Gay Erotic Stories

The day at the gym could just not get any better. I stood behind the counter, just being the assistant lackey I was, being sent to where I'm sent, smiling when asked, giving people stuff when they wanted them. Just being an assistant, I told myself. But today, I just stood behind the usual black counter, because Boss Man put me on Cash Reg duty. So, in a way, I was yet still assisting. I tapped my Craig Dunner badge and smiled. You wanted this, my brain reminded me, and then my focus was shifted to the hot sweaty guy who wanted some water. Seeing his Adonis-like body, the clingy sweat holding his white shirt almost see-throughy to his body, and his gorgeous face when he smiled at me reminded me again WHY I had taken this job. Why most people had ever taken this job here.

It was the hot guys. Coven City, my beloved dwelling, was not short of muscleheads or jocky beefy teen studs, and I didn't mind, really. In fact, it was their sexy bodies, the musky smell of the showers, that attracted me to get the job. I have gotten all the jobs I've applied for, so this one was a walk in the park. Actually, I had studied Business Management, but you can't manage much in this city. I was searching for a job that suited "smart people", my family used to tell me, but I didn't search that hard. If I was gonna get a job, I was just gonna be lucky.

And then, the next guy to snap me out my façade was... simply perfect. His blonde hair was just dishevelled over his head, and it looked really sweaty-wet. That was the word, I guess. His shocking green eyes were watching me with amusement at my analysis, twinkling with mischievous excitement as I went down. Like he didn't mind.

I remembered my manners. "Good afternoon, sir, what would you like?" He chuckled at my weak tone and noted the balls of my fingers were pressed tight against the counter. "For you not to act like this is some 5-star restaurant, one. Two, to stop hurting your fingers. And thirdly, a energy drink would be very nice." I laughed at his humour. Funny, too. It was like he was inviting. I quickly spun to the fridge behind me before asking, "What kind?" I turned to see his heart-stopping grin. "Whatever suits your fancy, Craig." Ooh, damn. He said my name. I turned back, trying not to get hard down there. Work and personals were hard not to cross with guys like these... But I still didn't mind.... Was I a yes man? I grabbed my favourite kind of energy drink, the green one, closed the fridge, and spun to see his shocked but still-amused face watching my choice. I immediately frowned. "Would you like me to change it?" He shook his head quickly. "That one is perfect. How much?" I scanned the bottle then read the amount. "1.50, please." He took out a 10 and gave it to me. "Keep the change," he replied with a wink, and he sent the blood rushing into my cheeks. Before he left, I got a quick glimpse of his body, which was probably harder than rock, from the sight of it, and as he walked, his ass taunted me, saying, "I know you wanna grab me..."

But I snapped out of his orbit. It was just too much, a luring evil vortex that sucked me in and just made my body feel like jelly when his eyes glimmered... STOP! I told myself. He was just being flirty. Nice. Not suggestive. He's probably taunting you. That seemed to put me back into business mode, I straightened myself, positioned... out of place things, and then went on with my day.

About an hour after that incident, when I was quite settled back into my normal skin, I heard a familiar raspy voice, saying, "CRAIG!" I turned to see my short, stocky, weird boss man, Doug. He was very much shorter than me, a good head, and I was much more lean in stature than what he was. He was my exact opposite, really. "Yes, boss man?" I replied to his calling respectively, he was 10 years older than me, and I was only 21. His eyes, small in their slits, were very speculative as usual. "I need you to go stockpile the towels in the guy's shower room. Fix up the place, you know the drill. Miranda'll take over the counter for ya. Cool?" I nodded, but grimaced inside because Miranda was stealing my view of that hot Adonis that said my name so sexily... Without hesitation, I ran to the storeroom, got some towels and a mop, and then walked to the showers. A gay man's paradise, IF you were lucky to catch them naked and dripping wet. Right now some guy was finishing up dressing. He nodded at me, I nodded back. My mind said, Not hot enough... To replace that sweet thang....

I mopped the floors. It was a quick job, these new mops were extremely absorbent. I finished, vaguely aware of anything else. Just as I was placing the towels on the rack, I heard that seductive purr of his voice again. "Hey Craig." My cheeks went red, even though I was facing a wall and he couldn't see my face nor my growing erection. I put the towels innocently and said, "Oh, hey you." Like he was just some other guy. I heard him get closer. "Look at me," he asked. I raised an eyebrow. "Do you need something, sir?" "Yes. Your attention." I hung the last towel, and then my hands felt redundant. I put them to my sides and turned around. He was hotter and closer than before. Somehow, the new perspiration and the cocky smile made him hotter 10 times more. And he was virtually two steps away from me. My eyes went down and I gasped at the growing thing in his pants; it was getting hard by the second. To the left were the empty showers, and the thought plus the thought of seeing him naked right then... It almost drove me insane. I had a brick in my pants. He pulled my hand and placed it on his growing, pulsing cock and bit his lip. "Do you know what to do about this tiny problem I have?" My hand just couldn't help but explore the semi hard but already-so-large shaft in his pants. My finger touched the head, and the precum came through his pants. My other hand, instinctively went to his perfect body, and the sweaty perfection was just too much to handle. I blew it in my pants, and the staggering moan I gave changed his face into a raging, HOT beast. Even though I had just come, I knew this wasn't over.

Immediately, his hands pushed me towards the showers, and he pushed me against a closed-glass shower with no one. He savagely pulled off my work shirt, and I retaliated by dragging off his from that amazing body. It looked better without the shirt. You could see every minute detail was worked on; his breathing just flexed his perfect 8-pack. Then, when his lips crashed onto my throat, sending heavenly horniness back to me, making me moan loud, I rid him of the pants, to see his raging cock, in it's full glory. It was huge and it looked rock hard. The tip was leaking pre-cum like hell. While I contemplated touching the big man, he was already done away with my clothes and I was naked along with him. He picked me up and placed me in a shower stall with him, opening the one tap Boss Man had installed. With the water everywhere, it was even more arousing, and another instinct, I kneeled down, took his really hard cock from the base, and then put my tongue all over his head, tasting his pearly pre-cum, and he just ruffled my already screwed up hair. "Oh, yeah," he motioned on, and my tongue and mouth moved on, taking up as much as they can, my tongue swirling around the beast. The moans he uttered told me I was just hitting the spot, what with my hand fondling his balls. When he started shuddering, he pulled me up and had a "hold on" face as he peered out to our clothes and grabbed something. "Face the wall," he asked and I obeyed, closing my eyes. My dick pressed up against the wall, warning me that it was gonna shoot soon- "GOD, YES!" my fists clenched as his tongue invaded my entrance, swirling around expertly, making me cry out in universal pleasure. His stubble was rough against my butt cheeks, and the sensations were just piling up. I was close. And he noticed and stopped. "Don't look." I nodded, running my hair back from the water and trying to calm what his tongue set on fire. Was I being somewhat blessed for something? Was this a way of saying good job to me? Because I wanted to tha- "Sweet Jesus!" His head began pushing in slowly, his hands on my waist, and I almost went insane with pain and pleasure as he grunted behind me. His hard rod just went into my tiny hole, making me cry out in sweet ecstasy. When he was half in, I knew that was all that was coming. I ran my hands up the wall, feeling his kisses on my back sending Hell all over me... He pulled out. And then shoved in fast. I smacked the wall and cried, feeling the climax coming soon. He was going to come soon too... He picked up pace, pounding my small little ass, while I tried not to evaporate into bliss right there. God, this man... Oh, oh... "Fuck!" We said simultaneously as I gloriously climaxed, cum shooting up as far my chin, all over my body, and everywhere on me, just going. Behind me I could feel his hard shuddering, matching mine, making me come down from that high he put me on. "That was my favourite energy drink," he said, and my eyes bulged in shock. Really? "And...." He said, breathless. "This is FAR from over."

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