Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** So many men, and so many hot ones to choose from. The Winter Olympics in Salt Lake were a veritable buffet of beautiful boy butt, and I was drawn to most of the guys wearing those skintight suits. It didn't matter if they were speed skaters, bobsled drivers or skiers. The Dutch and German boys seemed to have the most difficult time hiding their package, and one American skier in particular, Bode Miller, looked amazing in his 'Spiderman' garb. When asked during an interview how he was handling all the attention here at the Olympics, Bode's reply was, "I just give them what they want." I wondered if that was really true. I knew Miller had a girlfriend, but the fact that Bode and American giant-slalom standout Erik Schlopy rent a house together in the hills above Innsbruck, Austria, certainly gave me pause. The house sits in the town of Toeldern in the valley of Schmirn. Miller and Schlopy share the place with goats, chickens, and a few pigs. The idea was to have a home base during the European World Cup circuit, sparing themselves jet lag and laundry woes. Perhaps the 6'2", 210-pound Miller and 5'10", 185-pound Schlopy have shared more than just the house. The crowd around Bode had dwindled, and I went up to him. I was even more amazed at the hot bod on this laid-back ski stud. He looked so good coming down the slopes on skis, but up close, he was too much. I could feel my cock getting harder as I approached him. Bode was the son of two 60's hippies, who lived in rural Franconia, New Hampshire. His movement was smooth, but his trim fit body must have been tired from the demands of two weeks in competition. With the exception of some minor padding built into the suit, what I was seeing was what I would get...hopefully. I could sense the constant media focus and the disappointment of falling in his final race was finally getting to the mild-mannered Bode. I approached him and simply said, "Want to get away from all this for an hour? I'm sure you have not been able to have a suitable Après-ski, the night life following a day on the slopes, since coming to SLC." "Do I know you?" "No, but I can see what has been happening to you, and I want to offer you a bit of relief from the bombardment of press and people." Seemingly intrigued by the thought Bode said, "Yeah, sure, anything. Let’s get out of here." I couldn't get to my room fast enough. Bode and I talked along the way. He was so easy to talk to and just like I had seen him on TV. His laid back demeanor was a total turn-on for me and his droopy bedroom eyes were killers. He reminded me of a puppy dog and I did want to cuddle and play with him. As we got near my place Bode said, "Thanks for the get away; it has been hectic. The pressure of the Olympics, the press, my girlfriend and Erik all here together; they all put certain demands on me." It was the last part that piqued my interest. "Bode, I can understand about the competition, the press, and your girlfriend, but what problems could it be having your housemate here? I thought you guys got along real well, renting that place over in Europe and all." "We do. But Erik doesn't get it: that we can't fool around here like we do over there, especially with the whole world watching." Playing dumb, I said, "Not sure what you mean, Bode." "Well, it can get pretty lonely sometimes over there, and it is just him and me with all the chickens, goats and pigs. He and I, well, you know we fool around a bit. We're both straight, but we get off on seeing if we can get each other to get a hard-on, and stupid stuff like that. One time I got him to a full erection, but we stopped before anything else happened." "And what about you? Can he get your juices going?" "No man; ain’t ever happened." We arrived at the house and he took his gloves off. I noticed right away how huge his hands were. I offered him a drink; he accepted. I figured I’d take my shot, so I said to him boldly, "Mind if I have a try at working the Bode bod?" He laughed thinking I was just fooling with him. "You’re not going to turn down a free blow job, are you? I will guarantee you that I can get you off." All of a sudden, this free spirited hot hunk from New Hampshire had a change of thought. "Go ahead, have at it," Bode said in a relaxed manner. I removed his ski boots and threw them across the room. By now the one-piece bumper suit he was wearing had really begun to warm him up. I could tell he was sweating a bit. I told him to just let me take care of him. “We're going to have a bit of a 'yard sale', only you're not going to wipe out just yet, except your clothes will be strewn all over the room when I'm done.” I pushed him down on the couch and began to unzip the suit. Bode grabbed both of my wrists, gently at first and then it felt like he had me in a vice. I think he was trying to convey that he could control this situation any time he wanted. I never felt hands that strong. He was wearing white thermal underwear underneath. I unzipped the suit down to his navel and opened it up. I squeezed his perfect chest; he inhaled deeply and pumped it up. Even though he was still covered in thermal, I could tell he had the most amazing pecs. I applied pressure and deflated all the air out of him. I sat him up to remove his arms and could not believe the guns on this guy. His arms, like his hands, were steel. I unzipped his suit down as far as the zipper would travel and rubbed my hand over his crotch. He jumped at my touch but I just threw him back on the couch, elevated his lower torso and legs slightly and slid the rest of his suit off. As good as his chest and arms were, his legs were better. This was one well-put together guy. I asked him if he needed more liquor to relax him or even a popper to put him in the mood. He had no idea what a popper was, but said he was fine. I told him a popper would just make him less inhibited. He said, "If you can get me hard, I'll let you use a popper on me." I told him to give me a fair chance; I needed to take off his thermals. He did not resist as I removed the top portion. Every part of his body was pure muscle, and I appreciated the fact that he let me touch him. "I used to wear Lycra, but now I have the kind made with silk. It give me more flex and I like the feel," Bode said. I think the couple of drinks he had were relaxing him. Before removing his bottoms, I rubbed my hands over his shoulders, up and down his arms, and finally onto his chest. I wanted him to get more used to my touch and feel good about me. My hands slid down over his hips and he must have been ticklish because he again jumped. It was easy for me to get my hands around his waist and begin to pull down on his lower long johns. Now, with the exception of a pair of black bikini jockey shorts that did not hold his package in, Bode was in the buff. Bode looked like a god and I knew: It was Miller time! I told him he was not at all quirky and weird, like some of the things I had been reading about him in the press. He replied, "It's part of my personality," he said, "but it's also a little bit of a misinterpretation of body language, I think, because I don't feel like a spaz, I just look like one." "Bode, if by spaz, you mean hot as all get out, then yes; otherwise, you are definitely not a spaz." Bode's hair was mussed up and it gave him a sexy look flopping down over his forehead and ears. His lips, mouth and tongue were just begging to be kissed. So, I went for it. It was sweet and his spit tasted so good. I rested my body on top of him and moved my hands up and down his sides. I rubbed his pits and gave his chest and nipples some attention. I sucked his amazing chest for a bit more and finally, he whimpered a moan. I decided to go lower and stuck my tongue in his navel and nibbled on his hips. He gave one big thrust upward when I did that. It allowed me to spread his muscled thighs and I worked my thumb under his ball sac and to the entrance of his Bode butt hole. He grunted and groaned as I shoved my thumb in and out several times. "Never had anything up there, huh Bode?" "No…" "Well, your luck is about to change, Bode boy." I began to slurp on his giant ski pole of a dick and I admit it took me longer than I thought it would to begin for him to get an erection. He fought me, but after about ten minutes of sucking him off, nibbling his nuts, and teasing his prostate, Bode became hard. I should have realized from the size of his hands and feet that he would be a load, but 11 inches with a diameter of about 5" at the base of his shaft was more than even I could have dreamed of. Once he got hard, he began to moan continuously and I had this 25-year-old ski stud in my control. I was going to have my way with this downhill racer, and give Bode the time of his life. I could tell Bode was very strong, and very flexible. I straddled his left leg and with my left hand stroked Miller's meat till he was oozing his precious pre-cum. I kept shoving his other leg to keep him spread out. Finally, I turned him over and got behind him. He had the most perfect butt of solid muscle and I kept my left hand on his cock and told him to take his hands and spread his butt cheeks for me. Not knowing what was coming, he slowly obeyed and when my tongue licked his hot hole, Bode actually gasped. Had I not held tightly to his cock and hip, he would have flown off the couch. Bode was still dripping his pre-cum and I knew it was time for the 'milk run', in this case not the first downhill run of the day, just the first time I would drain his cock of his ski boy semen. All it took was one more yank from behind and the feel of my tongue on his cock head and piss slit. His 'Bode boy juice' started to shoot out and I flipped him over quickly so that I could drain him dry by unloading it on his stomach and chest. Bode was one hot boy now. I squeezed his slalom stick till the last drop just rested on the tip of his prick. I asked him if he could take more from me, not really caring if he said yes or no. I elevated his muscle legs up onto my shoulders and began to finger his ass. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, man, what are you gonna do now? Ohhhhhh, man what's coming?” "Bode, you will be again, shortly. Coming, that is! I’m gonna stick my dick in your ass and we're gonna do some 'schussing'. I'm going to fill your valley with my cock and you'll just be in a full fuck position instead of a full tuck position. Same difference though, Bode: your ass is mine and you're gonna love this. Just relax and push like you’re taking a dump when you feel me go in." The next hour was the most fantastic hour of my fucking life. Bode shot his jizz four more times. But then it was time to go. Or so I thought. Bode got up and began to gather his shit from around the room. He looked at me and said, "Man, I can't let this rest." He walked over to me. "Ain't no way I'm leaving here just having been fucked by you." Three hours later, I was in the shower with Bode. He had screwed my ass over and over. We even did something he called his 'Franconia Fuck'. Bode knew his way around, and when he finally did leave he invited me to spend time with him and Erik over in Austria this spring. I kissed him goodbye and as he left, he whispered in my ear, "Do you think I need that popper?"