Gay Erotic Stories

Troy pulled himself out of his enormous bed, looked at the sunrise and went to look in the mirror. It was the last day of April. The difference a year in a local gym had made was marked and visible. Now his glossy blond locks sat, sexy and floppy, on broad, smooth, bronzed shoulders, which melted into globes of biceps and logs of forearms, and also a hairless, chiseled chest which bore no adornment except for his cherished gold chain, which trickled provocatively between his pecs, stopping just short of his immense and magnificent eight-pack. His legs were well-muscled, his calves well-turned, his feet neatly manufactured and well-pedicured. He positively glowed. The impressive bulge in Troy’s silk boxers that he wore to bed started to swell as Troy took in the new him. Twelve months earlier, he had been a gangly 19 year old who had edged his weedy body nervously into the Body Beautiful Fitness Rooms, now he was the golden boy of the Rooms, irresistible to anyone. He decided not to jerk off now, he needed all his sexual energy to perform well in the Rooms that morning. A few stretches later, the bulge was down, and, clad in only “figure” hugging shorts, set off jogging the kilometre to the gym. When he got in, he shamelessly flirted with both the new receptionist, a not unattractive girl in her twenties, and the frustrated, rather ugly locker key boy who always stood gawking whenever he made an appearance. “I might be gay, but I’m not desperate,” he thought to himself. He changed into his jockstrap and his other pair of shorts, and went into the strength training suite. At the pec deck was a new guy. “Now he is BIG,” Troy thought to himself. Troy went to a safe but still noticeable distance, and started to do some bicep curls. The guy must have been about 6’4,” not much bigger than Troy, but he was nearly as broad. His body glistened with sweat, his long, silky, immaculate black hair tied back so as not to get caught up in the machinery. His huge, bronzed pecs, sporting a cross on a gold chain, looked like they were carved in granite, his abs made corrugated steel look puny. His legs were enormous, his biceps could have been used for soccer balls. Troy could feel the bulge growing again. The combined effect of his vast need to cum and his impassioned lust for this, this Adonis caused him to get up and start pumping his pecs at the next deck. He turned between compressions and tried to strike up a conversation. - Hi. Troy Matthieson - Hi. -Don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before. -Nope. -You local? -East Coast. -New York? -Washington. Troy was getting nowhere. In the end, lust took over, and he took the plunge “You really are the sexiest hunk I’ve ever seen,” he said, with animality in his voice. “You gay or somethin’,” the guy said. “Yeah,” said Troy. “Well, you little queer, I got news for ya!” the guy was up on his feet. “So am I” Troy was more than relieved. He was elated. “And do you know somethin else?” the guy was calming down a bit now “What?” “I think you’re fuckin’ gorgeous!” “Thanks!” Troy could feel his chain going up and down with his pulse. He tried to stay calm. “Say, I could use a shower.” “Me too. By the way, I’m Vincenzo, Vincenzo Capelli. My friends call me Vince...” There was a wry smile in his eyes. “..or, of course, stud, lover, you stallion, you know.” “And am I a friend?” “Oh, I think so...” Troy was getting very excited at the prospect of the next few hours. He eyed this Roman god with all the lust of original sin. He moved closer to him, and looked slyly around. “The showers in here aren’t great, Vince” “Really?” “Nah, very impersonal.” “Oh” “However, all is not lost. I’ve just had a new system fitted in my apartment. You could use that if you like.” “Yeah. Could do.” “Come on then” The two sprinted back to Troy’s de luxe apartment. When they got in, Troy turned to Vince and said, softly, “I’m afraid you’ll have to go through my bedroom to get to the shower.” To his great surprise, Vince just snarled, and scooped Troy into his arms. Troy directed him around the apartment, until they finally reached the bedroom. Vince laid Troy down on the silk sheets. “I like that chain, Troy.” “Thanks. My mom gave it to me as a 16th birthday present. That medallion’s cool as well.” “Thanks. Goes with my tan, like yours.” “Yeah....”s “That’s some eight-pack, Troy.” “Yours is pretty fantastic, too” “Trouble is, I can’t dryfuck my own...” “Gosh, Vince, I really need that shower.” “Then come on...” The two went into the massive en-suite off Troy’s bedroom. There was an enormous shower cabinet in the corner. Troy pressed a control button on the wall, and the water began to run inside. They both stepped in, and closed the door behind them. Vince eased Troy out of his shorts and jock, and threw them out of the cabinet. Troy did the same for Vince. Both were perfectly smooth, not the smallest hint of hair on any area of their body, right down to their groins and right up to their underarms. Vince grabbed Troy’s firm ass and pulled him into himself. He kissed Troy passionately, sliding his tongue between Troy’s teeth and probing his mouth. Troy reciprocated. Vince then withdrew his tongue and started to lick Troy’s neck and throat, his chest, and then down to his abs. He slowly lowered Troy until he was lying flat on his back on the shower floor. The hot water created a lot of sensual steam, and made Troy and Vince glisten with moisture and sweat, the fluid beading on their dark coloured bodies. Vince kissed each ab muscle individually, and then, in a moment of athletic lust, straddled Troy’s legs and began to drag his huge tool, at least 10” of it, over Troy’s finely honed abs. Troy writhed with pleasure, his own weighty tackle just tickling Vince’s smooth, wet ass. Vince adjusted himself, and Troy slipped right in. Both thrusted and writhed, creating mutual pleasure, Vince’s thick precum adding another glossy layer to Troy’s ravioli abs and carved pecs. They both started to moan at the same time, both feeling the heights of ecstasy coming ever closer. Troy could feel Vince’s cock starting to pulsate on his stomach, Vince Troy’s cock in his ass. All the time the hot, steamy water continued to hit them, caress them. “Fuck, Troy, I think I’m gonna....Ooooohhh YES!” Vince went into a mighty orgasm before explosively blowing thick, creamy wads of cum over Troy’s golden body. At the same time, Troy reciprocated. Then, Vince lay down beside Troy, his huge body heaving with breathlessness. “Best fuck I’ve had in ages, man! Where did you learn to go like that?” “You learn....here and there” “Troy?” “Yeah?” “Would you do me the honour of being my partner?” “You’re jokin’, huh?” “No.” “OK” Vince eased his frame up , but, as he was getting off the warm shower floor, his chain caught on a flannel hook. As he was trying to disentangle it, the chain broke. He slipped and fell heavily to the floor, hitting his head hard off the ceramic tiles on the floor. The still receding water carried with it the small trickle of blood that flowed from his left temple. Troy, shocked by Vince’s fall and subsequent unconsciousness, stood motionless. After what seemed an age, he called 911. Vince was carried out of the house, to a hospital Troy had never heard of, somewhere the other side of town. Vince awoke from his stupor the next day. He found himself well enough to sit up in bed. He looked at the date on the calendar in his room. It was May 1st - less than one day on from his shower experience. A new month, a new life...or was Troy just a dream? His fears were quickly allayed when Troy, rippling under a trendy shirt and combats, sailed into the room, armed with a huge box and a small bag. “Hey, lover!” “Hey..what ya doin here?” “I thought I’d come and see how my favourite Italian Stallion was doin!” “Thanks.” Troy opened the box, and brought out an enormous bouquet of flowers. Inside the bouquet was a small box. Vince opened it, and found a diamond solitaire ring. “How’d you like your engagement ring?” Vince was overwhelmed. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” “What about me?” The two laughed. Then Troy reached into the smaller bag. He took out a velvet boxes. He opened the larger one first, and gave it to Vince. Inside was a brand new, 24 carat gold medallion on a sumptuous chain. A Saint Christopher. On the back was inscribed “ V, ‘April showers bring forth May flowers!’ Love, T” There was nothing left to be said. Comments? Suggestions? 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