Gay Erotic Stories

John’s feet left small puddles of water on the blue tile floor as he walked from the shower to the sauna. He let his towel slip from his waist as he stopped to look in the mirror. He still wasn’t comfortable with his body. Previously submerged muscle lines were surfacing in his arms and shoulders, but his love handles still wouldn’t let go. He stared hard, tried to imagine his body the way he wanted it to be.

When he stepped into the sauna the heat entered his pores, nose, and mouth and sunk into his lungs and gut. He gasped, the individual hairs in his nostrils on fire, and sunk down onto the wooden bench. The hot boards sizzled as he sat. He cleared his mind, took deep breaths, felt the heat settle into every hidden crevice in his lungs. His body, pink, ran with sweat. He heard a locker door slam. It was nine in the morning, usually a pretty slow time at the gym, and most of the people there were old enough to get discounts at the movies. The sauna door opened.

He didn’t have the body of somebody who worked out in a gym. His lower arms, giant hands, head and neck were a rich coffee brown from exposure to the sun, the rest of his body almost indecent china white in comparison. His muscles were large, but seemed wound tight, like the muscles of a landscaper or quarry worker. His stomach had the impossible definition that only sports like skateboarding and surfing achieved. His features all had an obscene delicacy to them. He looked like an avenging angel with a farmer’s tan.

All of these thoughts flashed through John’s head as the boy stepped into the sauna. The guy turned, pulled his towel off his waist, folded it in half and sat down on the bench below John. John glanced over the guy’s shoulder, almost gasped at the size of this guys cock, he wasn’t sure but hoped the other guy wasn’t noticing his almost hard-on. “I’m Jordan”

It took John a second to snap out of his daze. “My name’s John”

Jordan’s cock had pushed his large balls to opposite sides of his scrotum, and now lay, fat and indecent, on the sauna bench. John watched as the heat relaxed Jordan’s sac, and his cock settled, pushing his balls farther apart. John could feel every beat of his heart in his cock as he tried not to get a hard-on.

John leaned back until his shoulders were on the bench right next to John’s legs. He let his head fall back until he was gazing up at John. “How ya doing?”

John stammered, noticed that Jordan's cock had gotten even bigger. Jordan lifted his arm, set his coarse hand firmly down on John’s thigh, and shoved it roughly up to his stomach. John’s cock was rock hard. Jordan rolled onto his knees as he let his hand fall past John’s cock and grabbed his balls tightly. He pulled John to his feet by his testicles then squeezed his balls till John gasped in pain, then swallowed his cock.

The heat, the pain, the pleasure, John fell back onto the bench. Jordan threw himself against John, forced his tongue down his throat pinned him against the wall. John felt his back spasm; his body struggled to separate its skin from the incredibly hot wall. Jared kept pushing, maintaining the tension between their bodies, then he backed off, letting John catch his breath. Suddenly in one fluid motion, Jordan was standing his cock forced down John’s throat. John watched the dance of Jordan’s stomach muscles, contracting and expanding to force his nearly eight-inch cock down John’s throat. John grabbed Jordan’s thighs, forced his face into Jordan’s crotch. Rough jet-black hair tickled John’s nose, Jordan’s fat cock-head filled his throat, and dizzy with lust, heat and asphyxiation he felt his knees buckle, his hands losing their grip slid down Jordan’s thick thighs. He felt strong fingers, large rectangular palms clamped under his arms before his mind went completely limp.

He emerged from the fog of unconsciousness, thick arms wrapped around his chest, lukewarm water streaming down his face, rock hard cock resting from the small of his back to middle of his ass crack. The body behind his shook gently with laughter, he felt a succession of marble hard muscles dance with the movement, a rhythmic tapping of falling rocks against his back and ass, the cock slipping softly up and down his ass crack. He tried to turn from the almost cold water washing his chest and groin to the hot body cocooning his back but Jordan’s arms held him still. One hand gripping his chest, the other reaching forward and turning the hot water up as his teeth bit gently into John’s neck. Jordan’s free hand reached toward the soap dispenser, his thumb pushing liquid soap into his outstretched fingers.

John gasped, hoping, he felt Jordan’s hand jammed against his back, wrapped around his huge cock. He leaned forward, Jordan’s arm slid down to his waist, John’s forearms and elbows planted against the wall of the small shower stall. Water now running down his back he feels Jordan’s body lose contact with his as Jordan backs to the opposite side of the shower stall. John has never had sex with a guy, wanting the first time to be either thick with love or writhing with lust. He knows he can’t technically be in love with this guy but the lust…

He feels soap slick fingers slide into his ass, palm deep thrust hard enough to almost lift his heels off the tile floor, his head pushed against the wall he gasps a low deep breath, trying to exhale the thrusting pain while holding the overwhelming pleasure between his clamped teeth. His heels lift and fall, lift and fall as Jordan’s thick fingers spread his hole. Just when he thinks it can’t hurt any more or feel any better he feels his heels slam fully to the floor as the fingers slip completely from his ass. There is a momentary pause that seems in the way time has of stretching out tiny moments into personal eternities, to last know less than two days. And then a rush of fire spreads instantaneously from the center of his body to the tip of each shorn hair, to the edge of his crudely cut toenails and better manicured fingernails as the head of Jordan’s cock slips slowly, bruisingly past his sphincter. He locks his arms against the shower wall, willing himself not to pull away, tears running down his face, he forces his whole body backwards.

Now it’s Jordan’s turn to gasp, his feet slipping as John thrusts his whole body violently backwards, pinning him against the shower wall, burying his huge cock in virgin ass so tight Jordan feels his balls pull up, his cock twitch, he comes so viciously, his body twitching fiercely with it that he feels his dick get hard again in the explosive moment. He folds at the waist; his heavy torso falling onto John’s bent back, he breathes fast and heavy, a horse after a winning race. John smiles with the metaphor, the horse cock still twitching in his ass, the pain has almost completely subsided now, only force 8 waves of pleasure slapping against the inside of his skin.

Jordan is almost whimpering now, John clamping his ass tight, his arms stretched backwards, his thumbs buried on each side of Jordan’s cock, his fingers on his thighs, he pushes Jordan’s soap slicked torso slowly backward with his arms, almost freeing his cock from his ass and slams his own body backwards until his ass cheeks rest against Jordan’s thighs. John’s whole body is twitching with the size of Jordan’s cock; this added friction only carrying Jordan closer to the edge of another orgasm. Every time John feels Jordan’s body start to tremor he slows to a halt, in the middle of one particularly vicious thrust polyatomic ions and chemical reactions start to tug at the back of John’s mind.

“Shit”, he says almost breathless.

“Wha?t” slips from Jordan’s mouth.

“I have a chemistry final in half an hour!”

Now Jordan really laughs starting to thrust again, John joins him their thighs and ass slapping with an increasing intensity. Jordan reaches under John, his rough large hands wrapping with near painful force round John’s cock, matching their bodies building motion, cocks twitching bodies trembling. John feels Jordan’s cock stretch even larger in his ass, feels hot cum spill into his ass, Jordan’s full weight falls on John’s back as he feels his own cock explode, knees weak he collapses under Jordan’s weight, both laying on the floor of the shower breathing like collapsed marathon runners. John pulls himself carefully from under Jordan whose cock, no longer hard, is still buried six inches deep in John’s ass, he moans as Jordan dick slides fully from his ass. He stands under the still running shower, washing sweat, soap, and cum off his exhausted body. Jordan gets up slowly, putting his hands on John’s hips, his now flaccid cock fills John’s ass crack. John pulls away reluctantly, “I’ve gotta get to class.”

They both walk to John’s locker where he dresses quickly, his cock starting to stir again already, staring at Jordan standing their, casually, naked, grinning. Jordan reaches into John’s book bag, pulls out a ballpoint pen, starts writing on John’s chest, as he’s doing this he reaches down roughly massaging John’s cock through his jeans, until it strains against his button fly. After he finishes writing his email address and phone number on John’s chest, he leans down, putting his teeth against bare skin, running them down to John’s waist, briefly running his teeth gently over John’s cock.

John pulls his shirt over his head, grimacing at the thought of leaving this for a chemistry exam, his cock already staining his boxer-briefs with pre-cum. Jordan stands, that reckless smile almost makes him skip the exam, that and his now painful erection. He reaches down quickly and grabs his book bag, bolts from the locker room.