Gay Erotic Stories

I loved the gym! Normally, I would workout on alternate days and usually late in the afternoon or early evening. On one occasion, I arrived at the gym just an hour before closing. I knew I’d have to rush my routine, skip a few exercises and reduce the number of reps. That thought didn't put me in the best frame of mind!

One advantage to arriving late was that the gym was relatively deserted. Most of the studs were regulars. But, I noticed one stud that hadn't gained my attention previously. He was about my age, but had more mass. He was wearing white shorts and a blue tank. Obviously, he wasn’t wearing any briefs!

When you've grown-up in a gym, you know what to do and what not to look at. So, I avoided glancing at him as he performed each exercise with precision. As he lifted each weight, he would exclaim, "Easy does it!"

It was his wicked smile that drew my attention when I did risk a glance his way. Yeah, I know he had other more attractive physical attributes, but a smile can trigger a lot of emotions. I found myself thinking a lot about this dude; wondering what he'd be like in the sack. I hate having a boner when I'm exercising!

Near closing time, the attendant strolled by to indicate the workout area would be closing for cleaning, but the locker room would remain open for another hour.

As I hit the lockers, I was drenching in pure man sweat. My entire body was dripping. The stud of my glances arrived in the locker room while removing his tank. His chest glistened in the light. He was tanned even in mid-winter! His nips were firm, surrounded by beads of sweat.

I noticed he did stretching exercises supported by the wall as he prepared to enter the showers. He repeated the familiar, "Easy does it!" while he flexed his body.

My heart was beating in overdrive! Why is it that at moments when we want to be cool, we seem to be so awkward? I tried to think of a hundred opening lines to see if he might be interested in a little contact sport.

I stepped out of my briefs and headed for the shower. As I passed him, I noticed he was now naked and very much erect. He teased his manhood saying, "Easy does it, boy!"

There were individual shower stalls, but no doors on each.

The hot water splashed against my tired body, invigorating me. As I began to soap-up, the image of the stud in the shower with me filled my thoughts. And, I was responding to that image with all my 8 inches of prime stock.

Steam filled the stall. Water teased my body. I felt so alive!

As I began to soap my body, I felt erect, stiff and ready for action. I clumsily dropped my soap. As I reached to pick it up, I saw the stud standing beside me. He bent over to retrieve my wayward soap.

As he picked up the bar, he asked with confidence, "Would you like a soap bud, I've got great technique?"

I stammered, "Sure, why not?"

He stood behind me and began soaping my abs. He moved down my body, encircling my erection, teasing it with slippery hands.

As he seized my firmness, he whispered, "Easy does it!"