Gay Erotic Stories

I love my job. I’m a gym instructor at a small college. Every working day I put a group of athletes, swimmers and football jocks through their paces. They’re usually training for an upcoming meet and I supervise tailored programs for them to build strength, agility, and speed. I work out myself, because I have to keep up with my students and walk the talk. At 28, I’m only just a handful of years older than a lot of them, so I’ve got no excuse for slacking off. Five years in a gym and I gotta’ say, I don’t look too bad, but I don’t like to boast. Well, okay, maybe just a bit.

I also love my job because I get to work out with some of the hottest guys around. Some of these guys are really built and I get to discreetly check ‘em all out up close. They mostly know I’m gay but it doesn’t worry them much – they make the odd crack, some of them like to flirt a bit, but I know they’re nearly always straight as a dye, so I don’t take it seriously. One rule I have is that I never go near the showers or locker room if I can possibly avoid it. I don’t need that kind of temptation, and nor do I want to get a reputation. As a gay guy in my kind of job, you got play it real straight with things like this. And it’s very important to have and maintain their respect.

One of the hottest and most flirtatious guys in my charge was Gabe. Not tall, but beautifully built – a real natural build with broad shoulders tapering to a thin waist, and very well muscled thighs, butt and legs. And boy did he like to show it off--always the tight, crotch-hugging bicycle shorts, the loose singlet. Gabe would flaunt himself shamelessly with a broad cheeky grin and flashing white teeth. He was not one of the top swimmers in the team because he never really devoted himself to training, but he spent a lot of time in the gym, mostly mucking around and giving me a hard time, in more ways than one. When spotting him on the bench press, he loved to tease me about the view he could get up my shorts. “Am I giving you a boner, sir?” he’d ask with lewd smile. I enjoyed the flirting but didn’t take it seriously because basically I knew he was straight – this was just part of the terrain of working with horny and curious guys. “No Gabe, I’d reply, “The only thing you’d give me is a bad case of pubic lice”. He’d roar with laughter and then ask me whether I took it up the arse.

One day Gabe appeared at my door, dripping wet, wearing a towel. He was obviously just out of the shower, and he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he was ashen faced and looked worried. “What is it now Gabe? Need a hand towelling off?”

“No. It was just…I found a lump. It’s…um…here” he mumbled, pointing to his groin.”

“Well shit, Gabe, you need go and see a doctor.” I was not too concerned as it could of meant a number of things, but I could tell he was real worried.

“Could you take a look at it for me first?” he asked. All his bravado had disappeared and he obviously needed some reassurance. Yet alarms bells were ringing for me. I couldn’t think of anything nicer than to have a little intimate inspection of Gabe, but it put me in a compromising position. “I’d rather you see a doctor, Gabe. I’m no medical expert.”

He tried to smile. “It could be nothing, you know, and I just though that maybe you could tell.”

Mmm. My mind raced with possibilities, both pleasurable and discomforting. “Okay” I replied with some hesitation opening the door “Come through and lie up there on the massage table”. Gabe did as he was told, and hoisted himself up on to the table.

“Where’s this lump? I asked.

“Down there…sort of behind my balls.” He pulled his towel away to display what I always suspected – a broad, thick cock with a big circumcised head. What a sight! I drew my breath in and tried to fake nonchalance. Ignoring me, Gabe was busy locating a spot in his groin in that tender place behind his balls. I didn’t quite believe what I next needed to ask him.

“Okay, you’re going to have to lie back on the table and put your legs back in the air” I almost had to stifle a laugh, even though the situation hardly warranted it. Gabe obediently laid down and pulled his legs back, providing me with a panoramic view of his groin, arse, and balls – with his cock lolling idly on his stomach in the background. Again, I had to draw in some breath to compose myself as I took in this view. One of my very favourite scenes – the one you get just as you’re about to enter a guy and fuck him senseless. And here was Gabe, the raunchiest guy in the gym, giving up all his secrets to me!

I went to work as diligently as I could under the circumstances. The lump was quite noticeable, nesting in a line of fine downy hair running into his butt. It looked more like a pimple than anything else. I got out a magnifying glass from the desk and inspected it at close quarters, cupping his balls with my hand to keep them out of the way. I made a few snide jokes to try and relax him, which was pointless as he was obviously very tense and vulnerable. I took my time and after a close inspection, I was able to give my diagnosis.

“It’s just a tick. Let me get the tweezers and I’ll have it out in no time.”

“Are you sure?” asked Gabe.

“Quite sure. What have you been up to anyway getting a tick up there? Have you been fucking around in the great outdoors?”

Gabe laughed but didn’t give anything much away. “Went hiking last weekend – no sex,” he explained for the record. He still seemed a bit nervous. I yanked the tick out. Gabe tensed and then emitted a short pained cry. I gently bathed the tiny wound with a little dab of massage oil. Whew, done! “You can get up now, soldier boy”

He sat up on the massage table and gave me an embarrassed grin. “I don’t think it’s over yet, I think I’ve got another one in my pubes.”

Oh great! This was beginning to be a real treat. Now there I was, working my way through his pubes at very close quarters, inches from his cock, which bobbed around on top of his beautiful globed balls. So close he would have felt my warm breath upon it. It would only have to make the smallest of moves to just slip it into my mouth. I longed to feel it inside my mouth, to sense it swelling to my irresistible technique. I had to force myself back to the task. Forget it. Concentrate!

I found a second and third tick – tiny ones, in his pubes. It took me about ten minutes while Gabe sat patiently on the table. Occasionally my hand brushed past his cock and at one point, I had to hold it for a few seconds to get a closer inspection of his pubes. I felt it shift slightly and expand just a little – nothing more than just involuntary reactions. I slapped him on the thigh. “Okay, surgery over. You’ll live.” All very professional, very casual, I thought. “Now nick off and let me get some work done.”

Gabe was now beginning to regain his sense of humour. “So did you enjoy the inspection, sir? Get yourself a boner yet?”

In fact, I had, and I was hoping he couldn’t notice that my shorts now had a massive bulge that threatened to escape at short notice. I didn’t reply, keeping my back to him for a minute while I washed the tweezers, hoping that my huge erection would subside. “I’m afraid it’s still not over yet”, said Gabe. “I think I’ve got another one on my dick.” He added after a pause. “It’s your lucky day sir!” with his characteristically taunting, teasing voice.

Oh, shit, I thought. What’s this guy’s game? As I had already thoroughly inspected his cock at close quarters (I couldn’t keep my eyes off it.) I felt sure I would have seen another tick. I paused a little longer with my back turned, trying to fashion a response that sounded casual, while still needing a cold spoon for my dick that was now throbbing harder than ever. This guy was really doing my head in.

“You can fix that one up yourself,” I said, coolly, keeping my back to him.

“C’mon sir” he shot back, “Just this last one. I can’t do it myself.” He paused. “It needs a professional touch,” he added, with an emphasis that sounded particularly suggestive. It’s a rare moment that I find myself short of words. This was one of them. I stood there cleaning these stupid fucking tweezers, poised between hot sex, on the one hand, and a very bad career move, on the other. Or was it all in my head? Was this just a poor dude with some ticks in his groin after a hiking trip? So what if he has a cheeky turn of phrase? Don’t they all?

After what seemed like an eternity, probably only a couple of seconds, my professionalism kicked in. I started barking instructions to myself: Get your shit together, finish this off, and get this guy out of here, and for Christ sakes get rid of your hard on! “Okay, okay,” I said finally turning around, and after practically rubbing the silver off the tweezers, “Let’s get this over with.” But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw next. As I said earlier, Gabe’s cock was not long, but it seemed quite thick. I take it all back. It was now both long and thick – a magnificent piece of meat – which he stroked casually, with a lewd half smile, and eyes that laid out a challenge.

“Bet you never seen one as big as this.”

I’m not normally into size – it’s that old saying about what you do with it that counts. But his cock took my breath away. If it was beautiful when flaccid, what words could I now find to describe his erection? But I had decided that I was going to play this cool. This guy was a tease, and I hated to lose control.

“Not bad,” I said, “but I’ve seen plenty like it in my time.” This is pretty laughable as I’m no stud really - I don’t play the scene much and only occasionally have casual sex. “Is that as big as it gets?” I asked in an earnest, sympathetic tone. I deserved an academy award.

For a brief moment, Gabe seemed a little taken aback. Then he laughed. “Eat your heart out, sir. We both know this is a prize-winning dick.” His fist moved provocatively up and down its long shaft and wrapped itself around his big knob. He must have grabbed some massage oil while my back was turned, because it seemed all greased up and his hand slid effortlessly. His impressive biceps and abs flexed into the task. His green eyes bore into me.

He was right – it was a prize-winning dick and I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to shove my cock in his mouth and wipe that stupid grin off his face. I wanted to bring him real close to orgasm and then pull back, leave him hanging. Tease his nipples, wrestle him down and sit on his face. Make him beg for relief. I wanted to fuck him till he squealed.

But none of that was going to happen. This is the real world and as I said, I love my job. I oiled up my hand and grabbed his cock before he even knew what was happening. Three masterful strokes and white hot cum was erupting over his suntanned chest and smooth pecs. His wide full mouth turned into a donut shape as he emitted a long low moan. His thighs convulsed and his shoulders shuddered and then he slumped. He looked deflated. All his cockiness gone. Immobilized.

As I wiped the cum off his chest with his towel, I lightly put my arm around his shoulder. “Hey Gabe, don’t worry, man. Premature ejaculation is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s very common. But I think you should see someone about it.”

I dabbed the towel against his now diminished cock to clean up the rest of the cum that dripped from his dick I fancied I had a rather paternal manner--very casual, very professional.

He began to speak, but nothing much came out. He stood up and wrapped the towel around his waist. Of course, he still looked magnificent, but I knew Gabe wouldn’t be showing up around here again in a hurry. Nor would he be telling any tales out of school.

After he left I sat back in my chair and gazed out the window for a little while. What the fuck was all that all about? I pondered my still very hard cock bulging through my shorts. Any takers? I wondered.

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