Gay Erotic Stories

This story is true. It was a late Saturday night, and being a graduate student I had spent all day and the better part of the evening working on my research. I decided that after sitting on my ass all day that I should go to the gym and get a bit of a workout in. So I gathered my stuff up and went to the rec center. Since the center closed at 11:00, I didn't have too much time so I ran on the treadmill for about a thirty minutes and then went to one of the mat rooms in the older portion of the gym to do some crunches and get some stretching in. I am not a gym rat, and I work out to keep myself in as good as shape as possible, given the sedentary lifestyle of graduate school. I am about 6 feet tall, 175 pounds, and toned but not heavily muscular. I guess the best thing about me is my legs: I do a lot of competitive cycling (Seattle to Portland ride in one day last year!) so I look pretty good in a pair of shorts. My friends say that I am ruggedly handsome, whatever that means. I have curly black hair that tends to be a bit unruly, green eyes, and a smooth chest but a good trail of hair leading down to my crotch. Anyway, I was in the mat room doing crunches and this guy kept walking by and glancing in the window. At first I thought that he must be a racquetball player getting a drink of water. However, after the third or fourth time in a couple of minutes I thought that must not be the case. From what I saw, he looked cute, brown hair, angular features. I felt my cock stiffen a little in the pouch of my green running shorts. I quickly dismissed it though, because the guy never came back and I assumed that I was just catching a perv moment with some student working out late at the U. I did a few more crunches, a series of stretches, and then hit the locker room just as the speakers announced that the rec center would be closing in 45 minutes. As I entered the locker room I heard one of the showers shutting off. I must admit that I was disappointed; there are a lot hot students here at Oregon, although I am always careful since I teach large classes and I would hate to run into one of my students as I was stroking a woody in the shower. I sat down on the bench and started to take off my shoes when the guy comes out of the shower area. My cock stirred as I realized it was the guy from the hallway. I was right that he was cute. His brown hair was wet and his face was rough with stubble. He had a white rec center towel wrapped around his thin waist. He gave me a half smile and turned around to open his locker, showing me a tight ass wrapped in a white cotton towel. When he turned around again, I thought that the front of the towel was tenting out a little bit. Casually, I slipped my hand down the front of my short legs and scratched my balls contained in the pouch. The guy’s towel pitched forward some more. I crossed my ankles and let my legs fall open. His towel tented some more and he brought his hand up and tweaked his left nipple. This was no accidental hard on: I was in business. I stood up, the nylon of my shorts doing nothing to hide my state of arousal, went into the changing room right by the showers, and shut the door. Within a minute the guy had followed me, closed the door behind him and locked it. Gently he brought his hands up to my chest, running his fingers lightly over my erect nipples while brushing his unshaven face across mine. My hands went down and released the towel, allowing his seven-inch cock to stand freely. His had a beautiful bush, and muscular legs that set off a pair of the lowest hanging balls I had ever seen. He pulled my shorts down letting my cock out. Now I am not huge, about six inches, but I have been told that my cock is perfect. It is thick and uncut. Immediately he turned me around and spread my cheeks. He worked his tongue up and down my crack before going to work hard on my hole. I was grunting with pleasure, my hand working my own cock when he suddenly worked his index finger up into my hole and began finger fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I blew my load with his finger up my ass. He then spun me around again and blew a huge load on my chest, his cum trailing down into my hair trail and my pubes. With a wink he said we should work out again, gave me a deep kiss, and left. I jacked off for a week solid thinking of him and his clean, freshly showered smell as well as the feel of his hot cum blasting onto my chest. I went back late the next Saturday, and he and I hooked up again. We ended up getting very physical, but that is another story. As I said, this story is true. My life at Oregon has been pretty hot. I see this guy pretty regularly now and the sex is always hot. upyour_bum@hotmail.com