Gay Erotic Stories

On Monday, I did a short workout but concentrated on my arms. I raced to the college and got to the classroom which was in the athletic building. I ended up 15 minutes late and when I arrived they had already begun the class. There was one of the students up on a massage table wearing snug boxer briefs lying on his stomach. Coach John and Coach Rick said that Chad had volunteered to be the demonstration model until I got there.

All the students looked like they are very athletic and muscular and Chad was more so than the rest. Now that I was there, we both would be used for the class. In my hurry, I forgot to bring a pair of underwear, just my tight Lycra gym shorts which had a zipper front. The class resumed. Coach John and Coach Rick began lecturing on the different muscle groups using me as a live diagram. They first pointed out the most important neck muscles and moved down to the lats and rear obliques. Next, they had me flex my arms to demonstrate the biceps and triceps. Coach John began tracing his fingers along my triceps

Instead of just pointing. He left them there and began tracing his fingers of his other hand from my forearm down onto my bicep. Coach Rick began doing the same thing to my calf and quads of my right leg as I flexed them. Coach John was now trying to wrap his hands around my upper arm muscles and was lightly squeezing. In order to outline the different quad muscles, Coach Rick was rubbing his hands up and down my legs. All that rubbing was causing me to get slightly aroused and my dick was filling up with blood. But not too much, Thank God. He moved on to my glutes by only feeling me through my shorts. Meanwhile, Coach John moved on to my chest. Every guys eyes were fixed on my body and studying every muscle. I flexed my chest for John as he fondled my pecs. He mentioned that because of my piercings, they would need to be gentle around them as he moved them up and down. I could feel a tingling sensation as he did that and began to sweat a little. My dick began to pulse slightly and grow, filling the front pouch of my shorts. At that point, it was time for me to lay down on the table face down to start.

John and Rick asked for a volunteer to show what they have learned so far in class. All hands went in the air and Chad was selected still just wearing his short cut off sweat pants, a man's body with a boyish face. He was a sheltered rich kid. Chad was also on the gymnastics team. He began by applying a small amount of warm musky smelling oil and continued into a massage. They told him to work more firmly on the back muscles and use long strokes using his whole forearm. His muscular forearm got oily and was rubbing down to the waistband of my shorts. John and Rick both rolled the back waistband down a little so they would not get oily too.

They said that if Chad needed to get more leverage, He could get up on the table and straddle my waist. They said that the more body contact would create a more soothing and relaxing effect. My body was moving forward and backward slightly on the table. The rubbing of the zipper of my shorts against my dick made it fully erect and throbbing. My shorts began to ride up my beefy butt cheeks, exposing the lower third. Chad got off the table and pulled my right leg towards him separating my buns slightly allowing some fresh air through my thin shorts to my asshole causing it to twitch. My dick immediately spewed some precum into the top waistband of my shorts. All the movement on the table began to work it out of the top onto my lower abs and belly button getting them sticky and slick. They instructed Chad to work both hands up my thighs to my glutes and back down. Each time they told him to go higher up. Eventually he had his hands all the way up to the crest of my ass getting it all oiled up. Rick decided Chad needed some more oil and poured some right on my ass and told Chad to work it in good. Of course he added a little too much as some ran in between my buns. Chad, eager to please his instructor, slid his hand in between my ass pulling them apart with the other and began to work it in sliding his fingers over my asshole causing it to twitch. On the next swipe, he pressed a little too hard and slipped in two fingertips. Oh boy, it's time to flip over.

I am really beginning to work up a sweat and my lower abs are completely covered with my precum. I am hoping they think it is just sweat and oil. He begins with my legs. He does a good job on them working all the way up to just below my balls, bumping into them numerous times. By the time he gets to my chest. I am almost panting for air. Chad works my pecs over really well but stays away from my nipples and rings. John and Rick tell him to do the whole pec. So, he gently moved my rings around in his fingers. My nipples get erect and point straight out. He asked me if that hurt and I said that it didn't. Rick instructed Chad to pull them out a little. He kept gently tugging on them almost fascinated by how far they would stretch.

I on the other hand was in sexual agony trying not to soot my load right there and then. John told him to return to the long full body strokes from my feet to my chest. His hands ran through my precum and smearing it onto my chest and his muscular arms. After his fourth pass, he leaned in closer rubbing his chest against my throbbing boner and abs. The scent of my copious precum and musky sweat was filling the air. On the down stroke, his body loosened my zipper from the top moving it down a fraction of an inch. Suddenly, Coach Rick told Chad he was doing it all wrong and for him to step aside while he show him the correct way. He pulled his shirt off revealing a muscular hairy chest with a deep Italian tan.

The dark hair swirled over the muscular mounds with large dark brown swollen nipples protruding above. He raised my arms above my head and worked more oil into my armpits. He began a full body rub bringing his hot chest onto my abs with his face close to the center of my chest. I could feel his breath on me and his full mustache brushed against me.

He started a long slow downward massage bringing my zipper lower. My hardon broke loose and was now sliding up his hairy chest leaving a trail of precum. He reached out for my nipples and began pulling on my rings as his mustache tickled my abs. He turned his head to the side as his cheek met my cockhead. My dick released a huge spurt into his hair. Startled, he turned his head and began to get up with his mouth open in shock. His head was now just above and facing my engorged, spasming cockhead. I shot another huge spurt right into his open mouth. He involuntarily swallowed and reopened his mouth to catch a breath when I shot another glob of semen into his mouth. The last one landed on my abs.

The bell rang. I lay there totally spent while everyone left for their next class. I apologized for what happened, but Coach Rick took all responsibility. Whew.