Gay Erotic Stories

Now that Pete's and my relationship as brothers had moved onto another level, we started doing many things together. There were frequent trips in the car, where we would often hold up in the same room for a couple of days, while enjoying the pleasures of summer on far-flung beaches, or going bush for several days, or staying over at Dave's place, where the fun never seemed to stop. Despite their relationship being very genuine, neither allowed the affections of the other to stifle them, so the bond between the two never changed, and I guess in some respects, I was just a toy, someone they played with for pleasure. Mind you, I had no objections. I enjoyed the best of all worlds, and their insatiable appetites never seemed to get enough of each other, or me. In an attempt to keep myself fit and desirable, I asked Dave to take me to the gym with him, and teach me some basic workouts. I thought I had a pretty hot body for a 19-year-old, that natural firmness and tightness that just comes from leading an active, rather than a workout, life. I did a lot of walking, so had nicely muscled legs and thighs, with a tight, bubble-type butt. My 32" waist had no fat, and my chest was lean and hard, the nipples prominent--especially after all the workouts the boys had been giving them. I worked on a construction site during Uni semester breaks, and holidays, and had nicely muscled arms from all the lifting and physical labour. I got quite a few workouts there too, but that is another story. Pete agreed, so it was off to his local gym, a gay one that was popular, though a bit more middle-of-the-line with its clientele, rather than the muscle Mary's and wankers who tended to frequent most gyms. Pete liked his guys straight-down-the-line, liked them to be themselves, rather than someone they imagined they were. We arrived early in the morning, about 10 am. Pete preferred this time, as it wasn't as busy as the lunch period, or late afternoon, when everyone came after work. We went to the locker room, and stripped down, putting our tracksuits and briefs into a locker. We had both bought our Speedo's, for a quick swim either in the pool, or at the beach, after our workout. We both donned jockstraps, mine being one that Pete had been wearing yesterday. It still smelt of him, and was still slightly damp from his sweat. He smiled when he saw it on me, and I saw his cock start to get hard in his clean jock, but he pulled his cotton workout shorts up, and slipped into a singlet. I followed suit, making sure he got a quick look at my hard-on as I pulled the shorts up over the pouch of the jock, cupping my cock with my hand, through the shorts, as we headed out and into the gym area. There were only three other guys here at this time, and one of them was just finishing up. Dave took me over to the weights bench, and laid himself out on it. He got me to stand behind the weights as he grabbed them with his hands, and proceeded to push them up. I helped just by taking some of the weight until he was sure he had a good grip, and then I let go. I watched his chest expand, and his nipples poke through the fabric of his singlet as he pushed up with the weights, grunting from the exertion, then lowering them back down into their holding brackets. “You give it a try,” he said, standing up, and moving to where I was standing. I lay down, and took the weights, but they were too heavy for me, so Pete lightened them for me. Meanwhile, another guy had left, and there was only one other remaining. He came over to watch, and give some practical advise to me on how much to push up, and how to position myself properly. Now, Pete knew all the stuff that this guy was telling us, but hey, he was a cute guy, and I reckoned Pete didn't mind him giving us advise of any description. The guy, whose name turned out to be Adrian, had a shock of copper red hair, and green eyes. He was beautifully proportioned, and though tight and muscled, he didn't look over-worked. He wore a tight blue lycra singlet, which showed off the definition of his pecs, and a pair of white cotton shorts, the sides scooped up to the waistband. They rested on his hips, and the slight bulge of his cock was just obvious at the front. He asked me if I minded him having a go--just to show us, mind you. I said no, standing up and moving to the front of the press. He lay down, stretching himself out. His shorts rode up a bit, and I could see the prominence of a jockstrap clad cock up the leg. They also tightened around him, making the bulge at the front more obvious. This boy was hung! I threw a quick glance to Pete, and he smiled. I felt my own cock starting to stiffen again. “Would you mind straddling me, and holding me down, while I lift?” Adrian asked. Fuck me, I thought I was hearing things! I had just met this guy, and he was asking me to straddle him? He didn't have to ask twice. I placed a leg on either side of him, and lowered myself down, on the top of his thighs. Our cocks were mere inches away from each other, and mine rose to attention. Adrian smiled, as he must have felt it pressing against his thighs, then he leaned back, grabbed the weights and pushed up. His body moved forward a bit as he pushed, and the next thing I knew, our cocks were rammed together, and his was also getting hard. He grunted, lowered the weights, and sat up, pressing his body against mine as he moved to sitting, and grabbed me around the waist. “How the hell am I supposed to exercise with you ramming that hard cock into me!” he said, laughing. “You boys look as though you are after an entirely different set of exercises, from what I can see. Your mate at the back of me has a hard-on too.” “We're brothers,” I stated. “And yeah, we do all sorts of exercises together!” “I like the sound of that,” Adrian said, reaching over and starting to rub my hard cock through my shorts. I reached up the leg of his, and felt his cock. It was hard, and straining to get out. The pouch of the jock was warm and moist, and a slight smell of testosterone was coming off him. Dave moved around and joined us, Adrian and I sitting on the bench press, and Pete standing next to us. Adrian reached up Pete's shorts, and groped him for a second, then pulled Pete's cock out, and started to suck it, taking the whole length into his mouth and surging it deep down his throat. Pete groaned. I moved my legs off the bench, and knelt on the floor. Adrian positioned himself a bit more accessibly, and I slipped my hand back up the leg of his shorts, groped him for a minute, and then started to remove his shorts. “Will anyone interrupt us?” I asked. Adrian pulled Pete's cock out of his mouth, a thin sheen of saliva covering the erect pole, making the head shine. “Not at this time of the day,” he said. “But who cares anyway! Knowing this place, they would just join in.” We all laughed, then Adrian went back to working on Pete's cock. I got Adrian's shorts off, and sat back for a second to admire one of my favourite views--an erect male cock in a jockstrap. The sight of these has always turned me on, for as long as I can remember. It started in high school, where I used to hang out in the locker room, even when I wasn't playing sport. The guys never seemed to catch on, though if they did, they never let me know. When they all went to the shower, or out to play, I would raid their lockers, putting on their clean, or sweaty jockstraps, and wanking myself into seventh heaven. This had continued after I left school, when I played sports, and used to steal guy’s jockstraps at every opportunity I got. I had no conscience about it, and never heard anyone complain about them always disappearing. Who wouldn't get off knowing that some other horny guy was wanking himself in your jockstrap! It does it for me, so it has to do it for other guys. I had a couple of mates with the same fetish, and we often used to swap, or we would have wank-rings where we would cum in our own jockstraps, then pass them onto the next guy. This had fulfilled by passion for them right through most of my teen years. Then, of course, when I found that Pete wore them, I had a never-ending supply at hand. The construction site I worked out was also a readily available supply of jockstraps, and these ones were well worn, often having gone through a full day on the site. These were hard working; sweaty guys, and the smells from their straps would almost drive me mad. I stole quite a few from the site, and I don't think any of the guys objected. I reckon they even knew I did it, and they would often wear their straps for a couple of days in a row, before leaving them somewhere conspicuous for me to take. I had orgasms in these jocks like you would not believe, often wanking off in one while I held another to my nose, breathing in the sweat and dust from the site, the holes in the worn pouches doing nothing to contain my raging hard-ons. The thought of hard male thighs, having had the straps wrapped around them, the image of old, stained mesh pouches being moulded around hot male cocks and balls, the waistbands hanging off slim, muscled male hips and bellies used to drive me wild. Knowing that sweat would mould them over the cocks and balls, and that the cocks probably went hard, on and off during the day, increased my arousal. The fact that guys had pissed, and that a few drops of their fluid had dripped into the pouch, adding to the male scent, or that having had an erection at the sight of some other hunky worker, some pre-cum had dribbled into the worn mesh. Ah, such were my jockstrap fantasies, and they filled my days. Adrian's jockstrap pouch bulged in front of me, encasing his hard cock. His balls were pushed forward, as a result of sitting, and I admired the amount of space they took up in the front of the pouch, almost a framing for the hard cock straining to get out of the pouch. I reached over, and gripped his erect cock through the pouch, feeling the heat and sweat in my hand. I took my other hand, and cupped his balls. I saw his eyes go down to where my hand was, and a look of pleasure reflected in them. I leaned forward, and took the head of his jocked cock into my mouth, slowly sucking the sweat out as I did. It was salty and slightly tart. My own cock throbbed at the prospect before me. Adrian moved his hand down, and grabbed my cock through the leg of my shorts, still working Pete's cock in and out of his mouth, occasionally working hard on the head, licking it, and pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit in the head. Pete was moaning--and loudly. I slipped the waistband of Adrian's jockstrap down releasing his hard cock. It sprang out of the pouch, and I grinned at the sight. Fuck, what a beautiful cock! It was about 8" or more in length, thick and totally hard. It gleamed with its film of sweat, and a drop of pre-cum sat right on the tip of his cut head. The veins stood out, thick and ropey. I slipped the strap down a bit lower, reaching into the pouch, and lifting his balls out. They too were heavy and weighty. I cupped them in the palm of my hand, reaching down to run my tongue over them. Again, salt and sweat. Then, the ultimate turn-on! This rock hard cock and bulky balls erupted from a cropped thatch of copper-red pubic hair. My cock jerked to full attention. The first guy who had ever fucked me had been a redhead, and they had been an obsession for me ever since. I buried my face in Adrian's crotch, getting both visual, oral and smell sensations, licking his balls, then running my tongue up his shaft, working the drop of cum on its head with my tongue, tasting him, wanting him! He wanked my cock in rhythm to his oral efforts on Pete's cock, and we went on like this for quite a while. Pete pushed Adrian's mouth away. “I'm going to blow if you keep that up,” he gasped, pushing Adrian back onto the bench. He stood there, admiring the body laid out in front of him. He reached down, and removed Adrian's singlet, licking his chest and nipples as he raised it over the guy's head, throwing it onto the floor. “Get your gear off, Greg. But leave my jockstrap on!” It was almost an order, and I felt a surge of lust as I obeyed, removing my shorts and singlet, standing there by the bench, looking at an almost naked Adrian stretched down its length, his beautiful cock straining against his chest, a fine line of red hair running from his navel to his crotch. He was gripping Pete's thighs, as Pete straddled him on the bench. “I'm going to give this horny redhead’s cock a working over,” he said, turning slightly to look at me. “Work on my arse, will you?” I smiled, moving behind him. Pete leaned forward, and took Adrian's cock into his mouth, starting to pump up and down sucking hard, and nibbling the head each time he came to the top. I moved behind him, squatting on the end of the bench. I leaned forward, and took one of Pete's cheeks in each hand. I moulded them with my hands for a second, and slowly spread them apart. His soft pink arsehole came into view, and I slowly massaged it with my thumbs, imaging the warmth inside, the moisture, the softness, knowing that my cock had been in there, had felt the muscles grip my shaft, had felt it masturbate me to orgasm, then shooting my load deep into it. I put my lips to it, sucking gently, tasting that male taste, then spread his cheeks a bit wider. I gently pushed my tongue in, then started to dart it in and out, feeling him relax, hearing the occasional moan, and as he relaxed, more and more of my tongue slipped into him. I stopped after a few moments, and stared between his legs, lifting his balls out of my way after licking them, and watched him working Adrian's cock, burying his face into that thatch of red hair. I wanted both of them, and I wanted them badly. I started to finger-fuck Pete's arse, feeling the warmth of his arse around my fingers, moving them in and out to the rhythm of his oral work, slowly slipping in two, then three, wanking my own cock at the same time. The head of my cock shone from the gleam of cum, and I could see Pete's cock stretched in full erection. I cupped his balls with my hand, slowly moulding the weighty sac around in the palm of my hand, lifting them between his legs, licking them, and then putting my tongue in his arse again. He suddenly leaned back, pulled Adrian to a sitting position, and rammed his tongue down the redhead's throat. I gripped Pete around the chest, finding room for Adrian in the grip. We sat, holding and kissing each other for a minute, and then Pete stood up, his erect cock coming into view as he moved side on to me. He pushed Adrian back down onto the bench, straddled his chest, facing me, then shoved his cock into Adrian's mouth, pushing his legs apart, leaning forward and ramming his tongue into his partner’s arse. I just sat and watched, pulling on my own cock. Pete sat up, and moved himself off the bench, moving around to where I stood at the foot of it. He pushed Adrian's legs up into the air, and over the prone man's shoulders, holding them down at the ankles. He positioned himself between the legs, still holding them down at the thighs, and started to lather the redhead's arse with his tongue, spitting occasionally to lube it up. Adrian moaned loudly, then yelled, “Fuck me!” at the top of his voice. Pete positioned himself, and lined the throbbing head of his cock, already pre-cum lubed, at the entrance to the hot man's arse. He slowly pushed forward, and I watched as the tip disappeared into the hole, slowly pushing his way in. Adrian didn't blink an eye, just relaxed into it, and started to slide himself forward to take the whole length of Pete's shaft, almost begging for more of it in him. I moved back behind Pete, and started to lick his hole again, as he slowly plunged back and forth. I heard the soft slap of his balls against Adrian's balls, which hung almost down to rest on the bench. They hadn't even retracted, which made me even hornier, being able to see and hear them moving together. Pete slowly drew himself out, and reached behind. I still had the jockstrap on, as he requested, and it was getting soaked again, from the cum dribbling out of my cock. He smiled, and said to me, “Put your jockstrap on this hot stud, then we're going to give him a fucking like he's never had!” I obliged, slipping the jockstrap off my hips, lifting Adrian's legs onto the bench, and feeding the strap onto them. He didn't say a word, just watched, smiling, as everyone worked on him. I pulled the strap up, noting how his hard cock couldn't be restrained by the waistband, but stuck out prominently over the top, a continual dribble of cum running out of the slit. As for his balls, there was just no way an old jockstrap like this was going to hold them, and they bulged out the sides. He was such a hot look, lying there almost defenceless, bulging and falling out of this old jockstrap which was already two days old, and smelling unmistakably of male. I leaned forward, and breathed the smell in, then stood up. Pete grabbed Adrian's legs again, and pushed them back over his shoulders. The leg straps of the jockstrap framed Adrian’s butt, making his arsehole more prominent. It puckered slightly, waiting! Pete positioned himself again, and entered the boy, a lot quicker and harder this time, but he was no match for the insatiable man beneath him, who took him without even a flinch. They pumped together for a while. Pete pulled out again. “Get behind me brother, and push your cock as far forward as you can.” I did, and felt Pete reach between his legs, and grab my erect cock. “Push yourself hard against me,” he mumbled, and again I obliged. Suddenly, our cocks were being held together. He rubbed cum off the tip of his cock, and rubbed it up the shaft of both cocks. He used his free hand to slowly manipulate Adrian's arse, slowly opening the hole up, then he started to slip both our cocks in. I couldn't believe my eyes, and waited for Adrian to yell at the discomfort of two cocks entering into him, but again, not a sound except heavy moaning. Pete slowly slid forward and I watched. A rear view of Pete straddling the back of Adrian's thighs, the curve of his spine disappearing as he bent forward for a second, entering Adrian's arse with both our cocks, then the feeling of warmth as the arse closed over both our cocks. By pushing myself slightly back from Pete's back, I watched both cocks disappear. Pete's balls draped down a bit, and I could feel them brushing the shaft of my cock as it disappeared, then I felt Pete's cock rubbing against mine inside Adrian, felt the heat and moisture of his erect cock rub hard against mine as he started to move in and out, felt his balls rubbing my shaft, felt the stickiness of his spit and cum on my shaft. He thrust hard, fractioning our cocks together. I felt like exploding, and then I blew, the load going deep. I was aware of Adrian yelling, “Yes! Yes! Blow up my arse, you horny fuckers!” I then felt the stickiness of my cum being worked over our shafts, heard Pete start to breathe heavily, then felt the surge of his cock head as he also blew deep inside, pumping hard to shoot it all as far as he could. Everybody stopped moving, and the sound of breathing was all that was evident, then Adrian started to moan loudly. Pete quickly pulled our glistening, cum shined cocks out, and we were just in time to see a great wad of cum fly up Adrian's chest, hit him on the chin and hang there, then another surge as another load dumped its way up his chest. Pete and I moved forward, and licked the salty liquid off his, embracing him as we went. I moved my head down, licking cum off his cock, him moaning and squirming at the sensation of wet tongue of hard cock, sensitive after blowing. We all laid on the floor, and the bench for a few minutes, getting our breath back. “I have never, ever been fucked like that before,” Adrian exclaimed excitedly as we all quieted back down. “ I ain’t ever going to forget you brothers. Do you mind if I keep the jockstrap, just as sort of a memento?” he asked. Pete looked at me. “You'd better ask Greg,” he replied. “He doesn't like parting with his jockstraps, but he might make an exception this time.” “Only if I get to have a session with you in it.” I said to Adrian, who smiled. “I reckon we might be able to arrange that”, he said. We slapped each other on the butt, picked up our clothes, and headed back to the locker room. My workout had worked out a lot more muscles than I had imaged it would. Copyright 2002 ÓTimothy J Alderman talderman@ihug.com.au