Gay Erotic Stories

I used to think I was the shit! I’m 23 years old, 5’10, 185 pounds and ripped as hell! I workout everyday and I know that everyone in the gym wanted to be me. I am fucking hot! I have the all American boy-next-door look with a buff hard body and brown hair and blue eyes. I love to wear my skin tight spandex lifting shorts in the gym to show off my 29 inch waist and 25 inch quads, not to mention what they do for my tight bubble butt! My ass is a sight to behold. It’s like a small shelf hanging below my broad back. I keep my body void of any hair as I like to show all the definition. So my muscles are smooth and hard. Lots of dudes look at my 44 inch chest and 16 inch biceps and ask me how I got to be do well proportioned. I just smile and say, “genetics.” If it’s a hot muscle boy who asks me, then I try to come up with more to say so I can drag out the conversation, and if I’m lucky, (which I usually am), I’ll have that bitch face down and I’ll be plowing muscle boy ass before the end of the day! Gay or straight, a hot muscle itch who is interested in another hot muscle boy like me is just asking for a chance to feel what I have to offer…and it’s usually my hard 8 inches up his ass! What can I say, I love to fuck muscle boys. I am a total top and I got off on dominating and drilling these guys as much as they got off on being dominated. Now I am pretty masculine so no one suspects what I am up to until after it’s too late. I have ruined a lot of egos but they always seem to come back for more. I can play straight with the best of them. I have a pretty good record at getting what I want. Like I said, I thought I was the shit! I am liked by all the hot dudes at the gym, most of which I had had my way with. Most of them don’t know about each other having done it with me. I keep a good secret. My world was about to change. One day I was really pumping hard on my legs and at the same time scamming on this hot beefy guy next to me on the squat rack. That’s when I saw him. Into the weight room walked the most beautiful, ripped, smooth, muscle boy I had ever seen. My mouth dropped open as he walked towards the other squat rack. He was decked out in short lycra lifting shorts and a nice tight fitting lycra tanktop that molded to his shoulders and pecs. As he got closer I could tell he was a little older than me. His dark hair was short and messy and his blue eyes were like crystal. He looked to be maybe 29 or 30 years old. His waist had to be 29 inches and his thighs and upper body equaled mine in size and proportion. He turned around and bent over to pick up a plate and I almost came right there. His ass was perfect! Small, compact, and bubble like two perfect globes stretching to get out of the lycra material that stretched over them. He was also shaved down smooth! I fucking love that! I knew right then and there that I was going to have to bend him over and drill him good. I had to make him mine. I needed him to be my personal bitch that I would fuck over and over again whenever I wanted. He was my dream muscle itch. I continued to scam from where I was. I knew all it took was for me to walk past him and when he saw me it would be all over for him. I left my machine and with my cocky attitude that I love so much I walked towards him and when I got next to him I looked straight into his eyes. He did a double take and returned my stare. I kept walking past him and towards the drinking fountain. I could feel his eyes boring into my tight perfect ass. When I looked into the mirror in front of me, my suspicions were confirmed. He was staring hard. I returned into the room and he was still staring. I sauntered by and said “ hey”. He returned the greeting the same way and I went back to doing my leg press. For the next 10 minutes we kept catching glances at each other. I knew I had him. He was so incredibly hot. I decided it was time to go in for the kill. I grabbed my towel and approached him between his sets. He turned around to greet me. “Hey again”, I said. “Hey” “I’m Jason” “Rod”, he said back. “I’m new here…nice gym” “Yeah, I like it. Good equipment and not too crowded.” “Yep and the view is good….real good….” He said, as he looked me up and down. “ I was thinking the same thing bud.” I leaned into him to where no one could hear. “Let’s cut the shit. I think you’re hot. I know you think I am too so why don’t we get out of here?” Rod looked around and then in the same tone said, “ Hmmm, I was thinking the same thing bro. You got condoms and lube?” “Fuck yeah I do!” “ Good, we are definitely gonna fucking need them. You are so fucking hot dude.” “Thanks, let’s get the hell our of here, I’m throwing a bone in these tight shorts.” He smiled. “Let’s go back to my place. Follow me in your car.” We walked out of the gym and to our cars. I kept looking at that gorgeous hot ass. I decided to take charge of the situation. “Let’s just go to my place? I live real close cuz I can’t wait to get into you.” That’s when he turned around and had a serious look on his face. “Your pretty fucking cocky aren’t you?” “Fuck yeah I am, just look at me dude.” “I can see you, it’s all good, but you need to learn your place.” “What?!” “Get in your fucking car and follow me.” “Hey wait a minute fucker….” He turned and put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Listen to me you cocky little fuck, get in your car and follow me or I can go back in the gym and find another willing muscle boy to fuck.” I was shocked. I couldn’t believe he was talking to me that way. I was in charge. And he sure as hell was not going to fuck me. I decided to play it cool and wait until we got to his place. Then I would show him who the fuck is in charge. “Fine. Let’s go then.” “Good boy, Fuck I can’t wait to get you home.”