Gay Erotic Stories

One night while I was punching Steve in the guts while he was doing his third set of 20 pull ups behind the neck, the gym manager who we thought had left the building, suddenly appeared in the entrance to the weight training room. Steve was hanging from the bar with only his brief jogging shorts on, which did nothing to hide his erection, which had developed with the punches I'd given him with the first set of chin-ups.

However, the brief shorts did emphasise his phenomenal physique. Every pull up caused his biceps and triceps to tense and expand. Similarly, his shoulder muscles bulged, and the spread of his lats was also emphasised, as well as the muscles in his broad back, which could be seen in the reflection in the mirror behind him. His chest muscles thickened, and his abdominal eight-pack remained emphasised because he kept them tense to cope with the punches I threw into his guts with every repetition of the exercises. Even his leg muscles bulged because the intensity of the exercises caused him to bend his legs which he tensed as he worked up and down.

"I've been wondering what you two got up to when you worked out alone. I'm glad I was held up and had the chance to observe you in action. That's a remarkable feat of strength and endurance Steve, I'm really impressed" said Brian as he walked up to us.

Steve was still hanging from the bar, as he hadn't completed the 20 repetitions, and his rigid cock showed clearly pressing against the thin material of his shorts. My hard on was also being displayed, pressing out from my belly against my shorts. Steve and I always got hardons as soon as we got into gut punching. Brian looked at both of us and grinned. "How many punches do you take each workout," he asked.

"It works out to 480 each night, 3 nights a week, a total of 1440 each week" I replied. He frowned at that, and said " I bet if I punch you in the guts half that many times, you couldn't take it Steve."

I didn't doubt that possibility. Brian was an ex-boxer, with a boxers powerful arms and shoulders, and he would be able to punch much harder than I did. But Steve, who had dropped to the floor by then, grinned and replied "well that's another challenge I'll have to consider".

"I'll tell you why " said Brian, "I notice you both have hardons. If Steve can take 240 punches from me, I'll blow both of you, but if he fails, you both have to give me a head job".

By now it was obvious that Brian had been turned on by looking at us, and seeing what we were up to, his cock was thrusting against the slack material of his slack track suit pants.

I wasn't too keen on the idea. I enjoyed having sex with Steve, we both new each others sensitivities and preferences, and how to prolong our sexual pleasure. Brian didn't appeal to me at all. And besides, I didn't want to see Steve suffer. With me punching him, we knew he could take anything I could throw at him. But Steve, never one to knock back a new challenge, said, "Okay, you're on."

Steve positioned himself against the punching bag, and told me to hold it and lean into it to give him some support. With his arms down at his side, I knew he was able to concentrate on tensing his abdominals to achieve their maximum hardness, but I was still doubtful about him taking 240 punches from someone as strong as Brian who had been an ex-boxer.

Brian put on a pair of weight training gloved. I don’t know whether they were to protect the skin on his knuckles, or what his reasons may have been, but I hoped the ridging of the stitches didn't cut into Steve's skin.

When Brian walked up to him, Steve nodded and Brian started punching. He started with powerful solid jabs at each of the muscles making up Steve's eight-pack, and I could feel the power of the punches through the punching bag.

Brian then changed to round arm swing to the edges of Steve's abdominals. Next he started punching upwards, pounding the lower edges of Steve's muscles. Tough as he was, Brian had thrown over 100 punches and Steve didn't seem to be suffering at all. But then Brian’s punches started hitting up under Steve's ribs, and I noticed the slightest frown appear between Steve's eyes, but he didn't make a sound. Out of frustration, Brian started swinging from the side again, then jabbing hard at the muscles with the power of his thick arms and shoulders behind each punch, then at the top of the muscles just under the ribs. I noticed Steve's frown begin to deepen, but Brian didn't notice the effect his punches were having at the time, and before much longer, I was able to call "That's it, that's 240".

Brian stepped back sweating, and said "Fuck Steve, you're one tough customer. I didn't believe you had a hope of absorbing all that punishment." Steve had quickly recovered, and nonchalantly replied, "I was inspired by the thought of you giving us both that blow job." "Shit man, you deserve it." Brian said.

And so for the next hour, Brian took turns sucking our cocks as we lay on a gym mat. As soon as we felt we were getting close to cumming, we'd order him to switch to the others cock, which gave us time to recover and calm down. We then had him lay on his back while we took it in turns to get in a push up position over him, fucking his mouth and throat.

By taking it in turns, we were able to hold of cumming, until eventually Brian demanded that he be allowed to suck both cocks at the same time. To do this, Steve and I had to stand almost face to face, close together with our rock hard cocks pointing sideways, and stretching Brian’s mouth as wide as he could, to take them both in.

For balance, Steve and I wrapped one arm around the others shoulder. This left one arm free, which enabled him to tease one of my nipples with his fingertips, while he teased the other with his tongue and teeth. This, added to the erotic sensation of having his cock pressed against mine as Brian forced his mouth up and down our cocks, soon caused me to moan that I couldn't hold off much longer. Steve said, "That's OK, I'm ready too." So together we let loose with such a load of cum that Brian couldn't cope, and nearly started to choke as he gulped the two copious flows.

"Remind me not to challenge you again Steve. You have phenomenal endurance, and are as tough as anybody I've ever met."

Steve just laughed, and we forgot about the remainder of his workout, and went home to enjoy ourselves in bed.