Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter One Ian had long, jaw length blonde hair. He had blue eyes, and stood about 5'7". He was about 18 and was the most popular boy in school. He was talking to some friends in the locker room, who soon dispersed to their third period classes when the bell rang, leaving Ian and I, still dressing, in the locker room. I would continuously glance over at him. Today, he was wearing a skin tight chartreuse long sleeve shirt with a pair of baggy Levi's. He also wore a rugged, worn out pair of Airwalk's. My dick stirred in my baggy County Seat jeans. I was wearing my favorite shirt today. It was light blue on the top and dark blue on the bottom, separated by a one yellow line and one green line. It was long sleeved. I looked at him and saw he was looking at me. I quickly looked away. "Hey?" he called, pulling his shirt over his head. I caught a glimpse of his rock hard abdominals and his flannel boxers. I loved it when cute boys sagged. "Me?" "You're the only one in here, 'aint ch'ya?" "Well, yeah." He walked over to me. "Hi, my names Ian." "Yeah. I'm Tucker." "Hi, Tucker. What's say you and me go skip 3rd. It sucks anyway." He was right. Geometry with Mr. Mackenzie did suck. "Sure." We were walking around, lucky for us, we rarely have people roaming the halls during class period. We began our trek down the science wing. Twelve rooms and only one was occupied, the other classes had all been moved to the new building. Ian strolled by the doors on one side, flipping the handles. Finally, he found what he was hoping for. One of the doors was hanging open. "C'mon." "Okay." I said. Inside, the room was dusty. A few desks, and eight lab tables. All the windows shades were closed and Ian looked around, pleased. "Tucker...there's something I have to tell you." he said this while walking over to a lab table and hopping up on it. He swung his legs back and forth. "Yeah?" I said, leaning on the table right in front of him. "I...I like you." "Well, Ian, I like you, too." "No, you don't understand...I mean, I really LIKE you!" "You mean...?" "Yes, Tucker, I love you." "Oh, my God...I don't believe it...I mean, I've had a crush on you since eighth grade..." "Good." Ian said, hopping down and walking toward me. He outstretched his arms. We embraced. I rubbed my hands over his back and worked my way to his buttocks. I cupped his ass in my hands and gently massaged them. Ian moaned. He stepped away and looked at me, then began to undo his belt. "Nu-uh," I said, stepping forward. "That's my job." I slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and undid his zipper. I pulled his pants down to his ankles. His hairless legs stared at me. There was a tent in his flannel boxers. This pleased me. I licked the tent, his dick flopped up then down. Then, I pulled down his boxers. I wasn't a big fan of boxers, I liked the boxers/brief ones--Gold Series by FTL. Anyway, he had a tuft of blonde hair above his 5 inch cock. "Lemme taste it, Ian. Please." He nodded his head. I took his now 7 inch member into my mouth, so far it touched the back of my throat. My head was bobbing up and down. I looked up at him, then I stopped. I got up, took the band holding his hair in a ponytail out of his hair, letting his golden locks fall down back to their home around his jaw. "Ian, take off your shirt, please." Ian did, letting me see his hard abs and firm nipples. I ran my tongue down his chest, flicking it around his nipples, then, leaving a trail of saliva behind me, made my way down to his cock. His chest was hairless--a real turn on. I was not a fan of hair, either. I took his swollen cock in my mouth again, sucking harder and harder. I would occasionally bite his head. Not hard, mind you, but enough to make him shiver. "You like that?" I asked, he nodded, his eyes were squinted shut. I continued to suck until his butt tightened, his balls drew up, and he blew his wad in my mouth. Ian was moaning loud, making me twice as horny. I stood up and we kissed. "Tucker, I'm having a birthday party in a few days, I'll be 18. Would you come, please?" he asked, still naked. I placed my hand on his chest (over his nipple) and kissed him again. "Of course, Ian." "Good." he kissed me again, then, we got dressed, and we walked to the door. He stopped me in front of a filing cabinet. "Wait." he said, his hand on my stomach. He lead me to the very back of the room. He, again, took off his shirt, shoes, pants and boxers. There he stood in nothing but socks. "It's your turn." I smiled. He walked to me and I grasped his penis. He breathed hard. He slowly took off my shirt, revealing my fit, trim body. He slid down my County Seat jeans and marveled at the impression of my brief/boxer underwear. My cock was 6 inch limp, 8 hard. He massaged it, then bent in front of me. He began to mess with my dick through the fabric, putting a large wet spot in the front of my underwear. He pulled down my underwear, and he gaped at my penis. He licked my head, then took me in...well, as much as he could. He sucked and sucked until I blew my cum. He savored every drop. He stood up, and I once again took hold of his penis. Holding it made me feel safe. He kissed me again, and his tongue explored my mouth as mine did his. "I can't wait until Saturday, we're going to have a blast." he said. "Neither can I...I have the perfect present for you." **CONINTUED ON CHAPTER 2...TITLE IAN II... Gents and gents, mail me at: story_teller69@hotmail.com I love getting mail! **ALL FLAMES SHALL BE IGNORED** Ladies and gents, please send me pictures of yourself, your favorite picture to look at, any celebrity pictures or your story request! TTFN! Private Parts!