Gay Erotic Stories

Like most guys, I love hearing a really great story about someone having sex somewhere outside of one's bedroom. Well, this one is one of my own. I've wanted to tell it here for a while, but never had time to sit down and write it out. It all started by me reading some graffiti on the wall of a stall in my college locker room's bathroom. It said something about meeting in the shower on any Wednesday night between 7pm and 9pm. I remember chuckling about the audacity of this and how writing something like that would only alert campus security to be on the lookout. Several weeks went by and I had forgotten about it until one Wednesday night when, after a rather strenuous day of working on a set for the theatre department's latest production, I had an appointment to meet some friends and didn't want to arrive looking like crap. I always keep a simple, clean change of clothes in my car for just such occasions, which I can change into after using the gym facilities to clean up. Upon entering the gym, I noticed that a campus security guard was just leaving. I went inside and headed for the men's locker room. The locker room is laid out in such a way that when you walk in, you need to go forward about 5 steps to the bulletin board before turning left to enter the common area, where all the lockers are. From there you can go three different directions: If you go forward, you'll reach the other side of the room and another exit (which practically opens right into the shower area); if you go forward and to the right, you'll be in the shower area; and if you go to the immediate right, you'll be in the bathroom. Upon entering the locker room, I noticed the sound of the showers echoing throughout the place. The graffiti still wasn't registering in my head. I put my stuff down on a bench on the far side of the room and got my towel out. I have always preferred towels called "body sheets" for their large size and ability to keep you covered no matter what part of your body you may be drying off. I started stripping off my clothes when I heard the door to the locker room close telling me that someone else had now joined those of us who were already there. I looked up to see that two rather handsome guys had come in and were quickly putting their sport bags down on a bench on the opposite side of the room from me. One of them was wearing torn, orange sweat pants and a gray muscle shirt; the other had on a pair of blue bike shorts and a matching bike top. They both had white socks and white sneakers on, too. It looked like they were taking turns watching for me to make a move as they were alternating looking up at me as they slowly began to strip. As I stripped off my own clothes, I decided to move very slowly in case they were looking to take my stuff while I was in the shower. They stripped down to their jockstraps, socks and sneakers, grabbed their towels and headed to the shower area. As they approached the showers, I distinctly heard a change in the way the showers sounded. It sounded like a shower had been turned off, but at least one other was still going. The two guys stopped outside the shower area and sat on the small bench outside the tiled area. As they took off their sneakers and socks, they kept looking into the showers as if something amazing was going on in there. They tucked their things under the small bench and headed into the showers. I heard two more showers turn on and saw the steam from them begin to drift up from over the high wall separating the showers from the common area. I breathed a little easier, but found my stomach turning with nervousness: the graffiti flashed in my head, reminding me of the time, the day, and the situation I might be walking into. Then I thought about the security guard leaving as I had come in and realized that he would not be coming in for quite sometime as he had the rest of the campus to patrol. I was now stripped to my white briefs and was about to stand up to go to the showers when someone exited from there. He was about 5', 8" tall; large and lean muscles; dark hair; dripping wet and looking behind him back into the showers as he entered the common area "drying his crotch” with a large hand towel. He had a nice tan and a clear tan line. It was obvious that he was a Speedo wearer. His ass was round and looked like it could be made of granite as it didn't jiggle hardly at all as he walked across the room, still drying his groin. I wanted him like nothing else but thought he'd never give a second glance to an average dude like me: I am not buffed up or anything or strikingly handsome, but I do have a little definition to my body and I have been told I have a cute face. I've also been told that I have a huge cock, but I never have seen it as being particularly big. Maybe it's the angle and personal perspective that I've always looked at it from. I've never measured it, but I've been told it must be about 9" long and very thick around. Anyway, I got unbearably hard in an instant just looking at this guy. I was about to grab my towel and pull it over my crotch when he turned around and saw me; or rather he saw my erection in my briefs. I damn near fainted with his expression: he raised an eyebrow and smiled at me. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I leaned back on the bench against the lockers and closed my eyes. Then I heard sounds coming from the shower area; sounds like a smack and a muffled, "Oh, yeah!" I was about to open my eyes when I felt a hand grab hold of my crotch and gently squeeze. I opened my eyes and saw my dream jock kneeling in front of me licking his lips. I was freaking out as this guy was the epitome of "straight appearing, straight acting;" very much a jock look about him. He looked up at me and said, "May I?" I placed my hand on the back of his head and gently eased his face into my groin. He mouthed my cock through my dirty briefs like a baby tiger. Nibbling and gnawing his way up and down its length and nuzzling my nuts with his nose, inhaling all my sweat and pre-cum that was already beginning to stain my briefs. After a while, my briefs were soaking wet from his tongue and endless supply of saliva; they had become transparent. "Whoa," I heard someone say. "Look at what we're missing out here!" I looked up and saw three more guys standing around us; the two guys I saw go into the showers and a third guy, blonde and tall. I had been so enthralled with Straight Jock's mouth that I didn't notice when all the showers were turned off before the three of them exited and entered the common area. All three were sopping wet, dripping on us, and were clearly looking to join our twosome. Straight Jock looked up and damn near fainted, I think, at being surrounded by all that meat at once. I was the only one whose cock was still covered and I could see that there were some impressive rods for Jock to swing on. He looked up at me and asked me to stand. He remained on his knees and slowly pulled down my briefs as the other three started rubbing me from head to toe. Jock stood up and started kissing me. He wrapped his arms around me and began lightly rubbing my back. I had a sneaky suspicion that he was not totally into kink, but would enjoy something that I consider borderline. I started lightly scratching my fingernails across his back. He shuddered and breathed heavily into my ear, "Take me on the bench." My eyes were as big as Oreos and I thought I was hearing things. "Take my ass on the bench and take it now." His voice was almost pleading. I pulled him off me, grabbed his shoulders and quickly pushed him down onto the bench. He looked up at me pleadingly and expectantly. He WANTED me to take total control of the situation AND his ass! His breathing was heavy as he began to jack his own sizable dick. I told the two guys I remembered from earlier to stand on opposite sides of the bench. I grabbed Jock's hands and pulled them away from his dick and pulled them to the dicks of the two guys on both sides of him. He instinctively started jacking them off. I told the blonde guy to straddle the bench with Jock's head in his lap. "Man, I don't know if he can handle you,” the blonde moaned, "your cock is huge and there's no lube." With that, I straddled Jock's face and shoved my cock down his throat. "I know where to get the best lube in town,” I said, looking down at his face as his eyes began to water with sheer pleasure. I moved back to his ass and targeted his hole. I raised his legs and gave it a few deep, probing licks before zeroing in and slowly plunging into him. "OH, YEAH!" Jock's yell of ecstasy echoed throughout the room (and probably throughout the campus). I didn't want security breaking up our party prematurely. "Blondie, give 'em something to shut him up! This ass is fucking as tight as hell! I don't want him making too much noise while I drill him." With that, the tall blonde stood up and started shoving his dick down Jock's throat from above. I increased the speed and power of my thrusts into his ass as the four of us seemingly ravaged the guy below us. He was definitely living a fantasy as he let the blonde's dick pop out of his mouth long enough to let us all know that he wanted us all to shoot on him. He wanted to be covered, drenched in cum. We were only too happy and eager to oblige. One of the guys he was jacking off began to breathe heavier and heavier and soon was shouting in a whisper, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" and shooting for what seemed like forever. He, alone, was drenching Jock! Once it was clear he was empty, Jock popped the blonde out of his mouth and started on the guy who had just shot his wad all over him. He was cleaning the guy up! Next to cum was the blonde and cum he did! As he was finishing the other guy started unloading on Jock. Jock didn't seem to miss a beat either as each of the guys finished shooting, he started lapping up the mess off their dicks. Meanwhile, I was slamming into him with such force, I thought I was going to have bruises on my pelvic bone. "I ain't comin' till you do, ya fuckin' whore!" That was his trigger, I think. He immediately grabbed hold of his hard dick and started jacking faster than I've ever seen any guy jack off before. His hand was a freakin' blur! The other three had already started jacking their own dicks again and were harder than ever. They were cheering him on as he was sounding like he was getting closer by the second. "If he screams, sit on his face!" I told the blonde. With that, Jock's eyes bulged with shocked anticipation as the blonde positioned himself over his face, at the ready. Then Jock clenched his eyes shut and started shooting his load all over himself and us. He began to let out a yell of ecstasy when the blonde sat down on his face only to have a quiet yell come out of him as he came again, all over the helpless jock. I continued to pummel Jock's ass as the other two unloaded again on him, nearly simultaneously. This was way more than I could finally bear and I ripped my cock from his ass and flooded him with a huge load that didn't seem to have an end. When I was done, though, we all took turns straddling his face to be "cleaned off.” We were all breathing hard, still, when I suggested that we take a shower. "Isn't that how we got started?" said the blonde. "No one needs one more than our friend here,” I said, smearing the 8 loads into Jock's still warm flesh. We all chuckled quietly and headed for the showers. As we were soaping up, we heard the door to the locker room close and the recognizable sound of bouncing keys: it was the security guard. "Guys, hurry and finish up!" he hollered from the common area, "I'm locking up.” I realized that it must have been around 10pm because that was when the gym was usually locked up for the evening. We had been going at it for over 2 and a half hours! Then we heard the door close again, signaling that he had left. "You're new,” Jock said to me. "Actually,” I replied, "I wasn't expecting anything more than taking a shower and going to meet some friends." "Well, you certainly have made some new friends tonight." The others smiled approvingly as we all soaped each other and grabbed an ass here and a dick there. "I've had these three so many times. I was kinda hoping for some fresh meat tonight,” Jock told me. "Don't you ever worry about security finding out?" I was answered by a new voice. "Not as long as security gets paid." There before us, in all his naked, sexual, manly glory was the security guard himself: tall, a little hairy, buff as a marble statue, and definitely Italian, judging from the size of the monster between his legs. I was scared at first, but once the other four started heading toward him and ministrating to his hot body, I approached him myself. He was easy to bring to the edge, too. We soaped him up and slid our hands all over him, tweaking a nipple here, popping a finger up his ass there, even scratching lightly at his back. He popped his load all over the floor with a loud series of guttural grunts. He was incredibly masculine throughout. Once he was done we all rinsed off and headed back to the common area to dress. "Do any of you get together outside of here?” I asked. "Those two are together,” the guard said pointing to the first two guys I had seen earlier. "This dude is the pool lifeguard here," he said indicating the blonde. "And him?” I motioned toward "Jock.” "Me?” Jock said, "I'm married to his sister." I think I hurt my chin when my jaw hit the floor in astonishment. The guard explained that they were actually lovers and that his sister was a lesbian and to hide the truth from their respective parents, "Jock" married the guard's sister and that he had married her lover. They all live together in a very big house as their families are rather wealthy and well known in the community. After dressing, we all began to leave. "Every Wednesday there's a shower party in here," the guard told me. "We're not always involved, but I'm always on duty on Wednesdays, so you don't have to worry about anything." As I left, I thought about the possibilities of actually having an entire locker room available for my own sexual playground. Believe me, until a year ago when the guard transferred to some bigwig college up north, I had many a locker room adventure in there. Many times with those two and many times with guys hotter, younger, and daring enough. I never told anyone I met there about the security guard arrangement, which, I think, made things even more electrifying than if I had. Now, what's your story?