Gay Erotic Stories

Rhadames was my ultimate fantasy, somebody who I would never have or never even see in a compromising position, but nonetheless he was everything that every jack off fantasy in my life had been made of since I was a kid. Rhadames was my Executive Chef in a beach resort, working closely with me everyday and it drove me crazy-you know how it is when you find that certain person that just "does it for you?" This Spanish stud with dark features and a stocky masculine build was everything of my dreams. Rhadames was from the Dominican Republic and not a "model type" perfect man, but he nonetheless drove me crazy and I cannot tell you how many times I had jerked off with fantasies of his dark hairy chest and strong thick thighs dancing in my imagination. Standing around 5'9 and weighing in at around 180 I would guess, he was a strong compact and stocky bear type Dominican guy. I knew that he was 35 and that he was married with 3 kids, but he still made my cock ache. He had a smile to die for and although I never saw him in anything except his baggy white chef's coat and a pair of black chef's pants, I had my own vision of his naked form. But again, it was all fantasy and never had we come anywhere close to even breaching this gap, he was totally professional and kept all conversations to a minimum, that is until… It had been a long weekend and I quickly returned home, cleaned up and began to undress. I am 6'2", 200 lb. and a very masculine type military looking guy. I sport a buzz cut, goatee and have a well-developed chest covered in fine dark brown hair. Never considering myself to be a "stud" but pretty content with my looks and the hard work that months at the gym have accomplished, I admired my form in my mirror. My plan was simple, I was tired and I just wanted to have a couple of beers, listen to some music and relax. I pulled on my baggy jeans and threw on a loose fitting t-shirt and headed across the street to a local bar just to relax and unwind. I was sitting at a table in the corner by myself just kinda’ staring off in the darkness when I heard a deep voice say "hola". I looked up and here was Rhadames. I reflexively said "hola" as I looked up, but then kinda’ stuttered when my eyes examined his total look. Gone was the normal uniform and now he was in his "street clothes" like myself. However, I could have never imagined in my wildest fantasies that he looked this good. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his incredibly thick upper chest and firm stomach, by no means a ripped bodybuilder type, but a real man looking guy with thick pecs and a broad waist. His shirt was tucked into a pair of pretty well fitting jeans, not Levis, but Wrangler type and it was clear that this guy was built from head to toe. Built like a real man, like that neighborhood guy that everybody lives next to, the type of guy that fantasies are made of… Although his English was not great, he asked in Spanish "Que Pasa" and I motioned for him to sit down, smiled and responded with "nada, que pasa con Tu?". As he sat down, his head turned, I guess to look for the waitress and I took the opportunity to glances at the massive fat bulge between his heavy thighs as he sat and arranged himself in the chair. He looked back at me and smiled with a mouth full of white teeth and a beautiful face covered in an obvious dark 5 PM shadow. His face was so masculine, dark with a squared jaw, Latin features with a broad nose, dark eyes and bushy dark eyebrows. He looked again, this time longer, trying to gain the attention of the cocktail waitress and I stared at his incredible masculine form. From the top of his dark shirt I could see a bush and tangle of curly black hair that poked for the neckline, I could only imagine that this strong stud from the Caribbean had a massive bush covering his torso, dark thighs and my mind wandered as I thought of what lay beneath his shorts. Boxer's or briefs? My mind was in another world. He finally got his beer and the waitress brought another for myself as well as a shot of tequila for both of us. I felt a pang of jealousy as the cute young waitress also checked him out and his eyes obviously wandered down her tight form. "Shit" I thought, I would kill to be that gal for just long enough to take this man out and blow him in the parking lot. Just for a fleeting moment… My mind snapped back to reality when he started to ask me the usual questions. "como estas, etc." We made small talk and I could feel he was a little uncomfortable sitting with his boss. I don't think he was expecting to run into me and end up sitting with myself discussing work. I think he was kind on the same mission as me, just relax, get a beer and if the million to one odds were on our side, a possible quick encounter to empty our heavy nuts. But, here we were and although both of us were slightly uncomfortable, things quickly loosened up as we downed several drinks and got a little more uninhibited with our conversation. I asked him about his wife and family who were still in the Dominican, even though both of us were working a few thousand miles away. He told me they "were fine" although he said he was incredibly bored living here all alone. "What do you do for fun" I asked and he laughed and replied, "jerk off a lot!" I laughed with him and told him "isn't that the truth" as I looked at my hand. My mind raced with the though of his Dominican body spread in a warm bed, naked with the thick scent of a masculine man after along day of work as his broad hand traveled against the soft tender skin of this fat cock as he pumped himself until the cream poured and spurted across his chest and settled amid the dark fur covering his massive chest and stomach, I imagined the taste, the salty……………I sprung back to reality, this guy had something over me, I couldn't even joke without my mind heading south with images of this chef. I had to compose myself, I didn't want to come across or give him the least inkling of my thoughts. I knew I couldn't stay much longer as my precum was surely leaking through my jeans at this point. I don't think I have ever been so horny or hard in my life. I stole every opportunity to check out his stomach and fat bulge. Even worse was the fact that he would look away towards the bar as if to be looking for somebody as he would allow his hand to rest in the wedge between his bulge and the inside of his thigh. Occasionally, he would actually grab his entire grapefruit sized basket; adjust it as he continued looking away. Maybe he knew I was looking and he was toying with me? Nah, impossible, he was so far from that side of the tracks, so masculine, so married, this would I was sure, never had even occurred to him. Finishing my beer and realizing that I needed to blow my load, I let out a sigh and announced "well, I think that is going to do it for me." He looked at me surprised--his hand again against his crotch, and asked, "Where you going? Don't leave yet” I thought about this for a second and tried to stick to my plan. "Nah, I'm going head home and have a beer where I can listen to some decent music" "Buenos" he replied, "I'll come with you!" "Shit," I thought. As much as I enjoyed the view, I really was too far along to spend anymore time looking at him and drinking beer while my mind raced. I wanted to go home and pump a load with thoughts of Rhadames slowly fucking me passed in my head. But, I responded "Ok" and the next thing I knew we were walking back to my condo. I occasionally kept a couple of steps back and let him pass through the doors first so I could take every opportunity to glimpse his firm large, defined Latin ass. His ass was beautiful, not a little twink bubble ass, but a broad, round masculine "surely hairy" ass that belongs on an older masculine man. We arrived in my condo and I popped 2 beers, handed him one and turned to flip on the stereo. After I had some decent music rolling, I excused myself to take a leak and entered the bathroom. I found it a little difficult to piss, my dick was aching from being hard for so long, but I finally coaxed the warm dark piss from my veins and tried to shake these thoughts from my mind. I had no idea what was waiting when I returned, never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a scenario such as what I was about to experience. Here is the true account, honest to God! I opened the door and shifted my cock in my briefs and made sure my shirt was hanging down in front of my crotch to hide any obvious sign. As I walked back into the living room, Rhadames came into view. In his right hand he had one of my "Muscle" magazines in his hand and his left hand was on his tremendous pumped crotch and he was squeezing and rubbing. He didn't notice me as I was out of his line of sight and he briefly laid his head back, closed his eyes and moaned and his hand squeezed. I was a little too far away to really see the details, but it was quite obvious he was enjoying the magazine. I stepped back into my bedroom, out of sight, and the coughed a little to announce my return and then stalled for a couple of seconds. When I walked back into the living room, announcement made, he was still sitting on the couch with the magazine open, but now it was sitting in his lap and he was holding his beer. With the hand that only moments before had been massaging his cock. He looked up and flashed me that incredible smile again as I walked across the room and took my seat in a chair next to where he was sitting on the couch. Things were a little quiet and for a few moments he continued to flip through the pages of my magazine. It was then that he flipped the page with an ad for underwear with a strong hairy man in a pair of boxer briefs that things changed so quickly, my mind still can hardly comprehend the events that transpired from that moment on. He studied the picture intently, looking at the magazine and not at me for several seconds. I could see his interest. He then held up the magazine and looked at me, showing the page with the ad and asked "you like underwear like this?" seemingly unimpressed. I laughed, made a very bold move and stood up quickly, unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my pants down just enough and showed him an exact match to the underwear that was represented in the ads. Hell, I was drunk and I just did it quicker than my mind could have the time to realize. He laughed hysterically as he saw his comment versus what I was wearing was a mistake. He looked back at the photo as I pulled my pants back up and laughed and commented in Spanish "no mi gusto!" He placed the magazine on the coffee table and as my heart pounded in my chest he stood up, pulled his tight t-shirt out of his jeans, undid his belt, pulled his zipper down and then dropped his jeans, which fell all the way to his ankles. He pulled his shirt high to give me a full view of his dark maroon tiny briefs that he was wearing. They were cotton, dark and fit snugly. I could see every detail. I was out of breath actually seeing his defined dark thighs, muscular but not overly built. My eyes wandered down his hairy thighs to his fat calves and then back up. His form fitting briefs held a package that was massive, huge, beyond description. His stomach had a trail of fur from the top of the dark colored material and I could view all the way to the bottom of his pecs, which looked defined, and separate. He permitted me this view for only a moment I am sure, but it seemed like forever. "Now these are what real men where" he said and then quickly reached down and began pulling his pants back up. I didn't know what to say. I had gotten a look of more than I could of ever imagined, I could have died right there and been happy. I still was thinking that it was a "guy moment" and nothing else. He continued to explain. "I'm Dominican and we are blessed with big fat cocks and huge balls” he was looking at me, eye to eye. I have to wear something tight, these are what guys wear in my country. "Pretty proud of your equipment" I joked! He looked at me with a sly smile and responded very matter-of-factly, "you know I have a huge dick" he paused looked briefly at the still open magazine and then looked back in my eyes, smiled huge and then said "it's bigger than you have ever thought" very arrogantly. I tried not to blush and casually looked away and he continued; "how big do you think it is” I looked at him a little amazed and excited. "Come on, how big?" I laughed again and asked "hard or soft?" He quickly responded 'HARD" I pondered my response, trying to buy some time to process what was happening, but couldn't push the fantasy from my mind. "I don't know, maybe 8 inches" and then made eye contact with him again. "Bigger" he said sheepishly as his hand came to rest on his grapefruit sized bulge "much bigger!" Instinctively I looked away, not believing what was happening. Before I could even take a breath, he once again stood up, dropped his pants and his briefs around his ankles and pulled his tight shirt over his head and then sat back down. I looked over at him and it was like a dream. Rhadames was sitting on my couch, his muscular chest was covered in a thick mat of black coarse hair, his stomach firm, but not flat but in no way out of shape and his legs were spread and here I saw, finally, his massive, fat thick, tender Dominican cock fully hard framed by a bush of thick black hair. This spicy Dominican cock was at least 10 inches and slightly curved. The head was completely covered in a sheath of dark foreskin that still had 1/4 of an inch hanging off the solid dick. I could see the outline of his mushroom shaped head that was fat, thicker than any cock I have ever seen in my life. His nuts were incredible. Lying forward against his shaft on the rough fabric of my couch they lay in a sac covered by sparse curly coarse black Latino hair. I looked at his face after what seemed like eternity and he spoke directly to me, "Chupa me pena, por favor” Suck my dick please… rgahr@codetel.net.do email me for the last chapter!