Gay Erotic Stories

There he was - the guy that I have been lusting after for two years now. He was sitting in the school computer lab doing research for a paper. I'm sure that it is a challenging paper since he is a very intelligent law student. His name is Joel and he is a third year, a member of a journal and the moot court team. But he didn't look like typical law student -- he was gorgeous. He had dark brown hair that was always neatly kept, large broad shoulders and he stood well over 6 feet. He always wore a suit with a nice tie and a polo shirt. Nothing turns me on more than a well dressed man, except a hairy chest. And I was on a mission to find out if Joel has one. Sometimes, I would see him in the library on a weekend and he hadn't shaved that morning. By the looks of the manly stubble on his face, I bet that had he a nice hairy chest, with nice brown nipples. So I sat there at my computer, watching the back of his Head and wondering what it would look like as it bobbed up and down my already hardened cock. Luckily for me, I had my legs and cock under the computer table, so the nasty bitch next to me wouldn't see it. Joel stood up, collected his bags, grabbed his umbrella and walked out the lab. "Damn, now I'm going to have to jerk off myself," I thought to myself. So I packed my stuff up and went to a secluded lounge in the law school to work on registering for classes next semester. As I was sitting there, I heard from behind me a deep voice asking "so what classes are you taking next year?" As I turned my head, there Joel stood. Now, I have never talked to Joel and he has never talked to me. We both have mutual friends, but I don't know him and vice versa. So needless to say, this was a awkward situation. "I'm not sure." finally came out of my mouth. The next thing he said was unexpected. No, he didn't ask me to have sex with him or give him a blow job, but he asked me if I wanted his help in picking my classes. (did I forget to mentioned that he was a year ahead of me...an older man at that :) I told him that I'm sure that he needed to get home because it was late so I wasn't going to burden him. "But thanks anyway." He smiled with his gorgeous white teeth and dark brown eyes, and suggested that since he only lived two blocks away, that we go back to his apartment, that way we could get a drink and he could help me. Help me indeed, but I wasn't thinking with law school. Out on the front steps of the school we stood, looking at the ran. Joel's umbrella was broken and I wasn't carrying one...so off we ran. By the time we got to his apartment, we were both soaked. Joel turned toward me and for the first time, I could see that the rain had made his white Polo shirt see through. And Joel wasn't wearing a T-shirt and indeed by the darkness, he had a hairy chest. "Do you mind if I get changed," he said. Of course I did...but I shook my head, indicating no, and off he went to his bedroom. And there I stood, wet and hard, and wondering what was going to happen. Joel is straight, I convinced myself and is only being helpful and friendly. I heard his door open and there he stood, his hair out of place because of the rain, wearing only a pair of soccer shorts. By the look of his upper body, he used to wear those shorts in college. Joel looked like the typically fraternity soccer player. The "GQ" looks, broad shoulders, nice biceps, a six pack that I would like to lick, and a huge hair chest. His chest didn't have the patches of hair, or thick hair here and there. Joel's chest was covered with fine, soft, brown hair that was evenly trimmed all the way across and down. Joe Boxers he had on, with the waistband slightly sticking above his shorts. God, what I would do to fuck him. Suddenly, he tossed me some clothes of his so that I could change. He told me to go to his room and change. So there I stood in the bedroom of the guy I would love to fuck, changing into his clothes. But he had only given me a pair of shorts. Did he want me in just shorts....no...he is straight. So I left the wet T-shirt on. But before I left, I found the dress shirt he was wearing and smelled it. Though it was wet, you could smell the scent of Joel, a slight sweat smell mixed with Polo cologne no doubt. Were these flimsy shorts going to hide my raging Hardon? I walked out to the living room. Joel looked up and just stared. Let me just say, I'm no shab either. Though I stand only at 5'8, I'm a fraternity ex-tennis player/swimmer, so I had a nice tight body, a six pack, nice biceps, and big legs. But I had a smooth chest and stomach while Joel was the exact opposite. "Come sit down," Joel says. As I began to Joel tells me to take the T-shirt off so I won't get his couch wet. Oh well, here goes. As pulled the wet shirt over my head, I felt Joel's hand touching my stomach. My nipples must have instantly got hard because by the time I got the shirt all the way off, Joel was licking like a mad dog. The back of his head look exactly like it did in the computer lab. Slowly I ran my hand through his hair and slowing down his strong shoulders. This was it, my time to make out with the law school hunk. I pulled Joel's head level to mine, looked into his eyes, and planted a big kiss on him. Joel must have not been with someone in a while because he was going crazy. His tongue popped in and out, licking my chin and kissing my neck. That is my weakness, a hairy chested hunk kissing my neck and ears. Joel knew what he was doing and by the looks of both of our cocks, we were enjoying it. "I have wanted this since the first day I saw you," he whispered. After that, no more words were spoken. I slowly began to lick his chest. My tongue circling his hard nipples, his chest hairs sliding between my teeth. He had big pecs so I sucked on them like a man sucking on women's tit. Joel was apparently liking this, because he began to moan. Hearing this huge man moan just because I was licking every inch of his chest and arms made me want more. I slipped off his soccer shorts and boxer briefs and was confronted with a 9 inch cock. This cock had the most perfect veins running on the top of it, headed toward a perfectly shaped mushroom head. He was so hard. I first began by kissing his inner thigh, feeling his cock pressed against my face. All of a sudden he stood up and wanted to go to his room. He grabbed my hand and slowly walked me into his bedroom, both of our cocks bouncing hard in the cold air. That is when Joel took over. He laid me down on his bed, which smelled like him. He slowly climbed on the bed and began lowering himself on top of me, chest to chest, cock to cock. He would lower himself then raise himself, rubbing his chest hair on my smooth chest, his cock hitting my cock like a sword fight. The whole time he had his tongue in my mouth and I had my hands on his back and arms. I could feel the muscles straining as he lowered himself on me. Joel's biceps felt like a rock, but I wanted my hands on his other rock. So with one hand on his ass and the other wrapped around his cock, Joel continued to kiss me. My second biggest turn on is feeling the stubble of a hair man against my face as we kiss deeply. And Joel was hairy and knew how to kiss. My whole dream about Joel was for me to fuck this stud, but with his body on top of mine, it changed. I wanted him inside of me., all nine inches of him. I began to grind my ass into his crotch, every so often his cock would hit my hole. "I want you to fuck me Joel." Joel leaned down and whispered, "I have never been with a guy before so I'm not sure if know how to." I slowly licked his neck, whispering back "Just take your cock and put it in my ass and fuck me, like you would fuck all your girlfriends." And with that Joel entered me. I let out a moan, but Joel was indeed enjoying himself, moaning louder than me. He would drive his huge cock as far in and bring it out far enough that only his cock head stayed in me, then driving it further in. Joel was enjoying this. As I turned my head, I could see Joel in the mirror, fucking me hard with great rhythm. I could see the muscles in his arms and ass working to keep his chest just barely touching mine, his hairy chest teasing my hard nipples. Joel, this great stud, was fucking his first guy and luckily, it was me. Sweat was just pouring off his nose and chin, every drop falling on my face. "I think I'm going to come." And with that Joel came, and came hard, collapsing on top of me, breathing heavily. We just laid there for a minute or two, me hugging this great man, feeling the sweaty chest hairs sticking to me. Joel was tired but we weren't done. Needless to say, Joel was fucked by a guy for the first time that night but that is another story. But as I laid there that night, with Joel's back against my chest, and my arm wrapped around his hairy hard midsection, slowly fondling his hard pecs and nipples, I knew that this was the beginning of a long steamy friendship.