Gay Erotic Stories

This story is fiction, and it is not intended to imply anything about the characters’ sexual orientation. On a visit to a friend, I had the good fortune to meet Brian Austin Green at a party. We had a good conversation, discovering many mutual interests. As we were talking about the recent Holyfield-Lewis fight, I mentioned that I used to box on the amateur level and now co-owned a gym. Brian said he was always interested in boxing and was taking lessons. He invited me to his gym the next day for some sparring. I arrived at the gym around 6 a.m., but the doors were locked. After about five minutes, Brian pulled up and stepped out of the car. He was looking good, wearing baggy sweat shorts and a sweat shirt with the sleeves cut off. I told him the gym was locked. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a set of keys, and smiled, “It pays to know the owner. The gym doesn’t open until 8, but he let me have it early.” Once inside, Brian directed me to the locker room, so I could change. He went off to get the equipment. I came back from the locker room to find Brian already in the ring, warming up. As I climbed into the ring, Brian took off his shirt. At that party, he looked tall and thin. In person, he was tall, about 6’2”, compared to my 5’10”. But although thin, his body was sheathed in muscle. He had a well-sculpted chest and rock solid abs. His broad shoulders and well-developed biceps indicated that he took his workouts seriously. I wanted to start the boxing slow. Although he was obviously strong and athletic, it takes more than strength to box. He had claimed to be new to boxing, so I expected his technique would be raw. Despite his size and strength advantage, I thought I could handle him easily. I prided myself on being able to take a punch. I had never been knocked down in my amateur career. Much to my surprise, Brian took to the attack. He was not only strong, he was lightning quick. And he obviously knew more about boxing than he had let on. He peppered my midsection with deep jabs and backed me up to the ropes with a left to the head. I regained my composure and attacked back. He seemed surprised to get hit. I suspected his other sparring partners took it easy on him because he was new to the sport. He soon recovered, though, and we traded punches throughout the round. He seemed pleased with his effort, as he should have been. I was determined to disrupt his confidence in the second round, so I came out aggressively. I caught him with a hook to the midsection that left him sucking air. I followed with a right to the side of his head, which dropped him to one knee. He got up slow, but the punches didn’t slow him down. In fact, it seemed to motivate him. He hit me with some solid face shots, and I felt my right eye start to swell. I battled back, but Brian seemed to be gaining the momentum. As we started the third round, he leaned in close and almost whispered, “Dude, you’re going down.” We were really letting it fly the last round. I landed a few good blows, but Brian could absorb a punch. Midway through the round, he found an opening and buried his glove deep in my midsection. The punch was so hard it lifted off my feet and landed me face down on the canvas. I cursed myself for being knocked down. I tried to jump back up quick, and I realized how much pain I was in. Brian didn’t waste any time moving in for the kill. He backed me up against the ropes with a series of jabs. As I covered up, he worked the body again. His punches were ripping into my face and body with abandons. When the round ended, I was spent and battered. I can’t remember ever losing a bout that badly. Brian could see I was upset with myself. “Hey, good fight, brother, how ‘bout we hit the showers?” I told him I would catch up with him soon, and he left for the locker room. I went down in the locker room and plopped down into a folding chair against the lockers. I kept replaying the fight in my head to see where I went wrong. A full-length mirror opposite the locker revealed that my face was pretty banged up. My right eye was all but shut, and my top lip was split open. My midsection raged with pain. Brian emerged from the shower, still wet and naked. He approached me, as I sat with my head in my hands. “Hey, you OK, dude?”, he asked. I looked up and knew I couldn’t be angry with him for fighting a good fight. “I think I was hustled,” I said, smiling, “You said you were just learning.” Brian laughed, “Well, I said I was taking lessons. Really, I’ve been boxing for about 10 years. I just hooked up with a new trainer.” “Well, you kicked my ass,” I replied. “Not until that one shot to your midsection,” he replied. “It was a helluva fight up to then.” “Yea, well how come you look so much better than I do right now,” I countered. He laughed again, “I have to admit, your face is hurting.” Brian grabbed the towel from my hands and wiped some blood and sweat from my face. Unexpectedly, he leaned close and kissed my injured eye. “How ‘bout I tried to make you feel better?” he said. Before I could answer, he gently kissed my injured lip once, then twice. He stood over me as I sat in the chair. I took in the sight of his tanned body, his blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. I reached out and touched his tight abs. He stepped in closer, straddling my legs. His stomach was inches from my face, and I ran my tongue over his muscled ridges. My hands traced his sinewy legs, and I cupped his ass and pulled his stomach into my face. I felt his long, thick cock rising to attention and pressing under my chin. My own cock was now erect. Brian pushed the chair back into a leaning position against the lockers. He lowered himself onto my lap, my cock pressing against his ass. I ran my tongue across his smooth, tan chest. He moaned as I gently bit and kissed his nipples. He shifted his weight until my dick was free and stood straight up. He slowly lowered himself, and my rod slipped into his ass. He tightened up on my cock and began riding me. He arched his body back as he enveloped my dick. I began bucking in the chair as my cock swelled inside him. His strong hands pressed down hard on my shoulders. My hands roamed his muscled torso. His body pulsated as he began moving faster. The water on his body mixed with sweat, and I tasted the salt as my tongue lapped across his abs. I held on as long as I could until pleasure overtook me and I erupted. The cum oozed out of Brian and across my lap. Brian settled into my lap and kissed me deeply. “Time for that shower,” he said. He pulled me up from the chair, and we went into the shower stall together. He handed me the soap, and I lathered up his body. I started with his broad shoulders, working my way down to his chest. He turned around as I soaped up his back. I marveled at the tight muscles that rippled across his back. I knelt down to soap his ass and legs. He turned, and I lathered up the front of his legs. Putting the soap down, I took hold of his growing cock. I stroked the thick shaft and flicked my tongue across the swollen head. He stepped under the stream of water and soap and water ran down past my face as his body glistened wet. I mouthed his cock as I played with his balls. I pulled back and began to stroke it again. Brian pushed my hand away and guided my head back to his dick. I licked the shaft and teased the head. Brian put both hands on the back of my head and slowly slid his cock into my mouth. He rocked back and forth, plunging his meat deeper into my mouth. I locked my hands around his thighs and pulled him in more. I felt his cock swell and I hungrily devoured all 7 inches. Brian moaned and mumbled, “Oh, dude, yes, more, more.” I worked his cock for several more minutes until he exploded into my mouth, loads and loads of sweet cum. I got back to my feet, and Brian began to soap up my body. When he reached my cock, he stroked it quickly. He kissed my lips and face and neck as his strong hand wrapped up my dick. He whispered in my ear in a smooth voice, “I want to be inside you.” I turned my back to him, and he pressed me up against the shower wall. His cock began to probe my ass, and I flinched as the head entered me. I put both hands flat against the wall above my head. Brian nibbled on my ear and neck as his cock plunged deeper into my hole. He resumed stroking my dick, and I quickly sprayed a load of cum across the wall. As Brian continued to fuck me, his hard body pressed against me. He ran his hands across my chest and tweaked my nipples. He continued to talk in my ear, fueling the passion of the moment. I bent over to give him a better angle, and he plunged deep inside me. He grabbed my hips and banged into me with fury. He let out a yell as he pumped another load of cum into me. I stood up and we kissed again, as my hands roamed across his irresistible body. We showered up just as we heard someone come in the gym upstairs. We quickly finished up. “I’d like to spar again before you leave town” Brian said. “You can count on it,” I replied.