Gay Erotic Stories

I walk to the front of school, my dark brown curly hair remaining pretty much untouched by the wind. It's really thick, and I usually gel it. My green eyes strain against the fog, trying to catch a sight of the car that's taking my home. "Shit!" I yell as I watch my ride pull away from the curb. Ah well. There's not that much way to walk, I suppose. I mean I only live like, a half mile from school. But walking sucks you know. I'm just about to leave when a hand grabs my shoulder. "Hey," Chris says. "Need a ride?" I of course accept... who could ay no to those blue eyes, right? So, we're in his car, talking of this and that. I change the subject, rather skillfully, I think, to the party we were at the earlier weekend. "Geez, Chris, you are like, the most amazing dancer. Emma couldn't keep her hands off you... and as for your hands... I mean, how can you be so damn sexy?" I laugh, he thinks I'm just complimenting. He has no idea that I REALLY mean what I say. "Could you give me sexy lessons?" "Sexy lessons?" Chris responds, with a raise of his eyebrow. "Yea, sexy lessons. Like, to be sexy." "Okay, yea, sure." He laughs, and begins his lesson. "First things first, if you're attracted to someone, and you think they want you, just touch her anywhere you want to." "And," I gulp, catching my breath, trying to sound non-chalant, "if that someone's a guy?" "Well, then touch him wherever you want." He takes it in stride, doesn't think anything of it. "Oh," I reply, and we ride in silence for a while. "Well?" he asks. "Well what?" "I'm waiting. " "For what?" "For you to touch me." I look at him, and I instantly know he’s serious. I slowly reach over to put my hand on his knee. I slid it up his thigh, reaching his cock, which I can tell is hard, straining against the denim of his pants. "Take it out." I do, and his cock springs out of its Levi's prison. I lean down and lick the head slowly, my tongue flicking out of my mouth. I swirl it around his cockhead for a little while, before I slowly slide it, inch by inch, into my mouth. "Fuck, yea, dude, that's it." He takes a hand off the steering wheel and puts it on my head, guiding me down his shaft. I slide my other hand under him, squeezing his ass while my head bobs up and down on his rod. He starts thrusting as he drives, his hips sliding up and down, his cock entering and exiting my mouth faster and faster. I hear a fleshy slap as his balls bounce off my chin. "Shit, dude, I'm gonna cum. You want it?" My only response is a moan, and he lets loose with one final thrust into my mouth, as jets of cum stream down my throat. I flop back into my own seat as we pull up to my house. He puts his cock away. "Lesson two tomorrow, Justin." I just wipe my mouth, and grin. THE END