Gay Erotic Stories

I'll bet you figure because I spend a lot of time at school after hours that I'm a very serious student. That couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just that I can't get a ride home until later on, so I'm sort of forced to spend the extra time. Six weeks past my eighteenth birthday, I'm certainly capable of driving myself home but there's this little problem with my driver's license having been suspended because of three too many DUI's. Okay, I was dumb to do it, but even dumber to get caught. There's something about the trill of it that makes the risk of getting caught all the more exciting. Take Paulo for instance. The first day I saw him I couldn't believe it. He came walking down the hallway from the opposite end of the building and I headed straight for him, fully intending to turn down which- ever hallway he turned down. He was the latest in the long line of Hispanic custodians we'd gone through at our school. Some of them lasted a couple of months and others were gone within a week--for parts unknown (perhaps back to Mexico). He didn't turn down any hallway though, heading straight in my direction and with each step we took toward one another I got more and more excited. Oh shit, he looked fantastic! His shirt was open to about mid-chest (it was a warm day) and I could see a thick blanket of silky black hair coating his entire chest (at least the part that showed). We met right in front of the administration office and he gave me a polite nod of respect. He had to notice that my cock was hard as a rock and snaking half-way down the left leg of my blue-jeans. I certainly noticed, as we got closer and closer, how muscular and thick his bronze colored arms were. They were likewise coated with silky black hair and I couldn't help but wonder if this hunky janitor was as hairy all over as I was first inclined to believe. He needed a shave! Hell, it looked like he had a weeks' worth of whisker growth, but something told me it was probably only a couple of days. The stark contrast between his rough-bearded face and the brilliant white of his teeth just excited me all the more. I waited until we'd passed one another and then I turned to look at his backside. Oh damn, he looked almost as good from behind, with his khaki uniform pants pulled tight over what appeared to be a very muscular butt. Naturally, being turned on by the hairy front side of him I couldn't help but wonder if his ass was as densely and darkly coated as the rest of what I'd seen so far. I realized I was staring and all of a sudden he turned back my direction, catching me staring at him. Damn, I'd been caught! But the risk was worth it. Twenty minutes later I wandered the hallways wondering where he might be. The name embroidered into his uniform shirt said his name was Paulo, and I even went to the custodians office to see which area of the building he was assigned to. There, over the head custodians desk, on a big Formica board were the names of the various evening workers (evening shift beginning right at the end of school) and where the were working. I took note of the fact that Paulo was in the West wing of the building so that's where I headed. What luck! That was the least busy part of the building at this time of day. I found a cart parked in front of one of the restrooms and decided to try my luck. I opened the door and waltzed in, only to discover that it was empty. That meant he must've been doing the girls restroom right next to the guys one. I went to the stall and waited. It didn't take long before I heard the door open and I put my eyes to the slit where the door to the stall latches closed. Through that crack I could see Paulo enter the john, pulling a bucket on wheels behind him. I waited for a while, then decided to make my move. I pulled my cock out of my pants and started stroking it, not that it needed much encouragement to reach it's full 11 inches. No, from the moment I'd first seen this hot Hispanic guy, my nearly foot-long dick was at it's full extension. I started moaning and grunting and heard him say something in Spanish. I barely passed first year Spanish and didn't come close second year, but I knew he was asking if I was okay. I didn't say anything, waited for him to come closer. I hadn't bothered to latch the door to the stall so it was very easy for him to come over and just push it open. "Whoa!" I said, pretending to be surprised as I stroked my dick right there in front of him. I put on the act of being embarrassed and tried to stuff my huge erection back into my jeans. "No!" he said, stepping into the stall with me and putting his hand right on my hugely swollen organ. He grinned at me and we kissed, long and hard while he wrapped his hand around my big boner (well as far as he could reach around it). I went to work on his shirt, damned near ripping the buttons off so that I could get to his hairy muscular chest. Oh shit, the amount that had been visible through the open buttons was only a tiny amount of the massive forest of fur that Paulo had, and I went practically crazy running my hands through the thick mat. His cock wasn't as big as mine, and it was uncut, something that I find really arousing. I sat down on the toilet and waited for him to walk forward, presenting his sheathed dick to me. Pulling back the heavy fore- skin I touched my tongue to the cheesy tip of his already oozing cock-head and lapped up the pearly droplets. He didn't last long once I went to work with my talented mouth on him. He said something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but I knew it meant he was going to explode into my mouth. I started to swallow as hard and fast as I could to get every precious drop of it and nearly did just that. Only a few dribbles fell onto the floor of the stall beneath us. Again he said something in Spanish that I couldn't remember if I had to, but I knew he was asking to be fucked. He pulled his uniform pants the rest of the way down and turned to face the sink, bending over and spreading his hairy ass-cheeks as wide as he could. He'd seen how big I was and knew he was going to have to open wide to accommodate everything I had to give him. I looked at the two of us in the mirror over the sink and liked what I saw -- my huge hard cock ramming in and out of his greasy, hairy ass- hole while his reflection in the mirror showed me that he'd never been fucked quite so well as I was doing it that afternoon. We should've thought to lock the door from the inside at least, not that a locked bathroom door would stop the principal from using his master key. Suddenly I looked up and there he was. In the mirror I could see him enter the room just as I exploded my load up Paulo's furry ass-chute. I tried to stop it, but it was too late, and Paulo screamed out in delight as each of the jets of my eruption splattered way up into his rectum. There's only one person who would've been worse to catch me than my principal and that was my dad. Unfortunately, in my case, those two are the same person. Yeah, that's why I stick around late every day after school....so I can catch a ride home with my father after whatever meeting he might have. Paulo set a new record for the school, dismissed after only 2 hours on the job. My dad hasn't mentioned the incident since it happened, but I can still recall the look on his face (and the bulge in his pants) when he walked in and caught me fucking the extremely hairy Paulo Martinez.