Gay Erotic Stories

It was a long walk to the south end of the campus. I'd decided to check out the pool at the older auxiliary physical education facility on the opposite side of campus from the much newer athletic complex that had been donated by a wealthy alumni family. As I walked between the large stately buildings of the university's southern end, I was struck by the absence of people. These buildings housed the schools of archeological, geological and paleontological sciences and unlike the schools of business and law, they did not bustle with teams of students. I found it all very peaceful and as I walked, I began to imagine that I was alone amongst these buildings except for one or two very attractive men, stud gods whom I hoped to seduce. It seemed lately that I couldn't keep my mind on my studies; all my thoughts turned to sex, particularly sex with men. It was men with the large hands, strong muscles, hairy bodies and throbbing cocks that dominated my fantasies and kept me hard through the day. There was no shortage of awesome studs roaming the campus. I myself numbered amongst them with my short brown hair, my green eyes and golden tan. At 5'10" and weighing a solid 170lb of lean solid muscle, I knew that my body could open certain doors. I yearned to test that power. Lately, my workouts, both in the gym and in the pool, were suffering from the distraction I felt being around so many hot young male bodies. I'd worked hard to get myself in shape and I wasn't looking to lose ground by turning my workouts into cruise time. So I decided to check out the old university gym out by the football field. Nobody used it much except for games and the occasional track and field meet. Coming around the corner of a large Greek revival building I spied the gymnasium. The building looked like no one had been near it in a long time, though I knew it was probably used on a fairly regular basis. I tried the door, found it unlocked and proceeded to the men's locker room. The locker room was small with high windows on three sides which gave plenty of light. My plan was to change into my gym clothes, find the weight room and run through my workout in record time and with no distractions. But as I began to undress, the feel of the cool air against my skin, the damp smell of the locker room steeped in an odor derived from the thousands of naked sweaty males with their jocks, scenting the air over the years and my solitude in the midst of this small temple of manflesh caused my dick to swell. As I walked around the empty locker room, I ran my hands over my chest and abs feeling the ridged hard muscle. My fingers teased my nipples bringing them to hard points. I stroked my fat cock running my hand along its seven plus inches. I reached behind myself grabbing my balls. I tugged on them bringing the globes back between my legs and ass cheeks. I could feel the cum boiling in my sack as I surrendered to the erotic atmosphere in which I had found myself. I found a bench back around at rear lockers and laid back. I began to stroke my dick, picking up speed as I drove myself toward climax, my need to shoot was so intense. I was so close, teasing my nipples as I pounded my raging hard on. All at once my balls tightened and my body shuddered, rocked by an immense orgasm as a huge rope of spunk shot out of my dick and landed across my cheek, nose and mouth; a second blast landed on my chest and arm. My dick fired four more volleys of jism that ran down my sides and coated my hands. Suddenly, as I lay there panting, I heard the sound of voices and footsteps just outside the locker room. I froze not knowing what to do. The showers were on the far side of the room with the door in between and my towel was nowhere near me. Shit! I got up to head over to the showers as quickly as I could. As I began to cross the center floor of the locker room, two guys came through the door. They were each dressed in gym clothes and it appeared they had just finished some sort of workout. Their shirts were soaked and their faces glistened with sweat. They were both about my height, perhaps a little taller. One was blonde with short hair and blue eyes, the other had black hair and the brightest light blue eyes I had ever seen. They both appeared to have awesome bodies. I quickly turned my back to them as I rushed towards the shower area. The shower area was a large tiled alcove with shower heads hanging from the ceiling in the center. I looked around quickly to find the shower faucet control but to no avail. The shower was old and didn't appear to have individual shower controls. I looked around for a central control lever. Meanwhile, the load I had shot all over myself was running down my torso and drying on my face and arm. I had to get the water running before the two studs came in and discovered that I had shot a load of jizm all over my body. As I continued trying to figure out how to activate the showers, I could hear the two hunks laughing and talking just outside the shower in the locker room. They were making baudy comments about some girl's tits and the size of other guys' dicks, how their workouts were progressing and general good natured comments about campus life. Meanwhile, I was beside myself, trying to figure out the old shower system. Finally, I found what looked to be the shower control lever. It was stuck! I couldn't get the lever to turn. I was so fixed on it that I didn't notice that the two studs had entered the shower area and were standing right behind me. "Here let me try" said the blonde, as he reached around me to flip a small clip that was hardly visible, but prevented the lever from moving. As he reached grabbed the lever and turned it, his arm brushed against my chest and came away with my spunk smeared all over his forearm. The blonde looked at his arm then at me taking in my spunk covered face and chest. I figured I was in for one hell of a ridicule session from these two college jocks. Instead the blonde turned me around to show me to his friend like an exhibition. "Wow! Dude, you must've been saving that load for awhile! Trent, check it out! Man, he must've pumped a quart of jizz on himself!" exclaimed the blonde. "Impressive. Is it all yours, guy?" the dark haired stud asked, looking around and then checking me out from head to toe. "Y-y-yeah" I stammered. "Cool" replied the dark haired one. The blonde said "We thought we were the only ones who used this place this time of day. We really dig the peace and quiet, especially after a hard workout. But, man! Dude, that's ... man, that's fuckin' hot ...jerkin' off here in the locker room ... Wow!" "Well, you know sometimes you just need relief," I stammered. "It just felt ... right. I didn't expect anyone to come along." "You're in pretty good shape," said that dark haired stud. "What's your name?" "Jon," I replied. I didn't know what to expect. They didn't seem to be upset by my admission. In fact, they seemed excited by finding out that some randy jock was in here pounding his pud. The dark haired one said, "I'm Trent, this guy's my best friend, Mark." "Hi," I replied to them both. I stepped under the shower to rinse off all my cum. Looking down at my crotch, Mark said, "Looks like you're in need of more relief, dude!" Looking down, I saw my dick was hard as stone and dripping pre-cum. "Sorry. It sometimes has a mind of its own," I blushed. "No problem, guy. Water's warm," Trent replied as he moved under the spray. Given the fact that the shower heads were suspended from the center ceiling there was no way to hide my erection. I stood in the center of the floor with Trent and Mark and let the water run over my body washing away the drying cum. Trent offered me a bar of soap he'd brought in with him. "Thanks," I said, as I took the soap from him noting how hot he looked standing there with his well-muscled body and hefty cock. Trent said, "I know how hard it is to get that stuff off after it dries. Especially when I've jacked off and fallen asleep then wake up the next morning with it dried in the hair on my chest" Trent said and I noticed the pattern of dark hair across his chest and tapering down his cut 8-pack abs and finally to the large bush surrounding his fat uncut cock. His balls were likewise, covered with black hairs as were his legs. He even had black hair on the tops of his feet. Unlike the front of him however, his broad muscular back and muscular ass were smooth as a baby's skin. I glanced over at Mark and almost shot off right then. Mark was beautiful with a handsome square jawed face, golden tanned body that was smooth, cut and sculpted in layers of hard muscle. His dick was as easily long as mine, but where mine was thicker than average, Mark's was well beyond average. The man meat that hung between his thighs was an amazingly solid tube of maleness with large veins running down its length and around its girth. Now understand, these two were not over built like some body builder, but they were strong well-muscled hunks who obviously took pride in their physiques and were endowed with awesome cocks. My cock was now back at full attention and there was no hiding the vibrating pillar. "Your dick's awesome, man," observed Mark gazing steadily down at my throbbing member. "I guess I'm still a little horny," I laughed. "I'll have to jack off back at the dorm." "Why wait?" asked Trent as he checked out my dripping dick. "Go ahead and finish now. Doesn't bother me..." "Or me!" said Mark who had begun to stroke his own cock in anticipation. Using the soap I got from Trent, I began to jack off my pulsing cock. "Hmmm" I moaned ,as I played with my nips teasing them to hard points. Trent walked up to me and brushing my hand away began to tease my nipples with his large hands, using his fingers to pinch and flick at the sensitive nubs. I could feel the pressure of Trent's hard cock rising against my balls, coating them with his juice. Grabbing his dick, I began to stroke its thick length. Meanwhile, Mark sidled up behind me and rubbed his own thick stick in the crevice of my ass. Holding me close from behind, Mark inserted three of his fingers in my mouth. After I had got them real slick, Mark moved them south to tease my twitching asshole. His thick fingers teased my tight rosebud, until it relaxed and opened up to their invasion. Slowly, Mark inserted first one, then two, and finally, three of his fingers, opening up my ass and making me moan as he hit my prostate's magic button and caused my dick to spasm and leak out a flood of pre-cum. I wanted more than Mark's thick fingers. I wanted Mark. I wanted Trent. I wanted them both. Now! Trent slowly moved down my torso going to his knees finally engulfing my quivering stalk in his mouth. I gasped, as I felt his tongue moving about my glans and shaft causing a torrent of pre-cum to flow from my cock. Mark was now positioning himself against the entrance of my ass. With a gentle push, he slowly slid his behemoth into my hot channel. My ass lips were stretched to their max and the pressure against my prostate was mind blowing, creating feelings that took my breath away. We managed to lower ourselves to the floor with out losing contact. Trent rolled onto his back offering me his dick as he took mine down to the root, with Mark setting the tempo, pumping his monster dick in and out of my ass. We settled into a rhythm that brought us closer and closer to the point of no return. Suddenly, I felt Mark's cock swell even more as he blasted his load deep inside me, coating my guts with his hot spunk. The hammering against my prostate triggered my own orgasm and I flooded Trent's throat with my manseed, even as he shot his own sweet tasting jizm down my gullet and filling my eager mouth. Pulling spent cocks from each other, we stood up and let the water wash over us in warm torrents. We talked about sports and working out as we finished our shower. Then, as we dried off, Trent asked if I'd ever done anything like we'd just done with another guy. I told them that I'd had the occasional blow job in some bathroom, but that I'd never had the opportunity to really mess around with other guys. Mark and Trent invited me to join them for their daily workouts. I readily agreed and thanked them, looking forward to more opportunities to explore their hot bodies. None of us had begun to dress yet and despite our recent sexual Workout, I was feeling horny again. I was just about to say something about my steady state of horniness, when a member of the maintenance staff walked into the locker room. He was about 35 years old with dark hair and a mustache. He appeared to be Italian or Greek. His brown eyes were deep and penetrating. He glanced at the three of us as he sauntered across the locker room. Looking at me, his mouth turned up in a grin that was almost a sneer. I turned away and realized that my dick was hard again. Trent and Mark stared at the maintenance man, clearly impressed by his swarthy good looks. The man opened up one of the lockers across from where we stood, and began to slowly undress. As he removed his clothes, the man revealed his muscular body with its massive pecks, 8-pack abs and tree trunk thighs, all of which were covered in thick black hair. I was struck by the density of the hair in the crack of his ass and was dying to get a look at the man's cock and balls. He must've sensed my need, because he slowly turned towards me showing me his thick dick and large balls, the whole of which was surrounded by a cloud of thick black hair. I stared at the man, unable to believe my eyes, as I watched his cock fill with blood and begin to rise. The man casually brought his palm up to his mouth then back down to his hard cock and began slowly stroking the monumental stalk. I felt a mouth on my own hard dick. Looking down I placed my hands on either side of Mark's head encouraging him to take me to the root down his throat. Trent got down behind me and began to run his tongue around my twitching hole then plunging his hot tongue deep in my ass. The maintenance man walked over to us. Standing on the bench in front of me, he offered me his dripping cock. I opened my mouth and allowed the huge dick to snake its way deep down my throat. After a few minutes of this action, my balls were churning, but I didn't want to cum without having the maintenance man's ramrod deep in my ass. Pulling my mouth off the man's pulsing organ, I laid down on the bench. The maintenance man stepped down, straddling the bench and lined up his well-lubed cock with my hungry hole. Raising my legs over his shoulders, he began to enter me slowly, sliding inch after massive inch of his manhood inside me. At first, the pain was almost blinding, but eventually the pleasure of being taken by this titan overcame the initial discomfort. I could feel the hair of his groin against my tortured ass. He paused a minute to let my ass get used to his immense girth, and then began to fuck me with long steady strokes, catching my prostate on every pass, quickly driving me to the edge. Meanwhile, Mark moved up behind the maintenance man and began tto insert his own large member in the man's ass. When Mark had finally managed to penetrate the man's tight hole, he began to fuck him in rhythm with the man's strokes in and out of my ass. We worked together like a well-oiled machine. Trent decided he wanted more of my dick, and moved into a position where he could suck my dick, while feeding me his own engorged prong. It wasn't long before Trent blasted another load of spunk down my throat. Mark got his nut next, crying ou,t as he filled the maintenance man's ass with his stud spunk. The maintenance man was close, as he lifted up pulling me up onto his lap, savaging my ass with his dick and my tits with his mouth. The man kissed me deeply as he unloaded his essence into my guts. Laying me back on the bench, the man replaced his dick with his thick fingers and began to suck my dick, as he fingered my ass driving me over the edge. I exploded in his mouth, noting that the guy didn't lose a drop. When he had swallowed my load, he kissed me allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. We all took another shower, kissing and touching each other. It wasn't long before we were ready for another go. After I'd had a shot at (and in) Trent's ass, as we left, I agreed to meet Mark and Trent back at the old locker room the next day and then asked the maintenance man if he'd be around. He said that he'd make a point of being there. I asked him what his name was and he told us his name was Phil and that he had the task of maintaining the old gym facility. It was beginning to look like a great year on campus!