Gay Erotic Stories

Teaching Mr. Muscle I met my friend Frank at the gym. It's my favorite place to go to meet men, to observe great bodies, and to cruise for man hungry cock. Frank, however, is straight, and up until a few months ago, always had his sexy girlfriend hanging on his arms. Only, she hasn't been around much lately, and the gym rats said they thought the two of them had split up. I actually saw Frank long before I met him. I saw his picture. a nude picture that is, on the internet, and though I wasn't sure it was him because I had not seen him in person all that much, I finally realized it was him. Now Frank is a serious bodybuilder, but when the nude pictures were taken he was in college, posing for art majors and photographers. He was somewhat smaller and a little younger looking then, but his cock and balls were just as magnificent then as they are now. One day I was minding my own business, pumping iron on the free weights, and Frank came up next to me. He started pumping the dumbbells, and his biceps ballooned to probably well over 22 inches. His delts were hard and striated, and his pecs looked like someone was pumping them full of air. He was as well proportioned as in his internet pictures, but just a great deal bigger. He was hot, and I was getting turned on. "Hey, Frank, are you getting ready for that big contest next week," I asked, not wanting him to see my straining crotch. "I sure am, but I've been having a little trouble picking out music to go with my posing. I hear you've helped some of the other guys with this? That right?" he asked. "Oh yeah, I've done some of that. When did you want to get together?" I asked, almost quivering at the thought. "How about tonight?" he looked serious. "Sure, I'm free after about 8." I gave him directions and continued pumping the dumbbells until my dick softened some and I could head for the locker room without too much embarrassment. At eight o'clock sharp my buzzer buzzed. I opened the door to see Frank standing there in a very tight tank top tucked into the tightest and shortest shorts I'd ever seen. God was he hot, and I was as turned on as I was earlier. I mush have mumbled something about coming in and having a seat, or something like that. I'm sure I mentioned drinks and only when I was alone in the kitchen did I realize that I had almost fainted from light headedness. I retrieved two light beers from the fridge and returned to the living room. Handing the beer and then three CD's to Frank, I said, "Here are some music selections that might go well with what you have planned." He looked at them and took a long swig out of the longneck bottle. Then he looked at me and pierced my soul with his penetrating brown almost black eyes. I was going to have a hard time containing myself tonight, and thought what a good thing it was that I was wearing very baggy pants. Frank pushed up toward the edge of the couch, placed the CD's onto the table, and put his hands on his head, leaning forward as if deep in thought. Then he spoke. "You know, I didn't really come here to figure out any music. I have a more important problem that I thought you could help me with." "What is the problem, Frank," I asked as sympathetically as I could. "You know that contest I'm in next weekend? Well this big time promoter says he'll become my agent if I do certain things." "What kinds of certain things, Frank?" I was wondering where this was headed. "He says I have to suck his cock, fuck his ass, and be his muscle god sex slave, or he won't promote me." Frank actually looked a little embarassed, having said all of this. "Where did he get the idea that you'd want to? Does he automatically assume because you're a bodybuilder that you're gay? Doesn't he know you've had a girlfriend?" I was getting a little steamed because, as much as I'd like to fuck and suck Frank dry, it's wrong for a promoter to think every bodybuilder is gay. I didn't think Frank was gay, and I had worked out near him for months. I didn't assume that he wanted me, even though I was sure lusting for him. "He got the idea from some pictures of me on the internet. You may have seen them." I nodded as he continued. "He was cruising gay web sites when he came across two very suggestive poses of me taken about four years ago. Hell, I was in college, broke, and needed money to buy supplements and pay my gym fees. So I posed for the nude drawing class, and for the human form photography class. I didn't know those things would come back to haunt me." Leaning forward to touch Franks arm, I said, "Well, it appears they have. So what does that have to do with me?" I couldn't wait for the answer to this one. "Well, I was hoping you could teach me." Total silence followed, as I wasn't sure I understand what Frank had said. "What?" I was dumbfounded. "I was hoping you could teach me how to suck a man, how to take it in the ass as well as give it, and how to please this guy. After all, it would be my big break, and I'd be sure to get new opportunities and make more money." Part of me wanted to talk him out of it immediately, but the other part wanted to take advantage of a prime opportunity. "Um, Frank, are you gay?" I decided to go for it, especially if I were going to have to teach Mr. Muscle how to use his to his best advantage. "Hell no." he said, with resounding finality. "But I am new in the competitive bodybuilding scene, and I do need an agent, and Leo is willing to sponsor me, and that is a lot of money, so hey, I'll do what it takes." "And what makes you think I'm the one to teach you?" I asked with as much indignity as I could muster. Frank stood up and walked over to the chair I was sitting in. He placed his veiny, hard muscled hands on my shoulders. "Because I've seen you at they gym, hiding your hard ons, trying to pretend that you don't want me. I've seen you in the shower room, lurking around and catching a peek at my man meat when you think I'm not looking. I've watched your eyes widen as I've ripped off my shirt, lusting after every single muscle this huge body contains." I tried to stand up to deny it, and Frank held me in the chair. He was right, but I never thought anyone noticed. "You're right, Frank. I am gay, and I can teach you how to please a man, even an old weasel like Leo. But be warned. You may just like this better than any woman you've ever fucked." Frank lifted his hands from my shoulders and helped me up. We stood lips to lips, pecs to pecs, and dick to dick. I wanted him to understand that if I was going to teach him, I was going to control things, and that our man sex would be slow, hard and explosive. "Frank, I want you to know that this is going to be harder on me than it is on you, because I'm the one who's wanted you. But I also want you to know that I will teach you everything I know, and who knows, maybe you'll teach me something." I started with the basics. "First, there's kissing. Men kissing men is a little different than kissing women. Men tend to deep throat their tongues, and both tend to do it. With women. usually the woman is more passive, unless she's totally wild. So let's try it. I'll kiss you, and you should kiss me as if you were kissing a woman." Frank put his strong arms on my shoulders, and our lips touched. His were thick and moist, and I swear 20 degrees hotter than the room. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and he plunged his into mine. Our strong lips and mouths were locked in a raging battle for superiority, and I wasn't about to surrender. It was as if two vacuum cleaners were sucking on each other. Finally, Frank pushed away. "I see what you mean. It's kind of the way every man wishes he'd be kissed, but just doesn't happen with most women. What's next?" "Well, next comes the visual foreplay. Take off your shirt and I'll take off mine." We stood about two feet from each other, and I told him to do as I was doing. With broad strokes at first, I began to massage my pecs. I too had developed full pecs after years of exercise. Around and around I went, encouraging him to do the same and to watch me. My pecker was raging into overdrive, and he could see it as well. It was firm against the material of my pants, even though they were baggy. His was getting hard as well. "Now pinch your own nipples, and I will demonstrate something that should just about send you into orbit," I instructed him. As he pinched his hard nipple on the left side, I leaned over and started tongue lashing the nipple on the right. He twitched the first time I brushed my tongue across the diamond sharp knob. Almost immediately I took as much of his pec into my mouth and started sucking with reckless abandon. Frank was now massaging my nipples, and I was just about going berserk. Precum was slipping out of my cock, and I thought I felt a wet spot on his shorts when my hand slid by. "Next," I said breathing hard, "we have to reveal the real reason we're here. Stand back a little and I'll drop my trousers first, and then I'll help you out of your shorts." I untied the string around my baggies and they fell quickly to the ground. Frank gasped a little at the sight of my 9 inches of throbbing dick. I took my hand and teasingly swiped some of the precum off and licked it with my tongue. Frank gasped again. My boner was rock hard as I took two steps over to his front, slipped my hands down into his shorts, and started to massage his balls. As usual, he didn't have any underwear on. The snap came open with just a little tug, and there in front of me was at least a foot of throbbing, crimson muscle. While Frank had worked every other muscle in his body, he had not neglected the one that now stood at attention before me. "Frank, there are several things you or I could do at this point. I'd like you to just touch my cock and balls with your hands, and gently massage. I may blow my load, but that's okay, because there's always more where that came from." Eager to learn and practice, Frank wrapped one hand around my dick and another he used to cradle my balls. He massaged the balls carefully, and raised and lowered his hand on my dick. I was so fascinated looking at his hairless forearms, biceps and triceps, the deltoids and pecs flexing, that I creamed his hand in no time. Hot white foam just spewed out and Frank quickly pulled away as if he'd done something wrong. "Hey, no problem. That's what you're supposed to do. In fact, most guys love it when you lick off the cum that lands on their fingers." Frank complied and placed his fingers in his mouth, licking carefully. "Hey, that's not too bad," he commented. "You mean you've never tasted your own cum?" I asked almost unbelieving. "Never," he said. "Frank, you've got a lot to learn. Now here's how to give a great blow job." I knelt down in front of his massive bodybuilders legs, wondering if I could get that foot long sausage in my mouth. I have taken in pretty big guys before, but over 12 inches is sometimes difficult. With the precum that was bubbling out, I knew it wouldn't be too long anyway. I placed my hands on his hard ass. I could feel the striations in his gluteus maximus muscle, and he was flexing it to give his cock an even bigger look. Hmmm, nice touch, I thought. I tongued his balls, licking and sucking and working my way from the bottom to the top, and then up the back side of the cock shaft. I opened my mouth to take in his whole helmut, and sucked hard. One suck was all it took, and Frank was shooting immense amounts of white hot juice into my mouth. I took it all, and swallowed every precious drop. As his eruptions slowed, I pulled out and looked up. He looked like he had been drinking, or like he was high. "Hey, Frank, how was it?" I asked. "God, I have never felt anything like that. When I started cumming, I was sure I wouldn't be able to stop. I have never had such an intense orgasm. Now I think I'm starting to understand what it was I've been missing." Frank pulled back and admired his half hard cock, still dripping white juice. "Come over here," I said, standing. He came over and I placed my arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him. Our pecs were rubbing, and my dick was hard again, and Frank didn't know what was about to happen. We stood, embracing as only men can, and I guided Frank's hand down to where my cock was throbbing again. My hands were hard at work massaging his asshole, which is where I intended to place my dick in just a few seconds. "Hold up just a minute, Frank," I said, reaching across the table to my bookcase, where a small wooden box held a ready supply of condoms. "You take this, and put it on my dick." I said. Frank ripped the condom package open and unrolled the extra large latex sheath. Clumsily he fumbled with the condom and my dick, but finally got it on. His massive finger seem to have trouble doing small things. I helped Frank to the ground and lubricated his hole with my saliva and with the liquid from the condom. Surprisingly, it was much more flexible than I expected for such a muscley ass. My cock head was in, and he was groaning. Finally I pushed one big thrust and got the whole thing in. Frank looked back and appeared pained, but mouthed the words, "God does that feel good!" I was slowly fucking his ass, and massaging his pecs, reaching down to his cock, and pulling his balls out. It was getting hard again, and I was so turned on I knew I would be blowing any second. I did. I let out a little squeal and Frank looked back and asked, "Are you all right?" "Never better," I grinned. Frank collapsed to the floor and turned around. I think the lesson was almost over for the time being. There was just one more thing that needed to be done. I laid my head on Franks massive chest and listened to his heart beat. He was so huge and so well built and so good looking and would be such a great pro on the bodybuilding scene. "Frank, have you ever met this Leo guy, or have you just talked to him on the phone?" I asked quietly. "No, I've never met him. I just talked to him on the phone. But some of the other guys say he's really a great promoter. I just don't know what I should do." "Well, I've got a news flash for you," I paused, looked up at his beautiful deep, dark eyes, and placed my hand on his flaccid, long cock. "Frank, my professional name, the name I use in my business, is Leo. I'm the one who called you. I do this for a living.....promoting. I'm the one who called you." He started to get a horrible, angry look on his face, and then it started to soften. Finally a big huge grin came over his face. "So it was you all along? I had my suspicions, but that voice that you used was so old sounding. Why did you do that? I can't believe it. You are one terrific stud. So are you going to be my manager?" "Yeah, you're quite the stud yourself. Of course, I'm going to do it. After that workout, I couldn't say no." We spent the rest of the night together, and Frank even had his chance to mount me and drive his huge dick into my ass. I could accommodate him with little trouble and loved every thrust. We slept intertwined the rest of the night. The next day we decided to make a permanent living arrangement, Frank living with me and me working as his manager in lieu of him paying rent. It was a good arrangement, and one that I could live with for a long time.