Straight Men, Gay Sex

by Maui Male

  They both got dressed. Just throwing pants and a shirt over their outfits. Everybody said goodbye and I heard my wife telling them both thank you and that they would talk to them later. Both of them said anytime they needed help again just give them a call. I looked at all three of them standing there posing for me and wondered what had really happened. I started to ask but my wife cut me off and told me to shut up and never ask any questions about what had happened. You might not want to know. On the other hand, if you do want to know later, we do have pictures.

  I was still sitting in the chair when I realized I still had my tights and leotard on. My crotch was awfully wet and sticky. All in all I was actually feeling good. I wasn't embarrassed sitting there in my outfit in front of my wife and her sisters. In fact it seemed as if they had something to stare at now. I needed a beer so I stood up to go get one. Asking them if they wanted one while I was up. They all said yes and they all made their little lewd comments as I was walking out of the living room. By the time I walked back in with the beer I had a big hard on. Now that really had something to stare at.

  The One-Nighter

  She always blames our arguments on the fact that I drink too much. I always say I drink too much because she's such a bitch. We're both to blame, but the truth is that after ten years of marriage and four kids we just don't seem to get along very well.

  As I pulled out the driveway following our most recent blow-up I knew exactly what I wanted to do. It wasn't being drunk that made me want to, but being drunk was what usually gave me the courage to go out cruising for some hot hunky guy to pick up for a night of free-wheeling, unattached man-to-man sex.

  Living in a college town has made that fairy easy and I've been doing it more and more lately, just as our arguments have become more and more frequent.

  There's an adult movie/bookstore in town and I go there sometimes and pump tokens into the booth in the back, watching two hot and horny men going at it on the screen. Still, it's not the same as being in the middle of it, and I never risk picking up some guy at the bookstore. You never know when an undercover cop might be at a place like that.

  I have better luck at places like the Seven-Eleven, or an all night gas station. I didn't even bother with the bookstore last night, went instead to the Amoco near the Interstate. There was a guy working inside the payment room who looked like he might be just what I needed that night. He wasn't exactly good-looking, but his body looked pretty muscular and the way his jeans bulged out in front I figured he might be pretty well-hung. The name embroidered into his uniform shirt was Derek.

  His reddish brown hair was cut short on the sides, but long on top and pulled back into a tight pony-tail. The problem was that there was there were several customers there, none of them making much of a move toward checking out.

  I stood there for a moment until he asked if I was looking for something and I wanted to blurt out exactly what I wanted. Instead I picked up a pack of Tic-Tacs and took them up to him at the checkout.

  Busy night I said, trying to make conversation and he said nothing. I looked right into his eyes (big and brown and sexy) and tried to read him, but I couldn't. Right then some fat bitch came up behind me and was suddenly ready to pay for her gas and her pop and her package of powder-sugar covered donuts (as if she needed them!) Excuse me she said, in a tone of voice that indicated her displeasure at having to wait any longer.

  Thanks I said to the guy who gave me my change and I turned to leave the station. Damn! I said aloud sitting in my car. Behind that fat donut-eater was a line of four or five other customers and another two were filling up at the pump. A city police car pulled up next to me and I realized I'd better take off before drawing attention.

  I crossed the highway and pulled into the lot of the Motel 8 directly across from the Amoco. From the front window I could see the Amoco lot and see when the cars and customers (and the cop) were gone. At that point I dialed the number I'd already looked up in the phone book, the number of the 24-Hour Interstate Amoco.

  Amoco, this is Derek the voice answered, and I paused a moment to decide exactly what I was going to say. Yeah, hello, anybody there? he said, and I realized he was about to hang up.

  Yeah....um....I was just there.....um and I bought Tic-Tacs and I think maybe ......um ...that you gave me the wrong change back. (Yeah, that was a good idea, making him think I was calling for that reason).

  Tic Tacs are 89 cents plus tax. You gave me a ten and I gave you back $9.06 didn't I? he said, his voice a little defensive.

  Yeah you did, but I think I only gave you a five I said. You gave me too much back. Should I bring it back?

  Fuck no, keep it! he said, I'll put it on my log as an over-ring .

  I'll split it with you I said, Maybe when you get off we could go somewhere for a drink and....well you know.... I whispered into the phone [at least I thought I was whispering] that I'd like to run my hands all over his hard-muscled body and take his big cock up my ass.

  Click! went the phone.

  Damn! I said aloud.

  Struck out huh? I heard a voice behind me and I whirled around to see a motel worker in an overall-type uniform. He was evidently a custodial or maintenance worker of some type.

  You in the habit of eavesdropping on motel patrons? I accused him, and he said I was loud enough that he didn't have to work very hard to overhear my phone proposition. Besides, I know you're not a customer. I watched you drive up ten minutes ago and come in here to use the phone .

  I know that room 217's empty and unlocked. I'll meet you there as soon as I punch out he said, grinning as he told me he'd make me glad the other guy didn't work out.

  What do you say? he said. How much? I asked, and he said Fifty .

  217? I asked, and he nodded. I stopped at the ATM in the lobby and withdrew $60 before walking the one flight of stairs up to room 217. He was right, the door was unlocked and I went right in.

  It had been barely a minute before he knocked on the door and I saw the knob turn. He came in and announced that this particular room wasn't rented out because the lock was broken. That indicated to me that we wouldn't be able to be insured of complete privacy, but one look at him out of his uniform and I didn't give a damn.

  The drab dark blue coveralls had been replaced by a low- cut tank top and a pair of tattered cut-offs, giving me a good look at what turns me on as much as muscle and a big dick. This guy's well-built chest was liberally (hell it was like a fucking rug!) coated with thick dark hair.

  Arms, shoulders, even spilling over onto his broad back this guy was coated. Oh shi-i-it! I said, and he grinned at me.

  He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started to inch it up, showing me that his belly was as hairy as the rest of him.

  Oh let me I begged, grabbing the roll of material from him and running my hand up under his shirt to revel in the feel of his rugged, thick fur. Oh yeah I moaned, delighting in the feel of it against my hands.

  I took my time, enjoying my exploration of his furry front. He raised his arms to allow me to remove the shirt completely and I dove into the furry muff of one of his arm-pits, damp and sweaty and sort of ripe-smelling from the fact that he'd just come off a full shift of work.

  I tugged on the dark hairs with my lips, heard him make a soft moan to indicate that I wasn't the only one who was digging this. I placed my hand on his one hairy peck and felt a nipple against my finger. Pinching it lightly at first, and then harder I felt it react to the attention by getting bigger and harder. I reluctantly pulled my face from his arm-pit and put it right on the hard nipple, flicking my tongue against it and feeling the coarse hairs of his chest tickling my face, my nose and my chin.

  I moved to the other side of his chest, giving equal attention to the tit on the other side, then returned to the first one. Oh yeah, suck my tit, bite it! he urged me on, and I got rougher as I chewed his erect nip.

  All the while I ran my hands up and down his hair-coated muscular arms and shoulders, rea
ching around and discovering that his back (though not nearly so densely blanketed as his front) had a considerable amount of hair on it too, especially down at the bottom of the back. I could just imagine how hairy his butt must be, if the rest of him was any indication and I decided to find out.

  I traced my tongue down from the center of his chest to his furry navel and paused a moment to dip my tongue into the indentation there before moving on toward his crotch.

  The cut-offs bulged out in front and I pressed my mouth to the outer surface of it. I ran my mouth over the worn denim and worked the snap and zipper with fingers, which shook in anticipation. Yanking the cut-offs down to his knees I saw the hefty bulge of his cock contained (barely) within a soiled jock that looked like it had to be ten years old (and probably washed less than ten times).

  Spilling out every opening around the elastic stretchy elastic material of the jock was more of the thick dark hair that coated his upper body. I tongued over the pouch of the jock and felt his already stiff dick get bigger and harder due to my mouth action. The aroma was incredible! A little strong---all man-- and sexy as hell.

  He was shorter (but more muscular) than me, so I figured he would be hung similar to me. As I dipped into the pouch of the jock though to release his cock I was pleasantly surprised at the size of his meat, considerably larger than my own 7 inches.

  Go on man suck it! he ordered me, and I lunged down on the thick meaty head without even getting the jock all the way off. Once in my mouth his thick shaft got even fatter and stiffer, and I forced myself to relax the muscles way down in my throat to take as much as I could.

  I pulled off for a minute, told him I wanted him naked, and I watched as he stepped out of the cut-offs and yanked off the filthy, rank smelling jock.

  He wrapped both hands around his meaty cock and slapped it against my face, teasing me with it like it was a club against me. I kept lunging forward trying to get at it and he would pull back so that I couldn't have it. Oh you want it bad don't you man? he said, grinning an evil smile at me, one which showed his white teeth in stark contrast to the stubble of thick whisker on his face. He's the type of guy who probably has five o'clock shadow by noon, and by this time of the evening it was really apparent.

  I reached out with both hands and grabbed his butt from behind, proud of myself for catching him off guard and then I gobbled down on the big cock. I squeezed his hair-covered buns with both hands, amazed at just how furry his ass was. I could hardly wait to get my face buried way up that hairy crack, but for now the object of my attention was the thick meat that choked my throat. I drooled and slobbered and worked him with the muscles that felt half-way down to my belly and I realized that he was into this as much as I was.

  He started fucking my face aggressively, slamming the full shaft into me so that my nose was tickled by the thick pubic bush that surrounded his cock.

  I alternated my hands between his hairy legs, his incredibly hairy butt, his muscular chest and belly, his beefy well-coated thighs and that sexy patch of hair on his lower back.

  I slid my fingers up and down the slit between his twin hairy globs and couldn't get over just how hairy he was. He was sweating like crazy and I could feel the hairs in his butt-crack getting wetter and wetter.

  I could tell from the way his balls were drawing up close to his body that he was about to come into my face, and I decided to make my move to trigger him. I inched my middle finger down a bit into the crack of his ass and found my target, a tight muscled hole that barely resisted my probing.

  The effect was almost instantaneous as I felt him explode into me, shooting his load directly down my throat into my belly. I swallowed furiously, anxious not to lose a drop. I kept swallowing until he was completely drain, not a bit left for me to get.

  Wow! he said, a look of spent contentment on his face. This time it was my turn to grin, smug in the feeling that he was as turned on by this as I was.

  You're like a fucking vacuum cleaner man he said, and I answered with And you're like a fucking bear with all this sexy hair! . I reached out and ran my hand across his densely haired belly, leaning up to lap up a final oozing drop of cum from his cock head. I pressed my tongue up into the piss-slit of his cock, and he started to get stiff again right away.

  I want you to fuck my ass man, but first I've got to eat yours! I told him. Hell, I figured if I was giving him $50 for this I ought to be able to call the shots.

  Oh yeah that sounds good, but let's get you naked first! he said, and he started working on my shirt and pants to remove them for me. He peeled my shirt off and put his face to my chest, flicking his tongue against one of my nipples and bringing it to instant erection. I think it was the feel of his sandpaper-rough face as much as the tongue that excited me.

  He left my chest and leaned up to press his mouth against mine, and we kissed deep and hard for some time, taking turns inserting and sucking in the other one's tongue.

  Room #217 may have been unable to be rented out due to the broken lock on the door, but it still had a bed and everything else that the other rooms had. We eventually settled back onto the big king-sized bed where we continued kissing and licking and groping one another.

  The feel of his coarse body-coat against my smooth skin was driving me crazy and I couldn't wait any longer to get at his hairy butt. I flipped him over on the bed and gasped at the sight of his back-side. Hell, earlier when I'd been sucking his dick I figured he was pretty well coated, but the actual sight of his ass was almost more than I could handle.

  I'd referred to him earlier as a bear but he was more like a fucking gorilla in terms of his butt coat. I couldn't stop myself from diving right in, pressing my face into the furry chute and shoving my tongue right up into the slit. Every lick, every tongue thrust, every chewing motion of my mouth caused stray hairs to fall out and I kept having to spit out the mouthfuls of the stuff.

  I felt like a cat getting a fur-ball, but I doubt that any feline has ever had so much fun as I did getting a mouthful of fur.

  Eventually my munching and slobbering and tonguing got to him, and he surprised the shit out of me by blurting out that he wanted me to fuck him.

  Up until that night I'd always been on the receiving end of a fuck whenever I was with another guy. I'd honestly never fucked another guy (except if you count face-fucking) and the idea of starting out with an ass as hairy as this one excited the hell out of me.

  He was plenty wet from my saliva, and when I asked if he wanted me to use some kind of lube or oil he insisted that he could handle it with just the moisture I'd already created.

  The instant my raging cock-head touched his furry chute I felt like I was going to explode.....only sheer force of will prevented me from shooting my load way too soon.

  Somehow this hairy fur-ball was able to take me quite easily, and I couldn't help but wonder about what cocks had previously stretched his hairy hole in order for him to so easily accommodate my respectable-sized organ.

  Aw yeah man, fuck me! Fuck me hard! he urged me on, and somehow without having to pull myself out I managed to flip him over on the bed so that we lay face to face, his hairy chest and belly directly opposite my smooth body.

  I plunged into him, pulled out and then shoved back in, over and over and over until I just couldn't hold off any longer. Oh fuck man, I'm gonna' cum! I warned him, and he wrapped his hairy legs around my butt and pulled me closer to him, preventing me from withdrawing my spasming dick from his tight hole.

  We both collapsed on the bed, his pulsing ass-hole milking my cock, getting the last drops of oozing goo by squeezing the muscles way inside his hairy ass-hole to drain me completely.

  We lay there for some time while I licked his face and nuzzled his furry arm-pits once more.

  I figured that once we both recovered we would trade places and I would take his cock up my ass. I couldn't imagine that anything could be better.

  Boy was I wrong!

  The door to the room burst open suddenly and I hea
rd a voice bellowing out. You fucking whore! Couldn't you wait for me to get here before you started!?

  Aw c'mon Derek, there's plenty left for you. Just look!

  I glanced over my shoulder at the voice in the doorway of room #217 and saw that it was the guy from the Amoco station across the street.

  Up Me

  Up against the wall with my pants around my ankles as another one of my horny fucker mates ploughs my ass. This is how I like it. Nice and rough with the straight boys just wanting to get off. Feel the way he lines the very tip of his prick, already oozing out precum, with the small pucker that is the entrance to my glory hole. I can't help but let out a small whimper as his 6 cock starts to invade my ass. Bit by bit, inch by inch, little by little, this guy is stretching my wide, opening out my hole to fit in his muscle. Moist and warm, his skin sliding over the folds that make up the ring surrounding my hole. The only noise is the sound of lubed up male meat pushing in further and further.