Gay Erotic Stories

At 29, 6'1", 185#, I was in-shape, masculine, popular. successful and happy. My career as an investment banker was going well, I had a fiancee (after dating a series of beautiful women), genuinely liked people, had lots of friends and a full social life. This is not a sad story of how I lost it all, but how I risked it all and had to accept a new role in life.

Call it narcissistic, but I am a damn good looking man - dark hair, great smile and teeth and naturally hairy. I'm lean muscled with good genes - I did catalog modeling on the side during college when I wasn't playing baseball or running track. I was in a popular fraternity and never lacked for good looking women for company.

One thing that always pissed me off was the fact that most of the women didn't appreciate the male body. They liked what the cock did, but didn't find the male body attractive. I had never really thought about sex with a man, but I could always see the beauty in my body and other men. With all my work in the gym and natural good looks, I wish I had a compliment now and then. To top it off, my masturbation was better than any blow job I ever received.

I had settled into a routine at the gym, which had mostly straight guys but a fair number of gay guys too. When I got looks from men, my instinct was to figure out what was wrong with me. Soon I realized I was getting admirable looks and attention from men. It did stroke my ego a bit.

One guy, Troy, was a beefy hairy guy who was talkative and friendly. He was also openly gay and started propositioning me in a playful way. I never considered it and told him he was barking up the wrong tree with me. As for other guys I chatted with, I was never sure who was and wasn't gay - until I would get a cruise in the steam room.

Steaming was a ritual after my workout. It felt great and it was a chance to be stark naked and see who enjoyed my body. I had never seen anything go on there while I was in there, but I went during quiet times.

The steam room was rectangular, but the door was off to the side and you had to go through plastic vertical strips to keep the heat from escaping. Usually you could hear someone come in, but sometimes there was a quiet man who would slip in suddenly.

Anyway, I was in on a slow Saturday afternoon and decided to lay on my towel. Horny as hell, I started stroking and fantasizing, lost in my own world. Sometimes no one came in all afternoon, so I didn't worry. I flipped over on all fours stroking my 7.5 inch with balls hanging nice and low, slapping back in forth.

Then suddenly a hard slap hit my ass, followed in rapid succession by several more...I was so stunned and humiliated when I turned to look - it was tall Troy smiling in his delight. I started to speak but he spit into my open mouth and said just shut up. He grabbed my hard dick from behind my legs and stroked while I felt his lips against my hole. He stroked me hard while he licked and bit my hairy hole driving me into a state of ecstacy. I should have maintained my straight image and gotten the hell out of there, but here I was - successful jock and professional straight stud bent over on all fours getting stroked and rimmed by the resident gym gay guy. It took all of 45 seconds for me to come and buck my ass in his face.

"Our secret?" I managed to whimper out, as he smiled and said sure man...and walked out.

This was only the first time i would start acting out in many different ways....