Gay Erotic Stories

I knew it was gonna be a heck of a hike that day. The temperature was in the high nineties. Good ole' sunny California! An outdoor sauna AND tanning booth during the summer. Still, being the die-hard hikers we are, the heat wouldn't keep us at home. Besides, the dip into the river at the end of the trail would be that much more refreshing. Well, I was half right. My wife, who always takes the trails next to me, decided she didn't feel up to it: the heat, not enough energy, etc., etc. She encouraged me to call a buddy of mine, however, and still take the hike. Sounded good to me: the last time I took Alex along he had a hard time keeping up, but I did enjoy the company. I called. Second strike! Alex was working that weekend. I'd have to take the hike alone. And so I did. The trail I chose is a beautiful hike alongside a river up in the hills. The start of it is actually a national park and many families hang out there with their little ones splashing in the water, picnicking, being good moms and dads. I walked past them and headed up the hill following the trail. A few scattered teenagers were here and there along the way, doing their own thing, away from the grown ups. I could see them from where I stood, up on the hill a good hundred feet above the river; just kids having fun. After a good 20 minutes of hiking the trail, there was not a soul to be seen: just nature and I. About 10 minutes after that I reached the park’s borders, I noticed however, that the trail continued, other adventurers like myself had no doubt trekked it before me. I stopped to drink some water out of my backpack and kept going. The trail got more and more treacherous until I finally ran out: I was forced to climb down toward the rocky area to keep hiking. By this time I had sweat dripping in buckets down my face and back and it was starting to burn my eyes. I took my T-shirt off and wiped my face with it. I continued the hike bare-chested but it wasn't long after that I had to acknowledge I was running out of steam: time for a jump in the cool water and a short rest. I climbed over a few large boulders, T-shirt in hand and standing on top of one, I could see a nice little sandy area on the edge of the river. Some even larger boulders covered part of it and I'm sure provided some shade. Perfect! A quick swim followed by a short rest and a protein bar. I'd brought a towel and a pair of swimming trunks along just for that. Again, just me and nature. Even the sounds from swimmers and other hikers were long gone. I trekked my way down there, not at all expecting what I found: Lying close to one of the boulders, but still away from the shade, was a naked man! Now I'd always considered myself as straight as the next guy, but I have to admit I often felt envious of some of the guys in the locker room at my gym. Particularly the ones who had the kind of build I found desirable. I'm very fit, 5’8”, 165, tanned muscular build and have no complaints about my facial features. I get my share of compliments from the ladies and am considered a very handsome guy; "macho handsome" is my favorite compliment yet. Still I found myself checking out the competition, sometimes looking a little longer than necessary. I remember on one occasion going home with these visions in my head: Firm chests, round tight butts, and of course, you always notice when a guy is "bigger" than you, like the young kid who showed up one time and walked into the shower. ALL the guys noticed, one even cracked up and commented on it, "Dang, buddy! What do you feed that thing?" he said, and we all had a good laugh. He couldn't have been more than 24, a short guy, about 5’6” but with a good build and a dick that was at least 6 inches limp! I wondered if the other guys were also curious to see what it looked like hard. Sometimes these thoughts came up when I was being intimate with the wife, and, strangely enough, I'd get turned on. I could actually feel myself getting harder, and I'd climax with a passion. But back to my hike. So here was this guy, and here I was feeling that strange envy again. I always wanted to be bigger, and he was big. He must have been about 32 years old, 6-2, 195 pounds and solid. You could see a belly but it was tight; huge biceps, fuzzy white chest, short cropped hair and very handsome. I realized then that I had often looked a little longer than I had to at that gym and that I noticed all this about him in two seconds. If my shock was great, his was greater. When he heard me approach, he sat straight up and turned around, probably expecting to see a wild animal. His reaction was almost comical: open mouth, wide eyes; he looked scared to death. When he realized it was another guy he turned beet-red and rushed to get up. “I...I didn't think anyone was around here…I'm so sorry, guy." And he stumbled to his feet, rushing to find his own backpack. I almost had to chuckle. He rushed to his bag and bent over to reach for it. Two gorgeous, round, firm, manly mounds met my face. Sand was pressed up against them, and I felt both eroticism and humor rising up inside me. I had the strongest urge to brush the sand off his ass. "Whoa! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought. "Not only are you a guy, but this guy will kick your ass from here back to the start of the trail!" He grabbed his bag and tried to find something to put on. In the rush, he kept dropping it. The sand was very hot and he was skipping around and making sounds each time, his dick bouncing up and down. It was too much. “ey, man, relax," I said. "So you're naked. Who cares? We're both guys." “Man, I am so sorry, buddy," as he kept struggling to unzip his bag. "I really didn't expect anyone to be out this far, and well… skinny dipping just kinda' sounded cool. I'm not a pervert or anything." Now I started laughing, "Man, you worry too much. My buddies and I used to go skinny dipping all the time when we were kids." “Really?" "Yeah. We kept it up until we started growing hair down there. Some unspoken rule said we had to wear shorts then. Besides, some of us started to get hard-ons by then." I laughed again and saw him blush. Was this big he-man actually shy? The zipper on his bag was stuck, he was still struggling with it as I dropped my backpack and took off my hiking boots. "Don't worry about it man," I said. "Tell you what…" and with that, I let my hiking shorts drop and slipped off my briefs. I stood there, in front of him, buck-naked. He stopped and stared with a big stupid look on his face. I laughed and ran into the water. "Damn that feels good!" I said. He dropped his bag, still staring at me, floating on my back in the water, my own privates bobbing up out of it. He stared straight at me saying nothing, standing perfectly still. It was then that I noticed what a handsome guy he was. He didn't just have the build I wanted, he was a damn lady-killer looks-wise as well. "What are you doing buddy?" I thought again, "he's just a guy, damn it!" and the thoughts went away. "You gonna stand there or you gonna jump in?" I yelled. He woke up at this and smiled. "I think I'll wait a little," he said. He picked his bag back up and took it with him, back to his spot. Somehow he managed to get it unzipped, but he didn't put anything on. I walked out of the water and back towards him. The cold water always seems to make my muscles tighten; they also glimmer more in the sun. All is good until you get to my privates: it seems they always shrink to about 50% of their natural size! I noticed when I walked out that his face quickly went straight for my crotch. It was just a quick glance, but I caught it. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off my hair, standing there in all my glory. "Name's Andrew," I said, and stuck my right hand out. "Ummm...Bret. Nice to meet you." I noticed again that when he reached for my hand, his eyes quickly dropped to my crotch. Second time. I still didn't think too much of it: after all, how many times had I done it? Just a straight guy checking out the competition. We all do it. I've caught other guys checking me out as well when I shower, straight guys, some with wives. Dick size seems to matter to us men much more than it does to our ladies. We started small chitchat. He was a bouncer at a strip joint. That explained the build. This guy was built to kick anybody's ass out of a bar. I told him what I did for work, that I was married and that I had two girls. He wasn't married but he had a live-in girl friend and they were engaged; they also had a little girl. He reached into his now unzipped bag and took out a wallet. He showed me a picture of his girl friend: knockout gorgeous. "She's half Puerto Rican,” he said. He then showed me his little girl: fair skin, dark hair; cute little thing. "Congratulations," I said, "you're a lucky guy. Hey, I have some protein bars in my bag, can I share one with you?" I turned and reached for my backpack. When I turned around again I noticed his point of vision was pointed to a certain spot. He had checked out my ass when I bent down to get my backpack. I turned now and tossed him a bar. "Thanks," he said. I placed my towel on the big rock next to me and leaned my back against it; I was facing him, the sun hitting my naked body. "Man that sun feels good. No wonder you chose this spot to lay naked on. It's perfect." He smiled and nodded in agreement. We became quiet and just worked on our protein bars. I'd put my sunglasses on and pretended to have my eyes closed, just enjoying the sun, but I was peeking. He ate his bar quietly, his ass in the sand, leaning forward, his white, manly legs bent at the knees and again, the glance…straight to my crotch. He lingered much longer now, thinking I had my eyes closed. I saw him stare, reach between his legs and scratch his pubes, then give a quick pull to his dick. He shut his eyes tightly and jerked his head quickly from side to side as if saying, "snap out of it!" He was thinking the same things I was: I was certain now that he shared my curiosities. I noticed him try not to think about it when he started talking, "So you come here often?" he asked. What a question! So typical. I almost started laughing. "Not really," I said, "this is my first time." I put emphasis on the last two words. "Oh," he said, and another glance to my crotch. My cue. I brushed my chest: why? Maybe I had a small itch, maybe I was wiping off sweat; maybe I was pretending to rub sun tan lotion. He stared the whole time and I dropped my hand down to my flat stomach before dropping it again. He sighed! I decided to throw all caution to the wind, but slowly. I reached for my crotch and also scratched my pubes, and then I scratched my balls. He was staring the whole time. His dick was starting to harden; he closed his legs together, trying to hide it. I grabbed my own dick and gave it a couple of quick tugs. He couldn't hold it anymore. I could see it between his legs: he was rock hard. I closed my eyes and took my sunglasses off. Without looking at him, I started fondling my manhood, lifting my balls, cupping them, rubbing my now hard cock. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was staring straight at me, mouth partly open, a stupid look on his handsome face; he was already jerking. I smiled. "Great place for some relief, isn't it?" I said. "Yeah." He seemed embarrassed that I spoke, as if breaking some sort of spell. "Why don't you come closer?" I asked, and he obeyed. I knew it was now or never. I'd never touched another man's dick, but what a man to do it with for the first time! With him standing next to me, holding his balls with one hand and pinching a tit with the other, I reached over and grabbed his cock. It had softened some: a reaction to his shyness. I gave it a squeeze and felt it engorge again. He closed his eyes while lifting his face toward the sun. A faint moan came out of his mouth. "Dude," he said, "I've never done this before." I believed him. “Neither have I." He opened his eyes with suddenness and looked at me with much surprise. "Really?!" he asked. "Really." For a second he stared at me in wonder. Then, as if having read that I'd told him the truth, I saw this glorious man drop to his knees on the sand before me. I felt his large, manly hands cup my buttocks and pull me toward him. And for the first time in my life, I felt the warmth and wetness of another man’s mouth engulfing my hard cock. It was the most AMAZING thing I'd ever felt. If I was in ecstasy when I lost my virginity to a girl at 16, I had just reached nirvana inside this man's mouth. One would never know that it was his first time. He swallowed my head and encircled it with his tongue, then dove deeper for the rest. He pulled out just long enough to say, "It's so big!" and swallowed it right back in. I felt the pressure building up and knew I would reach climax quickly. "Buddy, I'm so close…!" I warned, and received no more than a moan of encouragement. "Unh hunh…" I didn't hold back: I felt my seed shooting out of my cock and into his hot manly mouth. I was sure he'd stop and pull away and spit, but to my surprise, he kept on sucking. With eyes closed, I saw him swallow it all. I reached the point of sensitivity and slowly pulled away. He opened his eyes. "I've always wanted to do that," he said, almost in a whisper. “And I've always wanted to have that done. Thank you. I had no idea how wonderful it was." I extended my hand and helped him to his feet. "Will you…hold me?" he asked, hesitantly, as if it was too much to ask. How could I refuse this to the man who had just brought me such pleasure? I took his shoulder and pulled him toward me. I held him tightly and felt him shake. I felt moved. I caressed his back and kissed his neck and heard him whisper again, in a yet lower tone, "I've always, always wanted to do this." And he leaned his head on my shoulder. I moved my hand lower and caressed his buttocks. I felt his hard excitement again pressing near my belly. I reached down and took it in my hand. Without a word, I turned him around, and pressed myself against his buttocks. With one hand I fondled this bouncer's fuzzy chest and with the other I worked on his manhood. It wasn't long before I felt his hot semen dripping down my hand and his hard moans telling me what pleasure he'd just experienced. I kissed his neck again and turned him over. "Next time I'll be the one kneeling, buddy," I said. We spent a good hour or more there: lying around naked, swimming, holding and kissing each other on the sand. We drove into town afterwards and shared an early dinner and drink. We told each other we'd stay in touch, but we both knew that wouldn't happen. This was to be a day in a million. comments to: bimasculinetop@yahoo.com