Gay Erotic Stories

I had just received the call to go to a nearby house. It seems that the lady of the house was having problems with her heater and I needed to make some repairs. Of course it was always to get a call from a woman who was not likely to understand the first thing about her unit. I could almost always expect to make a killing. I pulled up the house and knocked on the door. A pleasant looking older woman in her late 60's answered. She seemed real happy to greet me and relieved that someone would finally be able to help her. She showed me right to the basement, commenting on how big a man I am. At 6'3 and 250 pounds it was not uncommon for people to make comments about that. It came in real handy with men too. They tend to not question me about the work I do. I guess they fear angering me. Or maybe my size gives them extra confidence in my abilities. I can't say that makes any sense, but it seems some people think that way. I got to the unit and realized quickly that it just needed some minor maintenance. Of course I explained that several parts would have to be replaced. I just happened to have them in my truck. In truth the job should have cost about $50.00. But replacing those parts would run it to $250.00. Not a bad couple hours work. She gave me the OK and I started the job. After about 15 minutes I heard someone enter the home. There was some muffled conversation and then the cellar door opened. A man entered and came over to me. I didn't look at him at first, as I was in the middle of the job. When I did look, I saw a massively built older man. From his white hair, I'd guess his age somewhere in the late 60's. He was wearing a flannel shirt and impressively filled it out. I stood to greet him and realized that he stood a couple of inches taller than my 6'3". He extended a hand to shake, that looked to be the size of a catcher's mitt. It swallowed mine. He gave me a firm shake that told me I was in the presence of a powerful man. The shirt was long sleeved but it couldn't hide the thick fur swarming over his wrist and up the back of that hand. I sized him up quickly and figured he carried over 280 pounds on that huge frame of his. His shoulders were still broad and his chest still swept high and firm. It quickly trimmed to a solid midsection that was thick but certainly not fat. I noticed then that the sleeves were struggling to contain his biceps. Yes this man was still heavily muscled and sported 20" arms. From the strain of the shirt it looked as though his forearms were likewise thick set. A ruggedly handsome face sat atop a bull neck. He was clean shaven but sported thick whiskers. It looked like he would have to sandblast that face each morning the hair grew so thick! His shave line ran high on his cheeks. His hair was snow white and close cropped. He folded the arms across his chest, and again I was amazed at the thickness of the forearms. He told me that he felt I was not being straight forward with his sister. I tried to use some double talk to convince but he would have none of it. Just then his sister called down to say that she was going out for a while. She had left the check for me and her brother would pick up. I heard the door close and then heard her car drive off. The man then said he knew what I was doing and that he was going to make me sorry I did it. At that I started to walk past him but a giant right hand locked onto my forearm and began to squeeze unmercifully. I softly cried out as his grip crushed my forearm. He told me to sit down and so I did. It was clear that this old man could tear my head from shoulders if he so desired. He told me that I was going to do the job for nothing. I was silent. He then said that I would service him as well. With he began to unbutton his shirt. A massive chest covered with inches thick gray fur soon appeared. It was a very formidable chest for certain. He then unzipped his pants and proceeded to pull out a man sized cock that fit the rest of him. It was thick and long and swelling rapidly. As was mine! He finished removing the shirt showing off those hairy gorilla arms but my attention was at the man's crotch and the man pole I was about to swallow. He grabbed me roughly by the back of my head and forced it into my mouth. It was so thick that it was difficult getting my mouth around it but I managed with the help of his brute strength forcing me down on him. As he was controlling the action with his one hand I decided to feel around through the man hair covering him. I brought my hands up through the matted chest fur and swung around to his back. It was equally hairy there. His hips had begun to buck in and out involuntarily and mine did as well. With a deep chested growl he began to cum. As the wave struck him he slammed my head down to his cock's base and locked me there. Three waves exploded on the back of my throat. I shuddered along with him after he released. I came without touching myself in my own pants. He lifted me up and planted his mouth over mine mentioning something about enjoying the taste of himself in another man's mouth. He broke off the kiss and ordered me to finish the job right. Then, he said, we'll get back to more stimulating entertainment! We've been together for 3 years now. I am the luckiest man on the planet! First because he didn't tear my head from my shoulders, though God knows he is capable of it. Secondly because he permits to service him virtually whenever I want. He is always ready!