Gay Erotic Stories

The Dressing Room I’m not sure why today, instead of some other day, but in the locker room after working out and showering at the health club, Scott, a guy I had my eye on for several weeks, broke his normal routine and dressed at the club. On the bench where I was sitting, putting on my socks and shoes, from the corner of my eye, I could watch him dress without appearing to look. At six feet, athletic v-shape, wide at the shoulder and narrow at the waist, muscular frame and perfect six-pack, he is an obvious stand out from the other men who regularly exercise out at the club. I had watched him at the club many times before, but I had never been in the locker room alone with him like this. It isn’t that I hadn’t tried to catch him in the shower or changing. It seemed that he always came to the club already dressed in his shorts or sweats and usually left right after his workout, apparently cleaning up at home. I didn't know what made him break his routine today, but I was determined to make the most of it. Ordinarily I showered, dressed and left quickly after my workout. Today, I changed slowly, taking my time, wanting to enjoy as much of this perfect man visually as I possibly could. The manner in which he went about changing into his athletic gear reminded me of a high school buddy that I used to watch from the corner of my eye my senior year in athletics class. Todd was onto me back then and eventually introduced me to “man love.” I instantly flashed back to those high school memories the first time I saw Scott at the club. Scott reminded me of Todd in many ways. Both were blessed with genetic masculinity; the kind that makes women act silly, gay men horny, and straight men jealous. You know what I mean, broad, wide shoulders, squared jaw, lean, tall frame, narrow waist, thick arms, washboard abs, bubbled gluts, and thighs like telephone poles. As if that weren’t enough, both Todd and Scott sported genitals that belonged on bulls or horses. I had enjoyed viewing Todd’s monster jewels many times in the locker room before I knew he was on to my spying. Until today, I could only assume Scott was hung the same way. Based on my prior observation of the obvious bulge in his shorts, I knew he had to be well-endowed, or at least was awfully happy to be working out, if you know what I mean! It was hard not to notice either of these guys in a crowd, but in a dressing room they made me stand up and rise to the occasion. Memories of Todd and the locker room had helped me pass many lonely nights jacking off in my college dorm room. As Scott took off his business clothes, standing there in his boxers, my mind went back to high school. Todd had the same mannerisms as Scott. When Todd undressed he didn’t rush to take his school clothes off, quickly slipping into his jock, shorts and tee shirt like the rest of us. He casually undressed, spending time arranging his locker or his athletic bag. He took his time dressing. He seemed to enjoy being nude in front of the other guys. Frequently his hand would wander to his genitals, scratching slightly, tugging gently for only a second, or moving his cock unobtrusively from one side to the other. There was never an obvious show about it, just an obvious casualness, that didn’t go unnoticed. He was packing meat, and he was proud of it – meat I often dreamed about packaging for him! In the shower, he would close his eyes, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the guys around him, soaping his entire body; taking great care to soap and scrub his large cock and balls slowly and methodically. It was a performance that I had enjoyed many times from the corner of my eye while showering and dressing. Today, Scott seemed to be repeating Todd’s locker room performance. I wondered if it were for my benefit or merely a coincidence. Scott’s boxers were trim-cut, tailored, almost form-fitting. They hugged his firm buttocks and thighs. Even through the fabric of his boxers, muscle striation was apparent. As he moved about, folding his shirt, hanging his suit, carefully placing his socks into his shoes, and putting his shoes under the locker room bench, the fly of his shorts opened and closed like a camera shutter, giving me quick glimpses of dark hair and pink skin. It was a tantalizing view. The fabric of his shorts accentuated rather than hid his massive cock, which seemed as thick and long as a sixteen-ounce beer can, even in its flaccid state. I must have let out an involuntary, yet audible sigh or gasp at the sight of his shorts outlining this massive bulge, because he looked right at me, smiling. Fortunately for me, I was sitting on the bench putting my shoes and socks on with my shirt still un-tucked over my pleated slacks, and I could pass it off as an expression of exhaustion after a hard work out. Had I been standing up, exhausted or not, my own rock-hard eight inches would have been a dead give away of the aroused state in which this undressed Adonis had put me. Even though I desperately wanted to caress, kiss, and fondle every part of his magnificent body, I wasn’t prepared to tip my hand just yet. I hadn’t even worked up the courage to speak even though I had been secretly watching him for weeks. I wondered if the fluid that had formed on the head of my rigid cock would seep through my slacks, giving away my horny condition. I decided that I could pass it off as water droplets from my wet hair if it did. Little did I know that would be totally unnecessary. My mind’s eye went back to the high school locker room where I had enjoyed this same drama so many times with my buddy Todd. As clearly as if it were the present, I could see Todd meticulously folding his clothes on the dressing room bench, stark naked, massive cock and balls swaying between his hairy thighs as he moved about. I thought that I was an unknown observer of this rhythmical dance until one day when Todd and I were the only ones left in the dressing room. Practice that day had gone longer than usual and everyone else, including the coach, was eager to leave. Todd always took his time, and I took mine to enjoy his performance, we told the coach we'd lock up. Soon everyone else was gone except Todd and me. While I was pretending to dry off after showering, Todd walked out of the shower area and come over to where I was standing. He stood still, looking at me for an uncomfortably wonderful eternity and then said, “I know you’ve been watching me for weeks. Do you like what you see?” I was instantly paralyzed. Not knowing what to say, I was frozen with panic. Todd enjoyed the dramatic silence, watching me frozen, not knowing what to say or do. I’ll never forget the broad smile that eventually formed on his chiseled face as he moved toward me, placed his lips on mine, and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve had even to this day. His hand took mine, placed it on his cock, and he said, “I know you’ve been wanting this. Now, we’re alone. What are you going to do about it?” All I could say at the time was, “Can I suck your huge cock? Will you fuck me?” It’s funny how some things take you back, and they seem so real that you get lost in the moment. I was completely absorbed in my memory of Todd, and I must have believed I was back in the high school locker room, alone and safe with him, where for the rest of that year we often enjoyed each other’s bodies after practice. I was suddenly brought back to the here and now by the soft sound of a man’s deep voice saying, “I thought you’d never get around to it.” For an instant, again, I was gripped with the same paralyzing fear that had overcome me in the high school locker room with Todd that first time. Had I been so lost in my daydreaming that I gave myself away? What was happening here? Then, Scott, this perfect god of masculinity who I had so lusted after said, “I thought you’d never get around to making a move and was just about ready to give up.” He was standing directly in front of me. The boxers were gone. His cock, fully erect, surrounded by a thick patch of dark black hair trailing up to his navel and down his inner thighs was staring me in the eye. It appeared to be at least ten inches in length as thick as a ball bat and hard as steel! I instinctively wanted to reach out, to cup his massive balls into my hands and suck his magnificent meat like a lollipop. I must have remained frozen for a full minute while the realization of what was happening hit me. “When you looked at me and said, ‘Can I suck your huge cock, will you fuck me?’ I couldn’t believe my ears. I’ve been watching you for a long time, not knowing if you’d ever approach me, not knowing if you were straight or gay.” Today I decided to see if I could get an idea and waited to catch you alone in the dressing room. Go ahead, suck it! I’ve dreamed of this moment for a long time.” We were the last to leave the club today, just as Todd and I had often been the last to leave the dressing room our senior year in high school.