Gay Erotic Stories

Yeah, it's guys like me who give coaching a bad name. Still, when you saw me at the Open House the other night it was obvious that I have the same effect on you that I do on plenty of people. I'd worn a tie that evening, but didn't ever get it very tight. My neck is so thick that I can't even button the top button on my shirt. That was okay with you though, wasn't it? Having the top button of that white oxford-cloth shirt open allowed you to see plenty of my thick dark chest hair. And rolling the sleeves up left no doubt in your mind that I'm really hairy all over. And after my short presentation, you came up afterward and said you'd like to arrange a conference with me, but that the times listed on that sheet in the cafeteria just weren't very convenient for you. I suggested that we meet somewhere more casual, off campus, maybe a bar near your office or something. Of course you jumped at that suggestion! You can hardly wait to get your hands all over my hairy chest. And the way you kept casually glancing down at my big bulging crotch proved to me that you're probably willing to take my big cock down your throat, and maybe even up your ass. Yeah, you're hot for it and I can hardly wait. Neither can you! I wonder though, if you'd be as anxious to make it with me if you knew that you're not the only one in your family who's willing to put out for me. What would you say if you knew that it wasn't your daughter's college boyfriend who got her pregnant last Spring but me? Too bad you didn't let her go ahead and have the baby. Just think, in 25 years or so you could have someone who looks just like me right in your own family. I'll bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Yeah, fucking your daughter was great, but she's not nearly so hot as your older son, the one who's a senior this year. I waited until I knew he was eighteen before I kept him after practice one day and offered to give him a lift home. I knew exactly what I was doing when I pulled on that tiny tank top over my broad hairy chest before we left school. Your son's almost as turned on by my hairiness as you are! All the way from the parking lot to your house he was nervous as a cat. Wearing those tattered cut-offs with nothing beneath them didn't hurt either, especially when he was able to see the head of my huge cock poking out the bottom of the shorts. Oh he pretended not to notice, but I could see that he was almost drooling in anticipation. Once at your house he started to get out of the car and I stopped him. "Hey, how about I come in and say hi to your folks. Maybe they'll offer me a drink or something?" I suggested, and he told me that you weren't home. "Well how about you invite me in anyway and maybe you can find me a drink," I said. We went inside and he poured me a big glass of that expensive Scotch you keep in your liquor cabinet. I flopped down on that sofa in your living room and hiked one leg up so that your son could almost see my hairy ass. That little hole in the material didn't escape him either, and I could see him staring at the opening. I put my drink down on the table next to the sofa and before he even knew what was happening your kid was down on his knees with his mouth all over the crotch of those cut-offs. It didn't take long for him to think that it was all his idea that as he tried to take the head of my huge cock between his lips. Damn! He's not much of an athlete, but your kid is a natural at cock-sucking. He told me I was the first blow-job he'd ever given but I don't believe it. He was just TOO good. I did believe him though when he said he'd never been fucked before. My big twelve-incher damned near ripped his tight cherry ass in two that first time there in your living room. Later on though, up in his bedroom he took it again and kept going on and on about how much he loved the feel of my big dick up his ass! He digs it so much that he and I have done it almost every day since then. Must be a "like-father-like-son" thing because he's really crazy about my hairy body.....just like you are. It's not very often that we do it there at your house. More often it's at school, with him leaned over the edge of my desk, or there in the locker room showers after everyone else is gone. He likes it when I get in under the spray and let him soap me up, raving almost non-stop about how he loves my thick fur coat when it gets all wet. Then there's your wife. No, I've never fucked her in the bed you share there in that big house. She always gives the impression of being so prim and proper when she comes to school functions but you know what she's like in bed....or maybe you don't know?? You wouldn't believe the transformation that comes over that bitch when she hits the sack with me. With her it's always at that expensive hotel downtown. She'll check in earlier in the afternoon and I go by after practice, all sweaty and hot and she meets me at the door wearing nothing but a pair of six inch spike heels. Her long slender legs wrap around my hairy butt and she presses into me to drive the entire thick foot of my cock into her pulsing cunt. She shouts out stuff like "Oh yeah, fuck me you big hairy bear- man! Give me that big cock up my hot pussy! Give me what my husband can't! Oh yeah, fuck me, FUCK ME, F-U-C-K M-E-E-E!" After the third or fourth time I pump her, we move to the big whirlpool tub where she tells me how turned on she is by my hairiness and my muscles and my big hard dick.....none of which she seems to be getting from you! She loves the feel of my bristly rough beard as I eat her pussy! Did you know Mr. Crane that your wife likes to take it up the ass as well. Your daughter never liked that, though your son (of course) does. Then there's your younger boy. No, I haven't gotten him yet, but it's just a matter of time. Hell, I took at trip down to the junior high wing the other day and spotted your seventh-grader with not difficulty. He's like a junior version of the older boy, and even at thirteen he could hardly take his eyes off me. I don't know if I can wait five years before I fuck him, and the way he was staring at my hairy body (I'd worn a torn off sweat- shirt that showed the little kids plenty of my belly and coated shoulders and lower back) I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come on to me damned soon. I hope you got that message I left with your secretary today. She seemed a little suspicious when I told her I couldn't make our appointment at the bar around the corner from your office and that you should come to my place instead. I have no doubt that you'll show up, unless she failed to give you the message. I'm sitting here with nothing on but a soiled jock-strap. It's one I've worn for years and never washed. I save it for special occasions like this. You'll ring the bell and I'll wait for a few moments to call out for you to come in. That way you'll wonder if I'm here or not and you'll get even more anxious and excited about the idea of us together. Your kid just left my place and he blasted a huge load of spunk all over my hairy chest while he bounced up and down on my straight up fuck-pole. I've smeared his spunk all over my furry front and it's begun to crust the hairs together. Maybe when you come I'll let you lick the stuff out, completely unaware that it's your own kid's jism you're tasting. By the end of this parent-teacher conference, you'll have a better idea of just what kind of education I'm best at imparting. Yeah, I'm looking forward to your visit. But probably not as much as you are!