Gay Erotic Stories

"Ugh!" I grunted with exhaustion as I completed my last bench press rep, my chest muscles aching from the workout, not to mention the rest of my body. I was sweating quite profusely, my skin glistening, and had only been wearing a very tight fitting white tank top and an even tighter jockstrap, cupping my cock and balls comfortably - the Facility's gym, which was now unoccupied save for myself, had a very loose dress code-- one of the perks of my job.

After standing up from the weight bench, I stuck my hand into my jock to reposition my balls, which were now quite moist and slippery due to my lubricating sweat. There was also a musky scent emanating from my wet testes, a scent that I myself quite enjoyed. While I was still tugging on my nuts, the face of Miss Moxie appeared on the giant flat screen monitor built into one of the walls in the gym, staring ominously at me. Having a giant screen in the wall wasn't uncommon in the Facility: the screens make it easier to communicate. At least, that's Miss Moxie's explanation of why they're there. I think it's because she likes having her face enlarged and plastered on any wall she wants. And at this moment, Miss Moxie's enlarged face did not look happy.

"Buff! Where the hell have you been?! I wanted you in my office twenty minutes ago!" Her voice echoed through the gym, and I winced at the sound. Miss Moxie was the CEO of the Facility. My boss, if you will--the one who signed my checks. She was also a transsexual. Her face was heavily decorated in make-up: large streaks of eye shadow, penciled eyebrows, and bright red lipstick. But the make-up somehow made her look classy. She ran the Facility with an iron fist, and had the attitude to match. She glanced at my near naked body, her eyes lingering on my bulge, and said, "Damn! I bet you'd walk around like that all the time if you could."

Grinning, I slowly removed my hand from my pouch, and brought my fingers to my nose. I took a quick whiff of my own man-scent before replying, "You know me all too well, Moxie." Despite Miss Moxie's brashness, we got along quite well - I consider myself to be her best employee. We've never fucked though. Miss Moxie is a believer in keeping business and pleasure separate; a quality that I am lacking.

"Well, get your bubbled-ass up here, you've got an assignment!" With that, Miss Moxie's face disappeared as the monitor went blank. Maybe here's a good point to tell you what I do. Buff McGruff, Gay Spy at your service...in more ways than one. The Facility, a small agency, houses and dispatches several spies, and is owned and operated by Miss Moxie. She asserts that the government is in no way involved with the Facility, but I have my doubts. We mostly get hired by major corporations to gather intelligence on their rivals, but The Facility was about to go international. I of course, had no clue this was about to happen at this time. Miss Moxie likes to keep her employees in the dark about certain subjects.

I peeled off my tight tank top as I entered the locker-room and turned to face the mirror, glancing over my developed, muscular body. Although my blonde hair was currently wet and matted to my head, it's usually kept short and clean-cut. Although I do have a very handsome face, which can help greatly on an assignment, my biggest pride is my beefy body. During my high school and half of my college days I played football, baseball, and wrestled for the varsity team. I exercised almost every day, and my body thickened as a result. Although I'm not exceptionally tall, I'm quite stocky. My thick neck gave way to my broad shoulders, and my massive chest. There was a light dusting of blonde hair on my huge pecs, and as I reached to give one of my nipples a light pinch, my biceps and triceps bulged. My stomach is hairless, and although I don't have a six-pack, it remains quite flat. I then proceeded to remove my jock, my tree-trunk legs stepping out of the straps. My large, flaccid cock and heavy nuts finally dangled free. Thanks to some dietary supplements given to me by Dr. XL, whom we'll meet later, my cut prick was larger than most. When soft, it measured at six inches, and double that when it was hard. And when I get hard, I get HARD.

I turned on one of the shower stalls, stepped in, and began to lather up my body, playing with my chest, my huge biceps enlarging as I bent my arms to squeeze and tease my hard nipples. I continued to surge my tits for a few minutes, before my hands slowly moved down and lathered my stomach, making their way to my curly blonde pubes. I rubbed that entire area with my lathered hands, working the soap into my pubes. I reached down and cupped my balls in my hands, washing them good, rolling them in my palms and squeezing them, gently tugging them away from my body. My fingers slipped behind my balls and began to press and rub against that itchy part between your nuts and your asshole, which elicited a soft moan.

My shaft was beginning to harden, as I had a large semi-rising from the floor in reaction to the pleasure I was giving myself. I closed my eyes and let out a long, low moan as I finally grasped the engorged head of my penis, pulsing as it was filling up with blood. I closed my fist around the fat head of my thick cock and began to rub it, making rotating motions with my wrist, my thumb teasing the piss slit. After a few minutes, I displayed a raging hardon, and my fist slowly made its way down my rock hard shaft, until it reached to base of my pulsing cock, only to make its journey back to the tip. I continued this motion, the glans of my cock flaring with pleasure. My breathing became less even as I groaned and grunted quietly from the pleasure that jerking off gave me.

My free hand, holding the soap, reached back and slipped into the crack of my tight bubble butt. After I sufficiently lubricated my ass, I dropped the soap and played with my crack, my fingers running up and down the crevasse as I whacked my dick faster. I pressed my finger against my asshole, teasing it, and this caused me to grunt loudly, "Aw Fuck!" I continued masturbating and playing with my asshole for what seemed like hours, grunting and moaning, until I felt my nuts raise and my body begin to tense, my muscles taught with pleasure, my chest heaving.

My fist jacked up and down my dick with incredible speed as my body began to convulse, anticipating the oncoming orgasm. My eyes clenched tighter and my dick finally erupted, shooting volley after volley of thick, sticky cum into it's arched ascent into the air. "FUUUUUUCK!!!!" My grunts had become quite loud, and my jizz hit the wet floor with an audible splat, easily landing six feet away from where I was standing. When my orgasm subsided, my body stopped convulsing and my breathing started to return to normal. But, it was the sound of someone clapping that forced me to open my eyes, startled.

"Nice performance, Buff. Would I be right to assume that there won't be an encore for about...20 minutes?" I looked at the sneering face, quite familiar to me. Brute Rufus--my ally--and my enemy. Brute was my nemesis, my archrival. We were both the favorites of Miss Moxie, and we naturally competed against each other. In ways we were very similar: in our physique, determination, and work ethic. We were also different in the sense that he was a dick. Although I was thicker than Brute, he was somewhat taller than I, and was also a brunette, with a goatee to match. He must have come to begin exercising because he was currently dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts, complete with a rather large wet spot formed in the crotch from his own pre-cum. I guess he liked the performance after all.

"Go fuck yourself, Brute," I replied. I wasn't embarrassed of the fact that Brute saw me jerk my dick; I've seen him do it several times.

"I guess I should trust your advice. You've shown me you know all about that. Maybe all to well." Although we both worked for the Facility, we definitely worked against each other. As I finished my shower, I grabbed a towel and began to dry off, wrapping it around my waist.

I then turned to Brute, my soft cock making a rather visible indentation against the towel, and gloated, "You're bullshit isn't going to piss me off today. I've got and assignment, and it looks like you don't."

"Which brings me to why I'm here," Brute responded, "If you don't get there in ten minutes, the assignment’s mine." He sneered again, staring at his watch, "Make that six, now."

I wasn't certain if Brute was telling the truth or not, but I couldn't risk it. I wasn't going to lose my case to this shit. Without saying anything to Brute, I quickly ran out of the locker-room, wearing nothing but a towel. I didn't have any time to change. I also didn't have time to take any of the elevators, so I was forced to run up the stairs. I finally reached Miss Moxie's office, with one minutes to spare, panting as I threw open the door to her waiting room.

The waiting room of her office was posh. Plants were strewn everywhere and expensive paintings were hung on the wall. I grinned sheepishly as I glanced at Miss Moxie's secretary, Gigi. Gigi was a strict older woman who was sexually attracted to strong, powerful...women. She gets along quite well with Miss Moxie.

Adjusting her red, cat eye glasses, Gigi rolled her eyes as she looked at my naked torso, "Late again, Mr. McGruff? I'm going to have to get a leash for you."

Grinning, I leaned across her reception desk and replied, "I think you and I would like that, don't you?"

She looked at me for a few moments, unimpressed. She pressed to buzzer to notify Miss Moxie that I was on my way in. Still grinning, I strutted towards Miss Moxie's office and stepped inside...

*To Be Continued*

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