Gay Erotic Stories

I appeared in the gym. I was asked to demonstrate some moves. I was already dressed in my shorts and T-shirt so they said don't bother getting anymore ready than what I was. There was a small group of guys ready to watch. Some of them shook my hand and asked questions. They seemed very interested in what I had to say about the sport. They asked questions about different kinds of moves and holds. They asked what I find easiest to wear in wrestling. I told them I usually wear a singlet and a jock... standard dress.

I noticed a couple of guys eyeing me over. I figured that they were admiring my physique or just measuring me up. They asked if I could start now . I was to demonstrate the holds on them. They took turns against me.

I found that I could fairly easily lock them into holds. They claimed it was because I was bigger and stronger. They teased that I was be a superman. Look at those muscles. Look at the definition. They asked me to take off my shirt to do skins against shirts. I figured no problem. I am not ashamed of my body. They were curious as to how many guys it took to hold me down. I said I don't know and before I knew it a few guys joined in to get me pinned.

I gave them a run for their money; I got one in a leg hold and one in a head lock. A third guy started to tickle my bare midsection. I told them hey guys this is not playing fair. They only laughed.

We are just testing how well you can stand up to distractions.

I told them it would take a lot more than that. I figured that the lesson was over. I could let the guys go, but three jumped me to put me into a hold. There was a struggle. I started to send them off balance. Then one of the bigger guys got me in an arm lock from behind. My arms were pulled back up and behind my head. Two other guys grabbed my legs. Another one locked from under me around the midsection.

I joked okay guys... I give... the fun is over. There are four against one. That only leaves two of us left said the other two guys. How will we get into the action?

Not much action here I said. See... you pretty much have me stopped although it did take four of you.

Hey now the action is just ready to begin said the guys.

Huh ?I said.

The two free guys ran their fingers over my dark hair covered chest feeling the muscles. Boy you have worked out one said as the other guy 's fingers roamed on to my abs caressing circular , tickling movements that made me squirm.

Hey what are you guys trying to prove anyway. Let me up I commanded.

Not until you show us just how much of a man you are one of the guys said..

Now I knew I could take 2 or 3 of them but not 6. What do you mean by this? I questioned.

We like your manly body. We want to explore it.

I grimaced, right. You’re joking right?

No we’re quite serious. We’ve planned this from the start. No one comes into the gym on after hours.

What do you want ? I queried.

We would like to see all your man muscles perform.--especially this one. The young guy with the swimmer's build ran his hand up the legs of my shorts to rest on top of my penis covered only with the sweaty underwear that I was wearing. I turned a tried not to act frightened. I laughed ha ha and tried to push them off... I couldn't budge. These guys were serious. Fear came over me. I tried to hide it. Sweat dripped down my face.

One of the guys mopped it with a cool cloth. Look Mr. Wrestler Guy.... we don't want to hurt you. We just want to mess with you and have some fun. You really turn us on.

Why me? I tried to stall.

You are fucking a male stud. It is a combination of muscle, good looks, and manly dark body hair ...

Why don't you at least let me up to shower first I said, figuring that I could always bolt for it.

They must have read my mind. We don't think so. You'd get away. Here just relax. Your body looks so delicious just as it is. Your arms flexed behind, those dark haired arm pits bared, the chest muscles flexed, the stomach muscles taunt. The legs held apart.

You are sex on a platter. We will help ourselves. The guys holding you can watch. The two guys continued to run their hands over me. One ran his hands over my whiskered face. The other guy along my feet. Then it was playing time with my armpits ... tickling and caressing. The other one ran his fingers up my inner legs. I squirmed and bucked but could move very little.

The two guys danced their faggot fingers into every part of unclothed part of my body that they could play with enjoying the look of tension and squirming that I could help. I was ticklish. I couldn't help but moan.

This went on for many minutes. They fingered along my shorts and caressed my penis through my shorts. They stroked and played with my outstretched body, lapping up the sweat with their tongues.

The other guys were getting horny with the show and asked if there was some way to tie me down so they should join in the fun. Luckily there was no rope around. The two guys started trying to pull my shorts down but I tried to position myself to prevent this from happening. The other guys were coaxing them on to get me stripped.

They started to tickle me to get me off guard. As they did the other guys tried to as well if they could spare a free hand. Soon my pants were down to my knees. They let go of my legs to get me kicking. I almost got out. I lost my underwear in the process. They regained hold of my legs splaying me apart.

Okay dude the show is about to start one said as the other horny bastards laughed. One guy kept roaming his hands over every private nook of my body. This made me writhe and twist in sensory overload as the other guy concentrated his efforts on stroking my shaft.

The guys watched as I felt their aroused and horny young bodies intense their grips upon me as if to say there is no hope for you but to submit and get it over with. I started to feel waves come over me. My breathing was erratic. I started to shake and tremble. One guy asked where the Vaseline was. We got to do him right. I want to see him completely out of it.

One guy produced the slick substance. He pulled back my foreskin. He held it back sliding his faggot finger over my forbidden male penis.

Ohhh! Ahhh! What a pretty big boy we have hear said one. Let's give his male muscle a real workout said another.

I tried to pull away and bucked but got a slicked up finger into my ass. It started to wriggle up into the prostate. Good aim said another guy. Keep it in there. Let's really send him flying high.

I was gasping with stimulation. I couldn't talk, only shake and tumble. They had me too much out of control to fight back; I could barely endure the intense stimulation. I felt hands stroking my body . One guy managed to switch positions to get in on the fun. I stretched and struggled but it only added to their show as they ran their fingers over every inch of my flesh.

They delighted in finding secret parts that made me flinch... the soles of my feet, between my toes, my armpits, inner legs, balls, prostate, shaft and head of the penis... slick with Vaseline. I found myself in a loosing battle. The guys would slick my penis into the hardest erection ever and leave it to play and teasingly begin roaming into my prostate and other sensitive spots. They taunted and teased and ooh! and ahhh!

I couldn't take it. It seemed to last forever. The slick fingers kept stimulating the most sensitive glands of my penis and prostate together. I couldn't hold back. It was impossible. I felt myself building and build as they laughed and joked about my helpless state and finally I came ... red faced and exhausted.

This however was not the end. The sadistic guys who watched let go and struggle to get their time into my body. I was spent and could fight them off very well. I reached out to cover up my penis and found hand racing along my inner thighs. I pulled my legs together and pushed a hand away from my nipples but another hand reached for my dick. You’re such a fucking hot show said the guy. We will let your rest to catch your breath on the condition that we can get at least one more orgasm for the guys who didn't get the chance to play.

I was too tired and spent to fight anymore. I agreed to let them do me by hand one more time if they could leave me alone for a few minutes to regroup my senses.

Again my body was in spasm. The guys helped me to the showers to wash up. I was allowed to dress. I was shaken. Some of the guys ran fingers along me as I changed. One of the guys dropped me off at home. I took his offer just to get home. I was too shaken and embarrassed to tell anyone what had happened.

The young guy who dropped me off left his cell number--if I ever wanted some fun...to give him a call.