Gay Erotic Stories

After a rough match, I was setting in the locker room around 12:30 just chillin before a shower and a trip home. My match was the last of the night, I was wrestling Sting and it was hot and battling, so after winning the match, I was just kinda wanting to be alone. I was taking my time, everybody had left and I was the last one there. I was just thinking about the night’s activities, when out of nowhere Goldberg showed up. He had on a tank top, shorts, and a ball cap. He came in and started talking to me, “Hey, that was a great match you had. I was setting out in the crowd just watching you and Sting. The crowd just loves you.” I said, “Nah.” “Yeah, really they do!” said Goldberg. He was standing there and he grabbed my shoulders, and started rubbing them. It felt good. I stood up and went over to my locker and started getting my towels and stuff out for a shower. Goldberg came on over to me and took off his cap and put it on my head backwards. He said, “Gee man, you looked hot out there tonight.” The sweat was still running down my chest. Goldberg reached over and stopped a drop that was running down, and he just stood there talking about the match. He moved his hand up and started rubbing one of my nipples--and just like that--my rod started throbbing as he rubbed on that one. He started with the other nipple. My rod was now at full throttle. He had a smile on his face. I could see his nipples from around the straps of his tank top. They were hard and begging for me to touched them. I asked and he said to go for it, so I started working them, first softly, then I was working them just like he was me. I could see his rod standing straight out. Then, he removed his hands from my chest and brought them up to my face. He held my face and brought it close to his, and kissed me once. I knew I, might not get this chance again, so I kissed him back and we stood there for some thirty minutes, just kiss and rubbing, while swapping tongue action. He would push his tongue deep into my mouth, and we would have to stop to catch our breath. By this time, we were nude and just kissing harder and moaning and groaning. I slid my hand down to Goldberg’s rod. It was seven inches of hard, throbbing meat. I was just five inches, but it’s okay. He started squirting as I jacked his manhood, and then he grabbed mine and started the same action. By this time, he was as fucking hard as I was. His moment was just about to happen, but I shot first. After the first gush of cum, he shot wads of thick cum too. It was all up on our bellies. He would rub his hand on my side to clean it. Afterwards, we were drained and we just stood there holding each other. We kissed some more and after we had recovered ourselves, we took a shower and left