Gay Erotic Stories

Summer sunlight poured in through the open window, engulfing his body in golden heat as morning arrived. It was already a hot, humid day where Nick lived just outside Charleston, South Carolina. As always, he was lying naked on top of the sheets, his body stretched out like a lion, every exquisite muscle relaxed except one: a huge, throbbing erection standing straight up from his furry crotch.

Nick slowly opened his eyes and came out of his deep sleep. He laid there for several moments, waking up and enjoying what he woke up to: the feel of the black silk sheets against his bare skin, the smoothness of his large, muscled body, the rock-hardness of his penis, the inviting glimpse of blue sky and brightness outside, the sultry breeze blowing in and tickling him like someone gently running their fingertips over his skin.

As often happened, his attention became fixed on his penis. He laid there in the near-silence, staring down across the sunlit landscape of his body – his massive, mountainous pecs, his flat stomach, which he couldn’t see because of his pecs but of course knew was there, like the flatlands leading finally to the huge, thick forest of hair surrounding his erection and completely covering his crotch and balls as well as his anus and crack. He stared at that penis of his, admiring everything about it: the length, the thickness, the slight upward curve, the huge head and gaping piss hole. He ran a hand lazily over his pecs, the two giant, full, round pecs which he referred to as his “tits” because they seemed more like breasts to him and everyone else who laid eyes on them. His other hand ended up wrapped around his huge hard penis, and for a moment he rubbed his big tits while squeezing and swinging his penis around, his gaze moving between his tits, his large, bulging biceps and his boner. All he wanted to do was masturbate then; but a different kind of hunger took over: hunger for food.

Swinging his long, muscular legs over the edge of his bed, Nick sat up, facing the window which he always kept open, with just the screen in, during the summer. Summer…it was finally here--summer…his favorite time of year. The South Carolina heat and humidity was oppressive to some, but not to Nick. Sleepily, he rubbed his eyes and pushed his hair out of them. He thought about buzzing his hair. He stood up, still looking outside, and saw their next-door neighbor Mr. Lawson on his riding mower. The man was obsessive about mowing his lawn, but was definitely a nice guy anyway. He was a widower; he’d left his old house when his wife had died to move into this house next door with his brother.

Nick glanced around his room quickly – a relatively neat room with a queen-sized bed, large mirrored dresser, TV and DVD-player above a small collection of DVDs, several posters of beautiful, large-breasted women and hugely built bodybuilders on the walls, a closet where he hung his clothes. He glanced back at the window just in time to see Mr. Lawson look up at his window and wave as he continued mowing. Nick smirked, knowing that his neighbor had gotten a great view. He moved away from the window and stopped to look at himself in the mirror on the way out of his room. “Fuckin’ nice,” Nick whispered, staring at his naked reflection, which showed a tall, handsome young man with dark hair, a masculine, chiseled, slightly scruffy face with kind blue eyes and sensual lips, and an amazingly built body with wide shoulders, large, strong arms, massive, full tits seeming to hang heavily over a perfectly toned stomach, then an enormous dark mass of pubic hair from which his penis stuck out like a long, giant weapon, then two furry, orange-sized balls hanging in a long sack almost to his knees, between thick, killer thighs; everything big and long and strong, like he liked it. Nick was not the type to brag incessantly or look down on others because of his incredible appearance though; he was a kind-hearted young man, yet he was always conscious of how stunning he was, both in his own eyes and in the eyes of others. He was fiercely confident and unshakably proud.

Nick bent down and picked up the dumbbells that were always on the floor next to the dresser, straightened with one in each hand, and began his morning bicep curls. He’d of course do his real workout a bit later, after breakfast and a cup of coffee. He loved to stare at himself while he lifted weights, loved to watch the muscles flex, unflex, flex, unflex –

“Morning, son.”

Nick glanced over while exhaling. His father was standing in the open doorway to his room, bathrobe on and coffee mug in hand.

“Hey, how’s it going, Dad,” Nick replied, before continuing with his bicep curls. He of course was unfazed by his dad seeing him standing in his room completely naked with a full erection. And his dad, too, was unfazed; Nick never wore anything in his room, or around the house for that matter. He didn’t wear much out of the house either.

Trey’s son had become more and more of a nudist since he was 15, when he had gotten into weightlifting and then into bodybuilding. Now, at 22, Nick was a total nudist – although Trey knew there was definitely an element of exhibitionism in his son’s constant, casual nudity as well. And really, how could one blame the young man? Nick was the most built, handsome 22-year-old Trey knew. He just happened to be his son also. He saw nothing wrong with Nick’s nudism for several reasons. It had been just the two of them since Nick was almost 10, when Nick’s mother had run off with another man and started a new family, so when Nick started going naked there were only two men in the house. Nick’s dad had never been a prude either, and additionally, Trey had always encouraged his son to be himself.

“Oh, not too bad,” Trey answered. “I kind of didn’t want to get outta bed today.” He laughed, watching his son lifting his dumbbells.

“Yeah, me neither. Except I’m hungry as hell, so I got up.”

“I’m hungry too. I just gulped down some coffee, but now I want somethin’ to eat,” Trey said. “Why don’t you come on down when you’re done, and we’ll have some breakfast?”

“Sounds good,” Nick replied. “I'm just gonna piss and I’ll be down in a couple minutes.”

Trey started to turn away from the doorway, but he turned back and smiled at Nick, who had gone back to focusing on his curls. "Hey, Muscle Boy, nice biceps," he said, chuckling.

Nick looked at his dad and smiled his bright smile, which showed his perfect white teeth. "Thanks, Dad. See you in a few."

(Part II will be coming)