Gay Erotic Stories

With my bags packed in my black Durango, I am headed off to the mountains of Western Maryland. What was waiting for me? Well, after paying the law school loans, I had saved enough money to buy a quaint cabin in the Deep Creek area. The snow was only falling slightly, though two feet laid on the ground. I went to school in this area and was familiar with the back roads. Winding and swerving, I make it the my cabin. The cabin, made of stone, was three bedrooms, two baths, huge fireplaces and outdoor hot tub, landscaped with several types of pines. It was a nice place to get away when I was run down from the job. I'm a Baltimore City prosecutor, living in Fells Point with my boyfriend, Rick. Just as in every relationship, there are times when you need a break. So I decided to leave the homicide prosecutions and Rick for three days and relax in the mountains. As I pull up to the cabin, the snow covered the roof, the lights off, and the hot tub covered. I spent the rest of the night unpacking, and cleaning up slightly. Finally, with a hot cup of coffee, I got to sit in front of the fire and read a book I picked up at Barnes and Noble. The next thing I know, I awaken in my bed, still dressed in my flannel J. Crew pj's, to a knock on the door. Looking at the clock, it reads 3:30 in the morning. I throw on my Polo Terri-cloth robe, heading toward my front door. As I swing open my door, I am surprised to see someone faintly familiar. The gentleman standing in front of me is about 40, at least 10 years older than me. "Hello, can I help you?" I say. "Mr. LeBlanc, is that you?" this older gentleman asks. "Yes, but I'm not sure who you are or what you want," slightly agitated but curious. "Sorry, for bothering you, but my names is Mr. Calendar, you don't remember me?" It finally hit me. This guy's wife was murdered a few years ago, a case that I was assigned. "I'm sorry, sure I remember you Mr. Calendar, how are you doing?" "I've been better, my car just broke down a few miles down the road," he said, slightly shaking from the cold weather. The snow was falling a little harder. "Come on in Mr. Calendar, it's Wade right?" "Thanks." As I came back into the living room with a towel, Wade is standing In front of the fire, wearing a pair of jeans wet by the snow, a pair of Timberland boots, a navy lambs wool v-neck sweater with a white T-shirt underneath and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. What a man ... straight out of a J. Crew catalog. I handed him the towel so that he could wipe the snow out of his hair and dry his jeans. Offering him a cup of coffee, Wade sits on the couch by the fire, indicating that he was headed toward Wisp resort to go skiing and his Jeep Cherokee blew a tire and ran into a snow drift a few miles away. I offer to help him dig his car out but Wade insists that its too late for me to go out there. Wade asked to use the phone to call a tow truck to get his car out. At 4 oclock in the morning, the tow truck man would charge an arm and a leg. So I tell Wade that even if he were to get unstuck, it would be another hour before he got checked in and got to his room. So I do what any person would do - I offer one of the spare bedrooms to Wade. Also, it didn't hurt that he was a very attractive man who need some help. He accepts. I show him around, pointing out the guest bathroom, his room, and the kitchen just in case he wanted to eat something. I insist that he take a hot shower so that he doesn't catch a cold. "I would love to but I left my suitcases in the car." I excuse myself as he sits staring at the fire and go to my room. A minute later, I have a pair of flannel pj's in my hand, and a pair of structure boxers, telling Wade that I insist that he get comfortable while he stayed the night. So off goes Wade into his bathroom. Just the thought of that man behind a simple door, rubbing soap in areas where I would love to run my tongue. My boyfriend Rick is a great lover but we have an open relationship. He's fucking a new cadet that works in the police department with him. So there were not problems with me getting my own. The bathroom door opens and out walks Wade, dressed in my pj's, looking sexy. He has the top completely unbuttoned revealing a chest that has dark brown and gray chest hair scattered about his perfectly formed pecs. His nipples are perky the cold air, his abs are defined with a small trial going into his (or my) pants. The band from the boxers are showing from the slowly pulled down pj bottoms. His hair is towel dried, giving that messy but sexy look. Wade was a man of age, but of great sex appeal. "You definitely look more comfortable Wade," I say half laughing. Embarrassed, he grabs the front of the shirt and pulls them together. "I was just kidding, make yourself at home." "I really appreciate this Eric, you have always been a caring considerate man with great taste," as he looks around my nicely decorated cabin, high vaulted ceilings, the lights slightly dimmed for a down home feel. For the next hour, Wade and I sat and talked about his life after his wife's murder trial. She was killed in a horrific rape and robbery of their home. Wade tells about he has yet to meet anyone else in the three years since, and has moved out of the big house in Roland Park. He lives in Timonium, MD by himself, working as an accountant. As he talked, I stared at his chest. When he sat back, his pecs almost shrank into his back as the defined six pack emerged. As he leaned forward, he almost developed a gut while his pecs were so huge that they looked like melons. What turned me on the most was his chest hair, a mix of brown and gray, almost like Tom Selleck. I have been with many guys lately, most having hairy chests. But all were young and strapping. This is the first hairy chest on an older man and it was driving me crazy. I knew that I would be masturbating tonight. The three cups of coffee that I had while chatting was finally giving me a perk as was Wade. I wasn't going to fall asleep for a while. So I decide to take a chance. "Would you like to sit in the hot tub and finish this conversation?" "Sure but I have no swimming trunks." Boxer shorts are fine I tell him, indicating that I would give a dry pair later. So I remove the cover and turn on the jets. The hot tub takes a few minutes to get steaming. Wade enters first. Looking at his back as he enters, I can see the muscles strain to lower his body into the warm water. He slides to the other side. There he sits, with a light behind his head and snow falling all around. The snow is heavier and bigger flakes. He was mine. I take off my pj bottoms and then slowly remove the shirt. As my shirt comes over my head, I see that Wade is watching. I wonder if he has a boner in the water, waiting for me to fish it out. I get in. As we continue our conversation, the bubbles from the jet erupt all around us, popping water onto the hairy chest of Wade, the salt and pepper hair matted down. Steaming is rising off of our bodies because of the coldness outside, the fog just coming off of Wade's 17 inch biceps. Wade continues to compliment me on the way I handled his wife's murder and how I was a great guy. Then his conversation turned to how he should give me a gift for a job well done. "No gift is necessary," I say. But came a gift. I could feel Wade's toes lightly brush my inner thigh, about an inch or so below my boxers. I just stare into his face as he does mine. No words were said. His foot goes up higher until he is brushing my sac with his toes, lightly kneading my nuts with his foot. My foot ventures over to his inner thigh, finally reaching the huge erection that was in my boxers. He must have been 8 inches but thick as a beer bottle. Wade slides over to my right side, brushing his bicep on the back of my neck as he puts his arm around my back. His bicep is quite hard, my hand reaching for his chest. I can feel his heavy breathing and the muscle of his pecs. Lowering my hands, the tip of his cock touches my fingers. With that, our mouths connect, our tongues probing each other. Within two seconds, both boxers were floating at the top of the water and Wade was positioned between my legs, my back against the wall of the hot tub. "I haven't fucked anything since my wife's death Eric." Cutting him off, I tell him to take me. A slight push and his cock was now inside of me, the steaming rising off of his shoulders as he buckles and shoves his dick inside my hole. This man was going to town, water splashing out, hitting the deck. I can feel his chest hair, wet, pressed against my hard nipples. He fucks me for twenty minutes, snow accumulating on the top of his head. Finally, Wade moans with one last push. His cum explodes into my ass, his mouth on top of mine, his bicep rubbing against my cheek. He didn't loose his touch in sex since his wife's death. With that, we moved to my bedroom. Wade didn't need new boxers as we climbed into bed naked, still probing each other. His arms were warm as they were wrapped around me. The majority of the night, I could feel his half hard cock pressed against my back. Needless to say, I had a great weekend in bed. Wade now has a key to the cabin and I will be taking work off more. Turned on?-- email comments, stories, and pictures to lextaliones@hotmail.com