Gay Erotic Stories

Leon led the way back up the hill to the cabin. I got another hard-on watching his incredible ass bounce ahead of me. The cabin had been transformed while we were gone. There were balloons and streamers everywhere. There was food as well. A keg of beer was at the bar. We all ate; we drank; we laughed; and then we watched a great movie: It was filled with great-looking studs with hard muscles and harder cocks. I noticed that Len and Leon had disappeared. I went to the bathroom to recycle some beer and then finished watching the movie. When it ended, I noticed that my hard-on and I were the only two left; just like Chuck to take both hunks for the night. I’d had a great time. First with Len and then with Leon. I headed down the hallway to my room. The door to Chuck’s room was open just a bit. I stopped and listened; my cock stood up as I recognized the sounds. What the fuck! I thought, maybe this could turn into a four-way. I pushed the door open and slipped inside. Mitch stopped sucking Dirk’s cock long enough to ask me to join them. Dirk wrapped his hand around my erection and pulled me onto the bed with them. I kissed that incredible mouth of his, my hand circling his erect penis. He was uncut too! The head of his cock was exposed but the corona was still covered. I stroked them both and asked where Chuck was hiding. Dirk slipped down and took my cock into his luscious lips. He sucked and it felt like a velvet vacuum. Mitch said Chuck went down to the boathouse to be alone. I slowly pulled myself free of that talented mouth and grudgingly turned loose of two hot hard joysticks. If he was in the boathouse alone, he was waiting for me. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. The only light was a dim glow from inside the cabin of the boat. I stepped on board and he spoke. “I’m up here.” Looking towards the sound I now saw him lying across the bow of the boat. His hairy muscular body naked and waiting. I moved around to join him. His head, chest and groin were covered in a thick mat of black curls. His pale cock lying on his stomach. If he was hard, it was big enough. If he wasn’t, it might be all I had imagined it would be. He sat up as I rounded past the windshield and stood as I stepped onto the boat’s bow. His long, not-yet-hard cock was swinging between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me and our naked bodies met for the first time. We both felt the charge run through our bodies. He was familiar yet unknown as my hands touched his back and then his chest. His nipples became erect as I tweaked them with thumb and finger. I covered one with my mouth and mauled it with my teeth. His penis stiffened against mine. His hands were busy exploring and my eager body responded to his tender touch. A trail of sensation marked each place he touched. I knew when he touched my manhood it would erupt. Our long hooded cocks rubbed against each other. Neither of us touched the other there. “If you touch my cock I’ll cum,” he whispered. The power and sensations kept surging through our bodies. “Me, too,” I assured him. He was an inch taller than I was and an inch longer. With the right encouragement he could reach the foot mark. I knew because I had measured out at eleven point four during an incredible episode with some hunk I met at Marymoor Park. “I want to taste you,” I breathed in his ear. “Yes, do,” he whispered back. I slid down his hairy front and his rigid phallus fit perfectly in my mouth and down my throat. It flexed and erupted. His flood of clotted cream filled me from lip to larynx. I swallowed and then swallowed more. His offering was incredible. He moaned as his ejaculate filled me. I drank until he was empty. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me hungrily. I licked his salty tears from his cheek. “My turn,” he said as he ran his hot tongue down my chest and stomach and then his lips were sucking my expectant cock. He sucked; I released. I felt that he was sucking me from cock to toe. The lower half of me was inundated with bliss. My balls surged up and down like a piston driving my sperm up and out of my tingling cockhead. I screamed with passion. He drank and drooled as my juices spiraled into him. My cock became part of him. He continued to draw the fluid of joy from me. I was dry and still the spasms of orgasm continued. I knew it was love. I pulled my tortured cock free from his suction. I was dry. He slid upwards and again we kissed, our hands still busy exploring the nuances of each other’s bodies. “Thank god,” he said. “I was afraid you would find me too hairy, that my cock would be too big or too small. I have been in love with you since you were twelve and I was fifteen. I saw the way you looked at Dad’s huge cock and hoped you could feel the same about me. I have avoided you all these years because I knew that once I touched you as a sexual partner, it would be you or nobody.” I decided not to tell him about my passion for his father. “I remember that his cock was huge. Yours is perfect. Slightly too large but, I will learn to take advantage of it. Hairy! How can you be too hairy? Fuck I love hairy, masculine men. And I have known since that day when I was twelve and you were fifteen that someday we would be more than just cousins. I want to fuck you, but since it’s my birthday, I want you to fuck me first.” He grinned and his cock filled with enthusiasm. He stroked it a few times to prepare. I lay down and spread my legs, my own cock standing tall again. He pressed his willing uncut cock against my sphincter and as he slipped inside he said, “Happy Birthday.”