Gay Erotic Stories

This is a story I’ve never told anyone. Only me and one other person know the details of what I’m about to reveal. It’s a story of me and my first sexual encounter. My name is Brian and as a kid, I was always really reserved and quiet. Never caused problems or complained and always kept to myself. People would think I was a little awkward until they got to know me. Once I became comfortable with someone, I was the most sarcastic talkative person around. That’s what happened at gymnastics. I had done gymnastics since I was seven-years-old. At age ten, I started competing on the boys’ team and went to 6 or 7 competitions every year. My first coach was a very hard man. He had a strong personality and wasn’t afraid to use it. Within a couple years, he was ready to be married and a new coach came under him. This man was exactly the opposite in many ways. He had great experience with some amazing gymnasts. He lived and breathed gymnastics. Most importantly he was more concerned with technique and had a kinder personality. In many ways, he became like a father to all of us. His name was Ryan. It didn’t take long for me to become comfortable with him and the sarcasm began. I always had a knack for coming up with a zinger right at the appropriate moment and that made me one of the guys. I always had a huge attraction to Ryan. He was fit, but not ripped. He had a perfectly hairy body with a gorgeous chest, which I only saw on two occasions but it was enough to know that I loved it. His hair was dark black and waved back behind his head. He also had a moustache, which tipped the scale on his masculinity. For so masculine a man, he was so kind and thoughtful always getting to know us guys the best he could. I was still a little reserved around him because I was so attracted to him and I think that intrigued him. Despite all of this, Ryan never showed the slightest bit of physical affection to any of us. He was always very professional in his work. But I noticed something different about me. I thought it was probably just my imagination until it went beyond that. It all started my senior year. I was still a virgin because I just didn’t warm up to people very easily and in some sense I felt I was saving myself for him. Anyway, Ryan started doing this stretch on me that required me to lie on my back and put my feet in the air in an L shape. He would then stand over my head, put my feet on his chest, and stretch the back of my legs. This wasn’t a new stretch for any of us, but he only did it on me and there was no explanation as to why he started in the first place. The great thing about this stretch was I got a glorious view of his crotch from underneath him. I always looked and did my best to see what he had on. He wore briefs and not just “tightie whities” but ones with stripe designs and such. He would also do this stretch on me during the strangest times. Just out of nowhere, he’d say “Get down on the floor!” I’d get down and enjoy a few moments of pure bliss. For some reason, I felt he knew I was looking and enjoying it. Why else would he do this only to me and so often? Unfortunately he went along acting in much the same professional way. It wasn’t until the end of that year, when I had just turned 18 that something finally happened. It happened my senior year. I had qualified for the Men’s Junior Olympic Nationals, the highest honor for a gymnast at my level. Over the year, all of my teammates got injuries and had finished competing for the year. I only had one slight injury on my ankle, but it wasn’t bad enough to stop me from competing. This was my last competition of the year and it was held across the country. My parents would usually go with me, but considering my age and the cost, they let me go with Ryan alone. Immediately my mind went to what could happen. The whole plane ride there went as usually and once we got to the hotel room, Ryan started going over the next few days and the preparation involved. The next few days were just that: preparation. Nothing different happened and the whole time I didn’t see an ounce of skin. He seemed so careful. I told myself he was waiting until after the competition, but that just seemed too impossible. The best part up ‘til then was the fact that we only had one big bed, so I got to sleep right next to the man of my dreams. I was too scared to try anything and so just laid next to him feeling the warmth that came off of his body. The competition came and went just as quick. Soon we sat together in the rental car driving back to the room. I had lost all hope of anything exciting happening. I knew it was all in my head. Ryan’s tone had changed though. He seemed sad to think that the last competition we’d ever have was finally over. We talked about the years and shared some good memories. When we got back to the room, Ryan said something that almost floored me. He said, “Now let’s get you out of that uniform and put some cream on that ankle.” “Ok” I said, not fully knowing what he meant. He came over to me and started helping me out of my uniform. He went slow with it, almost like he wanted to enjoy every piece of clothing he pulled from my body. My cock started hardening and I could feel the embarrassment that was about to come. He got me down to my white briefs and any secret that I had held about him was now lost. I had a small slim body with some definition due to conditioning. I didn’t grow much hair except on my legs, crotch, and ass and there I was in nothing but briefs with a semi that was getting harder by the moment. He eyes went straight to my cock and I coughed out “Sorry.” He said, “It’s ok Brian, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I suddenly relaxed and then he said, “To tell you the truth I have one too right now.” Then he winked at me and my breathing deepened. My heart raced at the astonishment of what he just said to me. Could he actually be attracted to me? Then without letting me get dressed, he went to work on my ankle. I sat on the bed and didn’t know what to think. My mind and emotions were going crazy. And my cock hurt because it was so hard. His hands were rough though from years of his own gymnastics career. He gently touched my ankle and rubbed in the cream. Then he said “What this ankle needs is a soak in some hot water. How ‘bout we take a bath before dinner?” Again he included himself in the activity and there was no longer any doubt. He went and started the bath and returned to help me out of my briefs. My cock flung straight out. I was cut, had a nice bush going, and a cock that curved slightly downwards. There I was exposed, 6.5" long but nothing to be ashamed of and from the look on his face, he was enjoying the view. I got into the bath in just enough time to watch him undress in the bathroom. Again he went slow with it until he revealed those briefs that I had seen before. These were very tight, striped blue and green and a nice tuff of pubic hair came out the top. His body was perfect everything I had imagined. Nice and muscular and covered in black silky hair. There it was, his hard on, and in a few moments I would be seeing the object of my desire fully nude. He looked at me, smiled and dropped his briefs. His cock was rock hard, hairy, uncut and curved up so it pointed towards the ceiling. He hurried over to the bath making his 7.5" cock and balls bounce every step and then jumped right in.