Gay Erotic Stories

In early June the health club I manage takes on new personnel, mostly high school kids and college students on vacation, looking to make some summertime money. Once in a while we get an exceptional worker. In this case, it was Chris, a 21 year old college kid going into his last year at a state college. He was finishing off a physical education degree, and he was in the right career path--he was as beautiful a man-child as I have ever seen. 6-2 and about 200 pounds, he was buffed to perfection. Sleek torso with toned stomach muscles and a chest on him that bulged hard through his t-shirt. We took him on as a trainer and sales person--we knew he would turn almost every woman who toured the club into an instant member. The kid was a money maker for sure. He had brown hair that looked like a soft perm, but it was his natural curls, and almost rosy cheeks, the kind that grandmothers want to pinch. The first week there, the women who attend morning aerobics were just about cumming in their leotards, watching him fold towels at the desk. He was just the kind of guy they wished their daughters would bring home one day--so he could fuck their own brains out! But what really was the measure of this guy was below his navel. It hung from his waist like a damn cucumber--even when it was soft, his cock looked to be about eight inches long and as thick as a can of soda pop. Shit, the head alone was immense, wide and fat, with a huge slit-hole that was as big as a dime. This was one impressive cock, believe me. And the tightest, smoothest set of buns anywhere. Suzy, the morning aerobics instructor, was on to him in a minute. Although married, she was famous for "taste-testing" some of the better looking instructors and personnel there. She asked me to feel him out and see if he would be the kind of young man who would be "available" during the summer to help her "train". She asked me to check him out in the locker room, a task which I had done on several prior occasions over the past year for her. What I did not tell her was that I already had checked him out, and was almost afraid to tell her, for fear that she would think I was lying, or that she might commit rape right then and there in the club office, if she had the chance. The next day I had to close up, and I was to train Chris in the procedures involved. At ten o'clock we locked the door and proceeded to go over the method of activating the night alarm and other things regarding closing. Normally I play a little racquetball or lifted weights before activating these alarms, so I told him to go ahead and relax while I worked out. He opted to do some cardiopulmonary exercise on a bike while I screwed around. When I had finished about 30 minutes later, I headed for the locker room to shower and steam. He did likewise. As we stripped near each other in the locker room, I couldn't help but look longingly at that massive slab as he got out of his jock. It hung tantalizingly halfway down his leg, and I noticed for the first time that his balls were huge--like the size of racquetballs, and the fuzz covering them was almost soft looking like a peach fuzz. Very sensuous. He walked ahead of me into the shower and I could see from behind--the cock hanging between his legs--usually you can only see a man's ball sack from behind. This was lengthy enough to be visible from behind even on his massive frame. We stood under our respective shower heads and began washing. He immediately put shampoo into his hair and closed his eyes as he massaged the foam around his head. This gave me an opportunity to really examine his cock from a few feet away. From the side it was even sexier, a good nine inches of thick meat. He then took a handful of shampoo and began washing under his arms and along his smooth chest. Then, he took another handful of shampoo and began washing his pubic hair above his cock, and the crack of his ass, where a little fine black fuzz peeked out from those beautiful cheeks. The shampoo made his cock nudge upward a little, and I thought it began to gain some life. Not quite an erection, just involuntary blood supply making it "lift" up a little. As I stood staring at this cock, I didn't realize that he had for some time had his eyes open, and was now watching me, as I watched his cock. It was almost hypnotic. I heard him laugh, and then came to my senses. "Shit", I thought. How embarrassing, as I looked up and met his eyes. His smile reassured me only a little, but he spoke first. "Don't worry, a lot of guys end up staring at it the first time. It's just what god gave me, and I have to live with it. You try carrying it around for your adult life and see how easy it is...", he said. I chortled out loud, "Yeah, but what I wouldn't give to have it for one week. I'd be the most popular guy in this town," I said. "One question, though, and I am sure you have heard this often--just how big does it get when you get excited?" He shook his head--"Not much more, about 10 inches total. I get asked that a lot." I figured this guy must be a pussy magnet at school. "Girls must fucking flock to you like geese to a pond," I said to him, as he rinsed the shampoo from his ass crack and balls. I watched the foam and water run off his cock like a small waterfall. "Actually, I don't mean to scare you, but I am bi-sexual. I figure why restrict myself by 50 percent from all the fun I could have...by the time I'm 50 I'll need all the sexual outlets I can find, I am sure," he laughed. Me being 42 didn't make me feel any better, because I realized how right he was--over the past 20 years I had noticed all too clearly how little I had sex anymore. In fact, at this moment it had been at least 5 days since I had even jacked off. After a momentary pause, he asked me, "Show me how to turn the steam on and off, okay?", but he asked it in a way that made me think he didn't really have his heart set on methods of closing the club. My stomach tingled as I walked out of the showers, him trailing me, into the steam room. Our room is large, probably 20 by 20, with two levels of tiled ledge running around three walls. I turned the dial on immediately, and the hiss became evident in the room. Out of the spigot under one of the ledges appeared some steam. It rose up and began filling the room. I turned and saw he had picked up the hose that is used to wash off the ledge, or to cool off overheated patrons. I was beginning to feel the need myself. He turned on the hose and rinsed off the bottom ledge directly in front of the door, then the ledge above it. Jokingly, he nailed me with a squirt from the hose right in the chest, and it startled me, the icy water running down my chest. "Don't be mad, I'll do it to myself too," he said as he held the hose above his head and let it run down over his face and head onto his shoulders and chest. He shuddered, but laughed a hearty laugh. I followed the water down to his cock again, and watched it run in a river off the fat head of his dick. He dropped the hose and then nimbly vaulted up to the second ledge, turned and sat facing me as I stepped over to the first ledge below him. I sat down directly in front of him, and now we both faced the glass door, him slightly higher than me and behind me. A few awkward moments of silence were broken when I heard him ask me "did you want to see it up close?". I turned and looked him in the eye, then looked slowly down to his cock--directly in front of me. It was absolutely beautiful, and I was speechless. He spread his knees a little, and his cock lay on the slippery tile. He placed his left hand beneath it and held it up slightly, like a fisherman holding a prize fish. His hand barely held it at the base, and it slumped forward and the tip still touched the tile although the portion his hand held was at least three inches above the tile. I instinctively reached out and put my fingers under the head of it, lifting it off the tile. It felt heavy, and was wet with sweat and water. I gently stroked the underneath of it with tips of my three middle fingers, playfully. He tensed up and said, "that's real sensitive there, be careful". Until now I had simply let his cock head lay in my palm as it lay flat...now I took my thumb and got a closed hand around it--I couldn't even touch my forefinger and thumb, it was that large! But the flesh itself was still soft and he was not even half erect. With his hand around the base, he gently began to stroke his cock, moving his hand up to just touching mine and then returning again and again to the base. Within a few seconds, I saw the thick, limp mass begin to fill with blood and stir. The tip twitched in my hand, and it began to gain a firmness, stretching the flesh along the shaft. it widened in front of my eyes, and he squeezed tight one time--blood filled the rest of his cock and a huge vein appeared along the base. The skin became tight, and it grew another few inches. But where it really filled out was in the head, and that area just below the head. It was much wider and fuller than the base, which again had to be a good 4-5 inches around. I could not resist the temptation any longer. I looked up at his face through the foggy mist, but couldn't see his eyes. He must have been a mind reader, for he simply said, "go ahead, I want you to". I swiveled on the slippery tile to face him completely, and positioned myself between his legs, his feet resting on my ledge touching the outer edges of each of my thighs. I felt him hug my thighs with his feet in an embrace, nudging me with that pressure to begin my labor of love. It was getting so steamy that I could barely make out the tip of his juicy cock, and could not really see whether or not he still was holding the base of his cock. I felt with my left hand and his hand was still there. "I'll stroke while you suck," he said. "Okay with me," I said, as I leaned forward and, using my right hand, I cradled his cock head and held it in place, while I brought my oval mouth to his tip. The wetness made the tip slide easily into my mouth, although it stretched my mouth wider than I had anticipated. His thick flesh filled my mouth, and I compressed my lips to give him some pressure. I heard him inhale heavily, and then let out a moan that told me that my effort was his pleasure. I could feel his stroking as I sucked softly, the cock vibrating from his hand mechanisms at the base. Each time, his clenched fist rose up with a stroke from the base of his fat cock, it would touch the edge of my right hand as I held the beautiful pole in place. I began moving more of the cock head into my mouth until, each time I bobbed, the head and an additional 2-3 inches would fill my throat. There was simply no way I was ever going to fit this entire cock into my throat, at least not siting upright. But I didn't want to release it from my mouth, and did the best I could in unison with him. The flesh along his shaft had really become slippery and slick, what with saliva and sweat flowing all over it. Now and then I would take the huge tip out of my mouth and stick the very tip of my tongue into the slit at the end of his cock, warming the tip in there ever so slightly. I got a taste of saltiness, and I pulled my head back...the next time he stroked his cock, I saw a clear drop ooze from the slit and dribble down in the cleavage that formed just below the slit. I used my right thumb and slid it back and forth over the tender spot he had mentioned earlier, and I saw another huge clear drop appear as he moaned. This time I caught it on my tongue and savored it like a fine wine taster, rolling it over my tongue. It was actually sweet, maybe because it was mixed with the sweat. I had been sucking like this for about five minutes, when he began pumping faster, with a more hurried rhythm. "Oh yes," he said a few times, as he raised his butt from the slick tile to slide his cock into my mouth a little further. The head became very hard itself, filled with blood as it was. I took my hand off his cock completely, but he said, "No, I want you to rub right there, where you were"...his voice trailing off. I again placed my thumb along the softer underside of his cock, again sliding it up and down on that tender spot. He moaned, this time louder, and this time he continued moaning. I felt him take a looser grip on his cock, because the flesh softened in my mouth, and then I felt him jerk. The cock shivered and then released its first small squirt into my mouth. It was slimy, but tasty.Momentarily, I was relishing the preview, when a secondary huge bolt of cum struck, gushing into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and filling it with a salty, sticky, slimy wad that quickly filled it to capacity--it was difficult to swallow and get it all down before the next geyser erupted, refilling it as I greedily drank down more and more of the hot juice. A third and final rush of cum floated in with the rest of it, and his load was finally consumed. THis cock was still 3/4 hard, but not as stiff as before. I ran my hand up and down the shaft and milked the rest of the cum from it, sucking it out of the tip, as I drew my hand up toward the tip. When my hand got back to the bottom, I squeezed and felt the blood surge again--his cock stiffened like he was using a cock ring. I quickly stood up and turned around, facing my ass to his chest. In the steamy room he could not quite visibly or intuitively understand. "Are we finished?", I heard him ask. "Not just yet, if you don't mind", I answered. Backing up, I positioned my asshole above his cock, which I guided skillfully with my hand right to the entrance of my asshole. I slipped the tip, now softer and more pliable, into the rim of my hole. It squished around slightly, and then I wormed it in, so that the entire head was in my ass. Now I grasped the base tightly to keep the cock hard, which gave it more firmness with which to enter me. "Just want to get some of it in me..." I said as I let out a gasp. "Just hold it tight again, okay?" I instructed. I felt his hand go to the base again as before, and he kept a tight grip there to maintain the erection, as I worked a little more in while sitting down more. My thighs began to burn, as I was squatting unsupported above him, gently inching that thick boner into my asshole. The delicious feeling was almost too much, and I started stroking my own cock vigorously. I had to force myself to slow my own hand movement down, to control and delay my orgasm. After a moment I felt him release his hand, and he announced, "don't worry, it's coming back on its own." If it became fully erect, I knew it would split me open. I felt his strong hand grasp me on each side of my hips and hold me there, while he very tenderly lifted his hips to get another inch into me. "Oooooh" I said, half as much from a little pain than the pleasure. "Are you all right?" I heard him ask very innocently. "Just a little at a time, okay Chris?" "I'll let you take it as you want, but I really want to ram you one time," he said. I leaned forward more, and he inched another bit of his manhood in me. I reached around with my left hand and felt the portion of his cock that was not in me--still another five inches or so remained exposed! I knew he wanted to really slide it in all the way, but I wasn't ready to take that yet. I let my hand drop down to where his balls lay on the tile and played with them. I felt him shudder again. I relaxed as much as I could and I felt a little more go inside of me, but I felt that this was all she wrote! I was bloated from the feel of this huge cock inside of me. I started rising and falling in a slow rhythm, letting some of his cock slide out, and then back in gradually. I never let the tip come out, so his shaft remained inside my stretched out asshole the entire time. After a few minutes, I could feel him pulling me down with his hands--he wanted to get his cock all the way in. "C'mon, fuck me baby!", I said harshly, and then Chris pulled me all the way down on his massive dick--I thought I would see stars for a moment, the pain/pleasure was so intense. Holding his cock all the way in me, I felt his thighs on my ass cheeks as he held me in place, wriggling around and grinding his full cock inside me, mashing my insides with his fleshy cock. "Tighten up," he said to me, and I obediently tried to flex my ass muscle. I kept it as tight as I could, and then he pulled almost all of his cock out of me before pulverizing me again with a lightning thrust, his cock going the full length from tip to pelvic bone. I let out a yelping, cry like a puppy dog being struck with a cane. He did it again, and again, and again. Finally, he rammed me once more and held it in place, wriggling it all along the inside of me, and I could feel the muscles in his shaft contracting against my inner walls, releasing the remainder of whatever seed he had left inside of me. By now, the heat in the room was almost unbearable, and I felt his dick begin to soften, although I could actually feel the rim of his cock tip as he began slowly pulling out of me. The last few inches of his cock slid quickly out of my ass, and I could hear him exhale his sexually satisfied relief. I reached behind me and grabbed that wonderful, spent piece of flesh, stroking it with a tender closed fist. It was still thick, back to its original state, covered with a filmy goo that was part cum, part sweat--maybe part blood. I turned and sat facing him once more, and lovingly slid the tip back in my mouth for one good suck. I could taste the mustiness of my own sex glands, the saltiness of his cock. I was almost delirious with pleasure. I grabbed my own stiff cock and pulled on it until I came all over the floor beneath Chris, dousing the tiles with my own cum. I let some of my own cum drench my finger tips and then I brought them to my mouth, mingling it with the last few drops from his cock. I noticed for the first time, he had his hands on both my shoulders, massaging them. I took the rest of his cock shaft into my mouth, fitting almost all of it in my mouth this time, and then slowly retracted it, letting the full length of it fall onto the tile as I looked up into his mist shrouded face. Then I lay my head on his left thigh, and staring at that beautiful cock just an inch from my face, smiled the smile of the truly satisfied. It was going to be a great summer, training Chris. Hell, he hadn't even been in the whirlpool yet!