Gay Sex Stories: The Kinky Erotica Collection

By Bryan Carter

The best gay erotica collection to read in the privacy of your own home. Steamy sex stories, a collection of the best, most famous gay erotica you can find anywhere. Muscle men, small men, experienced men, first-time sexual encounters, large penises, small penises, one sexual partner, multiple sexual partners, this book has it all, in a wide variety of stories designed to make you rock hard.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312087613

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Gay Sex Stories: The Kinky Erotica Collection

Gay Sex Stories:  The Kinky Erotica Collection

© 2014 Bryan Carter ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

ISBN: 978-1-312-08761-3

The Hulk of a Handyman

I called the construction company almost three weeks ago to schedule a handyman for this weekend. The office manager had asked me how big a condo I had and I told her that I was moving from a one bedroom in a third floor walkup to a condo in the same neighborhood that was in a second floor walkup. Neither place had an elevator, unfortunately. I had a lot of boxes and heavy furniture to deal with as well. This included a 500 pound grandfather clock.

I had almost considered getting a company that specialized in large clocks, because I remembered that it had almost been a disaster getting it up to my current place. The movers had almost dropped it on the stairs because it was so heavy. She took down the info, and said that a truck would be there at 9 am Saturday morning.  Perfect.

At 9:00 sharp the downstairs buzzer rang and I went down to let the guys in. Waiting outside on the stoop was an giant, GIANT man. He practically blocked out the light from coming in the double door's glass windows that were over 7' high. He must have been at least 6'8 and three feet wide. I opened the door and he said, You must be Ray. I'm Harvey."

I craned my neck to look up at his face. He had a thick, dark moustache and scraggly long black hair. His eyes were deep dark brown, capped by thick eyebrows. I quickly ran my eyes over his body, which was unbelievable. You just don’t see guys that big, anywhere.

His shoulders jutted out from either side of a neck as thick as my thighs. A huge chest pushed out in front of him, barely contained by a work shirt with the arms ripped out at the shoulders. His arms were pushed out at a slight angle from his body because his muscles were incredibly wide. And his arms, resting at his side, were probably as big around as my waist. His waist was narrow, and then beneath his slim hips his thighs flared out in bulges of muscle that stretched the material of his pants. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a thick mat of dense, black hair. I saw that in one hand he had some thick leather straps, in the other a few cloth mats for padding the furniture.

Hi, nice to meet you, I said. I'm upstairs.

Let's see the lay of the land, and then I'll figure out what to start moving down first, he said.

We started up the stairs and I showed him the apartment, filled with boxes amid the furniture. I pointed out the clock and said, That was a real problem to move in here. I hope that you and the other guys can manage it.

Oh, I'm working this job myself, he said.

What? What are you talking about? I asked indignantly. How am I going to get moved out today if the other guys haven't shown up yet?

That's what I'm telling you. I'm gonna move you by myself today.  Trust me  I can do it.

I went into the bedroom and started looking for the phone number of the moving company. This was obviously NOT going to work. I knew that they were a small, inexpensive company, but I didn't want this to be a days-long move. While I was searching through a pile of papers on the dresser, Harvey dropped the mats and started wrapping some of the straps around the clock.

I found the number and started dialing. As it started ringing, Harvey crouched down a little, grabbed onto the straps, and hoisted the clock onto his back, effortlessly. I heard him walking down the steps with it when a voice on the other end said, Hello?

Umm, this is Ray at 10th Avenue. I, uh, just wanted to let you know that the mover got here on time, I said, and then hung up. I ran to the window and saw Harvey walk up the ramp into the truck, the clock on his back. A few minutes later he was returning.

When he came back in he smiled and said, See, no problem. Hmm, I guess this should go next. He walked over to the sofa, tossed the cushions aside, and bent down to pick it up. He threw it over one shoulder and steadied it with one hand. Then he picked up an easy chair with the other hand and started down the stairs again, the chair held straight out in front of him to clear the banisters.

By now my astonishment had given way to lust. My cock was stiff in my pants as I began to realize the power in this guy's muscles. Harvey came back and picked up a carton of books, piled it onto another, then piled those onto two cartons of records. I had had to drag each box along the floor after it was filled, they were so heavy, and here he was picking up all four at once. I don't want to pile them too high, because they might tip over, he said.

When he returned he said, You might want to wait down by the truck, just to make sure no on runs off with anything. Oh, this should go in next, and he picked up the platform for my double bed.

I followed him downstairs and watched as he quickly emptied the rest of the apartment. He would strap six or seven boxes together, bringing them down on his broad back as if they hardly weighed anything. His arms flexed with the effort, and he was starting to breathe a little more heavily, but it was still incredible that he could do all of this by himself.

Well, that seems to be it, he said to me. I locked up the apartment and left the keys with one of the neighbors. Harvey got in behind the wheel and I climbed into the cab alongside him.

HOW did you ever get so strong? I asked him.

He chuckled as he started up the engine. I was always a strong guy. I remember in elementary school we had to do the physical fitness tests and to pass" you had to do 20 chin ups. I did 20, and then I did 20 with each arm. My dad worked out, and I started working out with him.

Pretty soon I could lift more than the old man. I was benching over 420 by the time I was 16. I just kept on working at it, because I really liked being the strongest guy around.

Yeah, well it's really impressive, I said, my mouth dry from how excited I was. You put on quite a show for me just then.

He turned and smiled and said, Well, the second act is coming up now. And maybe we'll have a big bang for the grand finale. How much do you think I bench now?

Six hundred pounds? I guessed.

Harvey laughed. Haven't you been watching me in action? I bench 925 pounds for 10 reps. Pretty soon I'm going to up the weight to 1000 pounds. Do you realize that that's half a ton? I've got to have special weights made for me, I'm so strong. Half a ton flying through the air, pushing up from these giant pecs!

I felt lightheaded just listening to him talk about it.

We pulled up to the new apartment and I went up and unlocked the doors. Harvey was already busy, unloading stuff from the truck onto the sidewalk. Now I was treated to another display of his awesome strength. At one point as he was bending down to lift up a stack of boxes, Harvey's shirt started to rip along the seam under one arm.

Shit, he said, unbuttoned it, pulled it off, and threw it into the truck's cab. His huge hairy torso was now revealed to me. His mountainous hairy pecs thrust out over a washboard stomach of tightly ridged muscles. I could feel that my underwear was wet from all the pre-cum I had been leaking. In what seemed like no time, the truck was empty and everything had been brought up the stairs.

Well, that seems like it, Harvey said.

There's more that you could do for me, I said. Why don't you flex those powerful muscles for me?

Harvey was quick to oblige. The first thing he did was flex his right arm. The biceps blasted upward in a hard mountain of muscle. He was pumped from all his exertions as if he had been working out in the gym. The veins in his arms snaked all over his muscles. He brought up the left arm and treated me to an awesome double biceps display. Harvey's arms must have been 30 inches around! He put his hands behind his head and scrunched his abs into tight relief. I started unzipping my pants, my cock so hard that it hurt to have it confined in my jeans. Harvey kept out grinding the poses.

Yeah, you saw this muscleman do his thing. You know how strong I am, he said.

He laughed at my reaction.  You seem to want to see more of this muscle body.

Yeah, its interesting.  Definitely show me more if you don’t mind. I answered.

Here, look at this! Harvey cried as he crunched out a most muscular pose. Sinews and veins burst out from the giant muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders. My cock was pushing out from my briefs, the whole front of my underwear wet from pre-cum.

You can feel it if you want to! Harvey said, laughing. Go on, I’m used to it.

I went up to him and put my hands on his huge biceps.

SHIT! IT'S LIKE GROPING ROCKS! I screamed. I never dreamed that anyone's body could feel that hard.

Harvey saw my bulge, thought for a moment, and quickly unbuttoned his pants.  He stripped out of them and his underwear.

You can see I am ripped from head to toe. he said. WHAT ABOUT IT!

His dick was at least 11 inches long, and amazingly thick. The piss-slit was wet with pre-cum as the monster dong throbbed