Gay Erotic Stories

My brother and I attended the same university. He was 3 years older and had encouraged me to attend the same school as he. It was the summer following my freshman year that the incident I am about to describe occurred. It was during summer school and my brother had a part time job as lifeguard at the pool provided for the students. The afternoon that this began, I did as I always did when I went to the pool. I went to my brother at his station by the pool and asked for the key to the dressing room. The pool facilities included a separate room for the use of the staff where they could change and keep their personal items in a locker. It was convenient for me to use the room since an extra measure of security was provided by the locked door of the dressing room. This afternoon, there were almost no swimmers, and my brother who usually had another lifeguard assisting, was alone. I changed into my trunks and went to the pool. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, it was a lazy summer afternoon and there were no more than two dozen people in the pool. I had jumped in the pool and swam a couple of laps and got out and went to the vending machine area and bought a soda. As I sat and watched the swimmers, I was struck by a big hunk of a guy sitting on the edge of the pool. He was beautifully built and had facial features that were a little coarse but appealing nevertheless. He had massive shoulders, pecs, abs, and legs.....what legs! He had a flat-top hair cut and had a nice growth of chest hair. His bulging leg muscles were covered in sun bleached hair and was wearing a short pair of trunks that barely held together under the strain of his legs pressing against them. I know on sight most of the football players at school, and as I stared, I recognized him as one of the team. He was magnificent! I watched him for some time as I sipped my drink. He swam a little and walked around the pool. He was alone at the pool and apparently knew no one at the pool, because I didn't see him speak to anyone. At one point, he walked past the bench where I was sitting and only briefly looked in my direction. As he walked by, I could not resist a quick look at the bulge of his crotch. Not big, but respectable. He stood about 5-11 and probably weighed 240. He took a few steps past me and then stopped. With his back to me, he then stretched his arms over and behind his head. Not a muscle pose but impressive anyway you looked at him. What a sight! With that, he then walked toward the dressing room and disappeared. I had already formulated my plan of attack. I was going to wait just a few minutes and then go into the dressing room and catch a glimpse of this piece of meat in the nude. That was my only intent, just get a peek at his equipment. I waited a minute or so and then went to the dressing room. It was totally empty. I figured I had missed him and he had left wearing his trunks. As I stood in the silence of the lockers, I heard an encouraging sound. It was the sound of someone taking a leak in the stainless steel pisser in the john. I walked toward the restroom, and as I approached, I could hear the squirt-squirt of someone finishing their piss. Damn! I was going to miss my chance. As I walked into the john, there he stood. He had pulled the front of his trunks down and was standing there motionless with his hand on his dick. He did not look up, but looked downward into the urinal. I could see that his penis was of average size, but looked great to me. I pulled down my trunks and proceeded to urinate as well. As the stream of pee from my penis continued for a few seconds, my chest suddenly got a lump in it as I realized that he had not moved one bit. I carefully stole a quick look and saw that he was still motionless, not urinating and still staring downward. I cut off my flow and shook my dick and did just the same as he was doing. After what seemed like minutes, I looked over at him and saw that his dick was bigger. He was starting to fluff up. I did too. Only a few seconds more passed and we both stood there with fully hard dicks. He then put his hand around his dick and slowly stroked it twice. That was enough. I side stepped over next to him. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear drums. I lowered my right hand to my side and then extended it over to his leg and rubbed up the hair on his thigh. He continued to look downward and did not look me in the eye. I could see his eyes, however shift over to my dick and stare. I put my hand out and moved it toward his dick. He removed his hand and allowed me to grip his root. It was no more than 6 inches, but felt like steel covered in silk. I put my hand on his shoulder, spoke softly and said, "There is a private room where we can go." He nodded and stuffed his dick back in his trunks. As I led the way to the dressing room he followed. I unlocked the door, let him enter and then locked the door behind me. I knew we would not be disturbed since I had the only key to the door. He stood there looking around as if to size up the privacy of the room and nervously cleared his throat. He stood facing the short row of lockers and a folding chair and made no move to remove his trunks. He still had not spoken nor looked me directly in the eyes. He struck me as someone who had never before had a sexual encounter with another man. I made the first move and stepped up to him and sat down in the chair not more than two feet in front of him. I could see that he was nervous and as he stood there, he shivered slightly. I put my hands to his trunks and pulled them to his ankles. His erect dick popped up and stood upward at an angle to his crotch. He had a nice crop of hair on his dick and it grew upward to his navel. What surprised me was the small size of his nuts. They looked like two grapes in a sack. I put my hands to his body and stroked his dick with one hand and cupped his nuts in the other hand. His knees wobbled suddenly and he exhaled a nervous breath as if he had been holding it all this time. I figured if I didn't want him falling down I had better get up and put him in the chair. I arose and with hands to his shoulders turned him around and said, "Sit down." He did, and as he positioned himself on the chair seat, I removed his trunks from his ankles. As I stood over him, I looked down at what was one of the most beautifully proportioned men I had seen. Totally nude and at the most receptive state he could be. I knelt in front of him, put my hands on his knees and spread his legs. He complied by inching forward on the chair seat and putting his feet on either side of the chair, exposing his dick and balls. He was breathing heavily and as his heart raced rapidly, it caused his 6 inches to gently jerk up and down. I lowered my head to his dick and could smell the mixture of man musk and chlorine from the pool. I became light headed with the aroma and paused for a second or so and breathed it in. Then I put my lips on his cut dick and allowed the head to slip into my mouth. With my forearms resting on those massive legs, I could feel the tension in them immediately. I ran my tongue around the head of his dick and allowed my saliva to lube it completely. I then took the plunge and easily took the whole length of his short dick all the way to his thick pubic hair. He made a short high pitched moaning sound that came from his throat, not his lips. He then moved his butt closer to the edge of the chair so that he was more nearly horizontal. I raised my eyes and saw that his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was gaping open in an expression of pleasure. I then put my hands to his rounded pecs and ran my fingers through the short hair that grew there. Using both fingertips, I stimulated his nipples which hardened almost immediately, making their tips feel like match heads. I couldn't resist and put my lips over a nipple and flipped my tongue over it. I could feel his dick pressing against my stomach. His hand went to the back of my head and pulled it downward on his chest. He moaned softly. By this time my own dick was tenting my trunks, but I had not touched it. I was more interested in his. As my lips moved on his nipples, I could feel his pecs harden like wood against my face. After a few more seconds of this, I pulled back and looked at his pecker. It glistened with his own lube now. A long string of crystal clear fluid connected the hair of his abdomen with the tip of his dick. I used my fingers to smear the lube over the head of his dick. He sucked air between clenched teeth and again squeezed his eyes shut. As I massaged his root, I milked it from bottom to top and produced a huge bead of lube. I tasted it by using the tip of my tongue and found it sweet and salty. As I withdrew from the tip of his dick, I left a big blob of my own saliva. Wrapping my fist around the shaft, I gave his dick a slippery twisting and stroking. This time his entire body became like iron and the sound that came from his lips was a long guttural "Unnnnhhhhh...." I knew that he was close and continued to stroke and watch. I decided that instead of taking his load in my mouth I wanted to watch this mass of muscle and strength shoot his load. As I stroked, he moved his hands to the edges of the chair and gripped it with white knuckles. He lifted his butt slightly off the chair and with his feet digging into the floor he began to pump his ass upward into my fist. His hips began a rhythmic circular motion that caused his abs to ripple and wave like water. I could now smell a much stronger musk like odor that filled my head and made me dizzy. My dick strained against the waistband of my swim suit and I became aware that my dick was wetting the fabric that held it. His face revealed his pleasure. I watched him grimace, open his mouth and expose his beautiful white teeth. Now he pressed his chin to his chest causing his neck muscles to strain as he began to make a very short high pitched sound again and again. I felt the final rush of blood to his dick as it increased in size slightly. His load spurted out in a thick white string that fell in the hair of his navel and pubic area. As aftershock contractions caused his body to jerk violently he squeezed several more little beads of cum over the knuckles of my hand. He then collapsed on the seat of the chair and with the balls of his feet still planted on the floor, his legs jiggled up and down while his upper body shook as if he were in an ice cold room. He exhaled several times causing a short bead of saliva to leave his lips and drip on his chest. I continued to gently milk the small remains of his load out of his dick. Regaining his composure, he stood up. I rose up and faced him only inches from his face. He gently pushed me backward and this time turned me around and pressed downward on my shoulders. I pushed my own swim wear to my ankles and kicked it aside letting my dick spring out. Sitting in the chair I now faced the bobbing end of his stiff dick with a small glob of his load swinging back and forth. He spoke briefly, and to my complete surprise said "Again?" I could hardly believe it. He had just blown the most gut wrenching load moments before and is ready for seconds! I wrapped my hands around his cheeks and rubbed my fingers through a fine silky coat of hair that covered his butt. Pulling him toward me, I took his penis into my mouth and tasted the pungent drop of cum that sat there. With one hand on my dick I began to jack myself and bobbed my head over the length of his 6 inches. He bent his knees slightly and cause me to have to lower my head to keep my lips on his meat. He then began to thrust upward with his hips and lowered his hands to my shoulders. My own dick gushed a fistful of lube and the slippery feel of my hand on my dick now made me moan loudly. I knew I could not hold back my cumming. Now I was the one who was about to get a nut. With my mouth tightly wrapped around his dick, my throat made one big long humming noise and I erupted. My load squished out and part of it smacked my chin. Several globs hung themselves in the hair of his legs and the feel of my warm cum on his legs must have triggered his orgasm. He now started to pump his meat even harder into my mouth. The grip of his hands on my shoulders became almost painful as he pushed out a second load while grunting and jerking. His second load then filled my mouth. It was very warm and had a strong bleach-like smell that filled my nostrils. Once again, I became aware of the taste and smell of his cum blended with the chlorine odor of the pool water. I thought I would pass out. He now pulled his shrinking dick out of my mouth and we both paused and tried to catch our breath. As he stood there in front of me I realized the strength of my own explosion. His thighs were spattered with the drops of my cum. I could not remember a stronger orgasm before or since. I stood and stepped over to my locker and removed my towel. I knelt in front of him and wiped the remains of our loads off his legs and dick. He now spoke to me for the first time in a complete sentence, "That felt great!". We both smiled. "Lets go and get in the shower", I said. He nodded and I took a bar of soap from my brother's locker and we headed for the showers. As we stood in the spray of the water and washed away the evidence of our fun, we chatted a bit more. He wanted to know my name, what I was studying and so forth. He was now much more relaxed and smiled frequently as he looked into my eyes. During the following semesters, we were good friends and spent long hours together. Some of it studying, some of it sharing sex. He was a good friend and companion....and still is.