Gay Erotic Stories

I have had gay feelings since I can remember, but never acted on them with any of my students in the ten years I have taught. It was a very difficult school term the year Ben was in my English class. I couldn't keep my eyes off him and tried to picture what he looked like naked. I would often have to sit at my desk to hide the erection I would get when he was there. The seating arrangement I developed placed him right in front of my desk. The way he stretched out his legs and opened them gave me many opportunities to see that he had ample equipment between them. A few times I noticed he had a boner that would stretch down his leg. I could even see that he was circumcised. The head of his dick seemed larger than the shaft and he would often reach down and rub it through his pants.

Somehow, I got through the school year without anyone finding out I was gay and had these strong feelings for Ben. It took a lot of will power and many jack off sessions to keep my erotic thoughts in control. I was actually relieved when the last day of school came and he was out of my class. I didn't see much of him after that, but the times I did, the feelings would come back and I would get excited all over again. He finally graduated and went on to college.

I thought I had seen the last of Ben, but during his freshman year of college, I got an unexpected phone call from him. He was now eighteen and was having trouble in his English class. He asked me if I would have the time to tutor him on weekends. I was shaking inside and wanted to refuse, but my hormones took over and I agreed to meet with him the following weekend at my house.

When Saturday finally came and he arrived, I noticed how he had developed into a really great-looking young man. He was even more handsome than he had been in high school and his body had become more defined. He wore shorts and a tank top, which started the familiar stirring in my groin. It took all I had to keep my hands off him, but I was able to control myself and not let my true feelings show. The tutoring session went well, although I had trouble concentrating with him so close to me. When it came time to stop, we decided to meet again on Sunday afternoon.

The situation was similar the next day: me trying to help him with his schoolwork while trying to keep my eyes off his legs and what was between them and him attempting to listen to all I was telling him. He would get up from the table sometimes and walk around the room, which gave me the chance to check out his body even better. I got harder when he turned around and I got to look at his ass. It was so well shaped and his shorts clung to his cheeks, giving me the perfect view. I was already looking forward to the next weekend so I could see him again.

The next few sessions were not too different than the first, but then things changed. He didn't seem to be paying as much attention to my tutoring as he had been at first. I was becoming very frustrated with the way I had to keep after him to keep him on track.

Finally, during one session, which really was going badly, I told him if he didn't get with it I would have to put him over my knee and spank him. I had said it as a joke, but the look in his eyes told me he didn't take it that way. I couldn't help looking down between his legs as he stretched them out the way he did a few years ago in my class. There was his cock running down his leg, hard and longer than it had been when he was sixteen. The head was sticking out of the leg opening, covered only by the thin cotton of his briefs. He noticed me looking at it and rubbed his hand over it. Our eyes met and he smiled at me with those blue eyes that had attracted me to him the first time I had seen him.

He started questioning me about spanking. He wanted to know if I had ever spanked anyone and how I did it. I decided this was my only chance to get what I had wanted for so long, so I told him about a few spanking experiences I had had with guys. He wanted every detail and as I told him his hand again went to his cock but stayed there and rubbed up and down the entire length. He could see that I was watching his actions, but didn't seem to mind.

After listening to my stories about spanking, Ben told me he thought maybe he did need to be spanked across my knees so that he would see that he was headed down the wrong path and needed to be straightened out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing was real, but I took his hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the drapes, sat on my bed and motioned for him to come to me. He walked over to me and stood right in front of me. I told him to drop his shorts and lay over my lap. As he unsnapped them and pulled down the zipper, I could feel my own cock straining against my pants and didn't try to conceal it, hoping he would see it. Instead of letting his shorts fall down around his ankles, he stepped out of them and kicked them away. Seeing him standing there in his white briefs was a fantasy I had dreamed about many times before, but never thought would come true.

Ben lay across my legs and positioned himself so that his hands were touching the floor and his ass was directly in front of me. I could feel his boner against my leg and I knew he could feel mine pressing into his stomach. I put my hands on him and ran them over his asscheeks and thought I heard a moan come from him. I raised my hand in the air and brought it down hard on his ass. He yelled out, but did not attempt to get up. After several more hard slaps, I stopped, but left my hand on his ass. I could feel the warmth through his briefs. I took hold of his briefs and pulled them down over his ass. His cheeks were red from the spanking I had given him. I ran my hand gently over them and he moaned again. I told him to stand up and take off the rest of his clothes so I could spank him naked. He did as I said and I watched him remove his shirt, shoes and socks. He stood in front of me and let me look at his body. His muscular chest had a light covering of hair and his nipples stood out hard and erect. His stomach was flat and hard and his belly button was the only thing that stood out.

As my eyes traveled lower, I saw his pubic hair. It was a little darker than the hair on his head. His dick stood straight out from his bush and his balls hung low in their sac. There was a drop of pre-cum on his pisshole and I reached out and took it on my finger and then brought it to my mouth and licked it off with my tongue. The head of his cock was uncovered and wider than the shaft as I had thought. I put my hand around his dick and moved it back and forth a few times. He moved his body in rhythm with my hand movements and soon more pre-cum was coming out and I used it as lubricant to make my hand move easier. I could tell he was getting close, so I stopped and told him to get across my lap again. He told me it would be better if I got naked too. I stood up and let him watch me undress. I'm in pretty good shape myself for a thirty-five-year-old man. Of course, the workouts at the gym helped. His cock was bigger than mine, but the way he looked at mine made it seem to grow larger.

I sat back down on my bed and he took his position across my knees. The feeling of our bare skin touching was almost more than I could take. Our dicks touched and he pushed himself into me so that they could rub together. I started to spank him again and this time I hit him harder than I had before. Soon he was screaming and begging me to stop, but again made no attempt to get away from me. I could feel his dick go soft under me. I spanked till my arm was too tired to continue. His ass was very red and hot to the touch. I stopped, but told him to stay where he was. I rubbed his ass and let the side of my hand rub between his cheeks. He spread his legs further apart so I could get in there better. I spread his cheeks apart and looked at his asshole. I ran my finger over the wrinkled lips and pushed it in a little. His asshole closed around the tip of my finger and seemed to suck it in. He told me to put my finger further in him. I pushed a little more and it went all the way in. The feeling of my finger in Ben's ass was better than I had ever imagined back when he was only sixteen sitting in front of my desk in that high school English class. I pushed my finger in and out of his hole and could feel it relax. I took my finger out of him and replaced it with two fingers. They went in easily and I fucked his ass with my fingers for a long time.

Ben's boner had returned from all the finger action I was giving him and he turned his head, looked at me and asked me stick my cock in his ass instead of my fingers. He got up and lay across my bed. I crawled up between his legs and lifted them up on my shoulders. I reached for his cock and started to jack him off again as I was pushing my cock inside him. The head of my cock went in him easily, but I had to push harder for the rest of it to go in. When it was all the way inside his ass, I started to move it in and out slowly at first but then went faster and faster.

I knew I was going to shoot and could tell from the way his balls moved up in their sac as I jacked him that he was too. I came inside him and at the same time he shot his load. I pulled out of his ass and moved up next to him, taking him in my arms. Our lips met, then our tongues in a deep passionate kiss. We lay there a long time and talked. He told me he knew I was interested in him back in high school. He had the same feelings for me too. He knew neither of us could act on those feelings then, but now it was all right.

We agreed to continue the tutoring and the relationship each weekend.