Author's Note: This is the second gay writing I've ever written and the first I'm choosing to publish. I'd love feedback! You can share to GayTorontoStories@proton.me
Arash rubbed his full dark beard against the end of his hairy forearm as he scoped out the Mediterranean beach before him. He had recently arrived in Italy after escaping Iran last year. He had recently turned thirty. And here he was: someone who had always wanted to swim at the beach. It was a bonus that he probably would get to sneak a few glances at other men throughout the day.
"Nice trunks, mate," a voice said behind him. Arash turned and saw a handsome English man around Arash's age with blonde hair and a hairy chest approaching. His chest hair was dense despite being blonde. And it looked like he was checking Arash out. "I'm Erik," the Englishman said, winking, his eyes tracing Arash's hairy, meaty silhouette before seeming to widen when assessing the bulge of fabric hiding Arash's package between his legs. The Englishman was hard not to stare at. Once you got over the dense forest of hair covering his chest, his hairy forearms and furry muscular legs called out for attention. Not to mention how his stubble perfectly captured the shape of his face as he smiled.
"Arash," Arash answered. "I just got these trunks, but I don't know if I'll be able to swim today." He said -- nervous when facing the sea.
"Need help?" Erik said hopefully.
Before long, they were waist-high in the water, with Erik showing Arash how to do the front crawl. Arash would have probably learned more about the doggy paddle had Erik not kept Arash's attention on his form instead of his form. And they seemed to hit it off right away, learning they liked the same beers and had both been impressed by Rome's gay bars.
"Thanks for keeping me distracted today," Erik said playfully. He didn't add how he had been newly single for a month following a bad break-up. He was rarely as forward with men as with Arash, but hairy bearded men with heft were his type. His ex was a catty gay twink, and while they have their place, the muscle and fat under Arash's ample body hair exuded a sense of security. He could imagine resting his head on the curly bear rug covering Arash's chest or riding those thick thighs while his body took every impact. Meanwhile, Erik dove into a wave to show off before a stronger-than-expected wave knocked his untied swim shorts off his hips, revealing a densely hairy and perfectly shaped ass.
Arash had never been so hard so fast. He turned beet-red and told Erik it was fine. Meanwhile, Erik was not especially embarrassed. "Try what I did," he encouraged, indicating that Arash should stand up and dive into a wave. Arash shook his head, knowing the full mast in his trunks would be evident if he stood up. He tried moving away, but a larger wave knocked him face-first into Erik, his cock impaling the space between his legs -- and, as they struggled to get back up, rubbing against Erik's scrotum.
Arash started to stammer an apology when Erik had had enough and kissed him. Arash froze -- before hungrily kissing Erik's lower lips and rubbing his beard against Erik's face for maximum effect. His hands traced Erik's back, and he instinctively pushed his shaft up against Erik's balls and taint. "God," Erik groaned. Before Arash lifted Erik and walked deeper into the water. When the water got deep enough, he pulled down his shorts to free his cock, which pushed into the fabric, separating his rod from Erik's ass.
Erik submitted to every decision Arash made, wiggling his butt so that Arash's cock tested how strong the fabric covering Erik's hole was. After 3 minutes of grinding as Arash held him, he nibbled on Arash's ear and said, "My room is back there," gesturing to the cabin a little further down the beach where they could be out of sight enough to preserve the concept of modesty.
Arash followed him wordlessly, his heart pounding. Before long, he was back down on Erik's bed as Erik devoured his nipples. Arash had stained his trunks through with pre-cum by this point. He was glad Erik was seemingly on fire for his body. Arash had hidden his attraction to men from those in his life forever, but the confident English otter in front of him and lack of a familiar context meant he did what he never allowed himself to do and followed a man to his bedroom.
Erik, on the other hand, was properly in heat. He was dumped when his ex accepted a job in America and told him he wasn't interested in long-distance. He had been crying himself to sleep and unable to masturbate for weeks.
But his month of latent sexual longing bubbled to the surface. His asshole was vibrating, and a deep feeling in his gut guided him to grind his hips and body into Arash's powerful, comforting mass. Erik's mouth was soon around Arash's cock after he admired it for many long seconds. It was 9 inches long, girthy, and curved upwards. This man was a bottom's dream, Erik thought. My dream. Arash's mast tasted of sea salt, pre-cum, and man sweat. Erik started swallowing his length, and before long, he was on his back while Arash was forcing him to deepthroat, positioning his meat shaft down Erik's gullet. Erik was incredibly turned on when Arash used him like a tool for the pleasure of his penis. Erik was gasping but also clearly showing restraint, so after 6 minutes of throat expansion, he rubbed his face into Arash's hairy chest, inhaling and licking before he grabbed the lube.
"Not yet," Arash growled, rotating Erik so his ass was in Arash's face. Arash had always wanted this and now had the joy of rimming for the first time. And as he gripped the hairy meaty cheeks of Erik's ass, he couldn't think of a better butt to break his rimming virginity on. This ass was better than Levi Michael's for crying out loud.
And what Arash lacked in experience, he made up for in watching porn and personal fantasies. His longue delicately circled Erik's hole, teasing the edge to send jolts of pleasure out of his ass before tongue fucking him. He used his beard to great effect, creating friction with the blonde hairs around Erik's ass. In minutes Erik was pushing his asshole into Arash's mouth as his firm butt muscles flexed and rubbed against his beard. "Fuck I need your cock". He begged, but Arash grinned and made him wait. Finally, Arash paused so he could take a breath.
Erik, needing his hole stuffed, grabbed a condom, looked at Arash, and asked, "Is this okay?". Arash nodded. Before long, a condom was on, and Erik was slowly lowering himself on Arash's throbbing Persian pillar.
Erik slowly sat on top of him, asking for pauses so he could get Arash all the way inside of him.
"Fuck -- fuck -- fuck" Arash said as he felt Erik's warmth envelope his length. He had always wanted to feel this, but life had never given him the chance. Before long, Erik's hips were moving the distance, taking in the entire length. This was what his ass was made for.
"You're so tight," Arash told him, grinning, his confidence building up. Erik sat up as Arash's hips began slamming into him. Quickly adding more lube so his ass could take the width being thrust into him and lubing up his cock. Arash felt a surge of confidence. He instructed Erik on his back and, standing up beside his bed fucked him with the front force of a charging bull. "Take it. Take it," he nearly yelled while Erik moaned in pleasure.
"Get up," Arab ordered, pulling his cock out of Erik. He gently pushed Erik over to the mirror. "Watch me enter you," he growled. He turned Erik sideways so he had to watch Arash's long, girthy cock slide into his perky furry buttocks. Erik moaned, clenching the edge of the dresser by his mirror while Arash began augering his rod into Erik again and again. "You like being a hole for bigger men, don't you?" Arash leaned forward and growled into his ears. "And right now, your hole only exists to make my cock feel good." "Fuck mate -- use me"! Erik gasped in response.
Erik looked at the mirror as Arash filled his hole. He let Arash take control, watching Arash's powerful brown and bearish form having his way with him.
"Now on your stomach," Arash breathed in his ear, clambering on top of him and kissing his neck while he drove his hard throbbing pleasure stake into Erik's hole. Erik angled his hips up, screaming out. "Oh fuck that's the spot. Oh, Jesus."
When Erik wasn't moaning, he was gasping for breath. He was lucky to have a muscular butt as it was absorbing the shock the Persian bull was ramming into his repeatedly.
Arash kissed Erik's mouth from behind, giving Erik shivers as Arash's beard rubbed against his neck and face before their tongues found each other. "Your cock feels so fucking good," Erik gasped into his mouth, feeling Arash's beard break out into a grin against his cheeks.
Soon, Erik was on his back, his legs in Arash's firm grip as he plunged into Erik. Erik's hands continued tracing Arash's chest, his stomach, and the hairy base of his cock. He was so hairy. And his warm heft felt so fucking good.
Arash could only take so much. From what he could tell, Erik had no idea this was his first time fucking, and his full balls were on the verge of hurting while they slapped against his thighs when he stopped trying to hold his orgasm back.
"Good boy," Arash purred. "Want my load?"
"Drain everything into me," Erik gasped. "I need it -- fuck!". Erik at least held back what he was thinking: Are you single? Can I be your cumdump for the entire time we are here?
Arash kept thrusting into him, sweat drenching his ample body hair while he fucked Erik with the force of uncorked repression and horniness. Erik was in seventh heaven, his hole stretched and pulled while Arash's thick penis deeply massaged his prostrate. They both shared tender gazes as their heavy breathing synchronized.
Arash roared as he came, filling the condom. His hips had the strong involuntary jerks of a powerful orgasm. Erik's prostrate was electric by that point, and Erik simultaneously shot his load so hard it landed in Arash's beard as he leaned over Erik, looking into each other's eyes as they came.
Arash repositioned but kept his cock in Erik as they relaxed, allowing it to grow soft before removing the fullest condom Erik had seen in his life. They continued talking, realizing they were living in the same region for now and had four days left at the resort.
"Will I see you again?" Erik asked tentatively.
"You won't stop seeing me," Arash said, growing hard once more and reaching for the lube.