Gay Erotic Stories

I’ve noticed you at the gym a few times - how can I miss you. At 6’1 and over 300 pounds of muscle, you are the biggest thing there. I see you train with another guy - he is also huge, about 5’11 and 270 pounds is my guess. You are there each night when I come in to train - both pumping huge weights, grunting and yelling as you pump your huge arms and thick pecs. I’ve also noticed you in the changing rooms. Standing in the showers, flexing as you rub your muscles with soap. Your bulging arms, thick chest, muscular torso, massive thighs, and your long thick cock. You know I watch you, as you stand there rubbing your massive body, giving me quite a show. Sometimes when you finish you walk past me on the way back to your clothes, staring at me as you walk past. Your stare is predatory - I am something you want to have, to take and use.

Today is much like any other day. You and your partner are training, doing chest and shoulders. You decide to have a bit of a pose down in the gym at the end of your workouts, comparing poses, and attracting a lot of attention. You then head to the showers.

I follow a few minutes later.

I find you leaning against my locker. You grin, although your eyes are intense, looking at something you need to posses. You stretch and flex lazily, and say you feel like a massage, and wonder if I could help you. I readily agree, desperate to run my hands over your muscular body to feel your raw animal power.

You put your arm round my back, give my shoulder a squeeze, then your hand drops forward slightly and you cup my pec, and squeeze again, before letting your arm drop down my back and resting on my ass - you cup an ass cheek and squeeze again. “I like a powerful massage - nice and hard - think you can manage that?” I just nod, so enthralled by your powerful body.

You guide me into a room off the changing room marked massage and I see your partner there - sitting on a massage bench. He is naked, legs apart, his long thick cock resting on the bench. He is leaning back slightly, his pecs and abs displayed nicely.

“Rolf, my partner - he needs some attention too.”

I start towards Rolf, but you have moved behind me and place two firm hands on my hips and hold me in place. “You want to play with Rolf? You think you can handle him? Beg for it.” I laugh nervously and you pull me back against you, my ass feeling the outline of your long hard cock. “Beg for it boy.”

I start to beg, pleading for you to release me, to let me suck on Rolfs cock. You let out a low soft laugh, as one hand glides round and grabs my now hard cock and squeezes hard until I cry out. Rolf sits there, now stroking his cock, staring at me in desire.

“You want it? You’ve got it - hope you can handle it!”

Your hands move again, this time up my body and squeeze my pecs, squeezing hard again until I cry out. Then you grab my t-shirt and pull, tearing the material, until it is in shreds. You pull it off my body and grab my pecs, again squeezing until I cry out. Your hands move down and grab my shorts and pull again until the material rips - you rip the shorts off my body. Then you grab my underwear and rip it to shreds, until the sad remaining piece of elastic drops down my shaking legs.

You push me forward to Rolf, whose thick hard dick lies ready for my mouth. I go to kneel down, but again you are behind me, and grab my hips. You put a hand on my head and bend me down towards his cock, exposing my ass to you. As my mouth closes round his cock, you reach back, drop your shots, and then ram home. I try to cry out, to lift my head, but Rolf has me in a vice like grip. He pulls my head up and down on his thick cock as you ram me from behind. You both continue to fuck me from either end, driving your hard rods home.

I am gagging, and my ass is on fire, and you continue to pump. Long hard strokes down my throat and my ass. There is no escape as your hands grip my hips, holding me in place as you ram hard into my ass. Rolf too grips my head, pushing it up and down on his thick rod, fucking my face, my throat.

Finally Rolf throws back his head and screams as he releases a thick load down my throat. You join him in the scream, releasing another thick load down my ass. You let go and I collapse on the floor. Rolf and you look at me and laugh. You both head to the showers, leaving me lying on the floor, gasping for breath, and writhing in pain.

You look back from the door and grin again, that same possessive look “I’ll be back for more boy! You belong to me now.”