Gay Erotic Stories

It was a long day. I had just wrapped up a jury trial that lasted two weeks. Though I won, I am drained and tired. Rick, my cop boyfriend, is on duty and won't be home until late. So I figure that I should go grab a beer or two, watch a little of game six of the NBA Championship, and then head home for a bubble bath before crashing and waiting for Rick to join me in bed. I catch a cab to Bohagers in Fells Point, figuring that they have televisions and the game would be on. Getting to the bar, I notice that a lot of local college kids are out and about. A bonus I think, beer, basketball, and horny handsome guys to stare at. I get up to the bar, finding a stool about ten feet from a television. Great spot. After ten minutes of waiting, I flash a fifty, catching the eye of a male bartender. Now Bohagers is not a gay hangout. Baltimore's gay scene is too flashy for me. I would rather sit with a few guys from work and drink a few before heading home to Rick. Back to this bartender, I think his name is Steve. He's not a gorgeous man, but handsome in his own way. Dark hair, stubble for facial hair, but not a model's face. But one glance at his upper body, I could tell that he probably bounces part time. Steve has arms that are probably 17 inches big, muscular forearms covered with a layer of dark hair, a small waist, and a massive chest, well defined and visible through his tightly stretched white T-shirt. But his best asset is his chest hair. The white shirt was more brown from the densely covered chest underneath, hairs sticking out above the collar of his shirt. He probably gets his dick wet every night with a different girl. "Bud light, please." And with that Steve was gone, getting a five note as a tip. He would be back if I needed another drink. His services are worth five bucks a drink, as long as I get to see his biceps tighten slightly as he twists the cap off of my beer. I might stay longer than expected, depending on the Bulls-Jazz game. I spin around in my stool just in time to catch Jordan dunking on some guy from Utah. Michael Jordan is the man. Well respected, professional, smart business man, and handsome. He is built nicely for a basketball player - well defined shoulders, biceps are big, nice chest. What I wouldn't do with his bold head if I got the chance. As I was picturing MJ naked, I hear a deep voice from next to me ordering a Killians Draft and a Fosters Draft. Turning my head, I catch sight of a very striking young man, maybe in his early 20s (just as I am - 24). He is wearing a pair of Polo jeans, dark blue, slightly baggy in the legs but not in the ass and crotch, Nike shoes, and a tight black shirt that you can buy out of International Male. He is much better looking that the bartender. I wonder what he would do for five dollars. This guy was built like a fireman, small waist, and hairy arms. With his shirt stretching across his chest, you can see the outline of his half hard nipples. But no hair on the chest that I could see - a nice set of pecs are a nice set of pecs hairy or smooth. His forearms have a dusting of his dark brown hair. His best asset is his finely trimmed goatee - oh how that would feel on my inner thigh as he sucked on my balls. As he ordered, MJ dunks again and the bar crowd starts screaming. Looking over at this guy, assuming a college student from the area, I say the first words between the two of us. "Jordan is just amazing, too bad he is retiring - such a loss for the game." And with that, my mystery man says "I'm not a big fan but Jordan is great." Steve the bartender brings the two drafts. "Seven bucks." I interrupt, "Can I get another Bud light, and I got the two drafts." Off Steve goes, shaking his ass for the women on the other side of me. "Thanks," says my mystery man, picking up the two beers and leaving. Great I thought, I just bought that guy two beers, one for him and probably the other for his hot girlfriend somewhere. Maybe I should just go home and wait for Rick to come home to make love to me. Rick is great. He is a cop who I met during a trial I was prosecuting. Ever since then we have been roommates, best friends, and lovers. Rick is 29, 5'11, brown hair that has been lightened by the summer sun, bright blue eyes, and a body that gives me the chills. He has well developed tits that are covered with hair like Tom Selleck. Massive hands and thick thighs, this man could make me cum at anytime of the day in any position by just rubbing his hairy chest on my cock. A little about me - I'm about 5'8, 150 of pure muscle, hard six pack, nice buff arms, black hair and brown eyes, very stylish clothes, wears steel rimmed glasses, and a hairy chest that resembled Alec Baldwin. Rick is nine inches and I'm eight inches. I'm just about to stand up when I catch a glimpse of the man that I was admiring. He is sitting with another guy who is equally sexy. This other guy is about my height, almost bleach blonde hair, wearing a tight white shirt. Unlike the dark haired guy, this blonde was wearing a v-neck shirt, showing off a forest of darker blond hair on his massive chest. Where were these guys when I was first experimenting with guys in college? Anyway, this blond guy wasn't as built as the dark haired guy and he didn't have a goatee. I'd rather fuck the dark haired guy but I was so horny that I would still sleep with the blond or even Steve the bartender. The two guys were talking and watching the game, no girls were around them. The fosters draft was for his buddy, not his girlfriend. Steve sits another beer in front of me saying, "This is from Toby." Who is Toby? "The guy you bought beer for, over there," says Steve pointing right to my mystery man. I give a slight wave thanking him for the beer. He waves back with a great smile, white teeth standing out from his deep summer tanned skin, a great look with his dark hair and trimmed goatee. I drink my third beer and leave Steve a twenty for a final tip - hey, he told me the guy's name was Toby. Steve finally shows some gratitude and reaches over the bar and shakes my hand, flashing a smile at me that could get a girl wet in one second. It works for me too. Before leaving, I walk over to Toby's table. "Thanks for the beer," I say. "No problem, that was the least I could do. But I think I still owe you one more. Why don't you sit down with us, drink that beer, and watch the end of the game?" Toby asks. Within a second, I was sitting there, drinking another beer, wondering if Rick was home yet. Probably not. "Sorry, I never caught your name buddy," Toby says to me. "Oh, Eric LeBlanc." "Toby" as he extends his firm hand out toward me. "This is Danny, my brother." "Nice to meet you" I say, thinking that Toby is still single. Three very handsome men sitting at a table, drinking a few beers, and watching the basketball game. Within three minutes, a girl, looking somewhat slutty walks over to Toby and starts to flirt. Toby flashes her a smile, places his hand on her hip, and strikes up a conversation. The girl sits on his lap, Toby not objecting but I was in my mind. She begins to fondle his chest through his black shirt. From what I could see, Toby was enjoying it, his nipples poking through the lycra. I'm sure that his dick was hard, jabbing this girl in the ass. The girl, who was obviously drunk, whispers something to Toby making him laugh. He whispers back and within two seconds she is gone, probably getting ready to meet him back at his place to fuck this stud. Danny asks the question. "What did she want?" "The same old same old, to ride my cock," as he laughs. Toby slaps me lightly on the arm, "I hate going out, girls just want to fuck and fuck and fuck. I get tired of it." Feeling slightly buzzed I finally ask why. "Well Eric, I have screwed girls but that is not my thing." I say "Oh, you don't do many one night stands." "Not with girls," and with that I feel his hand move up my leg, squeezing my inner thigh under the table. My cock stood straight up in my dress pants, I'm sure making a thud against the table. Without much more initiation, I reach under the table, grabbing Toby's hand, sliding it up to my erection. Toby gives it a slight squeeze and then begins to lightly rub it through the wool of my suit pants. Danny is just looking straight into my eyes and then says "Eric, would you like to come back to our place and have a night cap?" I accept without even thinking about Rick (we have a open relationship). Five minutes later, we are pulling up to a condo complex right on the inner harbor. These guys had money too. Up to the ten floor we go. Nothing is spoken as we enter their condo which is nicely decorated and spotless. Toby turns on the wide screen TV to catch the last minute of the game. My stud MJ strips the ball from the Mailman and scores the winning shot, maybe his last if he retires. My man Jordan. Toby hands me a glass of Kendall Jackson Chardonnay, which I graciously accept. Danny has disappeared and Toby sits two feet away from me. I ask what he does for a living, finding out that he is 25 and owns a restaurant in Little Italy. Danny is 23 and a banker at the Legg Mason building downtown. Danny comes back in the room wearing a pair of Umbros and a T-shirt that hangs on his body. Toby leaves, assuming that he's going to change also. But there I sit in a pin stripe navy suit. I slightly loosen my lie. I guess Danny noticed and asks me if I want something to change into. I thank him but decline. Maybe I won't need the clothes. I hope at least. Toby returns with a pair of Umbros but only a white tank top. My god he was built even better than I though. Just as his chin is covered with a nicely trimmed goatee, his chest is covered with dark hair, trimmed down to give that great groomed look. The whiteness of his tank top contrasts with his dark hair and tanned skin. "Lets get in the hot tub and finish this bottle of wine," Toby states rather than asking. Before I know it, Danny's hands are helping me remove my coat. Was I in a great situation - two sexy built brothers, a hot tub, and no bathing suit. Toby walks over in front of me, removing my tie, staring straight into my eyes. The jacket is off, Danny behind me and Toby in front. Danny reaches across my chest, helping Toby unbutton my shirt, dropping it to the ground. Toby slides his big man hands under my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. Danny, from behind begins to play with my chest hair and nipples, causing them to pop out. Toby's hands fumble with my dress pants - tricky buttons. But with great concentration he drops my pants, revealing a eight inch pole concealed by CK boxer briefs, Danny still playing with my tits. There I stand, only in boxers. Finally I get the courage to reach out and caress Toby's nice pecs through his tank top. Danny reaches around me, sliding his hand under Toby's tank top and pulling it over his head. I spin around, removing Danny's oversized T-shirt. Man, Danny is built like Ben Afflick, but only more defined. So I have both brothers in Umbros, me in boxers. "I guess it is time for the hot tub," I say. "Well you don't want to get these wet." Toby says from behind, as he slides his hands in my boxers, rubbing my ass. Danny's hand slide from the front, playing with my pubes, touching the base of my extremely hard cock. At the same time, the stud brothers push my boxers to the floor, then removing their own shorts. Toby was the same size as Rick - nine inches, thick head, and plenty of veins. Danny was slightly smaller than me and bent slight to the left, but still a pretty cock. Toby grabs my hand and leads me to the deck hot tub. Danny slowly lowers himself into the water, his cock sinking like the Titanic. Toby puts his hands around my waist and lowers me in the warm water. Toby slides behind me, his cock running down my back. Danny was facing me from the front and Toby was pressed against my back. I could feel the bubbles coming up my back, Toby's trimmed chest hairs brushing against my smooth wet back. Danny moves closer to the front of me and finally kisses me. His tongue jumps in my mouth, his hands resting on my thighs. My hands are playing with his chest hairs, which are matted to his pecs because of the warm water, his abs straining as his tongue meets mine. Toby is kissing the back of my neck, his goatee ticking behind my ear. I could feel his cock pressed against the small of me back. I bob up and down slightly to stimulate Toby's cock. I didn't want him to be left out of the fun just because he is behind me. Toby's right hand is rested firmly on my abs, playing with hair around my belly button, my cock brushing against the back of his hand. Danny still kissing me, moves his left hand to the base of my cock, rubbing my balls between his thick fingers. Toby's left hand begins to stroke my cock, Danny finally intertwines his fingers with Toby. Sitting there, I could feel Toby's cock against my back, Danny's cock was touching my leg, both of these studs were giving me a hot hand job, while bathing my face and neck with their tongues. I use my right hand to begin to stroke Danny's seven inch tool, my left hand rubbing the hairs of Toby's thighs. Within two minutes, I was cumming in the hot tub, a feeling I have never experienced, but would experience it a few more times that night. Now that I was relieved, it was the stud bros turns. I move my mouth to Danny's nipples, then his abs, finally finding the head of his cock sticking above the water. I place his mushroom in my mouth, giving it one strong suck, gulping some water in my mouth. Danny begins to moan as the water rushes past his cockhead into my mouth and back out. Danny begins to slowly push his hips into my mouth. This guy knew how to fuck someone's face. Toby places his hand on my waist and with a manly gentleness pulls it above the water in the hot tub. I knew what was next. This hairy stud was going to fuck me like one of his bitches. I feel the tip of his cock press against my ass. With one push, Toby was pressing the base of his cock against my ass, his plum sized balls slapping against my nuts. Looking over my shoulder as I lick the shaft of Danny's cock, I see one fucking exciting sight. Danny and Toby, two stud brothers, kissing each other, seeing their tongues going into each other's mouths. Keeping an eye on this, I begin to deep throat Danny, which is somewhat hard because of his cocks bend. While doing this, I begin to push my ass hard against the flat abs of Toby, feeling his hard cock inside of me, my hands roaming about the hairy chest and big pecs of Danny. Danny is moaning loud, breathing heavy, and pushing his cock into my mouth like a stud fucking a girl, which I'm sure that these guys have (I have fucked many girls after grinding with them at 723 Dance Club). Finally Danny explodes in my mouth, spurt after spurt of hot cum. I drink it down like the few bud lites I had earlier. This only makes Toby fuck me harder. This guy was pushing his thick cock harder and harder into my, finally shooting his load into my ass. Toby lets out a slight moan as he pulls his half hard cock out of my ass. With Danny's cum still on my lips, I rise up to meet Toby's and Danny's mouths. Our three tongues touching each other, trying to taste the cum of one stud, my hands massaging both of their hairy tits, their hands groping my already stiff dick. Another hand job, another load shot. Toby feeds my cum to Danny who then feeds it via his tongue to the both of us. Load after load being shot in this hot tub. Finally the three of us are tired, after three hours of hot three way sex. Danny never fucked Toby that night nor sucked each other off (the kissing was enough for now). I did fuck both of them and both of them fucked me. I sucked both of them and both of them sucked on my tool. That was a great night. Fortunately for me, Rick and I meet Toby and Danny for drinks every Thursday night. By the time ER is over, all four of us are naked and fucking each other. Rick loves watching Toby fuck me - he thinks Toby is the fucking hottest man that we have brought into our relationship, his nicely trimmed chest and goatee. Danny isn't bad either. Toby really admires Rick because Rick is most built out of the four of us. I actually think that Toby has fallen for Rick - why not, he is great. One Thursday night, Rick wouldn't kiss Toby unless he fucked or sucked Danny. Toby told us that him and Danny fuck all the time, but was afraid that it would freak Rick and I out since they were brothers. Non sense. Ever since then, every Thursday night, Rick fucks me, Toby, and Danny. I fuck Rick, Toby, and Danny. Danny fucks me, Rick, and Toby. And Toby fucks me, Rick, and Danny. Each of us, all four studs, at least shoots our cum into another stud's ass three times a week. And that doesn't count the times we cum into each other mouths. This hasn't stopped Rick and I from fucking our brains out during the rest of the week. But Thursday night is the best day of the week. What the hell, Rick is 29, I'm 24, Toby is 25, and Danny is 23. We are all young studs who just can't get enough of fucking and sucking. can you blame us? Right now, we are looking for a bigger place so the four of us can live under one roof. I don't think we will ever leave our place except to work, you know, with all the fucking going on.