Gay Erotic Stories

I was just recovering from knee surgery after my motorcycle lost a battle with an out of control car. Let me tell you a little about myself. I was cocky 26-year-old Seal, 6’2”, 210 lbs of solid, very worked-out muscle. Unlike my buds, I liked the hairy body with which I was blessed. I have very classic Italian looks, and would have really thick black hair if I didn’t keep it buzzed.

The day my life changed, my doctor had told me I could start working my upper body again, “Just be careful with your knee,” he said. I was really psyched with my workout. I always am. I loved the way my pecs stretched out my shirt, and the way the sleeves hugged my big arms. Like I said, it was really good to be back at the gym. Today was a particularly peaceful workout, considering I was there really close to closing time. I had given myself enough time to hit the steam room, to give my knee a little heat. Ah, I love closing time at the gym…the steam room was empty…I got to be in there by myself, not with all the fags who like to gawk at my body. With the steam room empty, I took advantage and got completely naked. The heat felt really good on my package. I was so stressed about stuff, and the heat was so relaxing that I fell asleep. That proved to be the biggest mistake of my life.

What awoke me finally, was a very strong odor, kinda like Vicks Vaporub, and with all the steam, the smell was really strong. I looked up to see where the smell was coming from and I realized I wasn’t alone. Standing over me was the front desk guy, wearing nothing but a towel. He said, “The gym’s all closed, and you almost got locked in.” He said it in an accent that sounded sort of like the guys we are at war with. I remember not being really thrilled with that. I also notice, however, that he must’ve spent some time on the other side of the desk, because he had an okay body, I guess; about 5’9”, 180lbs, real smooth though.

Since I had no real desire to be locked in the gym or in the steam room with “the enemy,” I went to grab my towel, but it wasn’t there. And that smell was starting to get to me, I started feeling light headed. Front desk guy starts making conversation.

“I noticed your Seal tattoo on your arm,” he said, in a very soothing voice.

“What about it,” I said, feeling a little weird, wanting to leave but feeling kinda heavy.

“You all think you’re pretty hot shit, don’t ya?”

That started to piss me off, but I was also starting to feel something else, something really strange. Before I realized what was going on, front desk guy said, “ I see the formula’s working,” and he looked at my crotch.

Sure enough, my cock was semi-hard, and growing! “What the fuck’s going on,” I thought out loud, still looking for my towel, and trying to get up. I had never had a gay thought in my life, and here I was getting a boner in a steam room with a camel jockey!

“I saw your hot ass strut in here, and I figured I‘d start a battle of my own. That smell is an old Middle Eastern family formula, makes you very lustful and, coupled with the sound of my voice, takes away all the fight out of you. Soon enough, your hot Seal body will be mine!”

I was so much bigger than this guy was; I was ready to fuck him up! As I got up to get him, he grabbed both my nipples and twisted real hard!

“Oh fuck, my pecs!” I yelled.

But the more he twisted the more my cock grew. It was getting harder and harder growing real close to its max of 9.5 inches.

“You need a real good dose now. This should put you away!” And with that, he shoved his armpit in my face, and I tried to hold my breath, but could not. My next inhale was so deep, that my lungs filled with the scent, every part of my body was sex-charged, and my cock was fully engorged and throbbing! My mind was just filled with hypnozonked lust, and I had no fight left.

“Now we will have some fun, my Seal slave!”

Do you want Part 2? Let me know at hiptohypno@yahoo.com.