Gay Erotic Stories

I'd been working for Charles Wells Sr. for over a year and really needed a vacation. Oh it didn't matter that I'd been on half a dozen week-long trips with the boss already, trips that didn't require much "work" from me, other than laying on my back and making my horny and hairy ass-hole available to him. My boss is almost as well hung as his son Chip, who just happens to be my brother-in-law. That's how I got the job interview in the first place, by threatening to tell my sister about our sexual escapades if Chip didn't get me in to see his old man. Wells Senior ended up being as turned on by my compact, muscular and very hairy body as his son was, making it pretty easy for me to play the two of them against one another. Each of them thinks he's got my ass and my cock exclusively to himself (the old man's wife is a cold bitch and my sister Connie is pregnant again so she finds having sex difficult). They have no idea I regularly make it down to the loading dock to make it with Big George, this huge black buck with a cock about as long and thick as my arm. Then there's my own social life in the evening that keeps me busy while Chip and Charles and Big George go home from work and pretend to be fine upstanding husbands and fathers. I seldom spend the night alone, unless I want to. I can always find someone to treat me to drinks and dinner in exchange for a night with my hairy body next to them. When Charles Wells Sr. at first balked at the idea of me taking four weeks of vacation (after just a year of working there) I got Chip to work on him. Neither of them has caught on that I'm fucking both of them nearly every day, and I think Charles decided to allow me the vacation time just to keep Chip from getting suspicious, just as Chip was willing to allow me out of the office that long to keep the old man off guard about Chip's bisexual interest. Ironically, each of them tells me they'd much rather fuck me than their wife. I thought about Hawaii, (too commercial) and the Bahamas (too crowded) and the Virgin Islands (to hypo- critical for me to consider staying anywhere with 'virgin" in the name) and ended up deciding on a month-long cruise starting in the Caribbean and on to the Mediterranean before returning. I convinced Chip to kick in half the cost of the cruise (he managed to sneak the money out of petty cash) and got Charles to do likewise. Essentially, that meant my entire trip was being funded by the company while I would also be getting my vacation pay. I know that there are organized trips catering to gays, but I've always looked at it as a challenge to go after supposedly "straight" guys like Chip and his father. It's usually easier to get those types to offer some kind of "incentive" to keep me quiet once they've succumbed to their suppressed sexual urges. And just what is it that makes me so irresistible to guys like this. Hell if I know, although I have my own theory. Put me in a tank top or a pair of revealing swim trunks and plenty of people are totally helpless to resist the appeal of my muscular, extremely hairy frame. Oh sure, lots of people (women mostly) are turned off by my hairiness, but more often than not I can locate some well-to- do businessman who wants nothing more than to run his hands through my dense body-coat. Standing in line to board the ship there was a young couple with a small child of about 6 or so behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the guy could hardly keep his eyes off my hair-coated shoulders and upper back. My choice of a low-cut tank top was no accident that day. I pretended to glance around at the various other travelers, and each time I turned I caught this guy staring at me. He appeared to be in his early thirties, in good shape and a great target for me to pursue. It was later that same day, we were barely out of the port when I decided to go to the upper deck pool. Walking from my private state-room (Charles kicked in that extra expense also) through the various levels of the ship I wore a short half-length Chinese silk robe, but once I reached the top deck where the pool was I stripped it off. It was act that drew immediate notice from several of the others up on the deck. My mother would be really embarrassed by how I looked, but she would also not approve of knowing exactly why I dressed that way. It wasn't exactly a string bikini, but the tiny little strip of material that ran up the crack of my hairy ass did little to make me presentable. The pouch in front bulged out obscenely as well, the result of me trying to stuff a too- big cock into a too-small suit. The overall effect was stunning.....and I knew it! Just as I'd done when Charles first took me to a business weekend on the French Riviera, I mounted the diving board at the pool and did a perfect inward one and one half somersaults. I wonder how many of the people surrounding that pool secretly hoped I'd lose my trunk upon entry. I didn't! I never have to worry about sun-burn. Hell, there's too much hair coating my body as insulation from the sun. I sat down on one of the lounge chairs by the side of the pool and smeared my entire body up with expensive gooey tanning oil. I'd barely settled into my chair with a big tall tropical drink than someone came and sat on the chair next to me. "Be careful honey, stay in the shallow end" said the guy to his small daughter. I had my sunglasses on so he had no idea whether I had my eyes open or not. I cast a sideways glance and recognized the guy who'd been behind me in line to board the ship. He was talking to his daughter but looking straight at me. I did my best to stifle a grin. After a few moments the little girl came over an greeted her father, sitting with him on his chair. She looked at me and then giggled and whispered something to her father. He said something to her and she slipped on a terry- cloth robe over her little-girl swim-suit. In a few moments a ships' staff member came up and asked if he was Mr. Maloney. He replied affirmatively and the crew member said "Then this must be Heather. I'm here to take you to some organized children's activities that your mom and dad signed you up for so that they could have some time alone. Where's is your mommy honey?" the recreation assistant asked. "Oh she's in the room throwing up!" little Heather said nonchalantly, and even I had to laugh at her blunt account of mom's sea-sickness. Once the brat was gone I wondered how long it would take Maloney to make a move. It took even less time than I thought before me casually turned to me and said "Is this your first cruise?" "Yeah" I said, my one-syllable answer insisting that he continue to keep the conversation going. "Yeah us too, I guess my wife will take some time getting her sea-legs" "Uh-huh" I answered. "My daughter's having a great time though. She just came over here and told me that you looked like her teddy bear back home. Isn't that cute?" "I think she's got quite a crush on you" he went on, and I took off my glasses and looked him straight in the eye and said "How about you mister? Looks to me like your daughter's not the only one turned on by my hairy "teddy bear" body. You've been eye-balling me since we boarded the ship this morning. Hey man, if you want to fool around just tell me. I've got a private room on the Catalina deck!" James Maloney and I spent the rest of the afternoon in my cabin where he fucked me while his wife heaved her guts up from sea-sickness. He really got off on the feel of my hairy chest up against his relatively smooth one, the way my butt-hairs tickled his big cock as it rammed in and out of my ass-hole. That evening at dinner his green-faced wife sat between him and his daughter a couple of tables away from me. I caught his attention and dipped my finger into my champagne, then traced that finger over my lips and down the front of my tuxedo. The look on his face told me the guy was throwing a rod and I figured he was good for a couple more good afternoons during the course of the cruise, providing he could ditch his wife for a few hours. As crazy as he was for me that afternoon I had no doubt that he would work things out for us to do a repeat....very soon! The next day it was a pro baseball player from Boston (I won't tell you who it was) and that night I had the ship's bursar in my cabin all night. He was so worried about me blowing the whistle on him that he said he'd figure out some way to refund most of my cruise fee. The stupid shit had no idea that Charles and Chip ought to be getting the refund. Oh well, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, or in the ass as the case was. The ship, like most luxury cruise liners had a fully equipped gym on it. While I've never been too concerned about keeping in shape I've found that a gym is a great place to pick up guys. During my first week of the trip I was sitting in the sauna after a light workout and this other guy came in and sat on the wooden bench across from me in the tiny sweat- box. I saw with my legs spread apart, my big cock dangling down almost to my knees and my entire hairy body drenched in sweat. He didn't say anything at first. Then finally he mumbled something about it being really hot in there. Jesus, what's he expect in a sauna. "Must be even hotter for you, what with that fur coat on" he said, laughing a bit nervously as he waited for my reaction. I said nothing and he finally went on "I've never seen anyone so hairy as you" and I looked up at him and said "Thank you!" I always take comments like his as a compliment. "You know" he went on. "My wife would love to get her hands on you. She thinks a lot of hair on a man's body makes him more manly. Of course we know that's not true is it?" he said, and I just looked at him. "Look" he finally said, "I'm a very wealthy man and I'd love to catch her in the act with another man. I'm sure she has a lover at home. We took this trip to get us back together but it's not working. I'll give you $5000 to seduce my wife and let me walk in on you. I'll conveniently have my camera with me and will snap the two of you in bed. You don't even have to really do anything if you don't want to. What do you say young man?" I just sat there for a moment, pretended to scratch my hairy chest and yanked on a big tuft of hair to see if it would get a reaction from him. I could see his eyes widen but there was no reaction in his limp dick. Maybe impotence was the problem with his marriage, but his eyes told me his straying wife wasn't the only person turned on by hairy men. "Five thousand now and two more after the job's done" I said, and he jumped at the deal. "I'll have her on the Turquoise deck near the lounge at 2:00 this afternoon" he said, and I told him to make it three. I was there a little early, had gotten myself a drink and sat on a lounge chair with my shirt totally open and wearing only the tightest of tight pairs of cut-off shorts to give an open view of my extremely hairy upper legs. Morty, of course, knew that my ass was just as well coated from having seen me in the sauna. His horny wife would just have to imagine. All of a sudden they appeared. Whoa, she was a lot younger than him, probably 15 years younger. I'd guessed him to be 55 or so and she appeared to be in her early forties at the most, and quite good-looking. If I were to be interested in women she might appeal to me. For $5000, I could pretend to be interested in her. I waited for a moment, then strutted up to the bar to get a refill on my drink. The bartender had me sign a slip and I noticed there was an envelope with my name on it under the sheet. I slid that into my back pocket (barely) and headed back to my chair. Making sure I was loud enough with the bartender to attract Mrs. Jacob's attention. From her seat at the corner of the bar her eyes followed me back the whole way to my chair, and I noticed her turn her stool my way while still pretending to talk to Morty. I sat down and purposely arranged my cock in the front of my shorts as guys often do when they sit down. It was entirely for her benefit though, and it certainly did the trick. We looked at one another and I tipped my drink in her direction. She took her finger and ran it along the rim of her glass, dipped it inside and then stuck her red-nailed finger into her mouth, sensuously sucking the liquid off. Then she ran her finger down from her throat to her ample cleavage. I put my drink down and lay back on the chair, locking my hands behind my head to reveal my hairy front to her, letting her see that belly, chest and arm-pits all sort of blended into one mass of fur. The plan was going exactly as orchestrated and the bartender brought a portable phone over to Morty Jacobs. The man spoke for a few moments while his wife ran her long-nailed finger around her large breast, circling it for my benefit and actually rubbing up against the nipple. It was obvious that she wore no bra and the hard bullet like nipple popped against the material of her dress top. I ran a hand over my hairy chest, down across my belly and then back up to my own tit where I tugged at some of the hair that blanketed it. "Honey I'm sorry, I need to go to the business center and make some phone calls back to the states. That idiot Carlisle has fucked up again and I've got to do some disaster recovery. This may take several hours. I'm sorry Barbara, this was supposed to be a fun trip for you". "Oh I understand Mort. I'll be fine, trust me" she said, loud enough for me to hear her. "Go on dear, you mustn't keep your clients waiting. "Mind if I join you....Barbara?" I said, scooting onto the stool that Morty Jacobs had left. "Call me Babs" she said, then got right to the point. "Want to go somewhere and get naked so I can run my hands all over that hairy body of yours". "My cabin partner is in there" I lied, knowing that she would suggest their cabin. "My husband's going to be busy for hours. Let's go!" We were barely in their cabin before she had my clothes off, running her red-polished nails through the dense thicket that thoroughly coats me. This was one hot and horny woman, and I couldn't believe how she took over the situation. "C'mon honey. I'll bet someone as hairy as you fucks like a real animal. I'm sure your better than that kid down the street from us who mows our lawn, probably better than his father too! Show me!" Laying there on the bed her huge breasts pressed against my hairy chest and she went on and on about how she dug my furry coating. We did it for about an hour and I began to wonder exactly when Mort was going to "catch us". "Ever fuck a woman's ass-hole?" she asked me, and I told her honestly that I never had. Of course I couldn't begin to tell her how many male butts I'd buggered. "Oooh you're gonna' love it honey. It's nice an tight in there" and she rolled herself over on the bed and got up on all fours. I didn't even get a chance to find out how tight it would be because the door to the cabin flew open (Jesus, it's about time Morty) and he shouted "What the hell's going on here? Barbara, I'm gone for an hour and you can't go without finding some hairy young stud to fill your slimy well-fucked cunt!" "Well, I'm going to teach this one a lesson. Let's see how you like a cock up your ass-hole you hairy ape!" Mort said, yanking his pants down and positioning a suddenly enormous hard-on right at the opening of my hairy chute. "Ow, ouch, oh it hurts! You're too big!" I said to him, and I wasn't lying. Somehow the difference between him in the sauna and now was like a different man. Perhaps it was just the fantasy involved with catching me with his wife that allowed him to develop and maintain an erection. Certainly he wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever taken up my ass, but I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised by how violently he fucked my ass. "Oh Mortimer, I was wrong!" Babs said, adding that he was more of a man than any hairy young stud she'd ever made it with. "All right, get the hell out of here! And don't ever let me catch you looking at my wife again!" Mort said. "Here!" he said, throwing my tiny shorts and my shirt out into the hallway. On the top of the heap was another envelope, and to my delight this one had another ten $500 bills just as the earlier one had. What a bonus!" Midway through the next week of the cruise I got a note from the office of the ship's captain inviting me to join him at his table for breakfast the next day. I'd already noticed that a different couple appeared at his table every evening but the dress for dinner was pretty formal. The note specifically indicated that breakfast attire was casual. And casual I was. I slipped on a pair of loose- fitting nylon shorts (with nothing underneath) and a filmy gauze-like white shirt open to the waist to display the full glory of my ruggedly hairy body. It was the captain, his niece, another older couple and me at the breakfast table, and I think the other couple was really scandalized by how I was dressed. They ate quickly and excused themselves under the pretense of being in a shuffleboard tournament which started early. Captain McCabe's niece Amanda mentioned half a dozen times that she'd recently competed high school and that this cruise was a combination graduation and eighteenth birthday present. It was almost as if she was emphasizing to me that she was of legal age just in case I was interested in inviting her to my cabin to introduce her to the joys of womanhood. "Amanda dear, aren't you supposed to be at rehearsal this morning. She's performing in the talent show this evening" McCabe said to me. "Oh uncle Howard, I think I can wing it" she began to argue, but he insisted that it would look bad if the niece of the captain got special consideration. "Please dear, do it for me?" he pleaded, and she reluctantly left the table. By the end of our breakfast I had a pretty good idea why he'd invited me to his table and why he was so anxious to get rid of his niece. I waited though for him to make the first move. "Damn, I thought she'd never leave!" he said, and I agreed that she was a bit annoying. "She gets it from my sister- in-law the captain explained. "I'll bet you're wondering why I asked you to share breakfast with me instead of dinner" he said, and I beat him to the punch. "Nah, I figure it was because you'd prefer to see me in a shirt open to the waist instead of a tuxedo. I think you'd just as soon invited me to your cabin for break- fast but didn't know what I'd say. Am I right?" "By god you are an arrogant young son-of-a-bitch!" he said, and I interrupted him with "Yeah but I'm a hot-as- hell, sexy and hairy arrogant son-of-a-bitch! What'll it be Captain, your cabin or mine?" He told his first officer to take command for the rest of the day. "I'm busy!" he barked into the intercom. I've been with men who dig hairy guys before but Captain McCabe was about the wildest. Over the next 12 hours he managed to explore every hair on my humpy body with his hands, his tongue and his big hard cock. He had to leave for a while to have dinner with some political big-wig at the captain's table that evening, but he returned to me as soon as possible and we fucked the night away as we had during the day. It wasn't until the final day of the cruise that I spoke with the captain about my idea that would allow me to extend my vacation permanently. "Look Rick, I know exactly what you are and what an asset you'd be on the staff here. To tell you the truth, the line is in trouble and having someone like you on board would be a great idea. There's plenty of men like Mortimer Jacobs who would pay you to act out fantasies". "Huh? How'd you find out about that?" I asked, and he explained that Jacobs was his brother-in-law. He and Babs were Amanda's parents, he added. "I was afraid that girl was going to go after you like her slutty mother did. We don't list my services as one of the special amenities of the cruise ship, but hardly a day goes by that I don't get a large tip from some guy who's hot for my hairy body and my big hard cock. The captain, of course, gets his for free ....in return for my exorbitant salary. Charles Wells hit the roof when I told him I was quitting, threatened to revoke the trust fund program he'd already paid up for me. I suggested that it would be unwise for him to do that. "I might hhave to tell your wife and so about our activities during this past year" I added. When the company auditor sicked Chip on me to repay my expense account items I told Chip he'd have to cover it somehow, unless he wanted my sister to know about the two of us. There's a new guy on the ship, just started this past month. His name is Bruno and he's a masseur who recently retired from 40 years of being an athletic trainer in a college. The man's incredible! He's a great-grandfather in his 60's with the body of a man half his age. Besides having a cock that's a full foot long, Bruno has the distinction of being even hairier than me. No shit, the man is completely covered from head to toe, front and back with thick, coarse dark hair. After one look at him I began to realize how guys feel when they see me without (or with) a shirt on. Both of us do most of our work during the day. I average ten to twelve tricks a week but most of my "clients" spend the night with their wife. That's generally when I escape to spend a few glorious hair-filled, cock sucking and butt-fucking hours with Bruno in his cabin -- a cabin just down the hallway from the captain's. It's a great life, even better than when I was being kept by Charles and Chip Wells. What I have with Bruno is better than anything I could imagine, and one day soon we'll probably get off the ship at some port and just never come back. Better make your cruise plans fast before we retire and it's too late to get me and my hairy, horse-dicked lover.