Gay Erotic Stories

Tom and I were in the final year of high school. We had both turned eighteen, and we were feeling graduation gladness in the bones. Through twelve years of education, we were always in the same school, usually in most classes together, and we were two boys that never found ourselves "in the office" for misbehavior. Because of our proper behavior, we had never been in trouble of any kind. That was about to change on a spring day just a few weeks before graduation. You would think Tom and I (my name is Ryan) shared everything. Well, we almost did except for one important thing to me. Tom never shared his cock with me, and I wanted it badly! Reading between the lines, you probably conclude that Tom was straight and I was gay. If so, you are exactly right. For years, Tom had been fucking the girls, and for years I had wanted to suck him. The opportunity was soon to come. It was 5th period. The class was boring economics. Tom and I sat next to each other. He thought I sat next to him because of friendship. In reality, I sat next to him to admire that bulge in his jeans. I guess my guard was down one day, and Tom saw me looking at that bulge with "wanting eyes." He had just told me before class that he was horny for lack of any good fucks for the past several weeks. When he saw me looking at his cock, he smiled and ran his hand between his legs. He began to rub that instrument, and I just waited to see it rise. It did just that, as best it can in a tight pair of jeans. Tom leaned over across the aisle and whispered to me, "Would you like to have some of this?" I almost died. I wanted to yell, "Hell yes." But I resisted the temptation and simply smiled. He began writing something on his notebook paper. For the life of me, I couldn't read what he was writing, and I was about to die to get my hands on that piece of paper. I wanted my hands on that paper just about as bad as I wanted my hands around his cock. He passed it over to me. It read very simply: "Let's me and you get into trouble in this class. The teacher will take up in the hall. You know she always gives people a choice if they misbehave - either a paddling or a trip to the office. Let's take the paddling. If you laugh at it, you'll be sucking my dick this afternoon. Okay?" I just nodded my head. I would do anything to get hold of that damn tube in his pants. After all, I had waited for years for this moment, and I wasn't about to let it pass me by. We both began to cut up like damn fools. We received the usual warnings, but we paid no attention to them. The fellow classmates thought we were on some kind of dope. Finally, and I thought the teacher would never say it but she did, " Tom and Ryan, get in that hall and wait for me." We just strolled into the hall, waiting for the action to start. Everything went just as planned. We had seen too many other students face this same situation, not to know what was going to happen. After the lecture and the usual crap teachers say, we told her we wanted the paddling. When she went back inside the room to get the "board of education" from the top desk drawer, I already had precum on my cock just thinking about what I would be doing shortly. As you can picture, she told me to turn, face the wall, put my hands on the wall, and assume the position. Before I knew it, three swats landed on my ass in rapid-fire succession. I did what I had to do. I laughed, and Tom began rubbing that cock. Tom took his three like a man, and we proceeded back into the room to the utter surprise of everyone in the class. When we got back to our seats, Tom passed me another note that simply read: "Hall three restroom. After class." I wasn't even going to have to wait for my dream to come true. True to his word, Tom there in the back stall. And true to my word and want, I sucked his cock like a vacuum cleaner. I received many graduation gifts in the coming weeks, but nothing like the one Tom gave me in the hall three, restroom.