Gay Erotic Stories

In high school I always thought that I was the hairiest guy in the world. I thought that I was a freak or something, because there were no guys in my small class that were as hairy as me, and believe me I checked out the hairy guys every chance I got. During my second year at a small community college I met a guy named Willie. Willie sat in front of me in a chorus class. We were both in the bass section. I would stare at his hairy forearms during the whole of each class. One evening I was bored, and I went to the liquor store for a six-pack. As I was leaving the store and heading for my car, someone called my name. I turned and saw Willie setting in his truck parked next to my car. I went over and chatted with him for a while. It was a warm and humid Oklahoma evening and he had on a tank top and short baggy shorts. Damn! He was hairier than me! Standing there talking to him for several minutes all I could do was stare at all that thick hair on his chest, arms, and legs. I asked him if he knew of anything that was going on in town that evening. He didn't, but he said his parents were out of town for the week and that he had the house alone. He then asked if I wanted to bring the beer and follow him to his house. We got to his house and cracked open a couple of beers and he began showing me around the house. When we got to his parent's bedroom, he said he had to show me something. In the nightstand beside his parent’s bed were several magazines with nude men in them. He said that they belonged to his mother. We sat on the edge of the bed and started thumbing through the magazines. I asked him which of the models in the magazines he would most like to look like and he picked out the hairiest one. The one that I would have chosen also. We talked about being hairy and he said that it was great to meet someone hairy like him. After a while he stretched and jerked. I asked him what was wrong. He told me that he had pulled a back muscle during a workout the previous day. Then he asked if I was good a back rubs and I told him that it was my specialty. I told him to take off his shirt and lay on the bed. I climbed on the bed and began to knead his sore muscles. After about a half hour of massage, I told him to turn over and I would do his chest. Wow it was great massaging his hairy chest. Later I told him to take his shorts off and I would do his legs. He got up and turned out the light took off his shorts, and laid back on the bed completely naked. I began rubbing the muscles of his legs. He had muscular legs that were so hairy! I was turned on beyond belief. I was glad the light was off and he couldn't see my hard cock jutting out against the fabric of my shorts. After massaging his legs for a while I let my arm glide across his cock. He was hard too! So I moved my hands to his hardon and started massaging it. In no time we were kissing and grinding our hairy bodies together. We sucked each other off and kissed and held each other for hours. This was the first time for both of us to have sex with another man. It was the first of many times. We fucked several times a week for the next year and a half. I often still think of my first hairy lover.