Gay Erotic Stories

I was casual friends with my brother-in-law, Tim. He was married to my older sister and they had a couple of kids, so we never spent much time together until we both started exercising last spring. I'm a Mountie and my wife was hinting that I should work off a few of those extra donuts I'd been eating on the night shift. One hot summer evening last year, the house was empty while my wife was away visiting her sister. Tim came over to go rollerblading. We raced each other 10 km around a nearby park. We skated hard along the sidewalks and paths and as we raced, every now and then, he would jockey for position by crossing to the other side of the path behind me. In doing so, he often had to grab me by the waist to prevent a collision. I noticed that this made me uncomfortable yet it gave me a little thrill at the same time. I had always admired Tim's good looks and body and, with all the exercise he'd been getting lately, he was really getting into great shape. He had very muscular legs and I loved to watch his thigh and calf muscles flex as he pushed off with each glide of his skates. He also had a very tight ass that he showed off by wearing tight Lycra shorts. As we got back to my house, both of us were covered with perspiration and we collapsed on the front steps. Tim took off his shirt to cool down. I really noticed his arms and pecs had grown from all of the weight room workouts he told me he had been doing. I suggested we take off our blades and go into the house where it was air-conditioned and we could have a cool drink. I filled two glasses with ice water and I passed one to him. As I did, I accidentally spilled the water on his already tight shorts. I recoiled and spilled my glass of water all down the front of me. Tim's body was still gleaming wet with sweat from exercising. He stood up and said, "Well, I guess these definitely have to go in the dryer." And then quickly took off his shorts. I found out then that he wasn't wearing anything under those shorts and he stood in front of me, naked. I'd never seen him naked before and, like most men in any locker room, I couldn't help taking a quick glimpse at his "package". He was nicely hung even though the ice water had caused a little "shrinkage." He looked at me and said, "Well?" Well what? Had he seen me looking? I looked up and didn't know what he was asking. "Well?" he continued, "Aren't you going to throw your stuff in the dryer, too?" Good. I don't think he'd seen me peek. I'm quite hairy all over and for some reason that made me shy about my body. And I'm shyer still about the few extra pounds I'd put on lately. Nonetheless, I took off my clothes as well and Tim carried them into my laundry room. "Do you have anything I could put on while we wait for these to dry?" he asked. "Let's look upstairs in my bedroom," I replied. Tim led the way and I followed behind him upstairs. Actually, I followed HIS BEHIND up the stairs. I could see his balls moving between his legs and, since he was looking up the stairs as he went up, he couldn't tell that I'd taken the opportunity for a longer look at his hairy ass and his boys dangling between his legs. I suddenly began to find the whole situation bizarrely exciting. I guess I'd always been a little curious about men but had never considered myself gay. Probably bi-curious, if anything. Sure, I'd checked out the odd gay site on the Internet when nobody was looking. Who hasn't? I'd even jacked off now and then at a few. But both of us were married and, besides, he was my brother-in-law, after all. And, though there was no blood relationship between us, I felt a little incestuous at being turned on by him. God. Incest. Forbidden sex. Just the thought of incest turned me on even more. My heart began to pound and I could feel the beginnings of a woody forming in my groin. I had to control my cock or it would give me away. "I'm not gay. I'm a married man. He's a married man. I'm not gay. I'm a married man. He's a married man." I kept repeating to myself, but that just seemed to get me more excited. The thought of a gay, incestuous relationship with Tim was making me tingle all over. I wanted to turn away but something made me keep going. I knew I was in trouble. I couldn’t control myself. I had to know how far this would go. We got to the top of the stairs and Tim went into the walk-in closet in my bedroom looking for some clothes. I followed closely behind him. He bent over to look on the lower shelves and all I could do was look at his tight, hairy asshole and balls hanging underneath. Damn. Now I was at half-mast and pre-cum was starting to form on the tip of my cock. I began to panic. Before I could turn away, upside down, he looked up through his legs at me. "Well, well, well," he said, "Look what just popped up." I was exposed. Literally. Then, surprisingly, as he stood up and turned to face me, he smiled. I looked at him, speechless, for the first time in my life. He pulled my hands onto his hairy chest and I pulled his hands on mine. We instinctively pressed our bodies together. "I like a manly man," he whispered, breathing heavily into my ear. Then I felt his bristly black moustache on my upper lip as we pressed our lips together. My cock went fully erect. The pleasure was immense and my heart was now pounding loudly in my ears. "I'm not gay. I'm not gay..." I kept telling myself as I relented, my eyes rolling back with ecstasy as I began to groan uncontrollably. He moved his right hand slowly down my body and grabbed my balls and then moved his hand up and around my rock hard shaft. At the same time he slipped his left hand down my back over my ass and pressed his index finger into my asshole. We got down on the floor and I lay on my back. Tim licked my balls one at a time and then wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock. I thought I was going to cum. Then he moved up my body and I felt my pole rubbing against his chest hair. We were face-to-face again, lying horizontally, him on top of me. Then he straddled me and sat back quickly, thrusting my cock up into his waiting tight ass. I groaned again. He began to ride my cock slowly with his ass as we French-kissed. My tongue and cock were inside him. I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed him with my hands and began pumping his tight hairy ass as fast as I could. My throbbing cock released and I yelled as I filled him with my juice. You realize I'm not gay, just curious. And I'm now more than casual friends with my brother-in-law. That is the story of how this Mountie got mounted and got his man.