Gay Erotic Stories

Well, I’m in college, using up that wrestling scholarship you helped me get. I promise to do you proud. I like it here. I’ve done and am doing what I promised. I’m dating girls, too. I enjoy their company but I feel just as comfortable with them platonically as I am screwing them. Meanwhile, I’ve met some really great guys at wrestling meets.

Also a really neat guy at the gym. He’s a gymnast, but that’s okay. He’s got muscles, and he’s cute as hell. I think we’re establishing sort of a connection but we’re both afraid to take it to the mat. I know he thinks I’m straight. Who knows? I’m taking your advice; I’m taking it slow and cautious. Consequently, I am still waiting to be ‘shown’ that final frontier. I’ve wished more than once that I’d let you show me when I had the chance. Needless to say, my sex life is pretty much on hold except for my fist, and a couple of girls. My fist serves me well. Just wanted you to know that I think about you and that I will never forget what all you did for me. You set me on the right path so I can find my way in this life. No one else, except Coach Bodine, cared enough to do that. You can tell that, obviously, nothing has changed at home with my folks. But that’s okay. We get along as well as need be. Gratefully yours,

Zack

I let a few tears go over his letter. It…he…meant so much to me. He still didn’t realize how much. Meanwhile, I was foolish enough to let my emotions get in the way of common sense and started up a relationship with one of my students. He reminded me of Zack in his manner and his build and his good looks; and that he seemed to be lost to the world, lacking good parental guidance from home. I found him looking down in the dumps one day and asked him what the problem was. He said his life was going down the tubes. I thought it was girl problems, except the only problem I knew that Brian Tate had was warding the girls off. He was a stud, and I couldn’t imagine a stud having girl problems. “My car is dead in the water, I need new tires for starters,” he said.

“Oh, I thought it was something serious, like girls,” I said.

“I can’t afford to take a girl out on a date,” he said.

All I could offer were words of comfort at the time but I gave it some thought and with the help of a friend of mine, we got Brian a job at the nearby college as an artist’s model. He balked at first. He had the looks and the body for it but he was self-conscious about his body and shy to a fault. I took him over to the college and the woman who interviewed him was so sweet and gushy that she very quickly put him at ease. So at ease that she had him out of his clothes in no time so she could see if he had the qualifications. She was elated. The experience not only brought in some much-needed cash, it also made Brian more aware of his sexuality.

I caught him practicing some poses in front of the mirrors in the locker room after he had showered. His body was still wet and glistened in the soft light from the naked overhead bulbs. He jumped when he heard me and quickly grabbed his towel.

“I thought I was alone,” he said, embarrassed, as he began drying off.

“No need to be embarrassed, Brian, its not like I’ve never seen you naked before,” I said.

“Besides if you’re self-conscious in front of me, how the hell do you pose naked in front of a whole class?”

The incident opened up a new avenue of communication between us which eventually led to my seduction of him one late afternoon after school. It happened as if it’d been well planned out; even choreographed. He came into my office to ask me something, still drying off, and I couldn’t help looking at his big cock, so fluffed up from his shower and the way it was swinging around, I made a remark.

“Damn, you could put an eye out with that thing, Brian,” I said.

“Only if you’re down where I would hit you in the face with it,” he said.

I was taken aback by his boldness, but the moment that followed was an electrifying one and drew us together like a magnet. He seemed to sense what I was thinking. I ended up sucking his cock that afternoon; giving him his first blow-job. That’s all it was for him; raw, raging sex and he couldn’t get enough of it. He didn’t make any demands of me, but he was horny for a blowjob every day of the week and we had to move it to my apartment. I passed it off as tutoring him in history. I longed for Zack and wondered constantly how he was doing. I decided to pay him a visit. I was dubious about surprising him but I wanted to find whatever I might find. I left after school on a Friday and drove the six hours to where he went to college. I searched for his address among the rows of dormitories but there was no such address. I finally asked at a gas station and got directions. He wasn’t living in the dorm. He lived in a large three-story brown-stone in a very nice neighborhood. I had butterflies in my stomach as I knocked on the door. It wasn’t Zack who answered the door, but a tall, lean-muscled youth wearing onion-skin running shorts and sneakers. His body was ripped and glistening with sweat. His dark eyes danced as he opened the door.

“Yes, sir, what can I do for you?”

“I was looking for Zack Mitchell,” I said.

“Zack’s gone to work. I was just getting ready to shower and get dressed and go down to the club,” the youth said. “Are you his uncle? I know you’re not his dad.”

“No, I’m…I’m just an old friend. We met at one of his wrestling matches,” I said.

“Conroy? Jack Conroy?” he asked with a wide smile.

“Yes.”

“Zack’s talked a lot about you. Come on in. You can come down to the club with me. He’ll be glad to see you.”

“I wasn’t sure…I didn’t let him know I was coming.”

“I’m Aaron,” he said, putting out his hand.

We shook hands and I watched his muscular arms flex. I had a tough time keeping my eyes off his abs. And his tiny shorts bulged out nicely in front and he had terrific thighs. He excused himself and went to shower while I wondered about Zack and this incredibly handsome, built young stud he was living with. I also wondered about the apartment. It didn’t fit the mold of poor, struggling college students. Aaron came out wearing pale yellow shorts, very short, and a dark blue body-fit knit shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, and hiking boots and a baseball cap. He almost took my breath away, and I could only imagine how it would be to see Zack again. We drove in Aaron’s car to the club, wherever it was; whatever it was. I didn’t ask what kind of club it was; I would find out soon enough.

The place was called BS. The entrance was down a dimly-lit alley.

“The BS stands for babes and studs,” Aaron explained. “It’s pretty risqué for a town this size, but it is a college town, and it’s tucked away down here in the warehouse district where it won’t cause the locals any embarrassment.”

Inside the music was loud, with a deep, throbbing beat. It was packed with college kids, plus a few older, like myself and a few, male and female alike, who, up close, didn’t look like they were old enough to be there. Aaron led me through the crowd toward the bar. I wondered, then, if Aaron was old enough to drink, or Zack. Aaron wedged in between someone to order drinks without asking me what I wanted. I looked around for Zack, expecting that maybe he was tending bar. It took a few minutes for my eyes to get used to the soft but intense lighting and I didn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he was operating the lights, and there was the mist of smoke from one of those machines.

“What does Zack do here?” I asked. “Is he a bartender, on break or something?”

“No, he’s working right now,” Aaron said, nodding toward the back of the huge room.

I saw the cage, then, suspended down from the ceiling just high enough so people couldn’t reach it. I couldn’t make out features, but there was a very shapely woman dancing in a thong and pasties covered with a thin negligee-type thing and an equally shapely male in crew socks and very brief, tight boxers. He was behind her, twisting and grinding his hips and shoulders to the beat of the music as he ran his hands up and down her body. “That’s Zack?” I asked, after gulping down my surprise.

“Yeah, let’s try to get closer. He probably can’t see you, but you’ll be able to recognize him.”

I squeezed through the crowd behind Aaron to the back. “I hope this doesn’t offend you,” Aaron said, turning around. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“No, it doesn’t offend me at all,” I assured him. We managed to squeeze in along the back wall where I could watch Zack and the woman going at it. Now and then he would press himself against her and twist around like he was fucking her from behind. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps Zack had found himself and not crossed to my side of the fence after all.

“It started out as a strip club but the female students complained about their boyfriends bringing them here and having to watch other women. So they have male and female dancers now, so it attracts everybody; something for everybody,” Aaron explained.

Aaron stayed with me for a few minutes then saw someone he knew and excused himself. I was in my own little world, standing down in the shadows watching the gorgeous young stud do his sexy, sensual moves. I could feel the tingling in my loins; dam, I hoped I didn’t get a hardon. I waved up at the cage a couple of times but he didn’t see me. He seemed to be too preoccupied with dancing to notice anybody, and the lights were on him. They did a couple more numbers before there was a break in the music. Zack helped the girl out of the cage and other eager, willing hands reached to help her down the ladder to the floor. There were some eager and willing hands reaching out to help Zack too when he came down the ladder. He was surrounded by admirers, male and female alike, complimenting his body, his dancing, and grabbing quick feels of his muscles. “Hey, Zack!” I called out.

He turned around when he heard my voice and I waved to him. He didn’t see who it was at first but we made our way through the people toward each other till he recognized me.

“Jack!” he exclaimed happily. “Jack, it’s great to see you!” He pushed through and gave me a big, hard hug. I nearly fainted at the feel of his warm, naked, smooth muscles against me, remembering that fantastic body in bed. He led me in back where there was a little room, barely larger than a closet that was used as a dressing room. He closed the door to the din of noise and hugged me again.

“Man, it’s great to see you!”

“It’s great to see you. You look fantastic!” I said openly ogling his mostly naked body. “I hope I’m not intruding on anything. I should have called but I wanted to surprise you.”

“What’s to intrude on? I’m glad you came. I’ve got another set then I can probably talk my way out of here,” he said.

“Don’t let me interrupt your work. I certainly don’t mind watching,” I said with a wide grin. My eyes raked over him again. “Goddam, you look hot in those boxer briefs.”

“Last night I wore those shorts you gave me,” he said. “They always go over great.”

“How do you manage to keep everything inside them?”

“So, you must have found my place and met Aaron. I guess he brought you here.”

“Yes, he seems like a nice guy.”

“He’s a great guy. You know, you said that I would find the right guy…or the right guy would find me. Well, he did.”

“I want to hear all about it,” I said.

“Well, there’s not as much to tell as you’re thinking,” he said. “But we’ll go into that later.” Someone brought a cold drink in for Zack and another beer for me.

“How did they know I was in here?” I asked.

“Aaron. He sent the beer in. He’s leaving us alone. He’s like that.”

“Does he know…about how we met?” I asked.

“Yes, I’ve told him about you. We’ll go into that later, too.”

His break was a short one. I watched him through another long set, getting hotter by the minute as I pictured and prayed that I could have that gorgeous body writhing and twisting on top of me before the night ended. Another male dancer took his place and we left. Aaron by himself and me with Zack. Aaron must have taken the long way home. “Give me a minute to shower,” Zack said when we went in the door.

I was surprised and a little disappointed that he didn’t invite me into the shower with him, or at least into the bathroom. I almost went in anyway but thought better of it. I didn’t know enough about his life to be so presumptuous. He came out a few minutes later, drying off. I stared at him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and they kept focusing on his manhood--that beautiful, perfect manhood. I saw him notice and looked away.

“Sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay to look,” he said. “For you especially, it’s okay to look. It’s part of my job, you might say, being ogled; it’s what I get paid for.

“So, how are you affording this apartment?” I asked.

“Well, you could say I took your advice; I put my body to good use. I was at the BS one night and one of the owners came up and asked if I would like to be a dancer. I told him I would think about it and he approached me again later in the evening and I told him, yeah, I would come by for an audition. He told me I didn’t need to audition; he said I could get up there and start dancing right then and there if I wanted to.”

“Did you?”

“No. I had to get used to the idea first. I didn’t go back for several days. But I finally decided to put my muscles to good use. I’m also one of the models who pose for the arts classes,” he went on.

I thought of Brian and the odd parallel between the two boys.

“So you didn’t become an escort,” I said, laughing.

“Yes and no. I ventured down that road a couple of times. The first time turned out okay. It was with a younger guy, maybe your age, well-built and good looking and he had a great sense of humor and I was completely at ease with him. The second time was a nightmare. I responded to the guy’s call, and when I got to his hotel, there was this huge, fat guy at the door. He looked like a beached whale when he lay on the bed. I almost panicked; I couldn’t go through with it. Finally, I let him suck my cock but that was it. So I abandoned that profession for awhile.”

“For awhile?”

“I get offers all the time at the club,” he said. “It’s a whole different clientele and I can judge for myself on the spot whether I want to go with them. It works out good. I don’t end up with any more beached whales.”

“I trust you are wrestling,” I said.

“In season,” he said. “Off season, I do private or exhibition wrestling.”

“You’ll have to explain that,” I said.

“Well, I discovered that there are a lot of men over in Charlestown who follow college wrestling and like to take advantage of the young college guys. I get hired out by small, private groups to do wrestling exhibitions, with another wrestler. It usually ends up naked and then goes from there. It pays dammed good. You take care of a few of the guys, then there are always good tips. Then I get invited back sometimes to do private wrestling, where one certain guy pays me to come to his hotel room and wrestle him.” He chuckled softly. “Its weird, I get paid for beating somebody’s ass.”

“It sounds like you’re doing very well for yourself,” I said.

“It’s getting me through college very nicely,” he said. “I don’t intend to keep up the side jobs once I get my degree.”

“Why not? It’ll probably pay as much as what you’re studying to be,” I said.

“That’s what Aaron keeps telling me.”

“Is Aaron?...we were going to talk about Aaron,” I reminded him. “We’ve only been together for a couple of months,” Zack said. “By together, I mean sharing the apartment. He thinks I’m straight.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Is he straight?”

“Well, I think he is but on the other hand, I think he might be interested in climbing over the fence, just to see if the grass is greener,” he said.

“You’ve lived together for two months and you haven’t taken him over the fence?”

“It’s coming. I told you I wouldn’t know how to meet people for that.”

“Does he know what you do at the club…I mean, as an escort, and the private wrestling?”

“Yes, but he thinks…or pretends to think…it’s all on the up and up.”

“If he isn’t straight, you are putting yourselves through an awful lot of unnecessary pain and agony,” I said. “Well, I am still dating girls once in awhile,” he said. “That’s why he thinks I’m straight.”

“Zack, have you…decided for sure?” I asked. “You certainly seemed to be enjoying dancing with that girl up in the cage.”

“I do--a lot. But I think I would enjoy dancing with a guy just as much.” he said.

“You two guys are wasting time,” I said. “Hell, you ought to at least come together just once so the air is cleared. Do you want me to make that happen?”

Zack laughed. “I’m not even going to ask how you would do that.”

“You came right out and told me you were gay, and you hadn’t known me more than a few hours.”

“You were easy to talk to,” he said. “And I didn’t know you were gay. I thought I was confessing to a straight guy with a sympathetic ear. I had no expectations whatsoever of ending up in bed with you.”

“And you have those expectations with Aaron?”

“Well…yeah…and I think he’s got the same expectations of me, at least once.”

“You guys are both nuts,” I declared and made a mental note to do something to remedy their situation. “Something I’ve gotta ask you, Zack,” I said.

“The answer is yes,” he said with a knowing grin.

My eyes lit up. “That’s great! But it wasn’t Aaron, was it?”

“No, it was a guy at the gym; another wrestler. I’d worn those blue shorts you gave me and he made some remark about them; a jokingly derogatory remark and I pretended to take offense. We started wrestling around like guys will, and things got out of hand, and the next thing I knew he had me spread-eagle across a bench, boring me a new asshole.”

“He didn’t rape you,” I said.

“No, it wasn’t rape. It was a fantasy come true. In fact, he used something on my ass to deaden the pain. It was great. I’ve always wished it could’ve been you, though.”

“Me, too, but it wasn’t the time,” I said. “I told you it had to be in your own time, with the right guy.”

“You were right.”

Aaron came in and we sat around and talked for awhile. Then I remembered the pictures. I got them out of my bag and gave them to Zack. He just smiled and nodded his approval. Aaron reached for them.

“Wow! These are great!” he exclaimed. “Hey, we ought to frame this one,” he said, holding up the picture of Zack posing in his athletic jacket and jockstrap, with his hands on his hips. “I’ve never seen this jockstrap,” he remarked.

“I don’t have it anymore,” Zack said. I wished he had said he’d given it to me; that would’ve brought things out in the open, or at least raised Aaron’s suspicions. When it was time to go to bed, both boys, in turn, offered to sleep on the couch and give me their bedroom. The moment was at hand. “I’m not taking your beds,” I said gruffly. Zack especially was insistent that I take his bedroom.

“I’ll take your bedroom if you guys share the other bedroom, that way nobody has to sleep on the couch.” I said it with the authority of a coach in a tone that they didn’t argue with. I went to bed but I couldn’t sleep. I lay there trying to imagine what might be happening in the next room; listening for some sign that they had perhaps discovered their secret. Of course, there was till the off-chance that Aaron was, indeed, straight, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t want to have sex with Zack. I finally dozed off and was lost to my exhaustion, till the respectable hour of six-thirty. I blinked my eyes open to my new surroundings then got out of bed and crept down to Zack’s bedroom. The sight of the two boys in bed took my breath away.

They lay entangled with Aaron spooned against Zack’s backside, his arm over his chest and his leg over Zack’s thigh. They were both naked. There was a towel on the floor along with a condom wrapper and a tube of lubricant on the night stand. Yes! Aaron had taken Zack to that new frontier! One of them stirred, and then the other and they came awake, stretching away from each other. Aaron blinked with surprise at me standing there and reached for the sheet but Zack held the sheet back.

“It’s okay, he knows,” he told Aaron.

“Oh. Oh, that’s great,” Aaron said.

“You were right about everything, Jack,” Zack said. “All I had to do was wait.”

“What’re you talking about?” Aaron asked.

“He told me all I had to do was wait and be patient; the right guy would come along.” Aaron looked a little embarrassed and I still didn’t know if he was gay or if he was straight and liked having gay sex.

“Well, I, uh…I think I’ll take a shower,” he said as he got out of bed. “You can have my place,” he said to me.

I was startled by his remark.

“It’s okay, we’re not lovers…yet…and he told me about you and him. I figure you two have got a lot of catching up to do.”

I looked at a smiling Zack, who rolled over onto his stomach, clenching his butt muscles. I crawled in bed with him, my cock already fluffing up. He wanted me to fuck him!

“Come back after your shower,” he told Aaron.

Aaron looked at me, as if for permission.

“Yes, come back and park that tight butt of yours on my face,” I said. “And I’ve never been in the middle of a sandwich,” I added with a mischievous grin. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to try taking two guys at the same time, just once?” Zack asked.

“I don’t remember saying it, but yeah, I would like to try it,” I said.

Aaron went to take his shower.

“If I was out of line…if you don’t want to do it…no problem,” Zack said.

“No, I do. Maybe I did say it.”

“Aaron’s pretty big. I’m bigger around, but he’s LONG. He’s going to go in awfully deep.”

Aaron came back refreshed and fluffed out. Zack and I were engaged in a slurping, hungry sixty-nine.

“You started without me,” Aaron said.

“We saved the main event for you,” Zack said.

He had Zack’s athletic jacket. “Here, wear this. You look studly as hell in it. Add a little jock mystique to it. And hey, do you guys mind if we video it?”

I didn’t mind. Zack didn’t mind. We went back to sucking each other’s cocks while Aaron set up the video camera.

“You guys know I’m going to use this video at the collegiate film festival,” Aaron was saying. I didn’t mind. Zack said he didn’t mind, and we went on sucking each other’s cocks.

The End