Gay Erotic Stories

It had been a while since I felt good about myself. At 235lbs I was more than 50lbs overweight and more than a bit uncomfortable with my appearance. I mean, people would always refer to me as the cute chubby guy, or the pretty fat boy. But I just didn't like it. I know they were just trying to give me a compliment, but the chubby/ fat part completely canceled it out in my eyes. But I guess I'm a somewhat good looking guy. But thats just a good mix of genetic. I'm light brown skin and I have really light blue eyes, and really thick lips. Racially, I'm all over the place [Black, Dominican, Dutch, Portuguese]. Pretty much take all those most dominate physical traits, throw them together, and that's me in a nutshell. And to a lot of people thats great, that's attractive, but its just not enough for me. My weight just bothers me way too much. So, I decided to join a gym. But it was way harder than I thought. And I ended up only lasting two weeks before I quit. But on my last visit there, I ran into this guy I used to know, Ryan.

Ryan was an old highschool friend of mine. Well we weren't exactly the best or closest of friends, but I do remember him being a pretty cool guy. We actually used to both play on our school's football team, back when I was 30 pounds lighter and way more athletic. I was a linebacker, and Ryan was our second string quarterback. So our experience together was of me, during practice, cutting threw the line and tackling him to the ground. But anyway, we struck up a conversation at the gym, and inevitably he mentioned to me, that he was a personal trainer. In fact, that day he was at the gym looking for new clients. It was like fate. I needed to get this weight off, and this coming to the gym by myself thing wasn't working out all that well; so I figured, I might as well throw some business at an old friend and get in shape at the same time. So we exchanged numbers and set up an appointment to meet.

Now let me describe Ryan a little for you. He's tall, dark, really dark. I think he once said he was Haitian or Jamaican or something. I guess he's a reasonably good looking guy. But I don't really judge other men like that. He's about 6'5", a little taller than me. About 200lbs of pure muscle, very athletic. He's built like one of those Greek or Roman God statues. He really is all man. But the most peculiar thing about him is, he has the most babyish face of any grown man I'd ever known.

Well later on that day, I got a text from Ryan. It read " Sup Chris." [I'm Chris btw] "It was cool running into you earlier. I missed you a lot. Can't wait till our first session." I really didn't know what to think, or how to react to a text like that. I mean, I didn't really go around texting other guys like that. And Ryan and I weren't exactly close enough, to have missed each other. So I just responded back, with a simple "K". But then, he sent me a smiley face. That, was kind of weird. For one thing, we're not kids. For two, we're grown ass men. And three, I thought we were both straight grown ass men. But later on I'd find out that ever since highschool Ryan was gay, and more than that, he had a crush on me....

Well anyway, a few days later, was our first session. Ryan had his own private gym, that only he and his clients used. So pretty much we'd have all the privacy we needed to get a really good workout in. Then afterwards a massage. Ryan was also a licensed massage therapist. The equipment at the gym was beyond impressive. I mean, Ryan had to have spent tens, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars putting this gym together. The whole place was amazing, on an extreme luxury type level.

When I walked in the gym, I was wearing my usual workout gear: just some old basketball shorts and a white sleeveless Nike Athletic tee. Ryan on the other hand, had something different in mind. He had on these really tight, black bike shorts and a matching tank with the gym's logo on the front. He expected me to wear the same, which he had already waiting for me. I was trying to be open minded about this whole training thing, so I didn't offer any protest. I went in the back changing room and quickly changed into the gear Ryan gave me. Let me tell you, I looked nothing like Ryan did in the workout gear. I looked like a stuffed pig. When I walked back out, Ryan met me with protest. "Man whats with the dick." When I put the bike shorts on, the only way I felt comfortable was with my dick laying along my left thigh. And with these tight shorts, it was more than noticeable. "Man next time you come in my gym, put on a jock." He said to me, with this little smirk on his face. "Cmon lets get started." He said, as he led me across the gym, to a matted area, in front of a giant mirrored wall. Then we started our workout.

First, Ryan had me lay out on my back, so he could stretch me out. Something I remember from my old football days. He grabbed my left leg, one hand on the back of my thigh, the other on my calve. Then he pushed my leg into my chest as fair as it would go. After that he followed suit with my right. Then we did a few more stretches, before it was cardio time. We did the whole running in place, jumping jacks routine, you know all the old basics from gym class. By the end of that, I was already winded. But we weren't done yet. After that we worked on my upper body, weight training. Then finally, for the last 20 minutes, he had me run the treadmill. When the workout was over, my whole body was sore. Ryan said thats the way its supposed to be, if I want results. But honestly I was too tired to care about anything, especially not anything he had to say.

When we were done, he led me to the back, gave me a towel and showed me to the showers. "When you're done, dry off completely, then come back and lay on the table" he said, as he left me to it. I followed his instructions. I was just glad the workout was over. I couldn't wait for that water to hit my sore body, then that massage afterwards to relax all my tired muscles.

After my shower, in just my towel, I walked back to the massage area as Ryan instructed me. He was standing there, next to the table with a clip board in his hand. When he saw me approaching, he order me to lay down on the table. I did as he said,laying flat on my stomach. Then without warning, he came over to me and started pouring warm oil all over my aching back and tight shoulders. It felt so good, so amazing. Then he started rubbing the oil into my skin, with the most perfect amount of pressure. I felt weak under his hands. Then he started down my legs, to my feet. At first it felt weird, having another man rubbing my feet, but I grew to like it. Then he began working back up my legs, to my thighs. Putting his hands under the towel, and rubbing the bare flesh below my ass. It was awkward, but I was still in heaven. Then after a few minutes, of expertly rubbing my thighs, he pulled the towel completely from my body and grabbed hold of my thick fleshy mounds. With one mound in each hand, he began to mold my ass, squeezing and rubbing it for dear life. Though this was my first time getting a full body massage, I expected him to work my ass, but not like that, and not with such aggression. But to be honest, for me, oddly it was the best part of the whole experience...

Over the next few weeks [3 days a week], I started seeing results. The training was working. And Ryan and I were getting really close and becoming good friends. By then, we had even hung out a view times outside the gym. Ryan was a great trainer and was becoming an even greater friend. Our sessions, they became longer and longer. And not because we were working out more, but because we were spending a lot more time just shooting the shit, hanging out, kicking back, talking, you know. But Ryan, he was still relentless when it came to the workout. He didn't cut me any slack. Now, there was another reason why our sessions were running longer. Ryan had gotten into the knack of taking extra special care to make sure my massages counted. It was like he knew my body better than I did. He knew just what I needed and where and how long I needed it. But with all the close contact we were having, and all the touching, I never in a million years thought anything sexual of it. I never thought anything sexual would ever go down between me and Ryan. Well, that was until, it sorta did.

After a few months of Ryan training me, we had become really close. We had since thrown all pretense out the window. We were extremely comfortable with one another and all modesty was gone too. It started out simple enough, just working out both of us shirtless, touching more and more outside the confines of the massage. Then eventually I stopped caring if Ryan saw me naked. It had gotten to a point, where I would often now walk around the gym completely naked. Whether it be walking back or forth from the shower or just hanging out with Ryan beside me on the massage table after we were done. I was now more free with my body around him. And he always more than encouraged it.

This one particular day. It was one of our usual training sessions, but it seemed like Ryan had gotten himself a little more involved and sweatier than usual. So when I went to hit the showers, he joined me. The shower, it was a typical one you'd find at any gym. A large tiled room, with multiple shower heads mounted on the walls. It was nothing really too special, but it was a nice all the same.

In the shower, Ryan looked great. He looked amazing naked. He was just one of those people that looked like they were supposed to be naked, all the time. Although, Ryan had seen and felt my naked body time and time again, this was my first time ever seeing him completely in the nude. If his body didn't look amazing before, now dripping wet it definitely did. The water was just glistening on his mahogany skin, as it flowed down his muscled frame. And his dick, must've been the biggest blackest thing I'd ever seen. He was definitely hung like a horse, at least 9" soft. I was in awe at the sight of him. I had never looked at another man like that before, but for some reason I just couldn't keep my eyes off of this Adonis that was showering along side me.

When we finished in the showers, we headed out to the massage table, both of us only in towels. Ryan didn't even bother getting dressed. As I climbed on the table, he jumped straight into his work of rubbing me down. He rubbed my body, taking pride in all the newly bulging muscles he, himself helped to created. He stood there in his towel molding my meaty flesh with precision. Taking extra special care with my ass. Then he did something that I was never expecting. He bit me. He bit me right on my ass, then he gave it a slap. I was a bit caught off guard by it, but he just continued on molding me with his big strong hands, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then, Ryan did something that he definitely never did before. He started stretching my ass cheeks apart, exposing my naked hole. It felt oddly amazing. And then, he really went there. While my cheeks were spread apart he lunged his tongue deep inside me. I was shocked by the sensation. It was electric. All I could do was moan out in pleasure. My dick was hardening quicker than any of our other massages had ever made it. Ryan was eating the hell out of my ass. And I just laid there and enjoyed it. Then finally, he pulled his tongue out of me and I instinctually turned my self over. I was laying flat on my back now, my dick sticking straight up in the air. Ryan's towel had long since fell to the floor. My dick was waving back and forth, until Ryan grab it with one of his massive hands. Then he swallowed it whole. I was amazed at his technique. I barely felt his lips. All I could feel was the back of his throat as it slowly invited me in. He didn't even gag. Then he released me from his throat and slowly ran his lips from the base of my dick to the tip. Then he started bobbing his head up and down, as my dick throbbed in his mouth. He reached his hand up and started teasing my tits, all the while never losing speed on my dick. It wasn't long, at all, before I shot wave after wave of my seed down his throat. He tried to swallow it all, but my load was just too much. It was dripping from the corners of his mouth. Then again, he found my tits, this time with his cum soaked mouth. For a while, he licked and sucked on them both, as hard as he sucked my dick. Then he found my mouth. Our tongues began to dance back and forth, and then they wrestled as Ryan climbed on top of me. I could feel his big heavy dick, as it laid across my thigh. Our lips once again found each other. I could feel his dick getting heavier and harder, the longer we kissed. At it's fullest it was 13" and as thick as a can of redbull. He had more than a monster. Soon I felt him lifting my legs. He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed them into my hips. Our stretching exercises really helped my flexibility. I soon felt his dick head, as it pressed against my well oiled hole. I asked him "what you thinking about doing with that thing?." But he kissed me, than assured he'd go gentle. He said he'd never do anything to hurt me. In my mind I laughed. Here, he had his dick nearly in me, yet he was still trying to seduce me.

It wasn't long before I felt him slowly force the head in. The pressure, it was extreme, but he went gentle like he promised. And eventually I let him in, despite the pain. Mmmm, the pain. Pain never felt so good. I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden I wanted all 13" of his pain inside me. And we weren't going to stop until they were. He slowly pushed inside me, inch by inch. The adrenaline, mixed with the oil and sweat from both our bodies allowed for me to open up easier than I thought. His dick felt so big as it filled me up. I continued to relax and let him in, and soon I had it all. I could feel his heavy balls resting against my ass. I knew when he came, I really had a load to take. I was surprised that he actually got all 13" inside me. A few inches had to be in my stomach. Then he started slowly pulling out, inch by inch. I never felt more pleasure in my life. I moaned to keep from screaming. Then I whispered "fuck me" and he obeyed. He started fucking me. Thrusting his massive meat deep into my guts. I definitely wasn't ready for this much dick. My heart was racing. He was jamming his dick into me hard and deep. He'd pull out a few inches then jam it all back in with a quickness. I cried out " fuck me". I was now biting my lip to keep from screaming. Then finally with one last thrust, he came. He came in me so hard and so deep I swear I could taste it. My hole was more stretched than ever now. Once he was completely out of me, we got off the table and headed back to the showers. We stood there under the water and washed each other, with our lips often meeting. But our session wasn't over yet..............