Gay Erotic Stories

That summer was the best that Bruce and Sean had ever had. They were together almost every day, but Bruce never told his family where he went. When he was with Sean he, for the first time in his life, was really happy. The red convertible was put to good use as the two traversed the highways and byways, soaking up the summer sun. It was blazing hot that year, and in a couple of weeks both were brown and bronzed. Bruce seldom changed his attire, soaking up the sun in only his Levi cutoffs. The dark tan was in sharp contrast with the white skin under his cutoffs. Sean would make sure that Bruce was prepped with suntan lotion early in the morning, and throughout the day. He would spend almost 45 minutes covering every nook and cranny of Bruce's exposed skin. Then he would massage the oil into Bruce's muscular body, his wide shoulders and sturdy pecs, making sure that his muscle-god enjoyed every moment of it. He could feel the electrifying tingle shoot through his entire body every time he touched the 15-year-old stud. Then he would work his way down to Bruce's massive legs, taking both hands and feeling the beautiful mass of black hair that adorned them. Sometimes Bruce would lie on the couch as Sean worked his fingers to relax every part of his body. Sean could hardly comprehend the beauty of the young stud as he lay there, completely relaxed. Occasionally, Bruce would point to a portion of his frame that needed more attention. He would flip over after a while so Sean could do his back. "Do my traps and delts, they really hurt from lifting," he would say. After that they would get into the car and spend the balance of the morning taking in the countryside. At noon Sean would buy him whatever he wanted for lunch, and that was always a lot. Bruce had lost his summer job that year, and wasn't looking too lard to find another. He was enjoying the summer with Sean--and that was all that mattered. Later in the afternoons Bruce, after making a pit stop at home, would set out for the weight room at school, which was open all year. He was back on his Creatine, thanks to Sean, and he could feel the results. More than that he had gained almost five pounds of solid muscle in the first month. Sean would measure him too, and kept a record of his progress. The heavy workouts were paying off and he was making more progress than ever before. He was a more impressive sight now than ever before, as the dark brown suntan enhanced his rippling muscles. Even more amazing was that Sean, too, had gained almost four pounds with Bruce's coaching. Bruce had come by one day and set up a training program for him; so while Bruce was working out at school Sean was working out at home. His young body was still pliable and he had not lost his muscle tone. When the two compared their weight gains Bruce was amazed. He hugged Sean, telling him, "See, if it hadn't been for me you never would have tried so hard!" Sean chuckled, running his hands through Bruce's mop of long hair. "I love that hair, Bruce," he said, "It's really cool." One weekend the stepfather and his mother decided to go visiting relatives over the weekend. "I'm sure you can take care of yourselves," she told the boys. There was no way Bruce was going to share the house alone with Bob. He knew that Bob and his drunken buddies would party every evening, and probably gang up on him. He had to do something quickly. He asked Sean if he could stay at his house. "Hey, no problem Bruce. I've got twin beds in my room and I'd be glad to have you come. Just bring your toothbrush." On Friday evening Bruce went to stay the weekend with him. "We'll have a great weekend together," Sean told him. On Saturday morning Bruce was up and tugging away on Sean's foot. "Huh? What?" he exclaimed as he awoke. There was his teenage Adonis in only a jockey strap, standing over the bed. "Rise and shine Sunshine, we gotta do some workouts before we eat," "O.K., O.K., what do you have in mind?" "For starters, I want you to help me do some pushups," Bruce said. "How do I do that?" "Well, I'm going to do them right now on the rug here, and I want you to get on top of me, and hold on to my pecs, and that'll give me 154 pounds more weight," Bruce said. Sean couldn't believe it was happening. "Common," Bruce said, as he assumed the position in preparation for sit-ups. "I want to see how many times I can do this with the added weight." The young teacher hopped out of bed, only too glad to accommodate his friend. He mounted Bruce's muscular body, reaching down and grabbing his sturdy pecs with his hands. He placed his legs over Bruce's, and forced the side of his face down next to the kid's. Bruce's body was immense, everything was muscle, he observed, as the back of his head rested against Bruce's 16" neck. "You count," Bruce said. Then, with his arms in place he began. Soon he had done ten, then 15, and then twenty. Sean was thinking that he couldn't even do 20 with his own weight, and here this kid kept on going. Soon they reached 25. "That's it," Bruce said, his muscular body wet with sweat. Sean had been slipping and sliding around on Bruce since the count of ten. The two got up. "You did great Bruce," Sean told him. For Sean it had been the most exciting experience he ever had. He was fascinated by the kid that he had gotten to know so well, and in such a short time. Each day it seemed the fascination just increased. He never knew what to expect from his younger friend, but it was fun! By Sunday evening both of them thought it was the greatest weekend they had ever had. Bruce had taken a breather from the workouts over the weekend, but the next day he was back in the gym. With summer's end...he was bench-pressing 250 pounds, thee times! When he checked himself out one night he weighed 185 and he had grown another inch, making him six feet tall--two inches taller than Bob! His chest had expanded to 43" and his biceps were pumped up to 15 1/2 inches, his waist remained at 29". His thighs and legs were even more massive than they had been before. And he was turning l6 in September. Looking at himself in the mirror it was his first realization that he finally had achieved his lifelong goal--he was bigger than Bob--a lot bigger, and a lot stronger. Knowing Sean had been the turning point. It was then that he really pushed to show off to Sean, along with taking the Creatine that Sean had paid for. And Sean was always there to encourage him. It had meant a lot to him. Now he awaited the day when he could take Bob, and that day was not far off. He would wait for the right opportunity, and knew he would win! But it had to be the right time, when he could catch Bob off guard. Bob, too, had seen his younger brother developing beyond comprehension that summer. It seemed he was bigger every day; it was really bothering Bob, but he said nothing about it. Bob and even his stepfather hardly said much of anyting to him anymore. Bruce knew why. Both of them were scared shitless, and they didn't know what to do about it. ------TO BE CONTINUED. Comments to: OJT1O@netscape.net