Gay Erotic Stories

The saga of our hirsute hero Harry Pex continues. This is the latest installment, falling the other stories in order: Hairy Chest Hump Harry Pex & The Wet Jockstrap Contest Harry Pex & The Muscle Beach Boys Harry Pex & The Hard-On Hotel Enjoy, guys, and let's LET THE FUR FLY!! It was a golden afternoon in mid-October in the raw, rugged state of West Virginia. Harry Pex and his hunky construction worker boyfriend Max Pump were basking themselves on the banks of a sparkling blue river, naked of course, the sunlight forming rivulets of sweat on their muscular tanned bodies. Muscle bear Harry had just finished draining his cannonball nuts down Max's gullet, and Max returned the favor by pumping his hot creamy load all over Harry's hairy heaving pecs. Harry wrapped his enormous hairy arms around Max, smothering him with his furry cum-soaked pecs, but their nap was interrupted by a pair of butch beefy lumberjacks. Lars and Olaf, blonde, blue-eyed, attired in red-and-black flannel shirts and frayed leather hiking boots, broad shoulders and tapered waists, looking like they had jumped straight off the page of a Tom Of Finland drawing. Harry growled at them, puffing out his huge furry pecs and massaging his big hairy dick. "Howdy, boys! I'm Harry Pex and this is my bud, Max Pump!" Max flashed them his red-blooded All-American boy grin. "Hey, dudes! We were just getting ready to have a picnic - care to join us?" The butch outdoorsmen rubbed their bulging crotches, and began peeling off their garments, displaying their magnificent masculine bodies. Lars chuckled. "Yeah, we'll stay, stud - Especially if your muscle bear buddy is the main course!" Olaf laughed, stroking his big knockwurst dick. "Yeah, bud - It's hunting season, and we're locked and LOADED for BEAR!!" Max's handsome cock began to throb as he got an idea - This would be a picnic of hairy pecs and manly muscles that none of them would ever forget. He began to prepare his hot hairy muscleman for the feast. He bathed Harry's face with fruit cocktail, letting the juices seep down into his stubby moustache and gruff whiskers. Then he adorned his huge hairy pecs with creamy French dressing, rubbing tomatoes into his nipples, and he even stuck a black olive in his navel. For the main course, Max lathered Harry's big beefy tubesteak with A-1 sauce, then basked his enormous fuzzy balls in Worcestershire sauce. And for desert, Max crammed a chocolate éclair up the musky dark tunnel of Harry's HOT furry ass. The two naked lumberjacks were salivating and moaning by the time Max made his announcement: "Alright, boys - LET THE GRIZZLY BEAR PICNIC BEGIN!!" All three men took turns lovingly kissing Harry's rugged handsome face, rubbing beards and sucking the cherry juice from his scrubby black moustache. After the appetizer, Lars rubbed his fat swollen cock all over Harry's salad-dressing-coated pecs, while Olaf tongue-fucked his deep navel. Max beamed his approval, then rang the dinner bell, giving himself the first helping of Harry's steak-sauce-smothered cock. Lars and Olaf were eagerly treated to seconds and thirds, feasting on Harry's sputtering dick and fat furry balls. Then the three men drew straws and Olaf was the lucky winner - He got to rim Harry's magnificent muscle ass and retrieve the éclair. Harry grunted his approval, then bellowed, "ALRIGHT, STUDS! CUM ALL OVER MY BIG OLE HAIRY MUSCLE PECS!!" After the three butch men had licked their muscle bear clean, they emptied their volcanic loads all over the hairy muscle god: Lars rubbed his own massive golden-haired chest and tweaked his big juicy nipples with one hand, while jacking off his big fat cock with the other, spraying Harry's handsome face with his potent load. Muscular, smooth-chested Olaf planted his own wet throbbing cock between Harry's hairy muscle pecs, and soaked them with his hot seeping semen. Max rammed his cock to the hilt up Harry's quivering asshole, emptying his nuts of their last drop of spunk. All three manly men fell down on the blanket, panting, their sweaty muscular chests heaving, their spent cocks sticking slickly to their tree-trunk thighs. Their hairy muscle god laughed and towered over them, flexing his big beefy biceps and huge hairy pecs, stroking his fat swollen cock and furry churning balls, and painted them with jagged ropes of his white-hot sperm. THE END (But never fear, Harry Pex will return again someday).