Gay Erotic Stories

“Uh…Thanks.” Not a brilliant reply, but I’d never had a guy say that to me before. I’d come to this bar because I’d been told it wasn’t all cute young guys on the make. I really didn’t think I could handle that; not my first time at a gay bar.

When I walked in, there wasn’t any room at the bar so I took a spot in the corner at an empty table. It would give me a chance to get a feel for the place. Probably 90% of the guys had beards, and most of them were over 30. I was still a bit on the old side, but not too bad. I had time to get a beer before the fellow came over to tell me I was good looking, but not enough time to drink it all. He didn’t stop to talk. He just went back to the table he was at with 4 other well-built, solid looking guys. I really didn’t know what to do. It had been a long time since I’d been to a pick-up bar…and that one had women.

By the time I finished my beer, a place opened up at the bar. I figured that was a safer place to start up a conversation, so I moved in.

“ A Corona, please,” I asked the bartender.

There was one stool empty beside me. On the other side three guys were involved in a serious conversation about something. I never did really figure out what.

“This place available?”

“Oh, yah.” I turned to look at this big hairy guy who had come up beside me. Actually there were two of them. One stood while the other took the empty stool.

“You just visiting? Haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yah, I’m here for a conference. It starts tomorrow.”

“The other folks at the conference know about your lifestyle?”

I don’t know about my lifestyle, I thought to myself; what the hell do I say to that?

“Uh…I guess not.” I turned to look straight at him at that point.

“Where you from?”

“Vancouver.”

“They have a great scene there. Lots of good places to go. What’s your favourite?” As he said that, his leg slipped over so that his knee was just touching the inside of my knee.

“Well, I’ve never actually been to a gay bar at home.”

“My name’s Jack, by the way…this is Dan.”

“Oh, hi. I’m Ben.”

“So what kind of man are you looking for?”

Shit. Talk about cutting to the chase. These guys sure don’t believe in small talk. I don’t know what kind of man I’m looking for. Have I really admitted to myself that I am? I guess I must have, since I came to this bar.

Here are two really built guys, hair peaking out over the top of their tee shirts. One of them has his hand on my knee and the other one just put his hand on my shoulder. Both of them have salt and pepper beards, just like mine. A little short of hair on top, but that doesn’t matter. Are they really interested in me?

Before I came up with an answer, Dan said, “If you’re looking for twinks there are a couple of them come around most evenings hoping to hustle someone here. They seem to get a charge out of picking up an older guy. They’ll be around later. That guy at the end of the bar? He’ll tell you that he has a 10” dick and he wants to stick his tongue up your ass. But, after you buy him a couple of drinks, he disappears.”

“Well, I guess I like someone closer to my age, and a hairy chest turns me on.”

With that, Jack grabs Dan’s tee shirt and pulls it up. Holy shit! Talk about chest hair. I could get into serious envy here.

“Give it a little rub. He loves that”

I stick my hand out and give it a gentle rub. To hell with it; I run my hand up inside his shirt and give his nipple a little tug. Run my hand back down and grab the hair in my fingers. Shit, I can feel the pressure building in my crotch. As soon as I notice that, I also notice that Jack’s hand has moved up my thigh and is just short of my hardening cock.

“UMMM,” I say as I lean back to the bar and pick up my beer for a long swig.

“So you guys are regulars here I take it?”

“Oh, yah. We’re here every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. And sometimes, like tonight, we just drop in to see who’s here.” The hand squeezes my thigh.

“Now here’s a hairy guy for you” said Jack. I turn around to look behind me and two incredible apparitions come walking over. They are wearing tank tops and shorts; jet-black beards, long tidy hair on top…and everywhere that didn’t have clothes, was hair.

They were both probably mid-30’s, built like weightlifters and around 6’ tall.

“Hey, Bill. Ben here likes fur. Come over and let him cuddle.”

Holy shit. What do I do now? I’m about to split my jeans with my erection, Jack’s stroking me through my jeans, and these two hairy guys are walking right over to me.

“Hi there. You like to cuddle a bear?” Bill put his arms around me and pushed my face into his hairy chest. Oh, man did he smell good. And that hair. I put my arms around him and hooked my fingers in the hair on the back of his shoulders. Holy shit, what am I doing? I’m at the bar in a dark joint; one guy is undoing the buttons on my fly, and I’m liking a hairy monster.

“Would you guys like another drink?” asked the bartender.

“Ummm…sure,” I said as I pulled myself away.

“ Make it a round,” said Jack.

“We have to go right now,” said Bill. “You going to be around here again this week?”

“Oh, I think so,” I stammered. “I have to go take a leak.” I got up and staggered off to the washroom. Fortunately, it wasn’t very far, and it was dark. I have a raging hard on and my button fly is undone.

I tried to have a pee in the urinal, but I was just too hard. So I turned to go into the cubical as Jack walked into the room. “Oh, that’s a pretty sight. I think you need some help with that, though.”

I backed into the cubical; Jack followed me in, and shut the door. In a flash he was down on his knees sucking my cock. Oh my God, what a feeling. Never have I had head like that. He came off my cock and started to suck my balls as he pulled my jeans down to the floor. “ I could tell you didn’t wear any underwear the first time I touched you.”

“I never wear underwear with jeans. What’s the point?”

He didn’t reply, he just started deep-throating my cock, right down with his nose in my pubes. Oh, does that feel good!

“I’m going to cum!” I started to pull back from him, but he grabbed my ass and pulled me tight to him as he continued to pound on my cock. I could feel the hot jizz explode from my cock as he sucked and swallowed. I could barely stand up as he continued to work on my tender cock.

Finally, he stopped and stood up. I started to feel down to his crotch, which was well-filled now. “Not now,” he said, “we can save that for later.”