Gay Erotic Stories

I went through adolescence and high school focused entirely on girls. The thought of sex with a guy never really occurred to me. I guess I never made the mental connection between the powerful and constant physical urge for sex, and the possibility of expanding my horizons to do it with another guy. The summer of my first year home from college I was almost 19. My car was in the shop, and in the afternoon I was ready to take the bus to go get it. I missed the bus, and my choices were wait 20 minutes or walk 15, so I decided to walk. About halfway there, I looked ahead and saw a VW Beetle parked in a driveway - couldn't see its owner but I could tell it was being washed. It blocked the sidewalk so completely that I had to step into the street to get around it. As I stepped back onto the sidewalk, the guy stood up and apologized for his car blocking my way. I said no worries and we just started chatting. At the time, I made no registry of his physical appearance; he was just some guy talking to me. In hindsight, what he was doing was ruthlessly coming on to me, but I was so totally naive that I was oblivious. There came a pause in the conversation and he gave me a speculative look and said, "Would you like to come inside for a while?" The reality and understanding hit me like a bolt of lightning. This guy wanted me to come inside his apartment! To have sex with him! Me! I was staggered, and some little voice inside me not under my conscious control said "yes." He said good and busied himself moving his car into the garage and putting away his bucket and towels. I hopped from foot to foot feeling unbelievably nervous and anxious and frightened and anticipatory and, surprisingly to me who had always considered myself 100% straight, getting very, very horny. So I followed him into a small one-bedroom apartment. It was dark, and cool after the heat of the day. A radio somewhere played jazz. He was only wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sandals so he shucked off his clothes in seconds. I gasped in shock. He was about 5'9" and 190#, with glasses and a beard -- what I would later come to know and love as an archetypal hairy bear. What shocked me was the immense profusion of thick, curly hair all over his body. I had absolutely no idea that a man could be so hairy, in so many places. I was pretty average in the fur department, as was my dad, and I had never seen anyone anywhere near like this. The carpet on his chest and shoulders was thicker than my pubes! The sight of this furry animal man made me hornier, though at the time I didn't really understand why. The next thing I noticed was that his penis -- already swollen and erect -- was thick, but not particularly long. Nowhere near as big as my 8" member. I had never seen another man's erection other than in porn, where they're all hung like mules. I'd always had kind of an inferiority complex about my cock size, and seeing that I was not just bigger, but a lot bigger, than another man turned me on even more -- though again I didn't understand why. He just stood there smiling at me, and I felt like a total idiot. No idea what to do. Finally I made this lame-ass remark about when in Rome do as the Romans do and started taking off my clothes. When I pulled down my jockey shorts my penis snapped up into the air like only a college guy's hard-on can. His eyes widened; he grinned and he said, "I guess I'm going to call you Little Big Man." He walked over to me and his erection was so stiff it didn't even move, but his heavy balls swung back and forth between his heavily forested legs. I was trembling with excitement and anticipation. My erection was so big and stiff that it actually hurt. A glistening drop of pre-cum appeared at its slit and began to roll down the shaft. "You're a really horny young man aren't you?" he asked in a quiet voice. I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak. "Do you want me to teach you what men like me do with guys like you?" Again, I nodded mutely. "I can't do it all today. Will you come back?" Another nod. With mounting excitement I realized that I was going to come, without either of us even touching my rigid penis. I started shaking from the impending orgasm and I think he must have thought I was frightened, because he put his two hairy paws on my shoulders and whispered that it was okay. Staring along his heavily muscled forearms and biceps, thickly coated with curly brown fur pushed me totally over the edge. I grabbed one big greedy handful of his chest hair, and a big greedy handful of the thick mat on his belly. As the orgasm swept over me, I arched my hips thrusting my cock into the air between us. AH! AH! AH! AH! I shouted out in ecstasy, in cadence with four enormous ropes of semen that shot out of me. I was accustomed to large amounts coming out of me when I jacked off, but nothing prepared me for this. Even after those four huge copious squirts flew out of me and onto his chest and belly, more dripped out and landed on the floor. I stood there gasping for air. His chest and belly looked like someone had squirted him with a jar of hand soap there was so much of my come stuck on his hair. I was mortified - my first opportunity with a man and I'd blown it - figuratively and literally! As a reader put yourself in his place, he thought it was completely awesome and totally dug it. He told me a good guest helps clean up when they make a mess, and so I went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and towel. When I came out, he was reclining on the bed. It took several minutes to wash and dry his chest and belly to clean all my semen off of him, and I loved the feeling of pulling and stretching his fur. As I did so he started quietly telling me all the things he'd teach me. I went back many times over the next few weeks before I returned to school, and he patiently and cleverly taught me all the things that men do to each other. It was years before I felt I learned anything additional. I always remember the excitement and novelty of that first morning with Mark.