Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** Having to work the graveyard shift at the gym is about the most boring thing that can happen. I was filling in for Kyle that night and the only redeeming part of the evening in the empty gym was to be able to catch the end of the ball game on the tube. About an hour after the game was over, the door swung open and I thought to myself, Ah, at least someone is coming in to workout… “You Kyle?” the guy asked, and before I could tell him NO, he rambled on with, “Man, I can’t believe my luck, I just get back off the DL and then tweak my hammie running the bases. Then, the rehab area at the stadium is closed down for 24 hour maintenance, so Matt told me about what a great job you do, to come on over and that you would take care of me. Look I can’t go back on the DL. Fix me up, do whatever it takes, but get me going.” First off I couldn’t believe who was standing there. It was Bobby Witt, the 37-year-old pitcher of the D-backs. Man was he big, at least 6’2” and easily the best put together 200+ pounds of guy I had seen in a long time. He was in better shape and more solid than most guys that work out in their early 20’s. I knew Kyle’s reputation, so I figured I’d pretend to be Kyle. After all, who knew where this would end up, a guy in need of help, me at his disposal. “You’re Bobby Witt, aren’t you? I saw you pitch tonight. You were outstanding.” “Yes, and thanks. It felt real good to be able to contribute after the season I’ve had. I can’t let it end here. What can you do? Matt says you do some kind of special therapy massage. Like I said, you can do anything you want, just make me better.” “OK, Bobby, but first I want you to take a few of these muscle relaxants.” I handed him a bottle with 6 pills in it. I figured I’d get him groggy and then he wouldn’t balk at what I wanted to do to this hot hurler. “How many should I take?” ”Well, most guys take a couple. I’ll let you decide, depending on how relaxed you want to get. The rehab room is over there, just go in and get undressed. There are towels in there and get on the table. I’ll be in after you have changed.” I wrote a note “Had to close, EMERGENCY”, placed it on the glass door and locked the gym. I waited about ten more minutes and then entered the rehab room. Bobby was on the massage table face down and covered with a sheet. I found the bottle of pills on the counter and it was empty. Could he have taken all six? If so, this guy would be out for a while. That only meant I would be in for a while. Witt was out like a light. I prodded and poked at him and all he did was grunt and groan. I removed the sheet and he was on the table totally nude. As I stood next to this muscle hunk, it was all I could do to keep from mounting him right there. I began by rubbing and squeezing his upper back and shoulders. Each time I would squeeze, Bobby would mumble something, or moan. Witt had to have one of the best muscle butts I had ever seen. No, it was THE best. It needed some attention. As I played with his ass, again he mumbled, but this time I was able to understand him. “Do me.” Now this straight guy was probably thinking in terms of some girl, maybe even his wife, but he was going to have me do him tonight. I talked to him the whole time as I began to rub his magnificent legs, especially the upper hamstring on his left leg. Finally though, I got back to his perfect ass, only this time I spread his cheeks and invaded his pink pucker with my finger. Bobby just grunted once and then began to go “Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm” until I found his hot spot. As soon as I teased him there, he would tense up for a second, then relax and let out a groan, “Ooohhhhhhhh!” Over and over, “Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm,…..Oooohhhhhh!” I kept this up till his ass loosened up and I was able to insert more than one finger in easily. I began to wonder if I could stretch him so that he could take my entire hand. It didn’t take long to find out. Between the ass juice he was emitting and some special lube I had there, I was fisting that fucker in no time. He loved it. I could tell he wanted more so I propped his legs up on the table and then pounded my hand in and out of his now easy ass. With each thrust in and out, Bobby would groan, deep from within and each time I would ask him if he wanted more and he would just say, “Uhhuh, do me.” With his ass so loose and wide open, it was time for me to fuck this hot stud. I gently inserted my steel hard 11-inch tool into his love canal. His sphincter squeezed then sucked my mushroom head right in. I rocked slowly and as I drove deeper, inch by inch, with each thrust, Witt gave out with the best pleasure moans I ever heard. I kept my dick in him and rolled him on his side and did him in that position for a while. It didn’t seem to matter. He loved having his body invaded. I pulled my cock out of him and positioned him on his back. His cock, which was as big as mine, only thicker, was standing straight up. I got up next to his ear and said, “Do you want more?” “Do me.” I sat on his cock and worked it into my ass and after a few minutes had taken his ‘Witt Stick’ all the way up my ass. I hardly had to do anything as Witt was thrusting his hips and heaving upward as we developed a great rhythm between us. That was the first time he shot his ‘hot Witt Wad’ that night, but it would not be the last. “There’s more to come, Bobby boy!” I just had to fuck this guy on his back, so I elevated him somewhat, wrapped those gorgeous legs around me and pounded his butt for about 25 minutes before I unloaded my man juice into his ‘cum cave’. I could tell he liked the feel of my semen squirting in him as he got this really serene look on his face as my load filled him up. I was spent, but an opportunity like this comes along only once. I leaned forward and his legs clamped on to me as I began chewing on those great man tits he had. His nipples sprung to attention and as I sucked, bit and licked them, he just moaned, groaned and said, “Do me.” I slid down his body, his washboard abs were as firm as steel and I licked his balls, sucked them and went up and down his thick veined shaft. I devoured his head, swirled my tongue and in no time ‘Witt’s liquid cream’ was filling my mouth. As he growled and hissed, I drained his cock dry, probably like never before. I was exhausted, and went up close to his ear to tell him we were done… “No, do me more.” I had to oblige, so for the next three hours, I fucked and sucked Witt, until he finally said enough. I made sure when I left him that he was in good shape and as he left the gym that morning all he said was, “Thanks Kyle, for doing me right.”