Gay Erotic Stories

I just got a page from the receptionist letting me know that there was a general inquiry on the phone. I asked her for more details, and she told me the caller said he was in town from the States and was looking to get in a workout and a fitness assessment done at our gym. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, the kind that lend themselves to a dull and normally uneventful shift working at a gym indoors as a trainer. I thought, Why not? and picked up the call on hold. “Good afternoon, Jack speaking” I answered nonchalantly. Back came the sexy sound of a masculine southern drawl. “Hi Jack, this is Dave. I am up from Raleigh on business and I know that your gym is affiliated with mine back home. I was just checking to see if it’s all right to come on over for a workout?” “Sure,” I replied, curious to see the man behind the accent, “but we do close at 6 tonight.” I quickly checked my watch to make sure this stranger would have enough time to come down. Good, it was only 2:30. “I was wonderin’,” the voice continued, “if any of your trainers have time to do a quick assessment while I am there?” Hmmm, this could be interesting after all. There had been nothing to look at all day, and a half-naked guy in front of me could at least brighten my afternoon! I replied, “Well Dave, we normally reserve that for our members, but I am not at all booked this afternoon, so why not...just don’t tell my boss”. He chuckled and responded, “Great, I really appreciate it Jack, I will be there in about a half hour.” And with that, he hung up. I was “busy” reading the local paper for about the tenth time when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone walk in that I had never seen before. While he was chatting to the receptionist, our eyes met and he raised his eyebrows and flashed a quick smile out of the side of his mouth. I nearly fell out of my seat...this guy was beautiful. He was wearing a snug white T-shirt and a pair of well worn and fitting jeans. He had short blond hair in a military cut and remarkable crystal blue eyes. He had that whole “Abercrombie & Fitch” look happening - striking, clean cut, and well built. I guessed about 5’11 and about 175 pounds of man! His upper body was breathtaking - powerful shoulders, thick arms, flat stomach, and pecs you just wanted to run your hands over and over. The T-shirt framed his masculinity well, but did not hide his slightly erect nipples. His gym bag was slung over his shoulder and his thumbs were hooked into his front belt loops, conveniently framing a sizable basket. I thought, Finally, something nice to look at this afternoon and wondered which location he usually worked out at. My wandering thoughts were interrupted by the front desk girl, ringing me to tell me that my appointment--Dave, was here to see me. My heart skipped a couple beats and I had to take a deep breath before going over and introducing myself. This was just too good to be true I thought as I made my way over to greet him. I extended my hand, “So you must be Dave, it’s a pleasure!” His grip was firm and he smiled back, “Pleasure’s all mine Jack. I hope this didn’t inconvenience you coming down on such short notice like this?” “Not at all,” I managed to get out without letting him know I was ready to jump on him any second. “Go get yourself changed in the locker room over there and I will meet you back in the trainer’s room,” I added, pointing to show him where it was. “Great, see you in a bit,” he said as he turned to go to the change rooms, affording me a fantastic view of his tight butt. For what seemed like an eternity, I waited in my office for him. He suddenly appeared in the doorframe and announced, “Well, I’m ready if you are.” I swallowed hard and welcomed him in, as I got up to close the door behind him and locked it. “For privacy,” I quickly said. He laughed and replied, “I sure wouldn’t want anyone walking in when I am half naked now would I?” We went into some small talk, a little about my background and my certifications as I do with all my new clients. He seemed pretty impressed with the fact I was a varsity setter for my university volleyball and that I had worked with several national teams. Dave, it turns out, was an ex-Marine (that explained that body!) that was now in the satellite communications field and was attending a Technology Expo here in town for the week. We moved on to stuff about his training regimens and stuff about gyms in general. I was trying to keep myself composed, but I could not help but be drawn in by his charm, his penetrating eyes, his looks, and his physique. I was sitting in front of an incredible specimen of a man and the anticipation of him stripping down and me taking his measurements was getting me aroused and a little flushed. I switched the talk over to the nature of the assessment and what I would be doing. As I mentioned the measurement, a quirky smile crept over his face. I asked him whether he preferred his composition to be calculated electronically or using calipers. He replied without hesitation, “Calipers.” Thank you Dave I smiled and thought to myself! I walked over to the cabinet to get my tape measure and calipers and turned around to see him with his shirt already off and just peeling off his shorts. As he straightened up in only his boxer-briefs, he smiled. He was even more stunning than I had imagined just a few minutes earlier. His torso was naturally smooth and very well defined...hard and defined pecs and abs. His legs were very strong...thick quads and well shaped calves lightly covered in fine blond hair. I checked to see if my initial reaction to his basket was correct, I wasn’t disappointed. I did the caliper sights first, struggling to pinch any significant amounts of body fat on him. I did the standard nine sites: pecs, biceps, triceps, hip, upper back, lower back, quads, and calf. I let my hands rest a little longer than usual to get a feel of this guy, he didn’t seem to mind. I switched to my measuring tape and worked my way up his body this time. I let my hands caress him ever so slightly as I slowly wrapped the tape around his calves, then his thighs. At this point, I was on my knees in front of him and the temptation to bury my face into his crotch just inches in front of me was almost overwhelming. Instead, as I finished his right thigh, I let my hand “innocently” brush against his crotch as I raised myself to do his waist next. To my surprise, it was not completely soft and I heard a very low moan escape his lips. I looked into his eyes and saw the unmistakable look of lust and wanting in them. I managed to say something like “Almost done.” to which he responded with another, more audible, moan. My head was spinning at this point. He must have noticed my face getting flushed and my trying to awkwardly conceal my own growing hardness beneath my tracksuit pants. I had finished his waist and arms and pulled myself closer into him so I could get the tape around his back so I could do his chest. I brought the tape together so that both of my hands firmly cupped his pecs and rested there for a moment. My eyes shifted from the tape to his gaze and that is all I had to do... Dave pulled me right into him with his strong arms and kissed me deeply and with unbridled lust and passion. I felt an urgency in him, almost rough. I responding by thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth and letting my hands massage and knead his strong back muscles, forcing him against me even tighter. No longer exercising self- control, my cock hardened immediately and was greeting by his own hardness pulsing and pressing into mine. His hands shifted from holding me tight to frantically undressing me until i was stripped down to my boxers. He paused in his passionate assault to gaze upon my lean and well defined body and my cock that was straining to be released from its confines. His hands lovingly explored my lightly hairy chest, bringing my nipples to full attention with his touch, while he slowly ground his cock into mine, swiveling his hips to massage them together. His hand trailed down my abs and reached under the waistband of my briefs and pulled out my 7.5 inches of uncut meat. He squeezed it hard and began to slowly and rhythmically pump it. I let out a long, slow moan which was greeted by his lips locking with mine again. His masterful touch was bringing me closer and closer, so I gently pulled his hand away and I made my way down his body with my lips and tongue. As I kissed his neck, he gasped and moaned again. I let my lips explore his chest, pausing to suck each of his very erect nipples as my hands slid down his sides and around to his ass, slowly sliding down his underwear and releasing his own throbbing cock of about 8 cut inches. My tongue left his nipples and slowly trailed down his 6pack...lovingly feeling the hard ridges. His cock was brushing against my chest, leaving a slight trail of pre-cum as I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. I braced my legs inside of his and my hands stroked his thighs. I paused briefly to look up into his eyes and he responded with a look that could only be saying Please suck my cock. I licked his balls slowly and deliberately, paying equal attention to each one. Sucking on them, I could feel the weight of the load that would soon be erupting from them. With one hand, I slowly began stroking his meat, while my other hand made its way to his bubble butt, a finger gently exploring his hole. Dave’s moans became louder and more passionate as I continued to orally and manually stimulate him. I now let my tongue work its way slowly up the length of his shaft until it reached the head and I swirled my tongue around it, tasting every drop of his delicious pre-cum. I took inch by inch of his manhood into my mouth slowly, feeling it fill my mouth a little more at a time. My own dick was throbbing like crazy, so I let one of my hands wander down to slowly pump it while my other one slid slowly up his stomach and chest and found one of his nipples where I pinched and squeezed it, eliciting even more sounds of ecstasy from him. My tempo of sucking his meat increased, and his hands had moved to rest on the back of my head to guide me onto his shaft. He caressed my hair lovingly and just kept moaning...”Oooh Jack, yeaaaahhhh” as I continued my relentless and furious oral assault. Just as I realized I could not hold back shooting my own load for much longer, Dave sank to his knees in front of me. He grabbed both of our cocks in his grip and started pumping them together and thrust his tongue back down my throat, his passion never abating for a second. Our moans echoed through each other as we both began shooting our loads, his strong hand pumping it out of us. As our climaxes finally subsided, he pulled me in close to him and sank back onto the floor. Our bodies were glistening with a mix of sweat and cum which I lovingly wiped off with a small towel...caressing his body once more. After what seemed like an eternity of just lying there in each others arms, we slowly got up to straighten ourselves out and left the room. He continued with his workout and I went back to my paper. As he left, he grabbed one of my cards and saying a goodbye and shaking my hand and holding the grip a little longer than usual, he left and went to check out with the receptionist. As I watched him leave, I sank back into my chair and tried to collect my thoughts. I left about an hour later, and looked around outside to see if he had come back and waited around for me. I got to my car and found a piece of paper on my windshield. I unraveled it, saw a phone number, and some writing. I read it to myself: Thanks again for the assessment. I am in town until Friday...would sure like to return the favor. Dave