Gay Erotic Stories

A Few Months At the Gym Work Wonders! I've never been much to look at. I'm not one of those people that others ogle over. I'll admit it, I was fat, out of shape, balding, and approaching 50. There was not a thing about me that I considered attractive, so why would anyone else. Women never noticed me, but I didn't care about that. I wanted the guys to notice me, but most wouldn't even give me a second glance. In January I joined a gym near my home. I also started an amazing diet, began taking supplements, and made a commitment to losing weight, getting into shape, and becoming more of a stud...something I'd always wanted, but just couldn't get into before. But hey, at almost 50, I figure I'd better get at it soon, or it might be too late. Now I've got to say that I always considered myself a bear at heart. I have a good layer of hair all over, and have at times had goatees or full beards. Growing hair is not a problem, well, except for the top of my head! I have found over the years that some gay guys like the hair, and will put up with the fat, especially if you can put out, and I always could. Well, I've been working out at the gym 4 or 5 days a week, stuck with the diet over 5 months, lost 65 pounds of totally ugly fat, and have noticed outstanding changes in my body and in my life. First the body changes. There are a couple of things I've noticed, and some of them started happening right away. My cheat is now rock hard, and my nipples are always pointed and hard. It's totally amazing. Where I had to work them before to get them hard, and sometimes they would invert into the fat layers, they proudly stand erect all the time now! I love it, and it sure gets noticed by some of the guys. Then there are these veins popping out all over the place. I always admired other guys with veins...in their hands, their arms, on their biceps, down their groin, on their calves, and especially in their abs. Well, I have veins, and the more I work, the bigger and more apparent they get. And the veins on my cock are especially prominent these days, and I can see how they are connected to my huge thigh muscles. Wow, I'm starting to resemble a roadmap. And then there is the whole bonus with the cock. Mine is practically hard all the time these days. When it's not rock hard, it's heavier than it has ever been. And since my lower abs and inner thighs have firmed up, my penis is bigger...much bigger. When I stand in front of a mirror now and flex these newly worked muscles, I can really turn myself on. I love standing there and flexing my pecs, or my biceps, or looking at and feeling the hard tricep muscle that I never knew I had. I can even see the definition in my shoulders and occasionally can see the outline of a six-pack forming through my mid-section. Of course, as I stand there and admire my new body, my cock starts to throb. At first it just feels like it's getting heavier, and heavier. Then it pushes out ward and upward. Then I can feel the pulsating beat of my own heart. Then I move on to flex the quads and calves before reaching a point of no return with the dick, and pinch even harder the nipples that are almost as hard as the erection! Before long, I'm exploding all over the bathroom rug, and smiling from ear to ear because I'm so turned on by what I see there in my own mirror...me! When I first started at the gym I was quiet. In and out, without hardly talking to anyone. Then I would talk to some of the old people, the gray hairs there for knee therapy, or the old women waiting for the water aerobics classes to start. There was this one guy, Rich, who always seemed to be there at the same time as me. He was about my height, and compared to where I started, I'd say he was skinny. Oh sure, he had some definition, especially in his shoulders and arms, and he had great legs, but he usually kept them covered. His workouts were intense, and when he'd finish, he'd linger in the locker room. I wondered what took him so long in there, wondered if this beautiful specimen of a man was gay, or at least bi like me, or if he was not interested at all. One day, I was finished after Rich and I knew he had gone into the locker room a long time ago. He usually used a section of the locker room near the back, separated by a door way, the same place I usually went. As I walked in I knew he was finished, because the shower was not running. I went straight back to where my bag was, and as I rounded the corner, there was Rich, right in front of my locker. He was totally naked, and totally embarrassed. "E-ex-cuse me," he stammered. "Oh, it's okay. I just need to get my towel so I can shower." I looked directly at Riche's chest. It was massive, chiseled, and covered with dark black hair. He also had black hair, and a fantastic goatee that I loved, in fact, I lusted after. He moved quickly out of my way and covered with a towel, but not before I saw the fattest, most gorgeous uncut cock I'd ever seen. "I've noticed you've really lost weight, and have really gotten stronger," Rich said, not really looking my way. "I saw you running today, and I noticed that you're really developing some nice cuts." Cuts! ME? No one has ever said I had cuts. Yet, I knew it was true because I'd been admiring them in the mirror just last night, before jacking a huge load and going to bed. "Um, well, I'm trying," I said as I headed out for the shower. I tried to imagine Rich's cock at full mast. While showering, and feeling a few of my newly formed cuts, my cock sprung into action. Before long, I had a throbbing hard on, and it didn't look like it was going to subside. I washed quickly, trying to think of something else besides the hot fucker around the corner, but it was no use. Finally I rinsed, toweled off as much as I could, and covered my burgeoning baseball bat with a towel. It was pretty obvious it was still harder than Mark McGuire's home run stick. I came back to the place where my stuff was and Rich was still there, towel around his waist, sitting on the bench putting foot creme on his feet. I turned to get my underwear out of the locker, and knew that as soon as the towel fell, he'd know what was there. Maybe I should just let him see it and see what he might do. Maybe I should just let the towel drop, turn, and bounce my hard dick right in front of his face. Maybe...never happened because before I could do anything, Rich's hard, muscular hand undid my towel and grabbed my throbbing rod. From behind me, he pushed up to me, his hard cock touching my ass, and his strong hands, now working my dick and balls. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and his goatee tickled my ears as he pushed his hand up and down on my cock. He expertly cradled my balls, rotating them and making them feel like huge steel ball bearings, rotating to get started, but soon to spurt manjuice all over everything. He whispered into my ear. "I've had my eyes on you from the day you walked in. I knew what kind of fucker you were, and I wanted to have you. I just never knew until today how you felt. When I saw you walk out with that huge Johnson throbbing, I knew. Sorry, but you couldn't keep it from me. Now, it's all mine." I turned and my face met his. I sucked his mouth passionately, grabbing at his thick uncut cock, now hard. His muscles tensed with every stroke, and before I knew it he blew, spurt after spirt of gooey man creme. I wasn't quite ready yet, and wanted him to suck my dick, like I knew he could. I pushed down on his shoulder and he sat on the bench. With my knees next to him on the bench, I stood and placed my very hard, granite-like love tool into his waiting mouth. Slowly, at first, he took it, all of it. His velvety soft mouth slurped me in, farther and farther, and faster and faster. Just before I came, I pulled out near the opening of his mouth. I wanted to see the cum stream down his hot black goatee. Suddenly I tensed, straining all the hard muscles I had just worked, and blew, and blew and blew. So much cum came out of my cock that I couldn't believe it myself! Down his goatee, onto his chest, into his mouth, down the sides, everywhere! I let our a soft gasp, and shot yet another load of cum. This time he kept it all. Just then the door opened and someone else came into the locker room. We separated and tried to look like we were drying off, getting dressed, or some other fucking thing. It was Randy, the gym owner. He looked back there and gave Rich and me a wink. "Looks like you two are working out overtime today." After Randy left, I asked Rich what that might have meant. How did he know what we were doing. "Are you kidding?" Rich said. "Randy will do anyone any time. He loves to suck cock, worship beautiful men's bodies, or show off his own. He has it made at this place. You mean he hasn't approached you yet?" "No," I said. "But I wouldn't turn him down." From that day one Rich and I became workout partners. We were both intense working in the gym, and working after our workouts as well. He's still married, and so am I. It doesn't much matter, as long as we can work with each other, and keep our dicks hot and hard together. To be quite honest, I never knew the gym could be such a fucking fun place.