Gay Erotic Stories

The knocking on his door sounded angry and a male voice was calling his name between the knocks. Dale put aside the book he was reading and, with some concern, went to the door. Waiting for the knocking to subside, he asked, “Who is it?”

It took several seconds for the answer to come back, “It’s Paul! Open the damn door!”

Dale was shaking as he began to undo the lock. It had been two years since Paul had left him to get married and move to New Orleans. He was excited that Paul was back, but puzzled by his anger. “What the shit, Paul!” He undid the second bolt and the door flew open, nearly knocking Dale on his butt. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Paul fell on him, sobbing. Dale hugged his friend with all his might! He couldn’t believe Paul was back in his arms. He maneuvered for a look at Paul’s face and, wiping away the tears, asked again what was going on. Paul wretched away and slumped on the couch, “You’re a bastard, Dale Warren! Why did you let me go and make a mess of my life?!”

“Wha..?! Where’s Valerie? What are you talking about?”

“Valerie is divorcing me!” Paul buried his face in the couch. Dale settled beside him and pulled his ole bud into his arms. He kissed Paul’s face and tasted the saltiness of his tears. He licked the tears from his moustache and kissed him on the lips and Paul opened his mouth, hungry for Dale’s tongue. The kiss seemed to settle Paul. “I tried… god knows, I tried. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you… and us. Damn, Dale, you must have known that I’d never be able really to love a woman… not after you!”

“It was your decision to make; you’d have hated me if I’d asked you not to go through with it.”

“Several times I thought it just might work; I mean I really do love Val! In the beginning we made love and it was beautiful, but over time, it just seemed harder… (Bad choice of words).” Paul smiled in spite of himself and Dale stroked the back of his neck.

Suddenly Paul lunged at Dale and began tearing at his clothes. Dale was defensive at first and then let his shirt be torn off. Paul unbuckled Dale’s belt and undid his jeans, pushed him to a standing position and pulled his pants to his ankles. Paul pushed Dale toward the bedroom and came behind him, tearing off his own clothes. He pushed Dale roughly to the bed on his face and climbed on behind. When Dale started to roll over, Paul growled for him to stay put. Paul was naked and kneeling between Dale’s legs; his hands were roughly massaging and stroking Dale’s hairy, masculine ass, dipping fingers into the dark, moist crevice. Neither of them said a word as Paul reached for the drawer of the nightstand and lifted the tube of lubricant.

“Still here, anticipating your next opportunity… how many were there?” Dale flinched at the coldness of Paul’s words and of the lubricant that Paul was smearing over and into his tight anal sphincter. Paul’s hands rubbed through the hairiness of Dale’s back and then braced him as he leaned forward and pressed his hardness against Dale’s tight hole.

“You don’t know how I’ve fantasized about this moment over the last few weeks.” Dale gasped at the searing pain as Paul pushed into him, violating his anal sphincter, waited only a couple seconds and then kept pushing until his manhood was fully buried in Dale’s rectum. Dale was blinking against the beads of sweat that were running into his eyes from the pain of this violation.

At full penetration, finally Paul stopped the assault and collapsed against Dale’s back. He was kissing the back of Dale’s neck as he pushed his hands under Dale and into his thick chest hair. “How many have you fucked?”

Dale mumbled a negative into the pillow and breathed deeply; he knew Paul wasn’t looking for an answer. Paul continued kissing Dale’s neck and dragging his tongue through the hair on Dale’s upper back. He held his cock perfectly still waiting for a signal from Dale. He lay down against his skewered victim and began kissing his face, licking his beard and Dale turned to meet Paul’s lips with his own.

Paul began a slow withdrawal and penetration and withdrawal… Dale relaxed and began to writhe gently beneath the stallion that had broken him. He loved the soft scratchiness of Paul’s chest hair against his back. Before long Dale was writhing wildly, pressing against his semi-turgid cock beneath him and enhancing the sensations of being penetrated by the only man he’d ever loved. Paul’s thrusts became more aggressive and each seemed to penetrate him deeper.

“Fuck, Dale… damn you!” This thrust was the deepest and roughest. “Don’t… you… ever… let… me… go… again!” Dale felt him go rigid as he pushed roughly to full penetration. Paul grabbed his face and pulled his head around to plant a full, deep kiss. Dale swallowed Paul’s tongue and the muffled expletives as Paul convulsed in climax.

As Paul went limp against him, Dale slowly pulled himself from under his friend and gathered Paul into his arms for a tight, loving embrace. “I love you, Paul… you’ve always been my only love. I’m so sorry I let you hurt yourself. After you’d gone, I felt lost for a long time and finally pulled myself together, delved into my work and tried to go on. When your letters stopped coming, I didn’t know what to think… but now you’re back… and I swear I’ll never let you go again!”

There were tears in Dale’s eyes as he watched a silent tear slide slowly down Paul’s cheek. He kissed away Paul’s tears and, cradling him in his lap, brushed his lips against Paul’s. Paul’s hands moved from Dale’s chest up around his neck and pulled Dale into another deep kiss that lasted for several minutes, punctuated by Paul’s sobs.

They took a long, hot, soapy shower together, always a very sensual event and one they both had missed. Dale gave especial attention to Paul’s sensitive breasts and very soon the nubs were engorged and protruding from his deep, soapy fur. Dale expertly tongue rolled the nubs against his teeth and had Paul so excited he was moaning and digging his fingers into the wet mass of Dale’s body hair. Dale’s own fingers were probing Paul’s deep crack to find the awesome opening to his love chute. When Dale opened Paul and digitally penetrated him, Paul lifted Dale’s face to his. Smiling seductively and licking Dale’s full lips, he told his man that there was only one thing he’d rather have in his ass than Dale’s thick, hairy fingers.

“That’s for a little latter, my love. I’ve been waiting for so long, a little longer will just add to the sweetness.”

After the shower, Dale made them each a drink and they pulled on robes and sat on the sofa to catch up with what had happened in the two years they were apart. Dale related that he had been laid off from the telephone company but had landed a better job with the local cable company. He described in detail the social events of their small hometown… who had married whom, who was divorced, who had babies… the local pastor’s crusade against gay marriage, etc, etc. Dale didn’t mention the few times he had gone to the bars in the city. The sexual encounters he’d had were not that memorable, partly because he couldn’t stop thinking about Paul. He decided Paul didn’t need to hear any of that right now.

Paul didn’t seem to sense any omissions and maybe he didn’t want to believe Dale had been with anyone else. Then it was his turn to explain the events between him and Valerie. Initially, Paul was reluctant to share what had happened in Louisiana. He began by describing how happy they were in the first couple of months; he had loved his new job and when the job moved them to Baton Rouge, they had met their neighbors and struck up a friendship almost at once. Then Paul found that his sexual performance began to rely more and more on his fantasies… fantasies that more and more centered on Dale… and, later, also on the husband next door.

As the friendship between their wives had grown and the women were spending a lot of time together, Dale and Roger were also frequently in each other’s company. Paul related that Roger bore a strong resemblance to Dale and that was a major factor in his attraction. When Roger had invited him over to swim in their pool, Paul jumped at the chance to see him in swimming trunks. Paul related that he was quite stimulated when he arrived at the pool to see that Roger’s muscular body was sporting a beautiful fur coat and his speedos quite a prominent basket! Although their relationship was quite innocent for a couple of months, Roger had become more and more aggressive in their friendship. In the beginning, whenever they were alone and especially at the pool he roughhoused with Paul, grabbing him playfully and pushing him into the water (often going in with him), he’d shadow box with Paul and then pull him into a bear-hug, and then began the ass grabbing and finally, one day when they were in the pool Roger had kissed Paul full on the mouth. When Paul didn’t pull away, Roger had embraced him fully and kissed him open-mouthed, filling Paul’s mouth with his tongue. Paul was so hungry that he kissed back and their embrace became urgent and fiery.

Paul paused his tale to check the effect his telling might be having on Dale. Dale’s eyes had filled with tears, “Did you fall in love with him?”

Paul put his arm around Dale, stroked his chest and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “At one point I thought I had, we were seeing each other two to four times a week and having sex whenever we could steal away. Then, in the height of passion, at the moment of climax, with my cock buried in Roger’s ass, I spoke my love, but the name I spoke was yours, Dale! I was so confused until, at that moment, I realized it was YOU I wanted and Roger, as beautiful and sexy as he was, was merely a substitute for inaccessible you, thousands of miles away.

“Anyway, the impotence I was experiencing with Valerie, was never a problem with Roger and that spoke volumes. Roger and I tried to keep our affair secret from the wives and were pretty certain we were doing a damn good job… until four months ago when Valerie returned home earlier than expected and found us copulating like over-sexed gorillas in her bed. She lost it! And I didn’t think I could ever look any of them in the eye again. Well, to make a long story shorter, we tried talking it out but it was apparent to both of us that the marriage was over. She guessed about our relationship before the marriage, and I didn’t even try to allay her suspicions. We agreed to an amicable divorce and it became final in a remarkably short time. Then I couldn’t wait to return here where I prayed you’d be waiting for me.”

Dale was obviously disturbed by these revelations. “What happened to Roger and his marriage?”

“They decided to keep trying with their marriage… Roger swore that I was the first man he’d had sexually and, I think, implied that the affair was at my instigation… that I had seduced him. Anyway, I realized that I had no strong feelings for Roger… that he was, as I said, a substitute. All my mental energies became focused on figuring how to get back here; I quit my job as soon as the divorce was final, packed up my things, rented a U-Haul and here I am, ta-da!” He paused, looking at Dale for a sign that he was welcome… that they could pick up where they left off.

“Come here, you.” He pulled Paul into a hug against his hairy body. As they kissed, each explored the other almost as though this were the first time. Dale ended up teasing Paul’s nipples into erect, pulsating pinnacles of pleasure. For his part, Paul could not get enough of Dale’s hard and profusely hairy body. As they kissed, he thrust his throbbing nipples against Dale’s wooly pecs. Their robes fell open and they struggled free of them.

They stumbled, still kissing, into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Dale rolled on top and spread Paul’s legs with his. He grabbed Paul’s rock-hard cock and growled, “It’s been much too long without you in my bed! And I’d guess from this big, hard rod that you feel the same.”

He went down on Paul’s cock and was giving his best blowjob, just as so often before. Then he pulled up and tongued the corona before diving under Paul’s low hanging balls and licking along the base of his ballsac and perineum back to the sweet puckered prize. The taste was sweet and clean as his tongue circled the ring several times before it probed for entrance. As the sphincter relaxed, his tongue pushed deeply inside. He felt Paul shudder and heard him moan his pleasure at the violation of his inner sanctum. He squeezed and pulled Paul’s ripe nipples as his tongue circled and attacked the quivering, convulsing guardian to his love chute, repeatedly pressing inside for a sweet, forbidden taste.

Lifting Paul’s legs onto his shoulders, he positioned his thick, throbbing manhood at Paul’s wanting hole. He smeared a little grease around the head of his cock and prepared to mount his intrusion. Looking into each other’s eyes, Paul took him slowly, smoothly all the way to the hilt, letting out a loud sigh, “You feel even more wonderful than I remember! Dale… oh, god, man…I love you…”

His hands were stroking through Dale’s chest hair as Dale began to fuck him with great long strokes… pulling out to his anal ring and then slowly plunging deep, deep inside. The breadth of his cock filled and stretched Paul’s chute and with each plunge to his depths, Dale kissed him on the mouth or his nipples, teasing him and making him want more. Paul arched into his butch stud and pressed his ass against the penetrations, squeezing his ass cheeks and anal sphincter urging Dale on to even greater depths.

Dale’s excitement had reached a feverish pitch and he pulled Paul’s body against him, grinding their hairy chests and trapping Paul’s engorged manhood between their hairy abdomens. Paul wrapped his arms around his stud and sunk his fingers into the lush back hair as they copulated to climax. Paul felt the heavy contractions of Dale’s cock and then the hot, profuse gush of semen deep inside. Dale shuttered in spasms and held tight to his skewered lover. They kissed and Paul’s tongue shot deep into Dale’s mouth. Dale reached between them to grab Paul’s convulsing cock just as it shot it’s hot white load all the way to their mouths and then gushed again to coat the hairs of their chests. Dale’s mouth muffled Paul’s screams. He licked Paul’s face clean and then, maintaining his deep penetration, he laid Paul back on the bed and stretched out on top with Paul’s legs locked behind his waist. Paul licked his cum from Dale’s beard and lips. They lay there kissing and murmuring sweet nothings as Dale’s cock contracted, still spurting cum into Paul’s rectum… then finally relaxed and slowly softened. Paul repeatedly squeezed his sphincter around the softening member to delay its departure.

“God damn! You are the sexiest, most fabulous guy in the world! Now I know I am where I belong… Dale, you are my shelter and my salvation… and the god damned greatest fuck in the universe!

After another shower, they got dressed up, piled into Dale’s corvette and drove 30 miles to the city and their favorite restaurant for dinner and champagne to celebrate their reunion. It was a fabulous dinner and the maitre d’ had seated them in a private area off to the side, guessing from their faces that this was a very special night. They had held hands and even kissed a couple of times between courses. The waiter was ‘tres gay’ and only blushed and blubbered when he caught them in some passionate moments. They left a very generous tip and each kissed him on the cheek as they were leaving.

Dale drove a little faster than was prudent to return them to the house and to their bed. They made passionate love twice more before they fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning. Between copulations they swore their undying love to each other and began their planning to set up house and possibly even to make it official with a marriage back east in the spring.