Gay Erotic Stories

David called the next morning... from the mountain cabin! The woman was showering, he explained, and he was thinking about me and the events of our evening. He just wanted to hear my voice and to confirm his promise to call ... To say that I was thrilled by his call cannot begin to describe my elation! And the three calls that followed that weekend (she must have showered after every love-making episode) had me walking in the clouds. The phone was ringing again on Monday morning as I stepped from the shower. Wrapping the towel around my dripping body, I grabbed the phone, fearful that I would be too late. My heart was pounding in my throat as I heard that rich, masculine voice wishing me a good morning and asking hopefully if he could see me this evening. It was one of the longest days of my life. David had not been at the pub for lunch as I had hoped and with the rain there was no one working outside on the construction site. When finally the day aged into late afternoon I began getting things together to make a hasty exit. Just as I was puling on my jacket, the phone rang. It was David's voice saying that he was finishing up a little late and would be by about 7:30 if that were all right. Actually the extra time allowed me to be a little more relaxed about preparing dinner and everything looked to be perfect when the doorbell rang. No matter how many times I looked into David's beautiful, dark eyes, each time was like the first and my pulse raced. He seemed somewhat uneasy, as though he were unsure of what to do, so I took his hand and pulled him inside and closed the door. He presented a bottle of expensive champagne from behind his bark with a shy smile. I took the bottle and set it down. I slipped my arms around him and pulled him into a warm embrace. In response to my questions about his weekend, David revealed the reason for his calls was that he couldn't stop thinking about me! "Every time I closed my eyes, I fantasized that it was Paul Assenza I was holding... kissing ... stroking... and fucking. I have never felt. So obsessed in my life…Paul." He unbuttoned my shirt and was rubbing against my backside as I continued tossing the salad. His breath hot on my neck, his fingers pulling sensuously at my chest hair and nipples and his manly bulge rubbing hard against my ass. My engorged cock was stretched out, throbbing down my leg in a matter of seconds. I pushed the salad aside and kissed him passionately, unbuttoning his shirt and diving into the dense, manly fur. Then I gently pushed him back and somehow found my tongue, “David! I don’t want our dinner to get cold; how about opening that champagne?”

We ate dinner while staring into each other’s eyes across the candle-lit table. We talked and occasionally held hands throughout the meal; it was like so romantic and I felt that I must be dreaming. Before me sat the most gorgeous embodiment of hirsute masculinity I could ever imagine and he obviously was as infatuated with me as I with him. Finishing the last of his steak, David leaned back wiping his mouth with his napkin, complimented me on the dinner and announced that he was ready for dessert. As I started to get up to serve him, he put one hand on my shoulder and the other moved up my leg toward my cock, which had been between half and full mast throughout and now began growing again. His teeth and lips found an erect nub in the hairiness of my chest; he caressed my straining cock and his fingers wound under my shirt and up between my shoulder blades. "You have the sweetest breasts in the world, Paul, no finer dessert was ever served to any man. Let's move this to the bedroom, what say?”

David lay on his back on the bed and permitted me to study and worship his beautifully hair-adorned body. I told him how sensual and exciting he is to me ... how totally masculine and powerful... and loving and sensitive… how I wanted him more than anyone or anything I had ever wanted before. I caressed his long, thick rod and kissed its bulbous head. I tasted the masculine muskiness of his pendulous, hairy ballsac and sucked the mass of a testicle into my mouth . “Oh, yes, Paul…oh, that feels so good. Oh, Baby, you’re so wonderful.” His hands prompted me to stretch out beside him. He began following my lead into a full 69 cock-fest. He swallowed my cock without a moment’s hesitation and was learning very quickly. As I moved off his cock and under his ballsac into the dense hairy canyon between his ass mounds, he tensed and his hand was touching my cheek. I thought for a moment he was going to stop me; then he relaxed and withdrew his hand, slowly sliding up over my body into the hair of my chest, capturing a tortured and sensitive nub. I spread his hairy globes with my hands as I pushed my nose and tongue through the forest of hair into the deep crevice. He smelled of soap and musk. When my tongue circled the puckered prize, he tensed again like he was shocked, shuttered slightly and relaxed back into his cock sucking. My tongue worked the virgin sphincter and finally it had begun to relax. Taking my lead, David dropped my cock and dove into my ass cleft. Before long we were eating each other's ass, tongues probing for entrance in the hairy clefts between mounds of furry flesh... fingers pulling, twisting, pushing through thick, manly body hair. Shocks of sensual pain shot through my nipples when he pinched them roughly just as his tongue achieved its goal and pushed beyond the sphincter into me. With encouraged sense of purpose, my tongue forced its entrance into the musky moistness of David 's manhole. We rolled and wrestled around the bed eating ass with the ferocity of starving men until our cocks began wrenching toward ejaculation and we each stuffed the other's spurting mass down our throat and sucked each other dry. With cum dripping from our beards we kissed open mouthed and merged our wooly bodies into a total embrace. Shuddering together in the aftermath of our prolific eruptions, we tasted the residue our own cum in each other's mouth. We lay together, adoring each other's hirsute magnificence, talking, kissing, rubbing against one another and exploring our mutually thick, luxurious mats for nearly an hour. David was effusive in describing his feelings and the thrill of his first full man-to-man sexual experience. It was David who suggested that we shower together. There are few sensations in life that could match the erotic feeling of two extremely hairy men embracing in a shower! The drag of body hair, heavy with water and soap, as our bodies writhed against one another was even more sensual than when we were dry. Our cocks throbbed together in the heavy, wet wool between our abdomens. As David kissed my face and neck and eyes, he murmured my name over and over. After a deep, sensual full-tongue kiss, he looked at me with such love and asked if he could penetrate me. I can’t believe what a romantic this man is! I just replied, “I’d love that, David.”

David turned me and pressed up against my back, positioning his bulbous cock-head in the crevice between my hairy mounds. His hands pulled and combed the hair away from my nipples to get at the sensitive nubs. I braced myself against the shower wall to position my ass for his entrance. With one hand continuing to work my nipple, his other began parting the wet hair that covered my tight, hungry hole. The pressure of his bulbous corona pushing past my anal ring made me dizzy... and when his mass penetrated me, there was a rush of pain and pleasure that threatened to buckle my knees. His strong arms held me securely as the head of his cock ceased its thrust and waited for my sphincter to relax from the spasms of violation. He was kissing my neck and shoulders and then gently raised my arm and nuzzled into my hairy pit. He pushed my arm gently over his head until it was resting against the wet, matted hair on his back, thus twisting my torso to gain access to my breast which he attacked with tongue and teeth while his cock initiated a slow penetration-and-withdrawal progression deeper and deeper into my bowels. The enormity of his cock stretched and filled me completely. With his big, hairy balls pressed against the hirsute flesh of my ass mounds, he whispered in my ear that being inside me was more beautiful even than he had dreamed it would be. He said he wanted to make love to me in bed, and slowly savor the beauty and sensuality of the act. That sounded great to me! We dried each other between kisses and retired to the bedroom.

He knelt between my thighs on the bed and fondled and kissed my fully excited genitals. We quietly explored each other's solid, masculine body... combing fingers through forests of thick, black hair, kissing, embracing... and then he raised my legs to his hairy shoulders, he greased my anal ring and his engorged penis and re-mounted my hairy ass... this time entering me more quickly and pulling me up onto his lap and into a passionate embrace as he penetrated to my depths. He is a gentle, experienced and erotic lover, and making love with him was the most exhilarating experience I had ever known. He had identified my nipples as primary erotic zones and he lavished attention on them as the massive girth of his manhood sensuously massaged my insides. My own cock was erect and straining toward climax between our hairy abdomens. I dug my fingers repeatedly through the manly hair of his back and writhed against my man’s hirsute body as we made love. David covered my face, neck and chest with kisses as he thrust sensuously into my depths. “Oh, Paul, this is the most beautiful thing. I want this to go on and on… we belong together like this.” His eyes were misty as he pressed his mouth over mine and parted my lips with his tongue. His hand was on my cock, stroking gently in time with his thrusts inside of me The pressure was mounting in my balls and I grabbed David’s hand, “I’m going to shoot… on, god, David, and you’re the best, most wonderful lover…” the pressure continued building, now curling my toes. Suddenly, David began to thrust with increasing urgency; the pressure of his engorged and throbbing member was ravishing. His hands moved to my hairy breasts as we both reached climax. My cock shot thick, white jism into the mutual hairiness of our abdomens and David’s ejaculated hot cum effusively into my bowels. He collapsed on top of me with his awesome cock still throbbing productively in me and we kissed deeply and lovingly.

“That was so beautiful.”

“I believe we achieved nirvana.” I squeezed my anal sphincter on his pulsating rod and there was that gorgeous smile, threatening to melt me. He pushed his softening rod in deeper and then slowly pulled back a ways and then pushed it in again, all the time smiling and gently dragging his tongue over my lips and beard. Then he went down for a nipple and sent stabs of ecstasy through my body. “Paul, I think I may be in love.”

“Me too, David, me too…”