Gay Erotic Stories

I'm in sales and it had been a rough day. I cover a wide territory and therefore travel a lot. I had spent the entire day making 'cold calls' in a new area with no success. I was about ready to call it a day, but thought I should give it one more try. It was late and I thought maybe I could end the day right. I mainly target small local owned businesses, and came upon a strip mall that had mostly chain stores. Tucked away at the end of the strip was a little shop. I decided to pull in a spot and go for it.

I entered the seemingly empty store and saw immediately it was a nutrition supplement store. Bottles of supplements and tubs of protein lined the walls and shelves. It was a neat clean store. As the door closed behind me, the little bell dangling from the handle jangled. A smooth sounding voice from the back called out," I'll be right with you!".

I said thank you and turned to look at the merchandise. I wasn't into the whole fitness thing, but admired people who were. I knew I should be in better shape, but just never got up the motivation. As I was looking at some muscle building products, I was startled by someone who was suddenly right behind me. "Can I help you sir?" I jumped slightly and turned around. I couldn't believe what I saw standing before me!

The most amazing looking man I had ever seen appeared from the back. He was young, maybe 22 or 23, and just under six feet. He had short light brown hair and dark eyes. His skin was smooth and tanned and as he smiled a welcome to me two cute dimples appeared on his face. But what really stood out was his unbelieveable muscled body. He wore a knit shirt with the business name on the pocket. The shirt must have been a triple extra large! He had a thick neck and wide shoulders and arms that looked extremely powerful. His oversize shirt covered his arms down to the elbows. His chest proudly stuck out and the definition between his pecs was evident even under the cover of his shirt. His chest narrowed down to a trim waist which was highlighted with a loose belt holding up his khaki pants. His powerful legs flared out from his waist so much that he stood with his feet apart to accomodate their size.

"I'm sorry sir, the store was closing in a few minutes and I was getting a hard start on some work in the back. I was taking inventory." I was taking inventory of this muscle man in front of me. "My name is Travis, how can I help you?"

I explained that I was interested in speaking with someone about insurance for the business, and Travis said the owner would be in in the morning. "Can I show you something, though, since you are here?" My mind raced at the thought of the things I would like to see.

"Well no. I'm not much into fitness and all that. But you can show me some things if you want. It's been a long day of selling insurance."

"I sure could have used some insurance a year ago," Travis offered. "I had an accident and hurt my wrist. The cost was unreal, and not just for the bills. It cost me a career, too."

"What do you mean?"

"I had been a professional powerlifter since I was sixteen. I had made some good money for about four years, then when I hurt my wrist, I was advised not to ever do powerlifting again. I stopped working out completely. It was terrible. Then I got a job here and started saving up some money. I finally got motivated to start working out again about three months ago. It was tough cause I was really out of shape."

I couldn't imagine him ever being out of shape. "I guess that's my problem with fitness, I'm just not motivated to do it. It's not something I know how to do on my own."

"It's not that hard really." Travis looked at the clock. "It's time to close. If you want to stay for awhile I can maybe talk to you about getting motivated to workout."

"Sure!" This sounded like a great opportunity!

Travis went to the door and took out a key and locked it then reached up to pull the blinds down and closed them. I watched as his muscles worked even doing such small tasks. He was incredible!

"There! Now we won't be bothered! So, what are your goals for working out? To be motivated you need a goal. Is it losing weight? Gaining weight? Building muscle? Getting rid of some bodyfat? Basically it's about what you want to look like."

I took a leap and said," Well, actually, Travis, I would love to look like you. You look amazing if you don't mind me saying so." I hoped it wasn't too forward.

"Well, thanks! I try really hard to keep in shape. It's all about being happy with who you are. What part of the body are you most in need of improving?"

"I guess like most guys I would like bigger arms and a big chest. Like yours. How do you do it?"

"For biceps, it's all about curls. There are several parts of the muscle you want to work. Let me show you". He pushed up his sleeve to unveil the biggest bicep I had ever seen! He was talking about grips and form, but I wasn't paying any attention. All I could see was his bicep bulging and pumping as he moved his arm in pretend curl motions. "You look a bit lost. Too much information?"

"Actually, Travis, it's too much muscle. I couldn't take my eyes off your fantastic looking bicep! It's huge. How big is your arm?"

"You mean in inches? I don't know...really I have no idea. I don't get into measurements. I just like what I see in the mirror."

We were both silent as he watched me focus on his bicep. I moved in a little closer. He could sense I wanted to see more. "I can flex my bicep for you if you want me too. That way you can see how big it is. Would you like me to flex for you?" He looked me in the eyes and without saying a word I gave my approval. He rolled his sleeve up all the way so I could see even the separation between the bicep and the shoulder muscles. He shook his arm and twisted it a bit, then brought up his forearm and flexed for me. The tan smooth skin of his peak touched the edge of his forearm muscles. He boundced it a bit and then noticed me staring. Almost laughing he asked "How's that?"

"Incredible." That was all I could say. "Absolutely incredible". It looked to be at least 18 or 19 inches. Enjoying my appproval, he moved his arm into different positions and poses conintuing to flex. At one point I just reached out and felt it. I could barely get my hand over his bicep. He flexed and pumped it as I felt it. Travis seemed to like the attention.

"If your goal is to look like me...well why don't I just show you what your goal is." Travis then winked at me and started to take off his shirt. He pulled his staff shirt off first and revealed a tight sleeveless undershirt that was exploding with his muscles. He stood there for a moment and let me take it all in. He seemed to enjoy the attention I was giving him and smiled. HIs dimples made the total packeage complete. He lifted both arms and flexed some more for me and then hit a few poses. "Have you ever seen muscles do this before?" He started to bounce his pecs. His pecs were large and full and as the popped up they almost came out of the top of his undershirt.

"Wow! That is really cool! That makes your chest look really strong!"

"Here, let me show you!" He looked me in the eye and pulled off his undershirt. His muscles were breathtaking! I just stared as he popped his pecs up and down, and flexed and posed for me. "That get you motivated?" I nodded. "Just remember to go by what you see in the mirror. You have to like what you see. Do you like what you see right now?"

"Oh yeah! I'd do anything to look like you Travis!"

"Well I can help you get started. I can give you lots of nutrition information and exercises and stuff, but first I need to finish work. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat?"

"That would be great. I've got to go check into my hotel too."

"Why don't you come over to my apartment instead? I've got weights and other equipment and I can show you how it's done. That way we can spend some more time together."

"That would be awesome Travis! Thanks!"

"But first I need to get this work done. If you want to help me get it done, we can get out of here faster."

"Travis, there's nothing I would enjoy more than taking inventory with you!"

He kept his shirt off the whole time we were in the back and I watched all those muscles in action. He worked and sweated and got hotter by the moment. When we were done, we went to his apartment and I continued to 'take inventory'!