Gay Erotic Stories

“Slap” went the hand of the wrestling official on the mat. Every muscle in my body was straining, holding my sweaty opponent to the mat. “You can let him go now,” said the referee. “You are on your way to Nationals.” I felt my now defeated adversary’s body relax in my still tight cradle hold. Juan and Peter ran out to congratulate me on the victory. Coach said, “Dick, you’re the stud!” Then he turned to Juan and Peter and said, “1 hour a day in the pool and same in the weight room.” “Get him ready for the Nationals!”

It was a tough two weeks. Juan and Peter kept me swimming and pumping, iron that it. One night my cock was rock hard, when Juan walked into my room. Juan laughed and said, “Keep it down El Gallo, you need all the testosterone in your balls for the Nationals.”

Weigh-in was a stud’s paradise--a locker room full of naked, heavy duty, chiseled studs with cocks and balls hang-in everywhere. As I stepped on the weight scale the weight coach said, “Young man, I think your father was a horse.” Some guys laughed, and a few clapped. It told me they all noticed this hard-earned body.

I easily won the first two matches, with semi-finals up next. I won it 5 to 2, but energy was running low. Tomorrow night was the finals, and I needed to be physically and psychology ready. That evening in the hotel room, Juan was mixing up his special creatinin, glutamine, and juice drink for me. Juan said, “El Gallo, I’m adding special Latino stuff in here for you. “You will be more than ready for tomorrow night’s match.”

I went to bed early, as Juan had left and it was quite in the room. This was a poor room, no AC, sink outside of the small bathroom, had to call to get clean towels, two twin beds that were not made up. Two more nights and we were out of here. I drifted off to sleep when I heard the door open and close. I could hear belt being unbuckled, zipper down, and clothes dropping to the floor. I don’t think Juan ever wore a fucking thing to bed, but neither did I. I woke to the sound of hard breathing and turned to look at the bed just a few feet beside mine. I said, “Juan will you quit jacking off and go to sleep?” In the dim light from the window I could see a cock spurting cum into the air. His body was flexing with each blast of cum. The hard breathing stopped and I knew he was done losing a hot load.

Without warning a hand wiped across my abs up to my chest. Wet cum was smeared all the way up and onto my pecks. I opened my eyes to see Peter’s face inches from my face. Peter said, “Hi Dick. My boys wanted to cum over and visit your boys.” I felt his tongue began to lick the cum off my chest. Every muscle in my body jumped to ridge. His tongue moved down my chest to my abs. I moaned with pleasure. I had a rock hard cock that was waiting for a warm tongue to arrive. My leg muscles tightened as Peter’s tongue licked around my cock head. His lips tightened around my cock. Peter’s head suddenly moved to my face and he said, “Let’s wrestle, cock man.”

I grabbed him and swung him around onto my bed. My cock immediately found his tight ass. My cock slipped into Peter’s tight ass hole. I held Peter tight in my strong arms and pushed to get all my fat cock into his tight ass. Peter strained under the pressure and groaned with pain and pleasure. After a few hard thrusts, my balls felt his hard ass. I was hot, sweating and just wanted to fuck this tight ass. Peter said, “Dick, dominate me, Dick, fuck me hard.”

Every muscle in my body was in full power as I slammed a hot load of cum into Peter’s tight ass. I pulled out my still rigid cock that was still dripping cum. Peter reached to grab a hold my cock and said, “You are ready for the Championship match, Stud Man. You are the Man. Dominate that stud tomorrow night!” I lay back down in the bed, breathing hard, and drifted off to sleep.