Gay Erotic Stories

Not Just a Student Class had been dismissed for about 20 minutes. I was gathering papers for grading that evening when my door opened and Eddie stuck his head inside. “Hey, man, what’s up?” I called. “How ya’ doin’, Mr. B,” he answered as he stepped in and closed the door. “Just wanted to tell ya’ that today’s my birthday.” “Well, congratulations and happy birthday. Let’s see, that makes you a pretty old man now, doesn’t it? You’ve been hanging around this school almost as long as I have.” “I’m eighteen,” he said as a killer smile flashed across his face. “That means I’m legal now.” “Not in this state, buddy. Drinking age is twenty-one. And you shouldn’t be thinking about that anyway.” “I ain’t talkin’ about drinkin’, man. That’s not what I’m legal for.” I looked at him, puzzled. He kept looking at me with those deep brown eyes, that same smile lighting his face. Then he took a couple steps toward me and dropped his jacket on a nearby desk. Suddenly, his expression was more serious. “Come on, man. You know what I mean, don’t ya’?” he asked as he continued walking toward me. Our eyes met, then he dropped his hand to his groin and adjusted himself purposefully inside his light blue UNC warm-ups. At that instant, I knew exactly what he meant. I looked at his handsome face, the milk chocolate skin and full lips, then followed the curve of his arm past his slim torso and waist to his crotch. His dark, slender fingers fondled the beginnings of a hard-on through the slick nylon of his pants. My mind raced back to all the times I’d lain naked on my bed or stood in the shower and stroked my own cock, pretending it was his. How many times had I dreamed of squeezing his butt-cheeks and sliding a finger, or more, inside his sweet round ass? Or imagined his luscious lips wrapped around my dick as I held his neatly braided head to my groin and coated his throat with my man cream? In the last three and a half years, I’d probably blown a couple hundred cock-loads that were dedicated entirely to him. “Oh, my god, Eddie,” I began, my voice cracking as I tried to speak, “it’s not that easy.” My heart was throbbing in my chest and I tried to swallow. “I’m still your teacher, even if you’re eighteen.” “So what, man?” he interrupted. “What the hell’s that got to do with it? We both want it. I want it as bad as you do.” He moved to the edge of my desk and leaned against it. Not two feet away from me, he spread his legs and again put his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself seductively as he looked at me, pleading with his eyes. I forced myself to look away. I tried to tell him how, as his teacher, I was in a position of authority over him. As a professional, it was my responsibility to maintain appropriate personal boundaries As I talked, I kept wondering how he knew what I wanted. Had I been that obvious? And if he wanted it so bad, had he sent signals that I had missed? I looked at him again. By now, he was sensuously caressing the obvious ridge of an impressive erection. He wasn’t buying my argument. Hell, I wasn’t even buying it. I had to stand up and walk away to hide the bulge that was growing in my own pants. “Eddie, no one will care if you’re eighteen or not. It’s still wrong as far as they’re concerned. I could lose my job.” Who will know, man? I’m not gonna tell anybody. And besides, you know you’re ready to get out of this damn school as much as I am.” “It’s not just my job, Eddie. It’s my career,” I countered. “So what’s a career? A whole bunch of fuckin’ jobs just like this one! Don’t you want me more than that?” I couldn’t answer him. Of course I did. I would have been happy to make love to him and never set foot in another high school classroom. And I had a feeling he knew it. I walked to the window and looked out over the vacant baseball diamond. He followed and I felt him put his hands on my shoulders, lightly massaging me. His hot breath on the back of my neck made my skin tingle. “Come on, man,” he said gently. “Does it look like you’re forcing me to do anything? Are you abusing your authority?” His voice was smooth, calm, rational, and his hands increased their pressure just slightly. With the last bit of reasoning capability I had, I tried once more to avoid succumbing to his, or our, desires. “You know, if we do this, it’ll never be the same. We’ll never be just a teacher and student again.” It was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. “I know,” he whispered. “I want to be your lover. I want you as bad as you want me. His fingers kept massaging me and I felt him come closer and press firmly against me. Then he slipped his hands around me and I stupidly let him caress my chest. I moaned as he squeezed my tits through my shirt and his lips touched my neck. Slumping blissfully against his gorgeous body, I reached back and brushed my fingertips against his nylon-covered thighs, and he responded by pushing his groin hard against my ass. When I turned my head to look back at him, he covered my mouth with his in a juicy, succulent kiss. Little by little, he turned me around ‘till we were facing each other, still locked in the kiss. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hands through my thick, black chest hair as I grasped the smooth, round globes of his ass. His tongue slipped between my lips and explored my mouth. One set of strong fingers groped my hard package as the other set tremblingly began to unfasten my belt. Suddenly he dropped to his knees. “Not here, baby,” I said, pulling him back up by his shoulders. “We can’t do it here.” I couldn’t believe I’d called him ‘baby.’ “Then take me somewhere, man,” he mumbled as he took my stiff nipple in his mouth. “Take me home. I gotta do it. Oh, man, I’m so fuckin’ horny for you.” Reason once again re-entered my conscience and I pushed him away gently but firmly. “You can’t come home with me, Eddie,” I said. “There are still people around.” He stood speechless, dejected at my rejection, and I instantly regretted having hurt him. His expression made me want to grab him and console him tenderly, like a little child. I fought to control myself. Just then, he turned away from me and I saw again the beautiful ass that I’d lusted over for years, the firm flesh that I’d caressed just moments before. My cock twitched as I imagined once again sinking my nine inch rod into the eager hole between his cheeks. “Can’t you meet me somewhere?” he pleaded. I started to reply but my voice caught in my dry throat. Suddenly his eyes lit up as he looked out over the baseball field. "You could pick me up on the road behind the practice field! There’s nobody there!” He was right, of course. He looked at me hopefully, then fixed his eyes on my crotch. My erection, obvious as hell, answered for me. “I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said as he turned to go. He was leaning against the fence as I drove up. Unlike me, he’d had the presence of mind to go get his book bag and homework. The papers I needed to grade would have to wait. Nothing was said as he got in the front seat and smiled at me. It remained silent as we got on the highway for the twenty minute drive to my house. Then, he reached over and laid his left hand on my thigh, inching his way toward my crotch. When he got there, he found my hard cock and traced it out to the tip. He rubbed me lightly, squeezing my rod against my right leg. “It’s so big,” he said quietly. “I’m glad. I want it big.” A spot of pre-cum was beginning to form on my gray pants and he smiled when he saw it. “You like that, don’t you?” He rubbed harder and I could only moan in reply. He leaned toward me and began to kneel on the seat. I realized he was going to put his face in my lap. “Hold on, baby,” I protested. “I’ve still gotta drive. Don’t wanna crash us before we get going.” He grinned and sat back up. After a second, he laid his hands on his crotch, then secretly slipped his right hand inside his pants to fondle himself. Before long, however, he couldn’t contain himself and began obviously jacking his meat under the light blue nylon. His breathing got heavy and his thighs twitched as he looked anxiously at me. “Don’t shoot yet, baby,” I warned. “You gotta save it for me. I wanna watch.” “Oh, man,” he groaned. “I can’t wait. I’m gettin’ too close. You wanna watch it now?” “Fuck, I can’t watch you and the road both. Hang on for a minute. We’re almost home.” He pulled his hand out of his pants, but held the waistband out far enough that he could look inside at his throbbing rod. I watched him as he admired himself, and when he saw that I was looking, he winked and smiled at me. “What do ya’ think it looks like, Mr. B?” he teased. “Oh, I know what it looks like,” I replied smugly. “How do you know?” he snapped, looking puzzled. “I’ve seen it, baby. It’s nice and big and thick, black and horny. And real juicy right now.” He glanced again at himself, smiling. “You got it, man. That’s my cock.” Then he looked at me. “When did you see it?” “I see it every fucking night in my dreams.” He settled back in the seat. “In your dreams,” he chuckled. “I like that.” Then he gave me the most seductive look I’ve ever experienced. “Today, man, your fuckin’ dreams are comin’ true.” I finally made the last turn onto my block. My fuck-rod was hard as a crowbar, oozing precum onto my pants. I hit the button for the garage door opener and drove inside, closing the door behind us. The garage window allowed just enough light to see Eddie leaning back, looking at me and fondling himself. “Let’s go in,” I suggested as we both opened our doors. He stood beside me as I fumbled with the key in the back door. When it finally opened, I let him past me and felt his beautiful ass as he walked in. He stopped inside the door, waiting, I suppose, to be told where to go. Instead, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him against me, wrapping him up in my trembling arms. He leaned back against me, surrendering himself to my hands as they explored his body. I slid my hands under his T-shirt to caress his smooth, firm chest and belly. I kissed his neck and nibbled his naked earlobe (no earrings—you can’t decorate a body that’s already this beautiful). I rubbed my face against the even rows of his braided hair. I pinched and twisted his stiff little tits. I ground my hard cock against his bubble butt. Finally, I could resist no longer, and I dropped my hands to his groin and squeezed his erection. He froze momentarily, then began to slip his pants down. “Wait,” I whispered. “Let’s do that in the bedroom.” I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom, closing the door as he wrapped me up in his arms. We stumbled to the unmade bed and fell onto it, rolling around together, our lips locked passionately and our arms holding each other tightly. Finally I broke the kiss and, looking into his big, brown eyes, I moaned, “Now get naked for me, baby.” “Oh, yeah, Mr. B,” he breathed. The way he said ‘Mr. B’ made me chuckle and he looked at me questioningly. “If we’re gonna fuck, baby,” (it was beginning to feel very natural to call him that) “you ought to at least use my first name.” He thought for an instant, then, looking back into my eyes, asked, “Or can I call you ‘daddy’?” Pictures of wild domination and S&M scenes flashed through my mind, and I hesitated. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you, and I’m not into any slave and master shit.” He shook his head. “That’s not the kind of daddy I want. I just want one that loves me and makes me feel good.” He sounded so sincere that I couldn’t help but pull him toward me and kiss his face. “I’ll be that kind of a daddy for you.” He smiled real big, and reached down to slide his pants off. “Just a minute,” I said. “In my fantasies, you’re a stripper that dances for me. Would you do that?” Without even a word, Eddie slipped off the bed and began moving his trim, young body like he’d been putting on strip shows all his life. First, he kicked his shoes off, and then teased the T-shirt off his beautiful torso. Turning around, he squeezed his butt cheeks, his hips gyrating erotically. Looking over his shoulder, he purred, “Ya’ wanna see some more?” I nodded eagerly and he began inching his pants over his round ass, revealing a pair of baby blue bikini briefs. Then he slipped the UNC sweats down his smooth thighs and stepped completely out of them. Continuing his horny dance, he ran his hands across his glistening skin and waved his nearly-naked ass in my direction. Slowly, finally, he turned to face me again showed me the front of his briefs, the package that held his horny teen-age cock. It was magnificent. A thick, solid ridge started between his legs and ran impressively to his left hip. The light blue fabric was darkened with a large spot of pre-cum at the tip of his meat. He placed his hands over his groin and groped himself seductively through the underwear, then hooked his thumbs inside and began to tug downward. As much as I enjoyed watching my pretty baby’s show, I wanted to touch him even more. I reached out to stroke his muscular thigh, and he stopped undressing as I caressed his smooth, dark skin. He stepped forward as I slid my hand up between his legs, and I pressed my sweating palm against his throbbing hard-on. He pushed back and I reached around with my other hand and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward me even more. Leaning over the edge of the bed, I put my face in his crotch, gnawing on his boner through the stretched blue fabric. He put his hands on my head and thrust himself at me, lightly at first, then with increasing vigor, holding my head firmly as he assaulted my face. Soon, the entire front of his shorts was wet with saliva and pre-cum. I slipped a couple fingers inside his briefs and fondled his balls, and I heard him moan deliciously above me. Just then, he shook with a violent tremor and his moan became a semi-cry. I looked and saw sweat steaming down his heaving chest and into the ridges of his lightly-chiseled abs. He gasped for breath as his body jerked convulsively. My lips moved instinctively to where the tip of his dick was hidden beneath the wet cloth just in time to feel him unload stream after stream of teen-age boy cum in his shorts. I sucked on him through the porous material, tasting eagerly the saltiness of his jizz, until he had spent his wad. Then I watched him as he regained his senses. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. “You like that, don’t ya’, baby?” I asked. “You cum pretty damn good.” “Ya’ want more, daddy? I got plenty more for ya’.” I leaned back and growled at him. “Take my clothes off, you fuckin’ stud.” He jumped in the bed and within 60 seconds had me down to my boxers. Once we were both down to our shorts, he began exploring. Eagerly, his hands and lips raced across my body, caressing my face and neck, then into the furriness of my chest and belly. His hard tongue stroked my tits, then trailed down and slipped into my belly button. My hard-on throbbed against my thigh, extending out the leg hole of my blue and white boxers at least a couple of inches. Eddie wrapped the purple head in his fingers and began smearing pre-cum up the shaft and onto my hairy thigh. Finally, he moved his face between my legs and brought the tip of my man-meat to his lips. His tongue darted out and he pressed it insistently against my piss-slit, then a half inch up the underside of my cock to the sensuous spot where the crown meets the vein-streaked shaft. My body tensed and trembled as a big drop of dick-lube oozed from my cock onto his upper lip. Just then, he opened up and inserted my horny pole into his hot, wet mouth, pressing until he had as much of my length in his throat as my boxers would allow. His tongue stroked me furiously as his lips and throat milked my rigid boner, giving me the best damn blow job in recent memory. I wanted more of my dick in his mouth, so I lifted my hips and slipped my shorts upward, the fabric riding up my ass-crack, until he was able to free my rigid hard-on entirely through the leg hole. Expertly, he stroked my column of fuck-meat and licked the resulting pre-cum like a melting ice cream cone. Then, suddenly, he opened his mouth and dove onto my cock until he had all nine inches lodged firmly in his throat. He moved his face from side to side, twisting his lips around my shaft and stirring his nose about in my heavy pubes. “Aaah, gaaawd! Oh, yeaahh, baby!” I panted, throwing my head back and flailing my arms around to clutch at the rumpled sheets. While his mouth gave my nine-incher a workover like it had never had before, his hands went to work on my other erogenous zones, stroking my thighs and squeezing my ass-cheeks erotically. Then he slipped his fingertips inside my shorts to fondle my balls, poke at my asshole, and massage sensuously the ridge of skin that runs between them. Inevitably, I began to feel the tingle of an impending orgasm. Gently, I lifted his face away from my groin and pulled him off my cock. His deep brown eyes glanced up at me and I managed to stammer “... don’t ... wanna ... cum ... yet ...” between gasps of breath. Eddie obliged and pulled away from my dick. I pulled him up alongside me and planted a kiss on his full, sexy lips, tasting lightly the salty flavor of my pre-cum. I ran my hands along his lithe body and down to his incredible ass, slipping both into the elastic waistband—my fingers tingled at having finally achieved flesh-to-flesh contact with the object of so many desires. My baby started moaning as I massaged furiously his smooth, firm mounds. Little by little, I slid down his body, tasting his neck and armpits as I moved. He trembled as I sucked his pecs and nibbled on his stiff little tits before moving further to his belly and the cute button at the center. By the time I reached his groin, his poker protruded past the waistband and I licked his dark, swollen cockhead sensuously. Eddie grabbed his shorts and began to push downward. “Take ‘em ... off ...” he moaned just as I began to do it. At first, I just inched them away, slowly revealing the beauty of his rigid fuck-stick. It was spectacular! Just as ... no, even better than I’d imagined it. It was about seven, maybe eight inches, and thick, like a fat sausage. The shaft was very dark, almost midnight black, and smooth, with one single large vein that ran along the top. At the base, the vein was hidden by the black fur of his surprisingly thick and beautifully shaped (but not trimmed) pubic patch. At the tip of his member was a swollen mushroom head that was so marvelous, I wasn’t even disappointed that his hood had been removed. Baby thrust his hips upward and I wrapped his monster with my eager lips as he grabbed my head and shoved me frantically onto the entire length. For the next minute or so, it was all his show—I couldn’t do a thing except hold on as he savagely, frantically, raped my throat. Finally, though, he slowed enough for me to show him my cock-sucking skills. “Oooh, daddy, fuck, yeah! Suck me off, daddy! Eat my fuckin’ dick!” he shouted continuously as I worked him up and down. I still had one more target in mind. Slipping my fingers under the soft skin of his hairy ball-sac, I zeroed in on my prize—my baby’s boy-pussy, the asshole I had fantasized about ever since he first entered my classroom. To give me easier access, Eddie pushed his shorts down and I finished the job by slipping them down and off his wonderful legs. Baby smiled at me as I knelt beside his totally nude body. He ran his hands seductively across his taut, ebony chest and I caressed the smooth muscles in his calves and thighs. Little by little, our hands moved together until I was fondling his balls and he was stroking his fuck-club. “You like this, don’t ya’,” he said mischievously, pointing his drooling rod at my face. I nodded a response (for some reason, I couldn’t speak). Suddenly he lifted his legs high in the air, grabbed his ankles, and rolled onto his back and shoulders. Spreading his legs, he presented me with his luscious black ass. “But this is what you really want. Right, daddy?” Anything I might have tried to say would have been completely unintelligible. I’m not sure, but I probably gasped for breath, and I know my heart felt as if it wouldburst out of my chest. I willed myself not to cum as I placed my hands on his ass and spread his cheeks, revealing the hot puckered, surrounded-by-curly-black-hairs, object of my affection. Unwilling or unable to control myself, I dove into the crack of his ass, rubbing my nose and face about, inhaling deeply the musky smell of his sex-drenched hole. I thrust my tongue and fingers into his warm, moist depths, and he welcomed them eagerly, clamping his sphincter around them as if unwilling to allow them to leave. Our moans crescendoed into deafening cries as we struggled to satisfy long-suppressed desires. Somehow, I managed to hear, “Fuck me! Ohhh, gawd! I want your cock inside of me!” Reluctantly, I left his ass and crawled to the night table. He turned toward me and grabbed at my still-present boxers, yanking them down and off in quick, fluid motions. I felt him kiss my hairy ass as I reached into the drawer for a condom. Turning around, I tore open the packet and handed the condom to him. “Wanna put it on, baby?” Eagerly, he took it from me and rolled it down my cock. Then, gently stroking my hard-on, he said, “It’s so fuckin’ big, daddy.” “Can you take it?” I asked as I pulled out the KY. “I don’t care. I want it too fuckin’ bad.” Since I am so big, it’s often easier if I stay on the bottom and let the one I’m fucking sit on my dick. So I leaned back against the headboard and pulled Eddie toward me. He knelt, facing me, with one knee on either side of my hips and his asshole poised eagerly above my throbbing weapon. I squeezed some KY onto my hand and reached between his thighs to rub it onto his ass as he leaned forward, pressing his smooth chest against my face. I sucked on his tit and he moaned as I slipped one, then two fingers into his shit-hole. That was not enough, though. Reaching behind himself, he grabbed my boner and pressed its tip against the lips of his boy cunt. Then, steadying himself with theheadboard behind me, he slowly eased himself onto my rod. I doubt that he had ever had anything so large inside his fuck-chute before. He winced as my head invaded his tunnel, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but nothing came out. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he kept pushing himself further and further down my cock, until he had taken about half of me into his eager ass. Then he paused and looked down at my face. “You all right?” I questioned. He nodded. “Oh, yeah, daddy. I love it. It feels so fuckin’ good!” I grabbed his drooling manhood, still iron-hard, and began to pump it as Eddie squeezed his ass and pulled back about an inch or two. Then, reversing direction, he pushed downward, forcing more of my raging bone into his silky depths. “Your asshole is so fuckin’ hot, baby,” I breathed as he caressed my dick with his ass muscles. “Your dick is hot, too, daddy. Feels like my whole fuckin’ body is stuffed full of it.” He gasped as he kept pressing downward, until he was fully impaled on my cock. I thought that he would stop for a minute to catch his breath, or let me catch mine, but I underestimated the depth of his need. Immediately, he clamped his asshole around my column and started pulling off, moving steadily until his sphincter caught the ridge of my cockhead and only the swollen tip was left inside him. Then, without pause, he pushed back down on my dick, forcing the entire length back inside his fuck-tunnel. Over and over, he milked me on the way up, then forced himself back onto my greased fuck-pole. I began to thrust upward to meet him as his speed and intensity increased; we moaned together at the culmination of each stroke. “Oh, baby!” I shouted. “You’re the hottest goddam fuck I’ve ever had!” My fuckin’ dick was on fire and I knew I couldn’t last for long. Eddie looked at me with an ecstatic expression. He tried to speak, but no words could have possibly gotten past his frantic gasps and moans. I grabbed him and forced his ass even harder onto my sex-weapon, and he screamed as I penetrated depths that, in him, had never before been reached. Riding me like a fuckin’ bronco buster, he clutched frantically at my head and neck, trying to keep his equilibrium. Then he leaned into me and pressed his skin against my face. I bit his chest lightly and he shouted his approval. My dick throbbed mercilessly as it churned inside his fuck-ravaged guts. Eddie’s big black penis thrust erotically against my belly as he bounced up and down on my sex-gun. His balls were pulled up tight against his shaft. The black monster gushed clear pre-cum, flooding his groin and my belly until we were practically glued together with his goo. My mouth watered at the sight and I wanted so bad to taste it, but there was no way I was gonna interrupt this fuck. Instead, I thrust my hand between our bodies and grabbed his fuckin’ crowbar. I started jacking his slick sausage, knowing that it would push him, and me, over the edge. “Fuck, daddy! Oh, gaawwd, yesss!” he howled as I stroked his meat. He threw his head back and the veins in his neck stood out as if they were ready to burst. “I’m fuckin’ close, daddy! I’m fuckin’ gonna cream! I’m ... gonna ... cummm!!!” His tight body spasmed and his ready cock jerked in my hand. I felt the rush of semen through his rod as he hosed my hairy chest and belly with more than a dozen sprays of milky teen-jism. I’ve triggered some pretty impressive orgasms in my time, but I’ve never seen a man spew so much jizz in all my life. At the same time, his spasming asshole launched my own orgasm and I thrust harder than ever into his still-tight bung-hole. The rumbling that began in my overloaded balls spread throughout my entire being, then came back and focused in the nine inches of swollen manhood encased in his hot, wet boy-pussy. Abandoning all hope of prolonging this ecstasy, I blasted load after load of my creamy fuck juice into the latex protector that shielded his love-tunnel. When both of us were finally spent, Eddie looked tenderly at me and gently eased off my softening cock. Then he put his arms around my neck and pressed his full dark ruby lips softly against my own. Our bellies, slick with his ocean of cum, rubbed erotically—electrically-- together, and our hands resumed their explorations. He reached behind himself and found my flaccid cock. “Careful, baby,” I cautioned. “You know how tender it can be after an awesome fuck.” He just smiled and slipped the full condom off and held it up between us. Then, leaning back, he squeezed its contents out onto his chest and smeared it around his beautiful chocolate skin, mixing it with his own spooge. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and joined in this erotic variation of finger-painting. “You’re making a mess, daddy. I’m gonna have to take a shower,” he scolded playfully. “That’s O.K., baby. I’ll help clean it up,” I answered. He threw his arms around me again and squeezed me tight, as I again felt the squish and the delightful slickness between our soaked bodies. Seconds, then minutes passed as we held each other. Then he whispered in my ear, “Am I just your student now?” “Not on your life, baby. It’s never gonna be the same.” Eddie and I spent the entire night together—in the shower, on the couch, to the floor, then back in the bed. I loved having a horny teenager shoot his eager cum down my throat, and more than once, I marveled at how good it felt when he tasted my load. When he put his tongue in my asshole, I knew that he wanted more than that up my chute. I was right—three times he filled my ass with a condom-load of his inexhaustible boy juice. The next morning, he made up something about falling asleep while doing homework at a friend’s, but I don’t think his mom believed it. What the hell, we didn’t care. Now it’s been five months since Eddie and I first fucked. He graduates from high school tomorrow and I’ve submitted my resignation. He’s going to a nice college insuburban D.C. and I’ve lined up a job in a research lab not far from there. We’ve got a condo that will be ready for move-in a couple of weeks from now. Happily, things never have been the same.