Gay Erotic Stories

I admit I became totally comfortable displaying my body. My boss, at the small gym I work at, started requiring that I wear a gym uniform that exposes almost everything, either by the tightness of some of the gear or the sheerness of the fabric of others. He now provides me with three basic uniforms. The first, for training clients and working out in, is almost the same as that Dallas and Vegas restaurant Tallywackers, a Hooters style restaurant featuring male waiters. The shorts are made of that shear, form fitting type material that somehow manages to be tight yet stretchy, giving no support up front. Oh, and just like for the Tallywacker waiters, wearing underwear is against the dress code. We are talking major visible penis line here. I now call the shorts my "tallywackers". The tank top is similar, only a size smaller than I usually wear so its like a second skin. I might as well not be wearing anything. For working the front check-in desk or general gym maintenance its the same top only the shorts come off and and I slip on loose white basket ball shorts that my dick flops around in as I work. Lastly my boss recently gave me an Aussiebum light blue WJ Loose brief swimsuit. Very little coverage there but I admit, I look damn good in them. He said, to pick up extra business Friday evenings after the gym closes he is going to start an exclusive sauna evening catering to wealthy businessmen who appreciate classic muscular bodies and unique entertainment. He said the swimsuit is my uniform for those evenings. He said I'd get twice my hourly rate and if I agree to participate in the entertainment the wealthy men asked for I'd make great tips. Yep, I know I am going to end up naked in front of a bunch of wealthy gay guys, but if they pay well I'm okay with it. Not much different than the modeling I've been doing. Hell, I'll even do a cum shot show if they tip well. The first sauna evenings in about a week.

Lately when working with a client, my boss will call me over and have me strip off my shirt and flex the muscles the client is working on, letting the client feel my flexed muscles. He says its a good way to have clients understand how the exercise builds muscle mass. I think many of the clients just enjoy feeling me up. Late one evening, right after closing, my boss was working late with a client who had joined the gym about a month earlier. My boss made sure to give this man extra attention because the man owned the building the gym was in. My boss wanted to expand the gym into the neighboring space and was hoping by treating this guy as a VIP he'd get a great lease. So far the VIP treatment meant he received free personal training sessions and got to use the gym after hours.

The man, probably in his late 50's, appeared to know how to take care of himself and judging by his Bentley parked out front and the fact he owned two-thirds of the block, was a man who got what he wanted. I noticed he had been glancing towards me numerous times during his training session. My boss had noticed also because he started giving me numerous nods encouraging me to "display the goods" as he calls it. Displaying the goods is a discreet routine he has me do for special clients he wishes to impress.

With my boss encouraging, I had slipped out of my long basketball shorts and shirt and started cleaning the empty gym in just my tallywackers. The idea being to show as much skin and muscle as possible while still barely dressed. As I cleaned I made sure I stayed in direct view of the client, bending over and picking up weights an equipment that made my muscles flex to full capacity. After about five minutes of this show I noticed the client had stopped working out and was just staring openly at me with a slight knowing grin on his face. I could tell the gig was up. He turned to my boss and said, "So you think you can by my favors with a little eye candy? I'm going to need more of a show from this young muscle stud if your going to get that lease."

My boss started to play dumb exclaiming that wasn't his intention but was silenced when the man called me over saying, "If you want me to even start talking about a new lease you better have your muscle man here put on a little show. A private muscle worship session may help." Seeing my worried face he said to me, "Son, my name is Jackson Davidson. Now don't worry, all I'm asking for, right now, is for you to do a little flexing while your boss slowly removes your shorts." My boss said, "Come on Jackson, your joking. You have already had a good look at Jay more than many other clients." Jackson said, "Well that's just it isn't it. I'm not so much a client as your landlord. You can't expect to tease me with a little eye candy if you want to expand your lease."

While I should have been pissed that Jackson was talking about me like I was just part of a lease negotiation, standing there on display and being bartered over, gave me an exhilarating rush. I worked hard to build the perfect body. Not only was I proud of it I wanted people to see it, use it, get pleasure from it. I didn't care if it was a guy, at that moment as long as I could keep that exhilarating rush tingling my muscles i'd do anything for anybody.

Jackson turned back to me and said, "Jay, here is what we are going to do. At the end of our little session I will give you $1,000. Now don't worry, I know you've never been with guy, and tonight i'm not going to put my dick in your mouth, up your ass or even touch you. The only thing you need to do is flex, strip, and model as I say. That's it. Oh, and for that amount of money you will need to get hard and ejaculate, but I'll decide where and how when the time comes. How about it stud? Sound fair?"

With the horny exhibitionist rush I was feeling I was ready to pound out a load even before Jackson mentioned the $1,000. Lets do this! Where do you want me? Jackson said, "Now those are your requirements Jay. We need to discuss what your boss will do in order to get his new lease." My boss said, "Now wait a minute Jackson, I'm no whore, I don't need the space next door that bad." Jackson said "You may not be a whore but you are an ass and I know how to drill an ass. You aren't above using Jay to improve your business so I think I will enjoy using you to improve mine. Now if your don't want the lease next door, fine, but if your want to renew the lease on this space, and keep me from calling in the $20,000 loan I gave you then you need to do as I say.

At that point my boss realized he was about to loose not only the new lease space next door but also his current lease, business, and income. He knew he was out of options. "Jackson", he said. "I'm straight, I can't get hard and fuck Jay and put on a gay fuck show for you. Jackson said to me, "Don't worry Jay, you are not getting fucked tonight. However unless your boss wants to loose everything he needs to do all I say. If he performs as requested he gets to keep his current lease plus the new lease at one-third the rate. Lets get started. Tonight Jay is the muscle god to be worshiped and serviced by his boss!"

We were towards the back of the main gym floor and even though it was after eleven and the gym was closed, I knew anyone walking by outside, would be able to see me standing in my cut up tank top and tight shorts. Seeing me in those clothes, with almost every muscle and bulge exposed, usually gets me second and third looks on any day but today it could stop traffic if anyone looked in and saw me flexing for Jackson while my boss was lifting my shirt and caressing my muscles. Jackson had my boss slowly, inch by inch, pull my shorts down and with each inch of exposed flesh apply body oil.

While I've had a few sports massages given by a guy I know, I have never had a guy massage me as erotically as Jackson was instructing my boss to do. Jackson kept saying, "If you want your lease you better make it look like you are enjoying this." While my boss obviously was not into feeling another guy up, he was into making bucks, and the thought of the cheap lease got him motivated. I knew he had done some acting in the past and had a degree in drama so perhaps that helped. I'd always heard actors were whores and would do anything for a paying role.

As for me, I was getting into being slowly stripped while these two clothed men were worshiping my increasingly nude body. As my shorts were slipped down exposing just my ass I kept glancing to the large glass front of the gym hoping someone walking by would see me exposed. It was then that I saw that I had forgotten to close and lock the front door. The thought of the door standing open so anyone could walk in while I was almost naked was so thrilling that my dick went form semi erect to full throbbing vein popping hard. The long hard shaft instantly outlined in my thin shorts made Jackson gasp. "Looks like Jay's python need to be let out." Jackson said.

With the continued instruction from Jackson my boss had rubbed oil completely over my upper body. He had given in to the role so much I was starting to think he was enjoying it but when our eyes met I could tell there was not joy there. He was doing it only for the money he could make form the cheap lease and business favors he could gain from Jackson. Wow! Not only was I getting a major thrill from having my exposed body used and enjoyed by Jackson and potentially anyone off the street, I was also helping Jackson dominate my boss by turning him into a gay for pay slut.

As my boss pulled my shorts down in front my dick sprang up right in my bosses face. He quickly fell back against the mirror wall behind him trying to back away from my massive erection. Jackson laughed and said, "So you have been exposing Jay like a whore but can't handle the goods? Well don't worry we are almost done for the night. All you have to do is sit there while Jay puts on a little show for us by pumping this impressive piece of manhood. Shit Jay, is everything on you huge?" With a laugh I said, "Well yes sir!" He then said, "Well then release some of the pressure building in your balls and pump out a good load of seamen. Oh and if your boss wants his lease he has to take it all on his face!"

At this point my boss said with an irritated tone, "Whatever Jackson. Jay just get it done and make him happy." Jackson said, "That's right Jay and no little dribble of a shot. I want a good soaking on you bosses face so he will always remember how he got his lease." Well I have always produced good loads. My muscular training also includes the pelvic region that characterize orgasm. With that, along with a powerful prostate and the fact that I haven't shot a load in over a week, I knew I was about to produce a storm of cum.

As I stood in the open gym, completely naked in front of these two men, muscles flexed with sex, slowly pumping my giant cock, I watched my reflection in the mirror behind my boss. My huge pecs flexing with each pump of my dick. My abs tightly flexed with sexual tension. My long dick, thick and hard with veins pumped full and popping. At the point of full sexual ecstasy I glanced toward the front glass doors realizing that it was about the time the gay club next door reached its busiest time of the evening. Standing in the gym lobby and outside the front windows were about 20 guys quietly watching as if in some porn theater. Here I was, the only naked guy in a room full of clothed men, my cock in my hand and my horny muscular body presented for their viewing enjoyment. Moaning, "oh shit", I let out a huge spray of semen that hit my bosses face and splashed back on me and the onto the mirror. Arching my back and thrusting my pelvis forward in ecstasy another spray, as large as the first, erupted out of my dick hitting my bosses hair and forehead and streamed down his face. The third long hard spray hit his slightly parted lips with such force he had an overflowing mouthful before he could even start to close it. There was a fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh equally large spray of cum before the intensity started to decrease. In all I must have squirted out around 15 spurts before I fell back on the floor exhausted.

When my body finally stopped shaking from my massive orgasm, every guy watching started applauding and cheering. I looked over with a shitty grin on my face and noticed about four guys I know from university and one form the art department I model for. Oh shit, the word will spread fast. I'm going to be known as the sex show model at university. Looking back I noticed that I was splattered in my own cum as was the floor and the mirror in front of me. The worst was my boss whose face, hair, and shirt were dripping with thick white cum. Cleaning the cum from his eyes he got up and walked to the showers. Jackson smiling said, "Son, you have talent. Me and the boys will put you to good use at the sauna night your boss is putting on." While saying that he tossed a wad of $100 bills on my cum covered chest and walked out.

As I got up, one of the guys I knew from the university art department said, "Jay, as long as you stay naked and pump on that cock some more I think every guy here will fill out a membership application to this gym." Feeling a tingling and slight swelling of my dick at the thought of all these guys wanting an encore, I slowly walked naked to the membership office, loaded up the application computer, and laid back on the counter behind the computer desk. As the lengthening line of guys filled out gym applications I let them check out my body as I slowly worked my cock up again. Besides the $1000 from Jackson, $500 in tips from letting the guys grope me as they completed a gym application ($10 for a five minute rub), and over 50 new gym memberships, I also ejaculated two more times over the next four hours entertaining the guys. Now I'm a sex show performer. Who'd guess.