GAY EROTIC STORY
"Two Hairy Men and a Hot Tub"

Today, I’m starved for some really great sex. Finding the right man? That’s another matter. But it’s Friday and the weekend is ahead. It’s a sweltering afternoon, so when I see a roadside tavern, I figure a beer will go down easy. Soon after I order, a big hunk of a guy enters, looks around, and sits at the next table. He’s built like a logger or lumber-mill worker – a real bear, with thick, hairy forearms and a hefty bulge in his crotch. I’m also looking at his mouth, the way he runs his tongue over those sensuous lips. My cock swells when I imagine him on his knees, naked, his face in my crotch. He gives me the once-over then turns his attention to his newspaper.

When I return to my table after going for a piss, I notice he’s opened the buttons of his shirt. What shows is tantalizing – a nice display of fur on a beefy chest. And when he leans forward to fix his shoelaces, I notice his fleshy nipples. And so, while he’s still bent over, I adjust the crotch of my pants and shift my cock, hoping he’ll read the signal. I see him glance up. A minute later, he reaches inside his shirt and casually grazes his tits with his fingers.

I can’t resist. I mimic his gesture.

He’s watching and his expression shifts to a grin.

That’s all the incentive I need. “Some things invite sharing,” I taunt.

He lifts one eyebrow. “That depends.”

“On ...?”

“On his skills.” He’s checking me out from head to toe. And after a long pause, he adds, “I’m betting you’re a top.”

“With the right man, does it matter?”

“This could be interesting.”

“If that’s an invitation, I’m not about to resist. Your place or mine?”

“I’ve got a hot-tub on my patio. It’s private – and it’s going to be a warm night.”

“And it might get even warmer. But I’d like to clean up first.”

“My shower is fully equipped, and my name’s Stuart.”

I introduce myself. He gives me directions to his home. I offer to pick up some beer, and we pay our tabs and head to our cars.

His place is nicely secluded, off the highway, tucked behind a grove of trees. Stuart comes to the door, wearing only a jockstrap. He looks even bigger without clothes – powerful, hairy legs and wide shoulders. We stand face to face. His sensual lips tempt me, so I put my mouth on his. It’s warm and soft and moist. I cup his jockstrap, feeling the thick, spongy cock and heavy testicles beneath the fabric. Then I brush his stomach, his chest, and tease his nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. His tongue slides into my mouth as I increase the pressure on his lush nubs.

When I finally back off, he grins, “Mmmm. You’re good at that.”

“Just my way thanking you for the invitation.”

When we enter his house, he says, “The bedroom and shower are just down the hall. Help yourself – and thanks for the beer. I’ll put them in the fridge. When you’re ready, I’ll be in the tub at the back. Grab a beer on your way through the kitchen.”

Stuart’s bedroom is made for carnal pleasures. Angled in one corner is his huge bed. The lighting and lush rugs are seductive, but the highlight is a recessed alcove. Its walls and ceiling are mirrors – and a sling hangs from chains. This promises to be a hot night, perhaps a hot weekend, if he feels as raunchy as I do. I shed my clothes and step into the shower, which is as he promised – fully equipped, and after a thorough cleaning, I feel primed. I flip a towel over my shoulder, grab a beer as I walk through the kitchen, and stand in the patio doorway, admiring the scenery and my host. He’s floating on the surface of a sunken tub, his hefty arms on the edge. “Quite a picture,” I proclaim.

“That item hanging between your thighs has got my attention,” Stuart replies.

“Speaking of pleasures, how’s your beer?”

“It’s fine for now. Why don’t you join me?”

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