Gay Erotic Stories

When first Sven walked into the gym that morning, all he wanted was a good solid workout. Being a Monday, it was time for his pecs. He was proud of them, bulging and round, covered in golden blond fur, a fine complement to his washboard abs, powerful biceps, triceps, and quadriceps. He was heavily muscled throughout, six foot two, had long golden blond hair and the blue eyes that spoke of the fjords his grandfather fished. He was a tall powerful man from a long line of tall powerful men and every one of them enjoyed the physical realm in all its glories, whether it be the athletics of the field or the athletics of the bedroom. Indeed his father’s sexual exploits were legendary and still whispered about in corners. At the office it was widely believed that neither secretary nor mail room clerk could resist if he gave them the look. Men and women were equally vulnerable to his charms. And Sven was every bit his father’s son, although he generally preferred a good piece of meat. Sven was particularly fond of the free weight room at the gym. You could get a good solid workout there, usually alone when Sven came, early in the mornings. There were other folks around, but they were the scared middle aged types working the machines and wearing their sweats and walkman. Sven preferred wearing a super-abbreviated tank top, soft shorts, sneakers, and socks, without a stitch more to get in his way. As Sven approached the bench press, he realized that this morning he was not alone. A strikingly handsome Slavic looking type had just gone over to the dumbbell rack. His hair was so black, it was blue, making his clean shaven face distinctly blue. He was costumed almost exactly the same as Sven, showing off his heavily muscled five foot ten frame, fur rugged chest, heavily hairy legs and arms, and the most strikingly blue eyes Sven had ever seen. “Name’s Sven,” Sven said extending his hand to the stranger. “Yuri” was the simple reply. “Workout often?” Sven asked. “No. Is first time since I come to this country,” answered Yuri. “Is okay I work with you?” “Sure!” said Sven, “How about if you spot me when I bench press?” Sven asked gesturing to his setup. “Spot?” asked Yuri. “Stand near the bar and make sure I don’t hurt myself,” answered Sven. “Ah, yes, understand,” said Yuri. “You need I should do it now?” “If you’re willing,” said Sven. “Is okay with me,” said Yuri affably enough. As Sven got into position to bench press, Yuri stood just above his head. “Yuri,” said Sven, “I have a lot of weight here. You might want to stand in real close.” “Is okay, sure,” said Yuri as he moved in so tightly the edge of his shorts was directly over Sven’s head. As Sven looked up, he got a perfect view of all of Yuri’s equipment, cock, balls, and ass, all perfectly formed and surrounded by generous quantities of that blue black hair. As Sven lifted the bar, he thought about the standard weight lifting practice to “blow into the weight” and he aimed the streams of air directly at Yuri’s balls and ass. As he lowered the bar to his chest, Yuri tilted forward and put more of his cock in Sven’s face. On the upward push Sven now aimed that draft of air directly at that beautiful cock. As the bar approached full height, Yuri again leaned back and Sven directed the blast of air at his balls and ass. So they proceeded in repetition after repetition, Sven blowing at different parts of Yuri’s package as he rotated around. Sven thought he saw the beginnings of the hardening of Yuri’s cock, but it was still too soon to try. As Sven stood up, one of his tits popped out of his tank. As he adjusted the shoulder strap to cover himself, Yuri asked, “Why do you wear shirt to workout?” “Makes the old ladies in the other room more comfortable, I guess,” responded Sven. “Seems foolish in here with just two of us,” said Yuri. “I guess you’re right,” answered Sven as he popped off his shirt and Yuri immediately did the same with his, revealing an extremely well developed chest and killer abs. “You now help me with my workout?” asked Yuri. “Sure,” said Sven, “What do I do?” “Is simple,” said Yuri. “You sit on bench right behind me while I curl with dumbbell. You keep you hand under my forearm to support me when I am starting or finishing cycle.” “That’s what I do with the hand on the same side you’re working. What do I do with the other hand?” asked Sven. “You hold my waist for better leverage,” answered Yuri. As Sven sat down on the bench and spread his legs, Yuri sat right between his legs. “You must have chest right against my back, please or positions are all wrong.” Sven did as instructed. As Yuri picked up the dumbbell with his right hand, Sven moved his right hand to Yuri’s furry forearm and Sven wrapped his left hand around Yuri’s waist. “Is very good!” said Yuri as he began the strain of the first repetition. Sven felt Yuri’s entire body tense to this one bicep curl and felt his body tensing in sympathy. As Sven looked in the mirror on the opposite wall, he saw a very definite bulge developing in Yuri’s shorts and in a moment he found his own bulge beginning to poke out against Yuri’s butt. As Yuri completed the set he said, “Ah yes. Is very good!” With that he lay down the dumbbell and moved Sven’s hand from Yuri’s waist under the waistband of his shorts. Sven needed no more prompting than that as he took solid hold of Yuri’s cock, popping it out of his shorts. As Sven began jerking Yuri off, Sven’s boner grew bigger and bigger. Finally, Yuri said, “Is very good, but is better without shorts.” With that he stood up, dragging Sven with him. As Yuri dragged his own shorts to below his knees, he could allow them to fall to the ground where he stepped out of them, kicked them away and moved forward so that he could rest his hands on the rack of dumbbells. Meanwhile, Sven wriggled out of his own shorts. “Good,” Yuri exclaimed as he felt Sven’s boner riding the crack of his ass. “Now you will please to take that thing you have been poking me with and put it where it belongs.” Needing no further invitation, Sven used his free right hand to guide his cock to Yuri’s waiting ass. As he popped it in, he felt as if he were being both welcomed and drawn in to the very depths of Yuri’s bowels. Meticulously working Yuri’s cock with his left hand, Sven used his right hand to massage Yuri’s right tit which was poking out strong and hard. As Sven pounded Yuri’s ass to the very depths, Yuri used his sphincter muscles to massage Sven in a rhythm perfectly timed to match the in and out in and out of Sven’s lunging member. Sven felt like he was in some great furnace as the ancient rhythm carried him to greater and greater heights. As Sven pounded harder and harder and faster and faster, Yuri called out more and more urgently, “Dah, dah,! Fuck me! Spahseebah, spahseebah, spaseeeeeebah!” Finally, Sven felt the crisis beginning to boil in his balls and explode up through his cock as he pumped load after precious load of his juice up Yuri’s ass. And, almost miraculously at that very moment it seemed as if it was Sven’s own cum erupting out of Yuri’s cock, spraying the dumbbells. As Sven drew his cock out of Yuri’s ass and dropped his hand from Yuri’s cock, Yuri spun around and drew him into a deep throated kiss, Yuri’s tongue dancing inside Sven’s mouth as their sweaty bodies plastered against each other from tip to toe, luxuriant black chest hair matted against luxuriant blond chest hair, soft cock greeting soft cock. As the kiss continued, Yuri dropped his hands to explore Sven’s ass and tease his asshole with his fingers. In moments, the desired effect was achieved. Both cocks were again hardening. As Yuri broke away from the kiss, he said, “Now must continue workout. You like we do Greek pushups?” “Greek pushups? What are those?” asked Sven. “You Amerikanskis have so much to learn!” laughed Yuri. “But I show you. I lie down on gym mat flat on my back. You lie down on top of me like number sixty-nine. You keep your body stiff like board. Then I grab your hips and bench press your body with your wand coming in and out of my mouth. You do pushups so that my wand goes in and out of your mouth. This develops shoulders and chest. No?” “More than that!” Sven laughed as he followed Yuri’s directions to place himself in position. By now both cocks were rock hard. As Sven began the first rep, he realized the beauty of the Greek pushup. While he was getting the most wonderful mouth fucking and cock sucking from his new Russian friend, there was enough physical exertion that he felt his orgasm being strung out forever. Up and down he went in rep and rep, lavishing the flavor of the Russian cock, wondering at the mighty suction applied to his own cock, feeling the exhaustion building in his shoulders and chest for the lifting he was doing and in his lower back for keeping his legs dead stiff. Yet on and on it went and slowly, painfully, inexorably he felt his orgasm building and by the heaving of the blue black chest below him Yuri’s orgasm as well. Yet, although ever on the brink, the orgasms were just over the horizon. Finally, his exhaustion overtook him and he collapsed on top of the Russian. Then with sudden ferocity Yuri sucked on Sven’s cock with great slurps and mighty vacuum, inspiring Sven to administer the same to Yuri and instantly the most spectacular orgasm Sven had ever known crashed upon him like some great tsunami, carrying him to the outer orbits of the solar system. Yes, cum was being pumped into his mouth, but it was like rocket fuel to him feeding his own cum pump into Yuri and his trip to outer space. When, at last, Sven recovered his senses, he turned around and kissed Yuri deeply, feeling the Russian’s teeth with his tongue and the sweet flavor of his own cum. On his way to standing up, he sucked lightly on Yuri’s tits and kissed his cock. Sven knew that he was exhausted and had no energy to complete his standard workout. In a moment, Yuri stood up, drew his clothing on, and took his towel to wipe up the various places they had sprayed their cum. Then, popping the towel over his shoulder, Yuri said, “Was good workout, but next time must do left bicep also.” With that he sauntered out of the free weight room, Sven still wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and sitting on the floor.