Gay Erotic Stories

The complete beginning part of this story is erotic romance. After you read it, you can read what happens if you want to, but for ll of you sitting there, rubbing your cock, that part probably won't be liked. I am 24 years old and a teacher at Grace Meadows High School in Pine Hills, New Jersey. I taught History for 11th and 12th graders. It's September. School is open again. (My fetishes being Socks and Underwear, both will pop up later) I have received a promotion, including a private office as head of the history dep't. Usually, there were some good looking students I would have minded some fun with, but I am a teacher, and if they refused there would be embarrassment, possible job loss, you know the whole bit. This year I met my classes and saw who was in them. No one I particularly lustful over . Finally came last period. I saw him : A Sexy Face and Body, in a white shirt revealing all his muscles , his hot chest. Golden Blonde Hair, beautiful blue eyes and a butt I just wanted to feel all over. But I was out of luck, since he was with a girl his own age. I guessed any girl in the school would be dying to go out with him. Even his name was sexy - Brandon (last name has been omitted, as many other details) He sat down, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was wearing a pair new Nikes, white crew socks and a pair of Dockers shorts with that white shirt. Anyway, I sighed with sadness, I would just have to fantasize. I never , in fact, got to talk to him personally. Months went by, and I tried to forget him, but I couldn't. I guess at this time he was 18. It was after school . I was clearing up and picking up some marked tests. As I went out the back door, there I saw him. He and his friend. Well, his friend just ran off. I saw what was in his hand. It looked and smelled like beer, and I knew he had been drinking. He was drunk out of his mind. I got the thought in my mind. I took him inside. Lucky for me the teachers had mostly gone home, and my room was right next to the door. I rushed him in, and into the office. I locked him lying on the office floor. I went into the hallway, and bumped into Principal Williams. I told him I had so many things to do I would have to be here longer than expected. He believed me. So, he told me he had locked the main doors, and asked me to shut out the lights and lock up the last door as I left. I couldn't believe it! I had the school to myself. I waited for him to pull away. I had sometimes stayed last before, but never had the nerve to do this. I got out my camera (you'll find out why) I found a bottle of gin in one of the teachers lockers, to make sure this kid had no idea what was going on, but just enough for my needs. I decided to take him into the cafeteria. There were a couple of tables left. I sat down on the table and took off my black slacks and black CK boxer briefs. I was left in my shirt and tie, with my black socks and wingtips. I put my feet down on the seat and laid down at an angle. I told him to suck. He didn't seem to mind. He put his warm mouth over my cock, and in a second I sprung to the full 7.5 inches. He started sucking back and forth slowly. I put my hands through his hair. I gripped my hands on his neck and guided him lightly. It was sow, but great! I felt the orgasm building up slowly and slowly. The hot feel of his mouth, his saliva covering my cock. I thought I should tell him to speed it up, but instead I laid back and enjoyed the pleasure. minutes went by. Finally, he started sucking a bit faster, and that was all it took. At that instant, I started shooting hot cum, load after load, I hadn't ever shot so much in my life. It just kept on going until I was exhausted. Brandon slurped down all of it without realizing it. I gave him a bit more or Gin. There were cum stains on the table, so I decided to go somewhere else. We went into the principal's office. I placed Brandon down on the ground . This time I took my shirt and tie off , too, leaving only my black socks , wingtips and CK black boxer briefs. I stripped off his T-shirt and Dockers, and Nikes. I left him in a pair of flannel boxers and white crews. I started rubbing his crotch, and putting my hand through his hair. I put the soles of feet to my face, smelling all the sweat and loving it. I pulled off the boxers. I played with his beautiful piece of meat. It was about 6.5' . I wanted to pleasure him, now. I sucked so slowly, he moaned and groaned, I assumed this was his first blow job. I swirled my tongue around his cock head. In about the same amount of time, he was building up. I started sucking really fast and he instantly shot load after load of cum on my throat. I licked his cock clean. I kissed him. We made out for a bit of time, rubbing our bodies together. I looked at the clock. It was time to go. So I took his white crews, put them on my feet, and slipped on his boxers. I slipped my CK's onto him, and my black socks onto his feet. I clothed him, gave him a bit more to drink, and put the bottle away. I quickly locked up. I left him in the field. I figured he'd be sober soon, but it got some breath spray for him from the car. By the time he would come to , I was way out of there. He wouldn't remember much, but I'd have something to jog his memory. A few weeks after, I was staying after again. He was after school for football practice, on his way home. I asked him to step into my office, and showed him the photos. He seemed not too shocked. I told him that drinking on school grounds is illegal, and told him that he would have to agree to my demands if he wants to be protected. Reluctantly, he agreed. We had weekly "meetings" sometimes they were at my place, sometimes after school. Every week he had to give me his socks and underwear, and he had to take home mine. He sucked me off, I gave him some ass play, we kissed, sometimes we even talked. We grew closer . He didn't act as if this was something he wished he didn't have to do. We kissed and went places together. Going On But, unfortunately, the school year ended. I told him he had an A, and could leave, and I kissed him when he told me he didn't want to. In July, we took a month's trip to San Diego, San Francisco and Los Angeles. We had fun, we shot cum all over the hotel beds. We had hot action everyday. We pledged ourselves to only each other. He gave me his number as he went to college. I tutored him often, and he liked that. We kept the relationship going, like doing it in the locker room. He graduated. It was our 6th year together. We took positions in Miami. We spent 4 years their, totaling up our 10th anniversary together. I was, at this time, about 33, moving on to 34 soon. He was still young, 26 or 27. Finally, I came home one day early. I heard noise from outside. I walked in on him and two friends. One of them was sucking his fat cock. The other one had his cock shoved up his ass. I just watched, they didn't even notice. They all shot their cum over each other. I wasn't even hard, just purely disgusted. They looked at me in shock, the two took their clothes and left. Brandon told me he needed a variety, and I told him I was too old for this stuff. I didn't want to go from cock to cock, by the day , so I left. I applied for a university teaching position. I was looking for a commitment. I went back to the old life, but I just gave up. I didn't feel like sucking or being sucked, fucking or being fucked, nothing could satisfy me. Finally, I got a call from one of my old school mate's and "friend" who was living up here in NYC. We met, he was pretty hot, maybe something new will happen?