Gay Erotic Stories

It was late one night at the Queen's Club in London, near the end of the tournament, and Goran Ivanisevic, the Croatian Sensation, had just waxed his opponent. The locker rooms at these tennis tournaments are usually filled with players, coaches, and various personnel, but Ivo's match was the last on court. He had beaten his opponent so badly, that the opponent went straight home, leaving himself in the locker room. As part of the training staff, I had to stick around for the completion of the match, but I figured I would pop back to the lockers to see if I could catch a glimpse of Goran in the nude. I was not disappointed. Only in the room for a few minutes, Goran came in, and dumped his back of raquets down, and gave me a brief nod, and in his thick Slavic accent said, "Hello." I smiled and nodded politely, and pretended to be gathering my belongings very slowly. Completely unabashed at my presence, he stripped his shirt off, revealing his tall, lean frame. Slightly muscular, but a six pack of abs and a nice chest. In one quick movement, he removed his shorts and undies, releasing his cock and balls. I was flabbergasted by what I saw. Sure, he's a tall guy, but I didn't expect him to have such an immense cock! There it hung down from a glorious patch of dark pubes. This sucker was a least a 10 incher, if my estimations were correct. I was standing close enough that I could inhale deeply, and got a tingly sensation from the smell of his manhood combined with the sweat of his match. He grabbed a towel and walked briskly towards the showers, which were like private cubicles. Damn! I knew I *had* to have another look at that hunk's cock, so when he went into a shower stall, I quietly slinked into another, not to take a shower, but to spy on Goran as he got out of the shower. After a few minutes, clean Goran came out, peeking around the lockers to make sure he was alone. He toweled himself off, spending extra time on his cock and pubes. I thought I was going to blow right there, but I had a great vantage point through a small hole in the shower door, and there was no way he could see me. Finally, he sat down, and thinking himself alone, began to massage his dick. Standing at full attention, I admired his manhood, a large mushroom head and long shaft, not overly thick. He began to get excited, and bounced up and down on the bench where he was sitting. Gradually, he took his thumb and slid it up his ass slightly, and then moved it faster and faster in time with his other fist. Several times he looked like he was going to blow, but held himself back. Suddenly, out of nowhere, steps could be heard, and out of the blue appeared Thomas Muster, the sexy Austrian with the finest ass and the tightest white shorts around. I expected Goran to be completely embarrassed sitting there jerking off, but a smile dawned upon his face, "Thomas, where have you been? I've been waiting for you." Muster sat on the bench, opposite his Croatian lover, and lashed his tongue inside the other's mouth, then gave small kisses to Ivanisevic's goatee. "I'm ready for you," he hissed. I thought I was going to cream in my shorts at any moment, but I could feel the cum boiling in my balls as Muster threw off his shirt and took off those tight white shorts, and bent doggie style over the bench. "Fuck me!" he begged." "Not so fast" replied the Slavic accent. Goran took his middle finger and deeply probed the Austrian's ass, getting him horny for a good fuck. He hunches forward and tongued the Austrian's anus, attempting to pique his partner's pleasure before the insertion. "I can't wait any longer!" Muster complained. So Goran obliged, and slid his humongous tool up that tight ass. Muster gave out a manly growl, and took it well, grinding his ass backwards, bumping against Ivanisevic's pubes. Ivanisevic braced himself, and grabbed Muster's tight ass cheeks, pulling them together. "Uuuuuh" he moaned in delight as he pummeled his partner's ass, in and out, in and out. Muster, meanwhile, didn't wait for the reach around, and began jacking his own penis off. Ivanisevic moaned, "I'm ready to cum!" and Muster knew that cue. He spun over on his back, lying on the bench, just in time for Ivanisevic to empty his giant pole of all that love juice pouring it over Muster's cock, balls, and stomach. He moaned and sat down in exhaustion, right as Muster shot his own load, splattering on Goran's stomach, dribbling down to his pubic region. The two studs embraced in a wet kiss before taking another shower and dressing. "See you at Wimbledon," Muster said. "I can't wait." Neither can I!