Gay Erotic Stories

It’s kind of funny: Every time I read the stories here, I wonder just how many of them are really true. Here’s one that is one hundred percent real. I was living in Chicago in the mid-90’s. I’m six foot three, 250 pounds, dark hair, bearded and very furry. I worked as a bartender for a leather bar up in the North Clark area. I would go to the baths after work and spend the better part of the day looking for my type of man. To explain, my type of man is tall, hairy, bearded, masculine and gentle. One day, during the IML- Bear Pride weekend, I was getting ready to head for the steam room. It was afternoon and there weren’t too many people in the place. I had just left my room when I decided to take a quick look at the other rooms and who might be in them. Most were empty, but as I walked past this one room, I could see a man sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but a smile. I stopped and looked at him. He was over 6 foot, about 240 lbs, bearded, hairy as hell, and smiling back at me. He motioned me into the room. As I entered, he stood up and met me halfway with a kiss. This wasn’t any kiss; this was the kind that makes you lose track of everything, makes your knees shake, and begins to melt your spinal column. From that moment, I would have done anything for him. He broke the kiss and we hugged each other. This was one bear of a man. He led me to the bed and then he sat down. I was still wearing my towel at this point, but not for long. He reached under the towel and grabbed my hard cock. He began licking and kissing my furry stomach while he used his other hand to remove my towel. I stood before him naked and admired his body. He laid back and I straddled him. I began by kissing his forehead, then gave him another kiss. I then grazed his neck and chest with my beard. I stopped at his nipples to gently lick and nibble. He moaned and began to rise up so his hard cock was grinding into my chest. I continued my downward journey and started licking around his crotch. I reached up and held his hands and used my tongue to circle around his balls. He kept moaning and trying to get me to take his dick into my mouth. I wanted this to last, so I kept teasing him. I finally started at the base of his cock and slowly licked my way up to the head. He let out a gasp as my tongue began to swirl around the head. He raised up and looked at me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I placed my lips over the head of his pulsating cock and slowly let it sink deeper and deeper into my mouth. His dick was thick and big. (I won’t try to tell you it was 10” or as big around as a beer can, I’ll leave that for the works of fiction that others write.) After a few minutes, he grabbed my head and pulled me up to his face. Again we kissed. He asked if I could fuck him. I was surprised. I figured that this big hunk of a man was a top. To be honest, I had never gotten fucked before and it was making me nervous until he asked for me to fuck him. We got up and he kneeled on the bed. I began to lick his furry hole. I ate him out ’til he was good and ready, then I placed the head of my cock against the entrance. I was going too easy and let him get used to my dick. I’m not going to brag, but I’m a bit larger than a lot of guys. He couldn’t wait: he backed up against me and took me down to the root. I started a rhythm and began to stroke my rod while I reached around and jacked his cock. He was moaning and telling me to fuck him harder and faster. I quickened the pace until my balls were slapping against the back of his. I was so hot for this man that time stood still. I could feel myself starting to get close so I slowed down and began to thrust deeper. I must have hit his prostate during this time because he began to shudder. He pulled off of me and lay on his back. I put his legs, covered in light brown fur, over my shoulders and started fucking him again. This was intense. We began to sweat. He then took over jacking his dick and I tore into him. After a few minutes, he said that he was going to cum. While I was still inside him, I pulled out a bit and put the head of his cock into my mouth. He jacked his shaft, and filled my mouth with his hot load. I pulled off his dick, pulled out and shot my load all over his stomach and chest. I lay down on top of him and we kissed. I looked at my watch and we had been together for over an hour and a half. It had seemed like only a couple of minutes. He said that he needed to get going. I got up and toweled off, and we embraced for the last time. I went to the showers to clean up. He must have left right after that. I asked my friend at the desk who the man was in that room. He said that the bear had asked about me as well. I’ve never seen him again, and I don’t know his name. I know he’s from Minnesota or Wisconsin. Maybe one day we will run into each other again.