Gay Erotic Stories

The Man Arm Gym did not make an issue of being a gay establishment and had a number of straight clients. However the owner manager, Mr. Fuller bluntly told new arrivals that he was gay, and therefore his gym was gay friendly and if they were uncomfortable about that, not to sign up.

A few turned around and left with a sneer, and a very rare, "Why didn't you advertise your gay then,"

Fuller would just usher them out the door. He told Emanuel the same things when he applied for a job. Emanuel had told him he was straight but had no trouble working for a gay owned gym.

In fact he considered a gym that didn't advertise it was largely gay, but was, a lucky find. His wife, Amanda was not cool about him being a masseur anyway, but as long as he didn't massage women, or gay men, she said she could handle it.

He told himself he was just doing what he had to do to keep his marriage and his line of work, and it wasn't his fault the owner was gay. That was just the way it was.

The trouble was he and Amanda had been allowing some extra spice to creep into their relationship. It was little things at first, like encouraging her to wear no panties to her office job when he knew her boss was a very hot sexy man, and lusted after her. Or her telling him to wear tighter jeans with no underwear so his cock could be seen by other women, stuff like that.

"I don't mind if you tease him a little honey. The thought kind of makes me hot. I know you wouldn't let anything happen." He had told her one morning over breakfast a few weeks before.

She had been very reluctant at first, but he had detected that she was attracted to her boss and turned on by the idea, if only because they had amazing sex just talking about it. She had started going without and then wearing ever shorter skirts as well, coming home to tell him how hot is was to flash herself at her boss when she went into dictation. And how she had seen his huge erect cock a couple of times through his trousers when he perched on the edge of his desk and how the last time he hadn't even hidden it from her.

This went on for a while, but then she came home a little late, and admitted she and her boss had gotten into it in his office. Nothing too terrible she had tried to tell Emanuel, just some necking, and feeling one another up. But after they talked about it and she realize that instead of getting upset he was just getting turned on, she had admitted she had licked the tip of his cock and might have sucked it.

That night they had ripped each others clothes off well before reaching the bedroom. He had fucked her for two hours, and might have gone longer but exhaustion claimed them both.

His wife's escalating affair had culminated with her bringing her boss home for dinner. The man had come in skin tight jeans and a t shirt that molded itself to his pecs and abs.At the sight of him, and his sheepish smiles at Emanuel, Emanuel knew her boss was into him too, and maybe into some bi sex.

Dinner and a lot of wine had ended up with Emanuel encouraging them to dance together in the living room and "Oh hell that looks great you guys. Take some clothes off."

They had, and his wife had encouraged him to join them, a three way dance both he and her boss getting hard in their briefs, watching them neck, her boss grinding his hard cock against her panties as he sucked on her tits, then him moving around behind her to sandwich her in, a three way kiss...ending with a three way in bed.

Then he had woken up with her boss sucking him off right beside his sleeping wife. The thought of them getting away with something, cheating on her right there with her oblivious had turned him on, and he had climaxed. before he wanted to.The boss had not yet cum yet, so he returned the favor and was getting the man right to the brink when his wife woke and lost it. For a moment he had thought she would handle it, but it was like a switch just went off in her head and she just started going crazy. The boss got himself out of there.

He had thought he could calm her down but she just could not handle his sucking another man's dick. It had been one thing for him to reluctantly join them in bed and fuck the part of his wife her boss wasn't inside of. It was another for her to see him going down on a guy.

Suddenly, everything about him was in question, particularly his job as a masseur. She had demanded he quit his job when she realized he worked at the gym where gay friends of hers went, so he found a new job here.

He had even told Fuller, "Look, my wife thinks I am joining a completely straight gym. She is really worried about me, OK, so if she calls, please don't tell her your gay."

Fuller had frowned but agreed. He really needed a masseur, and Emanuel came with great recommendations. In fact his last employers were really sorry he had left them and wanted him back, which was the best recommendation yet.

The only problem was with Emanuel and Emanuel's thoughts. Every where he looked at the Man Arm gym there were gay men, working out, showering, eying one another in the shower, stroking each other off in the sauna or the steam room, all but making out in the big sunken whirl pool in front of everybody. The sexual electricity in his work place was ten times worse then in his last job, and more over a lot of those guys seemed to find Emanuel with his gorgeous blond looks, big blue eyes, and a wedding ring and a photo of him and his wife on his desk a turn on. Like he was a big challenge for them.

It was only Emanuel's fourth day and he was unbending, and allowing himself to tease them a bit more each day, little things like giving himself a couple of the really hot clients a bear hug when they were done. Changing his massage uniform in front of them, working in just shorts... He knew masseurs who worked naked so as to keep the oil and sweat off their nice uniforms. He was tempted, but having his big cock wagging around in easy reach of some of these guys, seemed like it was more then he was brave enough to do.

But hen there was the new guy, just joined that day, and his presence according to Fuller, was drawing in new clients like moths to a flame. Emanuel had seen him, god had he seen him. His name was Jake, and he was maybe nineteen years old, learning about the gym, working at the front door as greeter and tour guide for new people.

Jake had to be the most beautiful guy he had ever met. Long black hair with those long lashed blue eyes that pierced your heart, his young body lean as a grey hound but muscled too. Broad shoulders and a matting of hair on that chest that trailed down a heavenly line to the short clipped pubes, and those thighs and that ass, that high round dimpled ass that just screamed, "fuck me" every where he went.

Emanuel came out of this office so he could let people know he was free for anyone who wanted an impromptu massage, just as Jake came in. He had a view of the locker room and he saw the far door open and the new guy Jake already stripped as he entered. He had been naked out there? Emanuel thought, wanting to gasp. So Jake was an exhibitionist too? Emanuel felt himself getting hard as Jake paraded naked across the locker room into the spa sporting a huge erection which drew stares. He just shrugged and said, "Sorry guys happens by itself." though no body was complaining.

Emanuel busied himself outside his office, picking up a couple of stray loose towels, searching for something to do so he could see Jake in the shower. He stopped transfixed. Jake was in the shower all right and his cock was fully hard as he soaped it up, cleaning it oh so thoroughly with slow scrubbing motions that looked like a border line jerk off session. But still no none was complaining. all around the spa and in and out of the whirl pool men were either staring openly, or pretending not to stare, some of them plainly playing with themselves under the suds.

Emanuel grabbed a mop and a bucket, pretending to mop down the floor,trying to work his way around to get a closer look at Jake.

As it turned out he didn't need to. Jake rinsed off, stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, grabbed a clean towel and started heading toward Emanuel, his cock still huge and hard in front of him.

Emanuel couldn't breath as Jake walked up to hmm. "Hi Emanuel, I am Jake and Mr. Fuller suggested I get a massage. As you can see at least one of my muscles is incredibly stiff.

With his mouth drawn up into a half smile, Jake gave his big beautiful cock a stroke right under Emanuel's eyes.

"Oh ahmmm, well, just um go on into massage room one and I will join you there in a moment."

"Sure thing." Jake said, smiling at Emanuel, his eyes dropping down to the clear huge projection in Emanuel's shorts.

Emanuel was almost shaking as he followed Jake into one of four massage rooms.

"I am learning to be a masseur too and I hope to, if we get enough clients in to keep both of us busy, to work as your assistant." Jake told him as Emanuel came in.

Emanuel smiled, "sure that would be good IF we get the clients." he added. :"I need the money. So lie down, please,on your stomach."

"I am so hard that is going to be really uncomfortable, but OK," Jake said, giving him a lopsided smile as he got up and lay down, his every move drawing Emanuel's eyes and making him want to groan with desire.

He moved to drape a towel over Jake's butt, but Jake wiggled his butt, "That's OK, you don't mind looking at my naked butt do you?" He asked turning his head to give Emanuel a soulful puppy dog look.

Emanuel shrugged. "Not at all.its a very good butt. Very firm and muscular. You are very fit," He said striving for a tone of professionalism. he went to get the tube of oil and rubbed it on his hands, clapping a few times and rubbing fast to create heat friction.

He still had his shorts on, but he moved around and leaned over Jake's head to begin on his shoulders and arms, giving Jake's eyes an eye full of his own crotch just inches away. Jake's cooperated as he massaged each arm, letting his hands pull tension out of the biceps and forearms and then massaging the hands and fingers. Emanuel knew his erect cock was doing a dance for Jake through his tight shorts, and he wanted to grin, enjoying teasing someone who clearly got into being teased and teasing back.

"You know, Emanuel, if you wanted to keep oil off those nice white shorts you could take them off. i won't mind."

"Your sure?"

"Not a problem." Jake purred.

"Mmm, but my hands are oily, I better wait."

"I can do it for you, just move a little closer."

Emanuel did as ordered and Jake slowly pried his shorts waist band down over his stiff cock. Released his cock swung up and iron hard against his abs as Jake pulled the shorts down.

Emanuel stepped out of them.

Jake said, "mmmm, you have a beautiful cock."

"Thank you," Emanuel said as he worked down Jake's back, working out the tight muscles there. He moved closer as he bent further over Jake and moaned as Jake's tongue snaked out and slurped over his balls and up to the base of his cock.

"Hmmm," Emanuel breathed out softly, trying to gather some will power. "Jake I need to tell you I am married. I ... don't want to cheat on her." Emanuel thought.

There was a pause, "Oh yeah, the wedding ring. I noticed that but figured it was no big deal. It is, hunh?"

"Yes, she really doesn't like me doing this masseur work, and is afraid I might become gay." He said, his hands moving down so that his cock pressed right up into Jake's face.

Jake murmured, "Well a little kiss or two to such a beautiful cock can't hurt, can it?"

Emanuel almost whimpered as Jake's mouth slipped up his shaft a little way. "No, and that does feel good, thanks," he whispered.

Jake lifted his hands to Emanuel's ass pulling him in even closer. Emanuel's eyes closed as Jake really went to work lavishing wet slathering sliding kisses on his cock, driving him completely insane.

Emanuel moved in still closer to bring his hands down to those glut's of Jake's. Jake reached up, pulling Emanuel's cock down so that he could get it into his lips, his mouth stretching wide, his tongue lapping the under side of Emanuel's cock head.

Emanuel thrust forward his cock plunging into Jake's mouth. Jake relaxed, to accommodate the big tool without gagging taking Emanuel to his blond pubic bush. Emanuel's head went back, and he moaned, as Jake's expert mouth and tongue drove him crazy. "Oh yes suck me, Jake, suck my cock." He breathed.

Jake pulled back and teasingly liked the head, "that was just a deep french kiss, not actually sucking it. You don't want to actually cheat on your wife, do you."

Emanuel breathed hard, so close to cumming he could hardly think. Jake was right, he thought, fuzzily. "I need to hold back. Save some cum for her." He told himself. Nodding, he remembered his job. "I need to do your feet and legs." He said, and gathering his will he made himself cross around to the other end of the table and Jake's feet, his cock throbbing rock hard all the way.

Slowly, deliberately he made himself massage those feet, but as he worked on one he let his cock brush against the other foot. Jake knew what he was feeling his feet pressing back, rubbing Emanuel's cock, something about the foot rubbing clumsily against his balls and cock even sexier then a hand. More accidental almost. Like it was just an accident of a perfectly legitimate massage.

Working up ward he left Jake's feet and began on the ankles and then calves first one and then the other grinding his cock ever harder against the souls of Jake's feet as he worked. God he wanted to cum so badly, but somehow he thought, he had to find the discipline to resist the delicious man to man sex aspect of his job.

He was almost panicky about the notion every time he looked down at Jake.s incredible ass, at that little puckered hole with its little tuft of fuzzy hair just beckoning for Emanuel to taste it, to kiss it.

Emanuel's cock head glistened with pre-cum. He could hardly think as his hands moved up the back of Jake's thighs.

He left those feet reluctantly and moved to Jake's side so he could age at Jakes upper thighs and gluts.

He pressed his cock against Jake's hip, wanting the hot sexy hunk to feel him. Jake did, and his right hand came back and wrapped itself around his cock, fondling it.

Emanuel worked Jake's gluts, massaging them deeply, rhythmically pressing down, causing Jake's cock to press and rub against the cushioned massage table top.

"My my prostate needs to be massaged, its very tight." Jake hissed.

:"mmm, I will have to check Let me inspect your anal area first just to make sure the surface area outside that gate i relaxed." Emanuel said softly,

"Oh yeah, check ti out. Check it all the way,' Jake husked.

Emanuel needed no further invitation. He leaned in and pressed his lips deep into Jake's crack tasting the sweet funk of Jake and wanting more, running his lips around that gate, "delicious" he thought, "every bit as good as i though it would be." He invaded that puckered whole with his tongue and Jake groaned, his body flexing with ecstasy, his butt cheeks hugging Emanuel's face as if trying to keep that tongue inside himself.

Emanuel pulled back and then replaced his tongue with an oiled finger, then as Jake didn't cry out, added another, and searched for that sweet spot within Jake.

He found it. Jake cried out in bliss, and Emanuel grinning, rubbed his fingers in and out and in and out again, working that ass until Jake was whimpering for something bigger.

Emanuel paid Jake no mind but added a third digit. Jake went wild, and Emanuel move his hand to a near stop, moving just enough to keep Jake on the very edge. By now Emanuel was so hard he could not see straight, much less think straight. But he pulled back and then turned Jake over, getting up onto the bench and straddling him, so that they sat cock to cock and balls on balls. He nearly climaxed then.

Jake looked at the two huge cocks rubbing together an gasped. "Your nearly as big as me. That is beautiful, Emanuel." He wrapped both his hands around their cocks and held them together.

Emanuel nearly climaxed again just from feeling another cock up against his own. And then Jake began to stroke them both together, both his oil slicked hands sliding up and back on both cocks. But he slowed when Emanuel's body jerked and strained, obviously brought right to the edge.

"I need your cock to massage my prostate, Emanuel. Please, put it in me," Jake begged.

Emanuel sobbed, "My wife..." Emanuel gasped, protesting weakly.

"Just a massage your just using hat big hard fucking cock t do it.. Please." Jake cried.

Emanuel couldn't resist. He got up off the massage table, grabbed a condom out of the cabinet, fumbling feverishly to get the package off, and roll the condom up onto his pounding cock. Then he walked around and pulled Jake down to the end and lifted his legs up over his shoulders. He lubed up his cock and slowly pressed it against the ring of that tight sphincter, pressing in. After a moment, his cock head snapped inside the gate."

Jake gasped, Ohhh fuck, yes, please fuck, I mean massage me."'

"Fuck the massage, i am fucking you," Emanuel growled unable to hide from what he was doing a moment longer." he said and Jake laughed breathlessly,

Emanuel gave a couple of breathless laughs him-self, but then he thrust his way in. Jake gripped the massage table as Emanuel's long thick cock went home. He pulled back, to the tip, his cock rubbing that oh so sweet spot inside Jake, and then shoved it in again.

Jake's ass was incredible, tight, and muscular, hugging him and squeezing him lovingly, Emanuel had never felt anything like it, and he knew he would come soon, it felt so very good. So hot, so deliciously sexy.

And Jake was going crazy too, as that cock drove home hitting him where bliss built, over and over driving him toward that hot little incredibly intense peek of pleasure waited. Then just when it seemed he would explode literally, his body shaking with the need to break through that tight tight point of resistance, he did, his cock bursting up against Emanuel's chest and over his own, spurting up past his own face onto the massage table beyond.

He howled out a rasping tight throat-ed "Fuuuuuuuck!

Emanuel did not know how he had lasted that long. The energy he had thrown into his thrusts had distracted his mind just enough from falling over that peek. His body twitched and spammed with the need to cum as he fucked, his balls swinging against Jake's rear. But when he heard that howl he was lost. He felt the first spurt rocket out of his cock and then the next, his legs giving out so he had to brace himself on the massage table as he kept cumming and Jake's ass kept milking taking every drop from him.

He collapsed onto Jake breathing hard, kissing Jake's chest, his nipples his neck.

"Oh Jake, I cheated on her," he sobbed.

Jake was panting too, but his hands on his back patted him, trying to comfort him.

Emanuel's sobs turned into chuckles. "But fuck it, I can't resist you. I guess I am gay, hunh?"

Jake snorted, still out of breath, but calming. "Labeling sex makes no sense to me. Maybe you prefer men, who knows? Only you can figure that out, but what if you do? So what? As long as you love your wife and want to be with her... hey I;m not telling. I like your massage technique way way too much. Can I come back for more?"

"Any time, Jake. Any time." Emanuel said and they exchanged a long sweet kiss.