Gay Erotic Stories

It was almost two weeks before I became comfortable with my gym "shower show" fame. The first few days after the indecent, I tried to stay as far from the showers as possible, working mostly at the reception desk or cleaning and adjusting the equipment on the gym floor. Over time I became comfortable with the extra attention I was receiving. My boss Todd said I needed to start, "showing the goods again". He said that a muscle guy like me needed to show it all as an example of what could be gained by working out in the gym. He also said that if some guys "got off" seeing me naked at least it would keep bringing them back to the gym, and that meant more money for the gym.

The other guys joked about it for a few days calling me Woody, Big One or The Flasher. Just locker room humor mostly, although I sensed a few others wanted to do more than joke, watching me every time I walked in the room or constantly complementing me on how well I looked. A couple even started rubbing my shoulders or copping a feel of my arms or chest. I had always thought of myself as straight so this was weird. But there was something exciting about thinking a guy could get aroused by looking at my muscular body. So what did I care if I was watched in the showers.

While this was happening at work I had started my college classes. I picked up an evening figure drawing class, thinking it would be an easy grade. Hell, I'd even get to watch a nude model for a few hours on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Three weeks into the class I was beginning to regret the choice. I wasn't that good of an artist and the two models, one male and one female, weren't the best specimen of human form. The school needed to hire someone with muscle. I even thought I'd do it, if it didn't require standing naked in front of 30 men and women.

On the third week into the class I came straight from work. I was wearing my gym uniform that my boss Todd required, which consisted of a tight sleeveless muscle shirt and white, square cut shorts. Todd had even required I wear white pouch- style thong briefs as he thought regular briefs showed through the shorts. That seemed to make sense to me. Over the shorts I had pulled on long black gym pants.

About twenty minutes into the class we realized the model was not going to show up. Dr. Roberts, the instructor, said this was disappointing as she was planning to review arm and shoulder musculature. She then looked at me and said, "I have an idea. Jay how about being our model today?" I'm sure I looked embarrassed as the class started shouting encouragements. Dr. Roberts said all I had to do was stand on the dais as she reviewed my arms and shoulders. She said as I was wearing a sleeveless shirt, I was perfect. Also my large muscles were perfect for this demonstration.

As I stood there, Dr. Roberts had me hold my arms in different positions as she explained arm and shoulders muscles. As I flexed my shoulders she pointed out how my pecs flexed. She then said, "Jay, I have never had a model with such a pronounced chest. I'd like to use this great opportunity to review the upper body with the class. Do you mind taking your shirt off?" I thought what the hell, no problem, and pulled my shirt off to the applause of the class.

I turned to find Dr. Roberts looking over my bare upper body with a strange look in her eyes. Her reaction towards me changed. She looked as if she had just been given an object she needed for her personal use. A tool to manipulate for her own pleasure. As she started explaining body structure she started to feel and push my muscles, having me flex then taking a piece of grey chalk and outlining my muscles right on my skin. She did the same to the muscle on my back, having me twist and bend as she traced my skin with her hand and the chalk.

When she got to my abs she said, "Get on the floor do a crunch and hold it". She then had the class circle around me as she outlined my abs. She then said, "Class, in order to understand the muscles you need to feel the structure. In groups of five at a time I want you to explore the muscles. Each group has five minutes to explore."

Holy shit! I was just turned into an object for the class to use as they wished. Before I could protest Dr. Roberts said to the people close to me, "Go on, this is a great opportunity. Jay doesn't mind. A body likes his is meant to be displayed and used for all to learn from and enjoy. Male perfection is beautiful and must be shared.

For the next thirty minutes, six groups of people spent time feeling and examining my naked upper body. At first they were very clinical, carefully exploring muscles, but by the time the third group started with their turn, the mood became somewhat erotic. Both men and women were given a safe opportunity to explore the male form and they were using it. Every inch of my upper body was felt and caressed.

As someone started circling and lightly fondling my nipples, Dr. Roberts said, "Yes, that is good. Notice how the nipples become erect when stimulated. It is important for the artist to know how the body reacts to different stimulation. In that way your drawings of the human form will be more realistic." By the time the last group started with their turn I had become an object for their use. I was flipped over, made to bend, flex, lightly punched, and caressed. My nipples were pinched and played with so much they became more erect than they had every been.

It was then that I realized that more than my nipples were erect. While laying on the floor, in the middle of a class of thirty people, with all eyes staring, and hands feeling all over my upper body, my dick was engorged to its full nine inches of bulging, throbbing capacity and pressing hard against my pants, fully outlined in the fabric, and I didn't care.

Next up, a lesson on lower body anatomy.