Gay Erotic Stories

Trent walked into the massage parlor his friend worked at. The man at the reception desk looked up blushing. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" "Uhh, yeah. Sean Lynch at 2 o'clock." "Oh, yes, Mr. Silvers. Sean is waiting for you in room one," he said, trying not to show his affection for Trent. Trent was your ABOVE average guy -- Trent had sandy blond hair, he had these deep brown eyes that when he looked at you, you just began to melt, he also had the body every guy wanted. He was not a beefcake, but he was no skin and bones either. He was almost perfect. He had these pecs that you just want to take in your hands. He had the washboard abs. He was clean cut, and had a smooth chest. You could say Trent had it all. He could pretty much have any guy he wanted, but there was only one he was interested in. "Thanks," he said nodding to the receptionist. He walked down the corridor in his favorite loose fitting jeans and faded T-shirt. Before knocking on the door, he checked his appearance in the mirror on the wall; he wanted to look his best. The stud knocked on the door walking in. Sean looked up to find Trent standing in the doorway smiling that killer smile. Sean began to melt. "Trent! I was just....uh....waiting for you to get here. I'm ready when you are, Trent!" Sean said nervously. Sean was almost Trent's twin except he had short jet black hair in a Caesar cut, ice blue eyes. They were both about 6' and had the same builds. Sean was the only guy Trent had feelings for. They were both star athletes in high school and into college, but not meeting each other until they had a work out session together at the private gym near their apartments. Surprisingly, they both lived in the same complex, even the same building. Sean offered Trent to come in for a free massage. Trent couldn't pass up the offer. "A free massage from the guy of my dreams....what could be better??" Trent thought to himself. Trent eyed the room and saw a shower and sink built into the wall, a massage table, and Sean standing there, looking so hot and cute. "You can just undress over there," Sean said pointing to a shade in the corner. The shade was made of almost see-through glass, but distorted the image of who's behind it. Trent nodded grinning now, locking the door and then walking his way to the corner where the shade was. The shade only came up to Trent's shoulders giving Sean a perfect view of Trent's broad shoulders as he faced the other way undressing. Sean kept his eyes on what he wanted to see, and from what he could, he saw a cute ass behind that shade. He got hard just seeing the distorted image of it. Trent came out wearing only a jock strap smiling still. Sean began to blush but tried not to. "Wow....I mean....just lie down, uhm, here on your stomach..." Sean said, trying not to reveal his strong feelings for Trent. Sean was always sneaking peeks at Trent in the open showers at the gym, but didn't know if Trent liked him that way. There was only one way to find out... Sean began to massage Trent's back starting out gently but then going into a heavy rub. "Oh, wow, Sean. You are really good at this. Uh - uh - oh.....damn! And I thought my ex was the best!" Trent said really enjoying Sean's hands all over his back. "Well was your ex licensed?" Sean replied. Trent shook his head, letting out moans and groans of enjoyment at the same time. Sean couldn't keep his eyes off of Trent's uncovered ass in his jock strap. Surprisingly it was not tense showing Trent's pure enjoyment. Sean thought to himself that if he's going to make a move, he should make a move now. So Sean moved on to massage Trent's ass. Trent's eye's widened then closed smiling from ear to ear. Sean began to massage Trent's ass with his four fingers on the outside and his thumbs in the crack, making his way deeper into his ass. Trent moaned with pure ecstasy letting Sean know it was okay. "Sean, I was kinda wishing you'd do that," Trent assured him, grabbing a hold of Sean's ass as he massaged it intently. "Trent, it hard to admit to you, but..." "Sean, tell me, I want to know. Come on, dude, you can tell your bud." "Well....I've been in love with you since I met you, I don't know Trent. You're so...so..." "Tell me, come on." "I love you," Sean said letting go of Trent, looking down at his feet with an expression of being ashamed. Trent sat up immediately, lifted Sean's head and kissed him deeply. It was the most passionate kiss either of them have ever experienced and it lasted for what seemed like forever. They finally let go of each other looking straight into each others eyes. "I love you too, Sean." Trent replied flashing that killer smile again. Sean's face had already transformed from guilt to complete happiness during the kiss, and now he looked like the happiest man alive. "I've had the exact same feelings for you ever since I saw you working on those biceps in the gym." Trent said smiling too, squeezing Sean's upper arm muscles, "I just didn't have the guts to let you know, Sean." They kissed deeply again for what seemed like an eternity. Sean was only dressed in knee-length cargo khakis and a faded white T-shirt wearing no underwear, whatsoever. Trent slipped Sean's shirt over his head revealing his hard pecs and nipples to him again. He kissed each one, licking the surrounding area as well. Sean's cock twitched involuntarily as Trent did this. The foreplay was almost too much for him. Trent continued to undress Sean, unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping them. Sean's 7" cock sprung out of his shorts as they fell to the ground. Sean ripped Trent's jock strap off after deciding he couldn't take it anymore to find an 8" cock standing straight up. Trent lied on his back on the table allowing Sean to get over him in a 69 position. They greeted each other's meat with a kiss and a lick down the shaft. They sucked each other like it was they owned the only dicks in the world. Sean moaned with his mouth full. Trent tried to take Sean's balls in his mouth too. They both sucked each other so deep that their noses were touching each other's balls. They didn't want the fun to stop there, so Sean got up. "Trent, let me fuck you please. I've always fantasized about it, now I want to do the real thing." "I've been waiting for this moment since we met, Sean. GO for it!" Sean lifted Trent's legs up over his shoulders allowing access for his dick to Trent's ass. He got some lube from a drawer in the table. He poured some into his hand and began to stroke his cock and rub Trent's asshole with it. Trent wiggled his ass in the air impatiently grinning at his partner. Sean inserted his dick head into Trent's hole as Trent lied back trying to relax. Sean inched more and more of his 7" cock into Trent, moaning so loud, not caring if others could hear them. He finally get it all in before retracting. Trent groaned in pure ecstasy. "Sean, slam it in, Sean. Uhhgg ---" Trent yelled. "Oh man, this feels so awesome Trent, I love you." Trent backed off almost instantly. "What's the matter, Trent?" Sean said in panic thinking Trent had set him up. "It's my turn." Trent smiled. They switched places and before Sean could even think, Trent was inside him all the way, all eight inches, but they both couldn't hold it in anymore. Trent took his cock out as Sean began to stroke his own cock. They both came at the same time, shooting cum all over each other. They began to hug and kiss, smearing each other's cum all over each other's bodies in every place imaginable. They both fell on the table in each other's arms for the rest of the massage session. When it was almost time to leave, they showered together, washing each other's bodies clean of cum and lube. They must have spent over an hour in there because when they left the parlor, it was already dark and no one was in the building. They both went to Trent's place to spend the night making love and finding out everything about each other. Later that month, they moved in together. Although it was a 3 bedroom apartment, they shared the same bedroom and bed, turning the other bedrooms into a home gym and their own massage room, but the experiences in those rooms are another story...