studio and started to fall. I quickly grabbed her and fell back with her on top. "I'll get it for you." Extricating myself from under her large frame, I carefully gathered up the comforter. I looked at her laying there atop the blankets and she looked quite inviting with her legs spread. She looked up and smiled. Her hand moved to her pussy and she spread the lips. Stroking herself, she started to giggle. "Do you play around?" she asked. My cock was already at half mast. "On occasion I do. But what about Fred? Isn't he waiting for you?" "He takes prostate medicine and can not get hard. I suck him and play with it and he likes it. I just want the feel of a good stiff prick. It has been a real long time for me. I do not want just any one, I want you. I have since I saw you at the gallery a few years ago. I think you would be my ideal man in that department. And now that I can see all of you I am sure of it." I moved closer and Mira took my cock in her mouth. I reached down and fondled her huge breasts. The nipples stuck up firmly, long and as big as pencil erasers. Her aureoles were not very large. I was surprised at the firmness of her tits. She stopped sucking and pulled me down next to her. I lay on my back while she climbed on, impaled herself and started moving up and down, increasing the rhythm with each stroke. After awhile she lay forward, and press herself back. Then she started rubbing side to side. I could feel her big clitoris bouncing around at the root of my cock. It was not long before she let out an OOOoooohhh! OOOoooohhh! OOOooohhh! She shuddered and spilled a torrent of juice. She just lay still for a minute then began again after she kissed me and told me how much she was enjoying the episode. Moving slowly, she kept up the action for a long time. I said, "It's late. let's do this some more another time, OK? Mira! Please? You do not have to wear it out." She gave a few more strong pushes and climbed off, giggling like a school girl. "I'm going to wake Fred up and make him eat my pussy all night. He's good at that. It will be different tonight now that you got me started. Do you know that Fred likes men too?" "No, That is news to me, Mira. Have you been together for a long time?" She leaned over and gave my cock a nice lick, then slid it in her mouth for a quick rinse. "We were together in high school. I was the beauty queen of the school all four years I was there. We got married right after graduation." "Fred was in jail for a few years for pedaling marijuana. That is where he found out he likes to be with men sexually. He goes out every Friday night to a friends house to play around. We understand each other and do not interfere with each other's affairs." I threw the comforter down, then helped Mira. She looked in at Kathy who was sitting on the side of the bed. "What happened to you? Why did it take so long to find a blanket?" "We were just talking," Mira interjected. Kathy smiled when she saw my hard cock. "Yaw right! And I bet that was not all!" she laughed. "Come here you naughty boy." Mira followed me over to the bed and kissed Kathy on the lips. "Ah! Ha! Now I know what you were doing." Kathy felt of Mira dripping cunt. Mira moaned her approval and climbed onto the bed. She lay on her back and Kathy's tongue started probing her hot pussy. I moved up behind Kathy and slowly inserted my cock in her lovely cunt. I could feel her tighten her muscles around my hard shaft. Mira held Kathy's head directing the action where she wanted it. When they had got the action down, Mira let go of Kathy. We started moving more rapidly, until I could take no more and let loose a barrage of cum deep in Kathy's snatch. She bucked back at me and came. Her juices and my cum spilled down between her legs. Mira moaned and moaned adding to the sounds of pleasure. Kathy and I moved up onto the bed and fell asleep.