Gay Erotic Stories

I am 19 years old and have all kinds of kinky girls but something just never seemed right in my sex life. It just wasn’t what I expected at all and always left me disappointed. I figure it is just because I haven’t found the right girl yet. But something has happened to me at my gym that I cant stop thinking about. I haven’t been this turned on about a single thought since the first time a jerked off and felt my own long thick heavy cock in my hand. Like I said, I have had difficulty finding the right sort of thing to really get me turned on and truly feeling I was 19 years old and was dying to experiment with new things. I tried all sorts of kinky stuff with sex, and sexual possibilities were running out. Other guys have always been in the back of my head but never a solution because I couldn’t admit I was attracted to guys; I was a jock, a football player at that. I always thought fags where prissy little girlie men who just wanted to be girls so they acted like them. The thought of my turning into something like that was not only disturbing but enough for me to keep the thought of other men way in the deepest recesses of my perverted mind. Until the year after I graduated high school and decided to join a gym to keep my muscular football build in tact. I was damn fine and I knew it. I also knew that other people knew it, too. So I flaunted my looks around like a cheap male prostitute every chance I got. I was 6’3, 180lbs, extremely muscular and with a baby face accompanied by perfect blue eyes. The ladies threw themselves at my jock body all the time, but as I stated, they just bored me. Every time they would suck my beautiful cock I just wanted to throw them off of it and teach them myself how to properly treat a dick like mine. I felt that since there is no more football, it was time to lift weights. So I joined a little gym not far from my house and made it a habit to work out there 3 times a week. The men that worked out there were all very muscular and masculine, just the type of guy I was; Full of pride and cockiness that no one could touch. I loved it there and knew that I would stay for a long time. I felt to improve my performance I should request the services of a trainer, and hired one promptly. We were to work out every day for 6 months. I didn’t know what he would look like until the day we met. I showed up in my tight muscle shirt and my loose sweat shorts, quite impressed with my body. I stood at the bench press machine looking myself up and down in the mirror when all of the sudden I felt a hand grab my arm and squeeze. I turned around to find a 6’7 black man built like a truck standing in front of me. As my jaw dropped, his hefty low voice said, “Not bad for someone your age. I can tell you really enjoy your body. My name is Trey and I’ll be your trainer.” He said it with an all too-knowing grin on his face, but I thought nothing of it. I was too busy admiring his hard body and the sheer magnitude of his arms and hands. He was black, real black, his head was shaved bald but he had a small goatee that encircled huge pink lips. He was also wearing a muscle shirt and shorts. But his shorts were much tighter and seemed to cling to every curve on his massive thighs and crotch. I felt intimidated by the whole experience and I quickly became very quiet and respectful to what he had to say. “Today I am gonna take you to the private section of the gym where we can work on your arms and neck. The first day is always the toughest, but I think you will get what you want out of it,” he said with a chuckle. He slowly made his way through the gym till we got to a red door: He opened it and signaled for me to go in first. I walked into a small room covered with mirrors and only one bench for bench presses and plenty of weights. Without saying a word he sat down on the bench and took off his shirt to reveal the most chiseled smooth chest I had ever seen, with perfect erect nipples. He turned to me and told me to watch his every move because I was next. He then lay back, firmly gripped the bar, and started to lift it up and down from his chest at a fairly fast rate. He breathed very slowly and concentrated, making sure not to miss a beat. I watched as sweat bathed his muscles with a perfect gloss so that every little bump was brought out. I made my way down to his crotch and just stared at the dormant piece of flesh that his shorts could barely conceal. I licked my lips, and, by the time I was envisioning his manhood, he broke my concentration by asking me what I was looking at. I told him that I thought I saw a bug crawling on his pants. A shitty lie, I know, but it was the best I could come up with seeing that I was as scared as could be. I mean I can’t believe he caught me staring at his crotch. But to my surprise he just laughed and commanded me to lie down on the bench. I lay back and gripped the bar. Just as I was about to make my attempt, he managed to position himself right behind me so that I was now staring unintentionally at his crotch the entire time I was working out. He said, “You should have a better view from there,” and then proceeded to laugh calmly. I just laughed to break my tension, and then started to concentrate again. Just as I was about to lift he told me to stop and grab onto his crotch. I freaked out and said, “I’m not gay, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” still lying there in between his legs, staring at his crotch. He said, “I’m not gay, either; but the dick is a muscle and I want you to feel my muscle.” I slowly reached up and grabbed a hold of what must have been 4 pounds of meat. I gave it a squeeze and felt it stiffen a little bit. He once again laughed, but this time he slowly reached and started to probe my cock with his massive hand. I shot up instantly and was embarrassed because my erection came out of the side of my shorts. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he started to rub my balls with just the right amount of rhythm to really get my cock hard. He then stopped and stood there with his semi-hard dick still encased in his shorts. He then smiled a really big smile and slowly unleashed the biggest blackest dick I had ever seen just resting right on my face. His voice shattered the moment. He said, “Your first lesson is going to be how to give a decent blow job. Open your mouth and, bit by bit, put the dick down your throat.” I did as he said and placed the giant purple head in my mouth and tasted the saltiness of it. It was a different taste, but as I worked it down my throat, I started to get into the taste more and really took control of that beast. I heard him moan as I played with his saggy balls at the same time I was sucking him off hard. “Stop!” He said feverishly. “Damn! You have got one hell of a mouth, but sucking time is over. It’s time for you to get the hardest part of your workout. I want you to stand up and get on all fours on top of the bench and close your eyes.” I did, and as I did, I felt a strange wet sensation in my asshole: A tongue slowly probing my ass very carefully and precisely. Then as I started to give approval, I felt the tip of his cock poking at my hole and then a sharp pain shoot up my stomach as he thrust his entire 9 inches into my ass. He pumped and pumped hard and steadily. At first the pain was almost unbearable, but as he continued to pump I felt his cock hitting something in me that was causing me to feel completely enthralled. I started to scream “FUCK ME HARDER! HELL YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! FUCK ME IN MY ASS!” I couldn’t believe I was getting that into it. Just then I felt him pull out and spray my ass with hot cum. I felt so good and complete and I didn’t even get off yet. I knew I was home. Just then I heard the door open and saw about 7or 8 guys standing behind me, all naked and hard and stroking at their huge members. I simply smiled as I arched my back and Trey spread my cheeks wide open, exposing my torn out hole as the next guy stepped up to bat and inserted his hot cock into the warm abyss that is my ass. I could tell you about how I serviced all of those hot men right then and there, but that is another story altogether.