Gay Erotic Stories

He was twenty years old, an aspiring tool-and-die student (if such a thing exists), and he had the body of an Adonis. His name was Jon. It was a Thursday night, just after ten, when he strolled into the gym for a workout. He treasured his lean, but muscular, body, and wanted to keep himself in good shape. After locking his bags up in the locker room -- he had come dressed for the occasion -- he started his workout routine: 10 minutes on the treadmill, 10 minutes on free weights, 10 minutes on the "big" weight machine, and 10 more minutes on a different treadmill. He worked his body hard, as he was planning a trip to the beach on the weekend and wanted to be in perfect tanning shape. All the while he watched a basketball game on the television. Jon scanned the gym for any good-looking guys, but saw mostly women working out at the late hour. On Thursday, the gym closes at eleven, so he knew that if he didn't see anyone now, no one else would be likely to stop in for the rest of the night. Jon finished his routine just after 10:30, and headed to the locker room to shower and change. As he trodded down the stairs, he noticed another guy walking in front of him. Slender, but built at the same time, Jon eyed him closely as he made his way to the locker room. He looked a couple of years younger than Jon. Perhaps eighteen or so, he thought to himself. "How're you doin' tonight?" Jon asked as he followed him into the change room. The new face turned around and, very friendly, responded with a, "Great. How 'bout you?" Jon thought he might even be younger after seeing his face. Maybe only seventeen, in fact. Nevertheless, he found him quite pleasing to look at. "I'm Jon." "I'm Andrew," came the reply, without a handshake. "I've never seen you around here." "I was just about to say the same thing to you," Jon said as he pulled his gym bag out of his locker. "I've been working out here 3 times a week since October." Andrew told Jon that he did not normally work out on Thursdays; he had been too busy the night before and was trying to make up for it. He cited homework as his reason for missing the Wednesday. Jon had figured out that Andrew must be in high school. At the same time, Andrew was trying to hide his age from Jon, whom he thought to be 21 or 22. The two worked their way through standard introductions. Andrew was fiddling in his gym bag, while Jon was beginning to strip down for the shower. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and off his body, revealing a near-perfect torso: well-sized pecs, tightly defined abs, and strong arms to match. Andrew was trying hard to look as if he were searching for something in his bag. He was really waiting to check out his new friend. He liked his short, cropped brown hair. And he figured that, at six feet, he was just a couple of inches shorter than Jon. Like Jon, he trying to tell if the other was gay. The two had become involved in a discussion about gym routines. Andrew, Jon discovered, spent most of his time in weight training. It was then that Andrew had to quit stalling and stripped off his own shirt. For a teen, he was well-built, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and an impressive torso, complete with six-pack abs and all. By the time Andrew had pulled his shirt over the top of his head, Jon had was just pulling his boxers and shorts off the tips of his toes. He straightened, revealing his cock. It was the first thing Andrew saw after he finished pulling his shirt off, and he liked what he saw. He smiled in admiration at what was a well-formed unit: average length at best, in the softened form it was not more than 3 or 4 inches long. But the cut penis was of such nice proportion that Andrew found himself unable to take his eyes off the complete package that was presented in front of him. He quickly realized what he was doing, and afraid that Jon might be straight and offended by it, he jerked his head away. Jon, meanwhile, had pegged his friend as definitely being gay. He continued on in their conversation, not missing a beat. Andrew found himself surprised that Jon was conversing so non-chalantly while standing there completely naked. Jon turned around and pretended to do something with his locker, but was really just showing off his back side to Andrew, who again liked what he was seeing. Jon's back was muscular, as was his well-shaped ass. His legs, unlike his hair-free chest, had a nice complement of brown hair to highlight his muscular calves. He turned back toward Andrew, who was now in the final stages of undressing. He had just removed his shorts, and stood only in his boxers. Curious about his pal's age, he changed the subject of the conversation. "So," he began, grabbing his towel and starting to head for the nearby shower. "How old are you?" Andrew gulped, and while taking his boxers off, mumbled, "Seventeen." That was a lie, he was just fifteen. Jon looked back on Andrew, who was now fully nude, and was shocked at what he beheld. Andrew's dick was massive. Jon was envious that such a youthful person could have such a studly body, with the schlong to match! "I was talking about your age, not your dick size!" Jon responded, laughing. That was the confirmation that Andrew needed to know Jon was also gay. The older of the two turned away from the shower and walked instinctively toward the thick-dicked hunk, noticing not only his cock but his athletic thighs. He was definitely turned on. Without asking, Jon reached out to take a firm hold on Andrew's cut cock. Like Jon's, Andrew's dick was a sight to behold even before its size was taken into consideration. The size just added to the package. "How big is it?" Jon asked, astounded. Andrew knew quite well that his dick, when hard, measured over a foot long, but thought he'd play with Jon. "Well," he said. "We'd have to get it hard to find that out, wouldn't we? I see you've got a jump-start on the action." Jon hadn't noticed his own unit hardening to the point that it was sticking straight out of his body. "I'm gonna..." "Suck me off?" Andrew finished. "You sure are. But first, it looks like you need me to give you a good blowjob. There aren't any other guys around, are there?" "I'm pretty sure there aren't," replied the tool-and-die student. "Let's hit the showers." The two hard-bodied hunks moved into the common shower area and hit cranked the showers on. Andrew wasted no time in dropping to his knees. He grasped Jon's cock in his right hand, and stuck his tongue out to lick the already bulging head. Jon, wanting to enforce his seniority, grabbed Andrew's brown-haired head with both hands, and forced him to swallow the head and much of his shaft. Jon struggled to sort out fits of ecstasy and sheer joy. Andrew was loving every minute of the oral sex. He could feel Jon's mushroom head expanding inside his mouth. His shaft was as hard as bedrock. Andrew ran his hands along the body of the young Adonis. He began at the calves, then moved up to his muscular thighs, brushed by his balls, then moved to his rock-hard abs and his sexy pecs. Not able to reach much further, he ran back down his arms and back, pausing at the biceps. Jon alternated between looking down at his "subject" and thrusting his chin in the air to enjoy the moment. The water was teeming out of the shower head, and made him feel like a king, although he wasn't sure why. At one point, he took his hands off Andrew's head and folded his arms, chin up at the same time. He was trying to hold off what he thought was an imminent orgasm. "FUCK!" he exclaimed. "You are too fucking good at this!" Jon was ready to cum. "Get ready, kid. This is gonna fuckin' rock your world." Andrew's hands had just reached Jon's tight ass, and that's when the semen exploded out of Jon's schlong. Andrew swallowed some of it, then let some more ooze over his face. He could hardly believe what was happening. Just minutes ago, he hadn't even known this guy. Now, he was cumming all over him. Andrew got up from his knees. "Fuck," he said. He didn't know what else to say. Jon realized that the gym would be closing soon, and didn't want to waste anytime. "We better get going," he said. "It's time for me to show you a thing or two, Cobra." Having just jizzed himself, he wasn't sure if he was really ready to go at it, but after a good look at that mammoth piece of meat in front of him, he knew he was surely ready. He backed Andrew up against the wall, and got down in front of him. Andrew was already half-hard, as blowing Jon was quite the turn-on. Andrew moaned as Jon struggled to swallow the head of the "Cobra." He used one hand to hold the long, thick schlong in place while he sucked away. Jon ran his tongue up and down the shaft for several minutes, then took it off for air. He panted, as Andrew was doing. "You are one fucking piece of work," he told Andrew. Andrew stood slightly away from the wall. His manhood was now standing straight up, and despite the flow of water, it was pushing 14 inches in length. He lathered his chest and arms up with some soap, and was quite busy enjoying his own muscled body when Jon began working on his dick again. Andrew was quite content to moan in pleasure while Jon sucked him off. What seemed like an eternity passed before Jon could feel Andrew's cream hit the back of his throat at a hundred miles an hour. Andrew just moaned, although somewhat louder now, as the orgasm progressed. As Jon polished off the remainder of the white stuff, he collapsed on his back in exhaustion. Andrew just stood in awe, looking down on Jon's magnificent body, sprawled out on the shower floor. As they dressed and left, the two exchanged numbers, a few quick jabs at each other, and a firm handshake. "It's been a pleasure doing business," Jon remarked as they left the locker room.