Gay Erotic Stories

Ever since I moved into the new area for “experienced” guys, I was working out with other guys who were more built like I was, but not the humungous body-builders… aka, the guys I’m into! So I continued to do my routines and enjoyed always seeing the eye candy. But there was this one particular guy who always caught my attention.

I had no idea what his name was, but this guy is a more muscular build than I am. He’s about 6’1, short black hair, deep green eyes, and a bad-ass tribal tattoo all over his left arm that travels up to his shoulder, chest, and back. He always wears a muscle shirt that fits snugly around his bulging muscles, and his above the knee Under Armor shorts so nicely outline his rock hard ass. I often try to make sure I can be near him doing my exercises while he’s doing his. Of course, I love watching him do his Lat Pull-Downs and Bicep Curls. The only down side to this little voyeuristic adventure of mine is that I never got to see him in the locker room as he always just grabbed a small gym bag from his locker and left; No shower, nothing.

It wasn’t until one late Sunday night workout. I had spent the weekend in my studio working and didn’t get to the gym until nearly 11pm. I saw my guy that night working out, and judging by which exercise he was on, he was nearly finished. I stole my glances at his beautiful chest and arms, then went to do my workout. By the time I finished, I noticed my guy was missing. He must have finished and gone home by now. I head myself over to the locker room so I can shower and get my tired ass home.

When I entered the locker room, I noticed a large gym bag on the bench near my locker. As I started to undress, I couldn’t help looking over into the gym bag, which contained shoes, gym clothes, and a bright orange towel. I recognized the shoes as my guy’s shoes! Thought I couldn’t hear him in the shower, so I wondered where he must have been. It was unlike him to be here this late and to have a bag full of clothes. I continue to get undressed and then wrap my towel around me and walk toward the showers. On my way, I hear a urinal flushing and then out walks my guy and passes me, wearing nothing but his compression shorts! I could feel a stir in my cock as I couldn’t help but drop my jaw and stare at his bulge. He passed by me and just said, “Hey”, while making direct eye contact. I couldn’t be sure, but I swore I saw a slight smirk on his face. I figured he was like any other arrogant meathead who loved when people admired his body.

I continued to head to the showers and took the stall that was in the back across from the larger stall that was wheelchair accessible. Luckily, this was one of the few gyms in the city that had private stalls for showers. While lathering myself up, I hear the shower turned on in the stall next to mine. I pull the curtain slightly to look out and I see the bright orange towel. My hear began to quicken and my cock became even harder. I started jerking myself as quietly as I could, imagining myself sucking his cock. I didn’t even have a clue what he looked like naked, but I could sure imagine!

It wasn’t until after about 10 minutes of this that I realized he was still in his shower. I tried hard to listen and thought I could hear him jerking off! I thought this was too much of a coincidence for him to jack off at the gym in the showers right next to me. So I took a chance. I started jacking louder so he could hear. After a couple minutes, he stopped. I heard a voice say, “Having fun?”. Was he talking to me? Before I could even think, let alone reply, my curtain was opened and there he stood, stark naked and dripping wet with his 7” uncut cock. He flashed me a devious smile, showing those pearly whites of his.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the handicapped shower stall. I liked how aggressive he was being. He stepped into the stall with me and closed the curtain. I was scared as hell by this point. Not just because I knew what was about to happen, but because I could hear guys in the locker room now, so we weren’t alone. I’ve always been afraid of public sex for fear of being caught and arrested. But I was so turned on right now and he appeared to keep himself quiet so as not to raise suspicion that we were in the stall together.

I leaned in to kiss him and before my lips touch his, I fell a hard slap to my face. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back and said quietly, “I’m not a fag! But I’ve seen how you look at me. You want me, don’t you, faggot? You’re gonna suck my cock. Now.” With that, still gripping my hair, he pushed me to my knees and rammed his cock into my mouth all the way. Now, it’s not that his cock is 7”, that’s about my limit that I can handle anyway. It’s that his girth was nearly equitant to a Red Bull can! He began face-fucking me like a wild animal, all the while I’m gagging and trying not to make too much noise so other people can hear us. His cock was rock hard, so it hurt as it pounded the back of my throat. My jaw was starting to become really sore and I felt I couldn’t hold back the gagging anymore.

Suddenly, he left go of my hair and pushed my head off his cock and into the stall wall. He grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me to my feet. I was still coughing from the gagging on his cock. “Shut up, faggot,” he said as he slapped me. “You wanted this. Now you’re gonna get it. Too bad you coulnd’t get me off sucking my cock. Now I’m gonna have to fuck your ass.” With that, he spun me around and shoved me into the stall wall again. I sprawled my arms up the wall and spread my legs. I was scared shitless, but this was the hottest fuck I’ve ever experienced! He then turns on the shower and points it toward the floor to cover up noise. Again, he comes back to me and grabs my hair to pull my head back, then wraps his arm around my neck, almost in a choke hold, as he whispers into my ear.

“You ready for this, boy? I’m sure you’re a fuckin’ whore, so you can take this no problem!” He then pressed his muscular body right up against mine. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding up and down the crack of my now lathered up ass crack. Just that was driving me wild. Without warning, I felt the familiar pain of my asshole being stretched, only this hurt worse with just water instead of lube. I could feel his cock as it inched its way in and every ounce of pain that followed with its journey. My guy let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re a tight ass, aren’t ya?” He says while still nearly choking me. Finally he slams the last couple inches in and I let out a painful yelp as he let out a satisfying grunt. As he begins to thrust into me, I try to reach down to my own cock, but he blocks me and slams my wrist back to the wall. “Oh no, this isn’t for your enjoyment. You’re a tool now. I’m the only one who’s gonna get off here.” My cock is still raging hard while he’s fucking me with all he’s got. I hear another shower stall being turned on and really start to get scared. My guy doesn’t seem to mind an just keeps going, fucking my poor ass into soreness. I was whimpering by this point and could feel tears starting to form in my eyes. As much as this hurt, I was so engulfed in the thrill of being “taken” like this. Being practically raped in a gym shower by this macho stud who simply wanted to use me as his sex toy. I felt like I could cum without even touching myself.

“Get ready, boy. I’m gonna cum!” As soon as he said this, this pace quickened and he started ramming my ass with force so great I thought the wall would give. I could hear his breath become labored and his grunts more frequent. “Oh shit, here it comes, faggot!” He pulled himself out, spun me around and pushed me to my knees. Next thing I knew his cock was shoved to the back of my throat.

“Ahhhhhh, Fuck!”, he yelled as he began shooting bursts of hot cum down the back of my throat, followed by more grunting. He held the back of my head tightly so as not to let me loosen my mouth from his pulsating cock. Only as I started to gag did he release his vice-like grip from my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth, still dripping with cum. I choked on his cum and swallowed what hadn’t gone down already. I looked up at my guy to see him staring down at me with this satisfied look that told me he knew I was his bitch. And he knew that I knew. He just stared at me for a minute before he said, “Well? Clean of my cock!” I did exactly as he ordered and began licking his cock clean. I made sure to cover his balls as well, then went back to put the head of his cock in my mouth to suck out any last remaining cum so I could savor every last tasty drop. He must be on a good diet cause his cum tasted awesome!

As I finished, he leaned forward and gave me a love slap and said, “That’s a good boy. But weren’t not quite finished”. I wasn’t sure what he meant. He’d already face and ass fucked me, what else was there? He was just standing there, towering over me as I was still on my knees in front of him. He kept tensing his stomach, and then I knew what else he had in mind. The look on his face showed he knew I had figured it out. He just smiled at me and said, “Bet you must be thirsty after all that.” Never mind that the water had been running this whole time.

“Open your mouth, boy.” As I did as my guy commanded, he stepped forward and placed his no only semi-hard cock at the opening of my eager mouth. I had only once tried anything with pissing, and it was only a boyfriend who liked me to piss on him in the shower, but never in the mouth. I was still on my knees, waiting for his stream to start flowing. And when it did start flowing, holy shit! I wasn’t sure I could keep up with the flow! I didn’t know what to do, so I just let him fill my mouth and let it overflow onto the floor. Big mistake.

He stopped his stream and I received another slap to the face. “What do you think you’re doing?! You’re gonna swallow it! Now open your fuckin’ mouth again, and Don’t Spit It Out!” I again waited for his stream to resume and began guzzling his piss as fast as I could. Thankfully, he was well hydrated and didn’t have that nasty yellow piss most guys have, ya know, the smelly kind. This was actually enjoyable and I was loving the taste of his piss in my mouth, almost as much as his cum! I kept gulping down more piss as my mouth would fill up, until I finally just grabbed his cock and stuck the tip in my mouth and drank down every drop like from a hose, thus not wasting a single drop. He let out a grunt and said, “Yea, boy, that’s it. Get it all, you little faggot.”. I was really getting into this now. I was actually trying to “suck” the piss out of him.

After a minute, the stream ran dry. I continued to suck on his cock a bit more until he slapped my face away. “Like I said, I’m not a fag.” With that, he opened the stall curtain, walked out, and closed it behind him, leaving me there on my knees. I felt like shit. I just let myself get force fucked, humiliated, and abused. And I loved every minute of it!