Gay Erotic Stories

Since he always seemed to be wearing a dress shirt and tie whenever I’d see him, I never got prove my belief that there was a high possibility of hair on his solid looking chest. Man, how many times had we been less than arms length from each other, with me gazing hard like normal, and him choosing to ignore me in that manner.

Then the day came. There we were, after work and in that whole different setting. I was playing Arkanoid as I normally did, content with the knowledge that he would walk on by and not even look in my direction. His footsteps filled my ears; my nose prepared to sniff his cologne. As those things came to pass, I felt his eyes upon me as he passed and it made me sacrifice my turn. Though I thought about it for a few seconds after he had disappeared, I passed it off as a fluke and then advanced to another level of difficulty.

I had my ears wide open for sound and I took an occasional quick glance to one side or the other. By the time I’d advanced to another level, I found myself hoping to see him pass by again. Out of nowhere, things began looking better. Right after the hope passed, reality became my friend. He walked behind me once again, but he stopped after a step or so. I willingly sacrificed the vaus just acquired and turned to lock onto his green-eyed stare. It was then that I realized he was wearing an open collared shirt. I let my eyes wander a bit further and had to fight to keep my mouth closed. There was a thickness of blonde hair gathered at the unbuttoned top of the shirt! I looked back into his eyes, I licked my lips, that fucker smiled and then walked away again.

He was gone for more than five minutes and I had gone back to playing the game and winning. Utilizing the angled screen as a mirror, I got to watch him as he walked up behind me. I stepped forward to let him pass.

“Thank you.” He whispered almost seductively.

“My pleasure.” I replied and then quickly glanced at his ass as he again disappeared. It looked to be nice and firm, made my mouth water like wild. More than my small hands full, since he was a big bear of a man. It was most likely hairy also and I just wanted to find a way to touch it, and the rest of his hairiness. But as the past had shown, he wasn’t interested.

Boy didn’t I just love my luck! When he walked past for the final time, he stopped after one step past me. He made sure I was looking at him when he gazed slowly from my brown eyes down to my zipper, where the gaze stopped. He licked his tongue out, dragged it over his lips and a hand got grip on his goody pouch. I guess the hot, fuel injector like blasts of Adrenaline shooting through must have made me hesitate too long, for when I went to step toward him, he was already walking away.

“Pssst!” I said.

He ceased walking and turned to face me. I raised my brow and smiled as I nodded lightly. His look was one of questioning for many a second, and then he walked toward me and caused an increase in my heart rate. Once he stood before me his eyes again gazed slowly down my trim build and back, and then he nodded and stepped past me. Needless to say, the game became history.

“Let me see that cock!” He said as he reached for my still encased meat. I opened my jeans with one hand and reached for his bulge with the other. He raised his shirt while I caressed that cock, and a surge so forceful blasted through my six-foot standing that it was soon to have me kneeling. Caressing, licking and just loving all of the medium blonde hair my greedy eyes seen on the small area of his belly that was exposed. The move to unleash his hardness was hurried and my mouth was watering as hard and fast.

“Damn! That’s a nice piece of meat!” I exclaimed down at his relatively long and wonderfully thick poker. Made it right difficult to maintain my saliva.

“Right now I like your schlong better.” He said as he lifted my cock and pressed it against my stomach. “Man, how long is that fucker?”

“Nine inches. But that’s not what’s important right now.” I told him, to have his expression change.

“What is?” He asked with a hint of disbelief.

“The fact that I want to suck your stiffer.” I said while staring hard into his alluring eyes. He just smiled wide as I went to my knees.

I wanted to take his eight long by two and then some thickness of dick into my mouth. But since he had shown me a different sample of himself, I had to quell my oral curiosity for the time being. His hand was already there, so I used a finger to help him move it up his torso. He chuckled at the prompt, but did as it instructed, as slowly as it instructed. The further up the shirt went, the wider my eyes became. The more hair I saw the more my responses began to change.

“Oh yeah!” I growled as my fingers got a grip of restraint on his leather footwear.

“Like that hair, do ya?” He asked temptingly.

“You just don’t know.” I said a bit louder as the shirt got to the top of his trim and furry belly. I stared on in hungry anticipation, but to my dismay, he moved the shirt no further. The grunt and slight nod I shared were of no consequence. I thought to stare up into his eyes for an answer, but it was already throbbing like wild and in my hand.

Then it was in my mouth and being licked, lavished, just out and out sucked to the best of my ability. That dick felt so good in my mouth and filled it so well, man! The only way to truly know how it felt was to have been down on it with me. I showed my greed for it unabashedly and knew it. But had every right to do so and he knew it too. For as long as he’d made me wait to finally have him, yes, I had every right to be as greedy as possible about the vascular pole I sucked. He too showed his greed from the wait to feel my adept mouth sliding over his meat. The way he continued to feed that cock to me made me quite happy, yet made me wonder all the more as to why he’d waited so long. Didn’t matter much at that point, now did it?

“Man, you suck that dick good! That’s it now, keep it up! Show me how much you like it! Come on now open that mouth! Open that hot and deep throat so my cock can slide right on down!”

Everything he said I could only do, and enjoyably, mind you. The throating he so desperately wanted my sweet, hot and deep throat supplied in sporadic repetition with an extended throat hold in between. My ears were hot with waiting to hear his next command and my hands followed the need to feel and moved to his ass. Just a slight touch and my mouth ejected his schlong.

There was no need for me to look into his eyes, I already knew the thought his stare carried; what’s this all about? My motto; no tell, show. And that I did by turning him around.

“All you had to do was ask.” He whispered over his shoulder.

“Uh huh.” I grunted back and continued my fascinated examination of his firm and hairy ass. I slid hands over, gripped, pulled at and forcefully caressed the flesh. Just to feel the rush, I dragged my face and tongue over those warm cheeks.

“I just love your fucking hairiness!”

“Do you? How much do you love it?”

“Like a maniac!” I growled.

He turned back to facing me and my face was right back down in his tool box; licking those large and low-hanging hairy man nuts. I was sniffing greedily all over him; squeezing his ass cheeks and grunting when my nostrils became filled with his man scent. His hands served only to drive me. On, harder, further back between his tanned, thick and furry thighs. Oh what a rush to push my face between them and feel the masculine softness of the ample hair that grazed over my skin. He was already gasping from the assault in progress, but when my tongue took a swipe at his perineum he inhaled sharply. Grunted for the second or so that he held his breath, and then he sighed really loud on the exhale. I allotted him a short break to get a fresh breath and then slid my tongue over the space once again. His reaction wasn’t as sharp, but it did relay that my action were more than he was used to. I moved my head back and stared up at his six foot two inch standing, right into the beauty of his eyes. It was then that I knew the time was right to make him apply that necessary roughness and feed me like I needed to be.

“That’s right, hunker on down there and suck my cock!” He began. “You want that cock, don’t ya? Yeah! You sure suck it like you do! You’ve been hoping for that cock, haven’t you? I’ve seen it in those brown eyes of yours most times.” He began to stroke my head. “You were hungry to get me back here, so you could get down on your knees before the hairy man you see three times a week. Sucking my prick while I watch you, tell you to suck it! You like that, when I tell you to suck my cock, don’t you?! I know you do, buddy, so you just keep right on sucking it! Yeah, you’ll make it shoot that load like you want it to.”

It felt good knowing he was aware of not only the lust I’d been harboring, but also the degree to which I’ve wanted to carry it. His every true word made me put forth more effort into my already gainful suck-job, and get tighter grip on his thighs in doing so.

“Yeah, you got it! Get real close to me! Show me you like my hairy body! Rub those hands over it like you were before! Man that felt so good! That’s right, keep it goin’ man, over those calves, up my thighs, yeah! Slide that hand…right between ‘em, uh huh! Oh fuck. get those balls! Play with ‘em, do it easy man! Just roll those fuckers r e a l easy for me! You like my ass too, right? I know you do, so go on and rub it for me! That’s right! You love that hair on those cheeks, don’t ya?”

All I could do was moan and nod in total surrender to his every true word. My ears were burning pleasurably to what he said, and there was only more to come.

“Oh and do you ever know how to touch a man! How to suck a cock to drive a man wild! You suck my cock like you love it, so get on back to sucking it! Suck it fast and suck it for that load ‘cause you know you wanna feel that heat!”

I groaned hard and long at his continuance in filling my ears with the sweetest truths. I slide my hands from his ass, over his body until I found his hands. They were engaged in holding that shirt at the precise point and just to touch it rolled the hairy scenario through my bear-loving mind. Yes his cock was hard and felt great in my mouth. But I really needed to see the rest of the hair that covered his upper torso. So I released his rigidity, stared up into his eyes and couldn’t retain the snicker.

“You wanna see the rest of it, don’t you?”

“I can’t wait one minute more.” I whispered, and then slavered my tongue over his fingers.

“The waiting got you real hot, did it?” He further teased.

“Yes. Seems it did the same for you.” I replied.

Instead of speaking, he eased the shirt all the way to his neck. Paused for a second and then he pulled it over his head. My hands seemed to fly to his chest; fingers clenched hard and crawled slowly over the expanse from his breastbone to his broad shoulders.

“Oh man! I just knew you had a lot of hair on your big chest! It’s so thick and soft, man! I want you to rub it all over my body.”

“If we could be in a bed I’d rub my hairiness from your head to the soles of your feet!” He said with promise. I rose higher on my haunches, locked my fingers in the small of his broad back and began to rub my face over him. With a slow and sheer delight I grazed through all the hair in his tool box and on his stomach.

Within seconds his hands were in my black hair, they got grip on my head and I gave him total control of the situation. Not only did he move my head around, he turned it at many an angle so as to have me feel the rough and masculine softness of his body hair from every one. When face front, I used my moustache and goatee to give him something to shiver and sigh to when I rubbed them hard against his tender and sex-sensitized stomach. When he shivered from my effort, it thrilled me wildly at times.

He roughly moved my head back before his tool box; I eagerly took his meat in and again began to greedily suck it. His hands were steady with my head and they guided it up and down at his chosen velocity. My fingers went to and gently slipped back and forth over his hard but sensitive nipples. He gasped, his chest heaved and his cock seemed to become harder. Every fresh throb told me he was getting closer and I became only more eager. He spouted everything about my actions that I love to hear. He told me how good I was at what I did to him and how hot his cum will feel against my tongue when it blasts forth. I groaned at the thought of it and that seemed to feed his frenzied heat.

“You really want to feel that load, don’t you? I know you want to feel it all in your mouth, so you can swallow it down to your greedy guts, right cocksucker?”

I fell into the thought of how nice it will be, to hear him tell me he’s gonna cum, and immediately after, feeling the heat of his load as it blasts into my mouth. It’ll coat my tongue so good with its hot and sticky whiteness. How sweet and creamy it will feel as my tongue gathers it all up and then sends it along, just as he orders me to. Down my loving throat while it’s still hot, to have my guts bask in the manly warmth. Reality let me know that only my eyes will get the treat, but that held a heat all its own.

“Oh yeah! I’m gonna blow it for you fucker!” he cried.

I backed off and watched with total zeal and fascinated hunger as he stroked that meat. I adored watching his whole-fisted, thumb topside stroke maneuver. The true amazement came when he blasted five or more shots quickly across the room with a grunt accompanying each one. After his spasms subsided, we got ourselves together and locked into a stare.

“You’re wondering what took me so long, aren’t you?” He asked with a slight grin. “Something like that.” I smiled.

“I think you can fully understand my reasoning. You’re an intelligent man who loves to service a man like myself, and you know how we can be, right?” Before I could open my mouth to speak, he pulled me into a kiss so intense that it left me gasping afterward. “See you in the next go around.” He said with a wink and then left me alone.

Yes, I did know what took him so long. It was the built up, pent up lust we felt for each other that made our tryst as hot as it had been. I was certainly no stranger to how those bearded and bear hairy men can be. Mysterious, brooding, and sometimes slightly intimidating, yet oh so inviting at the same time. Warm, friendly and so hot at times it can be almost too much for a bear lover like myself. But I’ve always loved and craved it all. Only time would tell if or when he and I would ever again share such heat again. If it were ever to be a sure thing, I might be willing to save a load especially for him. Imagine that, my very own Bearded Ambition.

GRIFFIN