Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Rob, I'm 35. I was married for 8 years when my wife was killed in a car accident. The past two years have been hell. I've been fighting off depression daily. I work in a video production facility where I am a director. I love my job. When the local film school asked me to come talk to their class I was very happy to do it. I enjoy helping aspiring directors get started. I gave my presentation to the class and had a short question and answer session. One of the students asked if my company had internships available. Always looking for free help I said yes of course. The class came to an end and students came up to me to ask more questions. One student, Zach, caught my eye. I had always been attracted to men, but never acted on it. I figured it was just too much trouble being gay. So I always had a girlfriend and eventually got married. Like I said, I was married for 8 happy years. Zach was asking me questions about an internship. He needed one to graduate. I gave him my card and told him to call me within the next week. Zach is 25, tall, about 6 feet tall and very well built. He has black curly hair, cut close. He also has beefy, hairy forearms and beautiful light blue eyes. I'm 5' 10" and since my wife's death, have taken to working out to fight off depression, so I'm not in bad shape. Zach called me the next day and he said he was free and could come in that day for an interview if my schedule permitted. I told him to come on down. He walked in all dressed in black, short sleeve shirt again, exposing those beefy arms. We talked about the internship and I gave him a tour of the studio and editing bays. After he left I headed home. I was fantasizing about him on the drive home and got a raging hard-on. When I got home, I couldn't control myself and jacked off as soon as I got in the door. I called Zach the next morning and asked if he could start the next week. We were going on location to shoot some interviews and I wanted him to go with us. He said he could do that. That next week, he went with me to the shoot. Since it was in the spring, we both had shorts on. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was so hot in his cargo shorts. I also couldn't take my eyes off the way his package looked in those pants. That's when I knew I wanted him. But since he was an intern I didn't dare do anything sexual: too many lawsuits come out of these things. Zach's internship lasted until June. I told him I could hire him on a freelance basis when the opportunity arose. We kept in touch, going out and having a beer or two every once in a while. I work in the city but my home is in the country. I have an old farmhouse that's on a hill and is very private. When Zach and I were out having a beer, I told him I was going to rebuild the front porch of my house. He asked if I needed any help. I said sure! I could only imagine him helping me in the hot sun, taking his shirt off... Anyhow, he came over early the following Saturday. He had done some construction during the summers during high school so he knew how to swing a hammer and use a level. It was a sunny day and warm. We worked on the porch most of the day, both of us without shirts on and in shorts. I kept noticing the muscles of his hairy chest and the muscles of his stomach and the treasure trail leading to that nice package. The afternoon sun hits the front of the house so it got pretty warm. He suggested we take a break. So we went out back, where I have a built-in swimming pool. He asked if he could jump in, and I said go ahead. Again, I live at the top of the hill and in the country. My wife and I bought this house so we would have lots of privacy. The pool has a nice privacy fence around and no neighbors to be too nosy about what's going on. Zach didn't want to jump in in his shorts, so he asked if he could swim in his underwear. I said sure, that I occasionally swim in the nude. He dropped his shorts. He was standing there in white boxer briefs, clinging closely to his cock. He asked if I was going to jump in too, I said sure, let me get my suit on. He said don't worry about it. He then dropped his boxer briefs to his ankles. I watched as his meat just bounced and hung there. He said I saw the way you looked at me when we were working on the porch, his cock starting to grow. He then started touching himself. I felt my cock going rock hard. At that point I dropped my shorts, my 6-inch cock pointing straight up. He looked at me and said come here. He kissed me hard on the mouth and then he started sucking my cock. I grabbed his meat, which was growing to about 8 inches and was stroking it while he was sucking my cock. It felt so good to feel his hot mouth on me. He told me he wanted to do this since the day we met. I went down on him and sucked his cock. This was the first time I had ever touched another man. I felt so good; I was so turned on. We sucked each other for a while. He made me lay down on the lounge chair by the pool. He then straddled me and inserted my cock into his hot, tight, hairy ass. He moved up and down on me and I could feel his tight ass caressing my cock. I told him I was about to cum, he said wait and I did. He lifted my legs into the air and slowly inserted his huge, hot cock inside of me. I hurt a little at first but he was very gentle. He got all of the way inside of me, I was screaming in ecstasy! He fucked me and fucked me. All the time stroking my cock. I came so hard, that I shot onto my chest. He kept fucking me and he closed his eyes and started moaning. Then I could feel his cock get harder. Then I felt his warm juice shoot inside of me as he shouted out in ecstasy. When he was finished, we lay there for a few minutes then decided to jump into the pool. We stayed close together holding and kissing each other. Then it all started over again.