Gay Erotic Stories

No matter the blistering, intense humid 96 degrees outside, the two floor heaters were cranked up... just like both of us. Since I never use air conditioning in the summer, when it cums to heat, the 10' x 12' Sweat Box, a/k/a The Weight Room, was furnace-plus. But, our surroundings hold nothing on us. We are generating the most electrifying sexual horniness and enough heat between us, body and sexual, to keep Siberia toasty in the winter. All that luscious testosterone's on ultra high and it's helping to fuel the most cum-shooting man aroma two studs can ever give off. Nothing like fresh sweat mixing with the pubes (and hairy pits) to form an even more powerfully beautiful aroma. Your dark blond, 36-year old, sensuously-tight bod stands behind me. A six foot, 170 pounds worth of lean, massively-hairy prime-meat "otter", spotting my next-to-the last incline bench set. Your bent over head relinquishes onto my forehead the most fantastic nectar, actually, the second best liquid your horny hunky body produces: Sweat! As I grasp the barbell, I feel your droplets migrate down the sides of my forehead and across the bridge of my nose. I look up into your smiling eyes, as more sweat drips in my hair and eyes, and my waiting lips taste your saltiness. "MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I moan, blinking the stinging salt out of my eyes. "You fuckin' taste good enough to drink." "Here, bud! Ya want more?" You have to ask if I want more of YOUR sweaty-bod juices. "Hell, yes!" I moan. At that, you shake your head, like the horny dog you are, giving me a sweat-shower and spraying the 5' x 5' wall mirror behind you and somewhat cooling off all the weight equipment with all that your sweet stuff touches. "Geez! Don't waste it!" I exclaimed "I can make more," you say with those smiling eyes, as I re-grasp the bar. You take the tip of your forefinger on your glove-covered right hand and sweep a few droplets off my forehead. As I watch your manly form in the mirror across the room, I think you are going to sensually put your finger in your mouth, getting me more worked up, but happily, instead, you slowly and seductively feed me that digit. I can think of something else attached to your body you could feed me that is thicker than your fingers, and just as sweaty, but I digress. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," now it was your turn to moan as I loudly suck on the tip of your sweat-filled finger, still looking over the bar into your eyes. By this time, the top of the bench was drenched with my head sweat and what you produced. Usually I drape a towel over the top to catch my head's sweat, but I'm glad I didn't today with the squishing and sliding on the bench from what my whole body is producing. That sliding in my own sweat gets my jock-less, short & tight, blue gym shorts even tighter with one very turned-on cock. At the same time, I could feel my nips and pit hairs aching for your sweaty touch. Finally, my focus cums back to matters at hand, so to speak. I take in a deep breath to lift the heavier set. As I inhale to heave the bar, I'm in the lustful throes of cumming and passing out. My oxygen intake is filling my brain and lungs with pure aroma heaven. It's like stepping into 1000 locker rooms all-in-one. Locker rooms that have been closed up for a long period of time without ventilation, filled to the brim with hordes amounts of cum-stained and sweaty jocks, underwear and cock-hugging gym shorts that had been used for a year without washing. It was like all these sweaty, horny hunks, like us, who had strutted their stuff around this locker room, fucking in the shower and steam room, sitting their hairy(okay, some may have been hairless or shaved), sweat-filled asses on the locker room benches to either dress or undress and/or get fucked. After all that, then these 1000 locker rooms-in-one are closed....tight as a virgin ass! But at that given moment of air intake in the sweaty box, it fuckin' reopens in my nose. All that combination infiltrates my nose to the point I almost was too weak to do the lift. Without letting onto you the reason my cock is really releasing pre-cum, I shift my gloved-covered hands on the bar again, to get a better grip....on myself, if nothing else. Working out is important to me, and I have to finish these sets before my untouched dick explodes. And it's damn hard, literally and figuratively, to refocus. I'm afraid to look up into your eyes again as I know you notice my draining package. I know my shorts probably aren't containing my thick man sausage. Finally, getting my shit together, and with a grunt, I put all my horniness into pumping. Upon full extension of the first rep, your hands go under the bar, just in case, and more of your sweating water falls off onto my already drenched face and sweat-stained, white T-shirt. Seven...... ei-----ght......nineeeeeee......tennnnn..... That was surprising even to me as I thought that weight would only allow 5 or 6 reps. Guess being horny helps as I slam the weight bar back in it's place. I could see in the mirror that you are ready to catch it if I hadn't been able to make the extension. You're a stud for being such an attentive spotter, making the looking at your sweaty, chiseled face even sexier with more admiration. Your summer tan on your face accentuates the lighter color in your hair, but that tan on the rest of your bod really brings out the darkness that your hair features, especially in your pubes. Through the same mirror, we hold eye contact as my breathing slows and I get psyched for the final set. Your hands on the bar, I could see through your wet T-shirt, your muscular pecs and 18" arms. I zero in on your right armpit hollow and yearn to drink your liquid. Oh, damn, that just about makes me cum! I have to bite my lower lip as at that moment my pits are needing and aching to have you bury your nose so far in them that all you breath is armpit, hair up your nose, slurping on my sweat, moaning so loud... Still making eye contact, both your hands cum off the bar and begin to run flat palm down my broad, strong shoulders, sliding down my upper chest. Both your hands find my hard, hard, hard nips, aching for you to bite them till I scream. Through my T, the bottom of your palms begin to rub my nips. "Mmmmmmmmm...." I moan loudly, beginning to rub my thick meat through my shorts Then your forefinger and thumb on both hands go into action on my nips, using your strong digits as a vice that don't let go, digging your fingernails in, as I unleash an uncontrollable carnal scream. "Uuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooh, shit" You keep pressing harder and your fingers feel like one of those locking pliers. Believe me, I know. I exercise my nips with tools like that, and your strength allow for your fingernails to dig deep, my rock hard meat head creaming over with thick pre-cum, dampening further my shorts. You would have thought I just peed my pants, or had just heavily cum. Not HARDly...at least not yet! And, still rubbing my cock, in ecstasy, I close my eyes in pleasure, bucking my head back against the incline bench, making you stop. In feeling my uninhibited body begin to recover from The Pliers, I slowly open my eyes to see you over the bar taking my right bicep and lifting it up off my cock and into the air. Then you put your right forefinger down the sleeve to my hollow, right pit. I lay my head back again as I feel you rub your finger up and down my sweaty forest. As that felt so good to have you there, I'm glad I'm not ticklish in that spot. You, of all guys, who knows what it's like to want and need every muscle satisfied and that included the "muscle" under your biceps. It is just as erotic and sensuous there as between your balls and ass. I watch hungrily in the opposite mirror as you pull out your finger and smell it... "Wooof! Damn that's hot, stud!" my voice was seductively guttural. With your finger under your nose, your seductively-hoarse voice hornily says: "You're pretty damn hot, yourself, bud." At that you stick your finger in your mouth and begin to moan at my sweet taste. "I fuckin' need to be in your pits and pubes and...." At that, you stop! Looking at you in the mirror, you seem to approve of my 5'11", 152 pound, lean, ripped frame. I watch you bend over. Guess you thought you better take your mind off your overpowering need to fuck my pits.... which you can do anytime. Then it occurs to me, my workout! As you are putting on 10 more pounds on each end of the bar, I slowly stand, still straddling the incline seat. Waiting for you to stand straight behind me again, and like the jock stud that I am, I begin to seductively pull up my T-shirt, taking in the aroma from my hairy chest. Last night before sleeping I splattered a few jet streams of cum twice on up my chest. Since cum towels are prohibited near my bed, for anyone and everyone, the first batch I served to my hot chest, I took two fingers and scooped up as much as I could and first rubbed it in my hairy pit forest. Then I smooth the rest of the first load on my face, chest and mostly in my thick bush. Love that smell, too, when cum and sweat mixes with my black pubes. My briefs always smell so good as there are days when I will cum on my underwear and then put them all. Periodically, through the day, I can take in the fresh smell of cum. Then, the second wave of cum came after thinking about you cumming this morning, that wonderfully, hairy body towering over my bench presses, and thinking about enjoying the aroma leaking from your jockless shorts. At that produced cum shots harder than the first, splashing my lips that time. Licking my own beautiful tastes, I smooth the second load cum on my chest, making the hair grow thicker... If I can get away with it, and not offend too many people, I like to smell like a real, sweaty, horny, hunk and go "deodorant-less". And there have been some hard, sweaty workouts when I didn't take a shower afterwards, usually on weekends. Just loved to enjoy and savor my manly smells. I let my body hair grow wild for the reason that the golden acid smells of sweat are so much more sweeter. Also, chest hair, especially, is the best for stopping my jet streams of cum, not to mention slowing the hot streams of horny studs! So as I get my shirt up over my head, I'm taking in, just off my body, these two wonderful combinations. At the same, though, I guess the temptation to touch me again was too much as, with my shirt over my head, I could feel your strong hands running up and down my ribbed, hairy abs and along my rib cage. "Geez, you feel great!" you moan in my ear. At that, I take my shirt all the way off and drop it on your head, letting it hang down in your face. The bonus about that shirt for you is the fact that I have worked out and drenched it with sweat and pitted it with 6-weeks or so of washless aromas. "I have one more set to do, stud!" I grunted, and sat back down in the incline set. At that, you stagger a little with your sweaty loot across the room and lean against the Roman Chair. But, you are moaning at my luscious aromas that you are feasting on from my T, that you somewhat forget to spot me. But that's okay, as I am enjoying your worshipping my garment. Actually, you were so horny, you forgot you had two sets to go... Besides, doing those six reps as fast as I could was part of the aerobics for the day and those were six that took me to failure, so I feel damn good about the workout. Now is the time for just as-important-things, like.... As I put the weight bar back on the rack, I sat relaxed as I watched you finally take my shirt off your head and walk my direction. Throwing your strong, right leg over my mid-section, you slowly straddled me, facing me with your hunk of a body, and keeping most of your weight on your feet so as to not crush me too much. But what a way to go... If we should have our shorts off, we would be in one of my most favorite positions: Bush to bush with a masculine, muscular stud! And cum to think about it, we are both so hard, that we might as well have been completely nude as our shorts weren't doing a very good job of hiding anything. "Woooooof! You ARE literally and figuratively hot," I said, moaning most of my words. As if I inspire you, you allow your body's weight down as your ass grids on my aching dick, yearning for release my hot, steamy load into your sweaty ass. In almost an automatic reaction, I lay my head back and close my eyes, dizzy from needing to remove your shorts and slide my other thick muscle into you. At least, we'd have natural lubrication. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh," I groan loudly. In my foggy daze, I put my right hand on your built, left shoulder, as if to indicate to you to grind deeper. The tease that you are, you stop grinding. I could almost hear my cock scream in pain and pleasure and want! I didn't need to look at my shorts to know the pre-cum was flowing like water rushing into the Titanic. I open my eyes to your beautiful baby-blues. So close. Kissable close... I put my other hand behind your strong neck and pull you closer, allowing more of your body's weight to melt into my chest. We kiss for what seems like a few seconds and, yet, a hour. Your sweaty lips taste like honey and not ready for it to end, but you push yourself off my lips. Taking my T-shirt, you rub it, as if trying to get every drop, all over chest and you tell me to raise my arms for access to my pits. So in doing the bodybuilding pose that turns you on, I thrust myself into an award-winning position. With my hands behind my head in full pose, and my hot, hairy pits exposed to you, you wipe my pits down. But with the intense heat from the heaters, and our own natural body heat, we are both making so much more. Then, still in my pose, I watch as you shove my shirt into your face and rub it all around. "Geez, that is so fuckin' erotic," I say. It is erotic to have a stud enjoy what I enjoy and get off on my shirt. At that, I put my hands on the bottom of your drenched T-shirt and raised it up over your head. "You are absolutely beautiful," You say as I breath in all your manly musk. Not sure I would call your aroma "wild and funky", because I love your smells so much that it makes my nose horny. With that, I take your shirt and did to you what you did to me, smelling your T for a long time while we seductively look at each other. I want you so bad... and, at that thought, I grabbed both shirts and throw them into a heap by the door. Still eye-locked, I put my hands behind your neck again and pull you closer for a kiss that so hot and passionate, our tongues playing hide 'n' seek with each other. Then, all of a sudden, a strong need to swallow you and your mouth. Finally a deep, long, wet kiss takes over. Our tongues have a sword fight as your body relaxes on mine as the progress of our kiss relaxes smoothly into sucking each other's tongue. With no clock in the weight room, I have no idea how long we are embrace that time, but it is a long, very satisfying time. It's not like we had to be anywhere, though, and out of those deep kisses generate even more heat and sweat, so our chests slide together, like one motorized, well-tuned piston. Then, without warning, I abrasively grab your hair and aggressive pull your head away from my face. With that knowing look in your eye, there's a thud as I slam your face into my chest. "Lick my chest, stud!" I barked. And I push your head down so far into my middle chest, your nose almost grinds a hole in my cleavage. You begin to lick feverishly, moaning as you consume the mixture of cum and sweat. My hairs were aching for this; To be licked and chewed on with your mouth and teeth as you bathe me in your fantastic saliva. I keep my left hand pressed firmly on your head as I reach down your chest with my right hand for your left nip. As I pinch you to hardness, I heard the most sexual moan cum from your throat so I keep rubbing your nip. As you become even more horny, if that's possible, you reach up with your right hand for my left nip, knowing damn good 'n' well, that's the most sensitive of the two. Again, as you did earlier, you grind your fingernails into my nip, sending jolts and shocks of uncontrolled horniness. I let your nip go while screaming again in passion. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh, gggeezz, that feels so damn good!" And at that, I rudely pull your head up from my chest, raise my left arm and slam your face and tongue against my muscular, hollow armpit, aching for so long for your tongue to gulp down my hairy sweat, almost suffocating in the musk. But, again, what a way to go.... "Here, dude! Savor this shit! Feast on this, PIT PIG!" I moaned loud, leaning my head back against the bench while your hot, wet, sensual tongue goes to work. "Lick it dry and keep licking..." We are both moaning and groaning from you satisfying my pit needs and you getting that needed liquid, I didn't hear the front door. And as you continue to slurp, the weight room door rams open. It's a co-worker, Austin. Pure masculine, male meat, through and through, but without an attitude or ego, which make him even more sexier. He really should be modeling for some gay mag, with guys creamin' in this shorts all the time. He does that anyway everyday, just being the stud that he is. Yesterday, he called and said he had an early morning softball tournament game up the street, and that he'd be over after the first game, if it was okay, to workout during those 4 hours between games. I told him it was more-than-okay. Then I made plans with you, somewhat forgetting about another stud cumming over. Oh, well! When it cums to quality studs like you both, what the hell? Let's orgy...! I still have you in a headlock under my strong muscles, slurping, and you would have thought you haven't eaten for months the way your tongue was eating my pit and your half-revolving head was bouncing up and down. With that type of motion, I want to push your head to my cock for some other kind of relief. "Hey, Dane, I knocked on the front door..." he started, not knocking at the weight room door. He and I are that informal with each other. We both walk in on each other in the bathroom and doesn't bother either of us. "...and no answered, so decided you were busy in here." Standing full-frontal to me, this brawny, stud is a sight to behold. I have seen this view before, but I'll be damned if I ever get tired of seeing this MAN-next-door with his very tight rainbow--color biker's shorts. And, geez, what a MAN! Though classified Caucasian, Austin's tight, white sweat-stained sleeveless T-shirt amplifies his naturally darker skin, not to mention showing his thickly, long black pit hairs. His 5' 10", 185-pound, trim, muscular body always looks like he has a deep, rich tan all year long, but it's his Hispanic heritage coming out. And oddly enough, his back and balls are the only places he didn't have thickly- matted pelts of deep, black, curly hair. For some reason, his back is naturally smooth, but he shaves his balls. In fact, after he first felt my shaved balls, he started to shave his. In fact, I got him started by shaving him the first time, which was a fuckin' turn-on to have those large, egg-shaped balls made taunt as I shaved them in the shower. Of course, every so often taking his wonderful balls in my teeth and inhaling them, one by one. I did that in the middle of shaving him and Austin came all over my face and lips. While licking his juices around my lips, I also peeled off the cum off my forehead and as "shaving cream", massaged your thick juice into his balls. The white stuff came from there, they might as well soak back into the balls. And that made it more of a turn-on to lick those balls after I was done. To enjoy the taste of his cum and his sweat together. Austin's dark buzz cut is by choice for better and quick grooming maintenance and not because of a receding hairline. But from the tips of his beautiful feet to the thick mats of quad hair and a thick bush (which looks so HOT against his dark skin) to a five o'clock shadow at 9:00 in the morning, at 31, with his soft, blue, bedroom eyes, he looks so damn good standing there. His body reeking to be fucked and licked clean of all that wonderful aroma and sweat he just accumulated from the first ball game. With you in my pits and him standing a few feet away, it's a good thing you are still sitting on my cock or I would explode without touching me. "....and it does look like you're busy!" Austin wryly smirk, admiring this hunk feasting on my pit, pulling his T-shirt up over his head, adding it to the pile of T's already in the corner and fully revealing that forest of thick, black chest and ab hair. "Fuuuuuck!" I moan at him. "Could I ever cum in that hair right now!!!!" He walks around the weight bench, saying in his seductive, bass voice: "Hey, bud! How 'bout if I service that other pit first?!" At that, I lay my head back on the weight bench, moaning in approval, at the prospect of having two muscular, manly studs servicing my sweaty-wet, hot, horny pits.