Gay Erotic Stories

I walked out of the locker room into my college’s new state-of-the-art weight room. It opened last September, and was intolerably crowed for the first few months, but now that it’s April, the novelty of a new hangout and most people’s New Years resolutions have worn off. A few girls were working out on the stairsteppers, but my attention was instantly riveted to Jeff, who was pumping iron on the military press machine across the room. Jeff, a fellow senior, was in a few of my engineering classes. We weren’t really friends, but we exchanged friendly greetings most days. Jeff looked exceptionally hot today. His short dark brown hair was matted against his head with sweat, suggesting he had been working out for a while. Just from glancing at him it was obvious he was captain of the soccer team. He was wearing a pair of those warm-up pants with buttons down the sides that can be ripped off in an instant. On top, he was wearing a skintight white ribbed wifebeater that effectively showed off his flat stomach and muscled arms. I’ve had a weakness for guys in tank tops for years, so I’d have to be extra careful containing myself today. I wasn’t officially “out” yet, though because of a few slip-ups I’ve made, I’m sure some people suspected it. Casually averting my eyes, I picked an inclined bench to do some sit-ups on. It was positioned so I could steal a glimpse of Jeff each time I curled up. I just thought of it as added incentive to push myself harder and longer. After I had been working out for about 20 minutes, Jeff finished his routine, and started towards the locker room. When he passed me by, he stopped and commented innocently on my developing figure. I was nowhere near as ripped as Jeff, but I was getting close. Taking me by surprise, he asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment tonight to help him study for the test we had in Calculus the next day. Jeff wasn’t an idiot, but I did have a better grasp on our current unit than he did. I quickly agreed, and he gave me directions to his off-campus apartment. As he continued to the locker room, I stole a glimpse at his tight ass. The rest of the day passed slowly, but finally 7:00 came around, and I drove over to Jeff’s apartment. I knocked on his door, and he answered. Oddly enough, Jeff was wearing a button-down shirt and tie, and a pair of Docker’s Khaki pants. He explained that he had just returned from his internship downtown. Made sense to me. Jeff offered me a beer, and told me to sit down on the couch. He came over and stood in front of me. “Hey Todd, isn’t tomorrow your birthday?” I replied with a confused yes. “Well, let’s just say, I know the way you swing, and I’ve been looking for a chance to give you a present you’ll never forget.” At this point, the thought flashed across my mind that he was going to beat me up, but those thoughts were quickly squashed when Jeff said he “preferred the company of men” as well. I felt my dick start to swell under my boxer briefs. “Happy birthday man.” With that, he picked up a remote control and hit play. Some techno music with a heavy beat emitted from his stereo speakers. By now I had a pretty good guess as to what was coming. He came a little closer to me and, with hips thrusting in a very provocative manner; he started to loosen his tie. After the tie was on the floor, he unbuttoned his dress shirt. I was slightly disappointed to see he wasn’t wearing a tank top, but the disappointment passed when the dress shirt came off and his sleeveless skintight undershirt was revealed. He started into a flexing routine, with hips still going, and showed off each arm at a time, then both at once. Arms behind his head, he exposed his hairy armpits to me. The sight of his pits along with the confident grin on his face almost made me cum right there, but the best was yet to come. His hands slowly trailed down his body, pausing to feel up his chest, and lower, to trace the outline of his abs, that were just barely visible under the shirt. Suddenly he grabbed his shirt and in one quick motion, tore it off. Now here was the hottest guy I had ever seen standing in front of me half naked. He seemed more than willing, so I just gave in and rushed him. He stopped me, whispering “In here” and pulled me into his bedroom. He yanked off my T-shirt and buried his face in the patch of hair between my pecs. Groaning, I pulled him close to me, and wrapped my arms around him to feel up his ass. I could feel his hard dick and the heat radiating from it against me. Pushing away, he unzipped his pants revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I followed suit, taking off my pants and practically ripping off my boxer briefs that were straining to contain my cock. Once we were both naked, Jeff pushed me back onto his bed and his mouth instantly hit my cock. This was my first blowjob, and I was instantly shot into heaven. Screaming, I shot load after load into Jeff’s willing mouth. After I was spent, he laid his buff athletic body on top of mine, and kissed me, letting me taste my own spunk. Wanting to pay him back, we flipped over on the bed, so I was on top. I started at his chest, and sucked on each of his nipples, making Jeff’s body quiver with pleasure. Moving on, I found his happy trail, and moistened it thoroughly with my lips. Finally, I reached his cock. Passing it by momentarily, I sucked on each of his testicles individually. Sensing he was about to explode, I thrust my mouth over the head of his cock and licked it up and down like a Popsicle. Moments later, he too came in a spray of cum. As we lay naked in bed, hands roaming freely over each other’s body, I asked him were he learned to do that. “You know my ‘internship’?” he said slyly, “It’s at a gay strip club. Why do you think I stay in such good shape even outside of soccer season?” Hearing the words “strip club” I instantly became hard again, and we repeated our favors to each other. Needless to say, we both failed that Calculus test the next day.