Gay Erotic Stories

Working out was a stress relief for Johnny "The Bull" Stamboli, he was there a lot anyway, so he thought he could release his anger and stress on his muscles. Johnny positioned himself under the bar that lay before him on the bench, in the empty gym with no one around, Johnny always trying to out do himself put a little more weight than usual, now realizing he couldn't handle all of the weight on the bar, the bar slowly came down on his chest, this was one of the few things that scared The Bull, being suffocated by something he was so good at. With loss of breath, Johnny could not scream for help, all he could do is hope someone could help him, anyone.

Johnny heard loud footsteps rush up to him and help, feeling the weight slowly pull off his chest. He looked up to see who saved his life, he saw what he thought to be an angel in disguise, wearing a white tank top, and darker skin all around it, and he saw his good friend Chuck Palumbo. Through his white tank, you can see his sexy body, and the expression on Chuck's face was concern, but all of that changed as he saw that Johnny was okay.

"Trying to out do yourself again, huh?" Chuck joked.

Johnny just smiled and said, "What the hell are you doing here? This place was empty, I didn't hear the door open."

"You shouldn't care why I'm here, I just saved your ass."

"True, but what are you doing here?" questioned The Bull.

"That doesn't matter," Chuck said in a joking matter, "but since you’re here I've been wanting to ask you something."

"Okay, but I'm going to get a run, so just come over here with me."

Johnny walked over to the treadmills alongside Chuck, Chuck wanted to tell Johnny the truth about the way he felt about him, but couldn't. Stamboli got on the treadmill and started it up kind of fast, he liked to sweat as he ran, helps relieve stress. Johnny now jogging at about the speed six, and started to sweat a little, he pulled of his tight white shirt to reveal his hot, Italian body, his sexy ripped abs, cut muscled pecs, a flawless body for this sexy Italian stud. With this sight of Johnny, running, building up a sweat, Chuck had to sit down and try to cover the tent that was building in his light blue jeans, he couldn't have Johnny find out this way.

The treadmill slowed as the sweaty Bull stepped off, grabbed a towel, and rubbed the sweat off his perfect body. "Now what did you want to ask me about?"

"Well, I've been thinking... about this person, and I don't know how to tell that person about the way I fell and..."

"So you really like this girl, huh?"

"Yeah, and... I don't know how I should tell this person." Chuck told Johnny trying not to reveal his feelings.

"Well, if you really like this girl, you should probably surprise her, like grabbing her and pulling her into a kiss. If she shares her tongue, you know she feels the same."

They stand there silently for a moment, until silence was broken as Chuck pulls Johnny closer to him locking lips with the man he loves. Amazed, not knowing what to do, Johnny shares his tongue, giving Chuck what he wants, this one time.

"What the fuck was that?!" Johnny yelled, "I don't know just go somewhere... get the fuck away from me!" Johnny yelled as he stormed from that part of the gym back to the lonely part of the gym, the benches.

Johnny sat there, alone, thinking about what happened, did he actually enjoy it? He thought to himself. A tent began to grow in his dark blue gym shorts, what was happening to him? How could he get this way from Chuck?

With instinct, Johnny began to massage his clothed crotch, not knowing what was going on, he felt sick and aroused at the same time by the tongue that had invaded, somehow he enjoyed it. Johnny could not help it, he began stroking his cock faster and faster through his gym shorts.

Knowing the gym was empty, Johnny decided not to move, no one was going to see him. He slid off shorts, and his huge Italian meat slapped up towards his ripped abs. Johnny sat back on the cold bench and shuddered from the chill. He lay back on the bench so his head was under the bar, a spread his legs so his feet touched the floor on both sides. He gripped his cock, and started slow at first, still not sure if he was alone.

As he picked up speed, he began rubbing his chest and abs, he always had a thing for rubbing himself as he jerked off. For the first time in Johnny's life he fantasized about another man as he jerked off, he imagined what it would be like to be with Chuck, to experience that kiss once again, he fantasized about getting head from Chuck and having that amazing tongue swirl around his cock, Johnny imagined his cock entering the tight hole of Chuck and pumped harder and harder until he would blow his load in Chuck's ass.

Still rubbing his body, he picked up speed, still thinking about the only man he ever fantasized about. He felt such pleasure come through his body, he had to sit up, he cupped his balls and began to pump his cock into his hand faster, beginning to feel sensations as he moaned in great pleasure.

Jerking off faster than he has ever before, Johnny grasped the weight bar to support himself as he pumped harder and faster, caused him to grip the bar harder. All Johnny could yell is, "Oh fuck!" and throw his head back, as he shot load after load of hot cum on his hot, sweaty, muscular body, he couldn't help but shudder from the amazing event.

He got up again on his feet and walked nude to the empty shower, Johnny walked in, turned on the hot water and washed away any trace of cum from he shot from his long Italian cock. He had just shut off the water to be startled by Chuck, the man he just fantasized about.

"I'm sorry about what happened, Johnny."

"Fuhgetaboutit." The Bull responded.

"That's quite a show you put on in there."

Johnny only smiled as he walked out of the shower passed his good friend, his new fantasy, all that could be heard was a sigh that came from Chuck, who had hoped for more from the man the call "The Bull."

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