Gay Erotic Stories

I had not done much of anything in high school, that is sports wise. But when I entered college, I tried swimming. Not only did it keep me in great shape, I got to shower with a room full of great looking men three times a week! All of these guys were into their bodies, and liked having other guys admire them. This was great to a point, in that I had plenty of jack off material to study, but no real body contact. After every practice, I'd swim a few extra laps so that when I got to the showers, it was full and I was the last one out. This was my routine and no one noticed my shower room tardiness except the coach. "Hey Jones! Out of the pool, I can't leave until all you ladies have scrubbed your dicks!" coach thundered. He was a little over 30 and still had a very good swimmer's build--tight and firm, with a nice round ass. His jacket was always unzipped to reveal a smooth, well developed chest. I would put in a few extra laps ;just to piss him off. By the time I got to the showers, everyone had washed up and were drying themselves. I stood under the hot spray. I didn't notice the coach com in. He stood just one head to my right. Then I caught sight of him, and watched as he soaped down his body. He turned off the spray and continued to soap up saying, "It's that time of the week!". I didn't understand the comment until he started to shave his legs. Actually, all the guys shaved, it was to reduce drag and help you go faster in the water, they said. But I think most just liked to shave so you could see more definition. I was not sure why the coach was still shaving, it must just be a habit. After he finished his legs, he did each forearm and armpit too. I washed myself slowly, so I could see the whole show. Coach didn't seem to mind. Next, his chest and down his abs to his cock met with his razor. By now, my dick had started to rise. Coach's did stood straight up at attention too. It was what I would call party size! About 8 inches and looked easy to swallow. "I could use a little help back here, do you mind?" he asked. He spread his ass and handed me the razor. I didn't know what to do, so after a moment's indecision, I went for it. I wanted this to last, and I had nowhere else to go. I tapped the razor on the floor to get the hair out and made another pass, shaving his ass again. He pulled his cheeks open wide and I could see his pink "rose" "Run your hand across to make sure it's smooth." He admonished. "Why don't you run your tongue across my ass, you'll be able to tell if it's smooth enough. Slide your tongue in my hole! Ohhhhh, yeaaah!" I buried my head in his ass and was stroking my boner. Then he stood up and said, "Thanks, I'll see you on Wednesday". I didn't know what to do, so I shot my load, got dressed and abruptly left. Wednesday was just the same as any other class. Coach did not make any changes in the way he reacted to me or anyone else for that matter. As the class was ending, he called out to me, "Jones, take a few extra laps. I want to talke to you later!" Just like Monday, everyone was dressing or already out the door by the time I showered. As I stood under the spray, I felt a hand around my cock. It was the coach. We washed and explored each other's bodies. Coach held our dicks together. Mine is about an inch longer and about the same size around. Coach bent over and said, "Check my ass and see if it needs a shave!" I ran my tongue around the entry to that "pink rose". There was just a trace of growth, nothing to worry about, so I went for the rose. I worked my tongue in and out as the coach began to moan. Then, just like before, he stood up and said he would see me on Friday. I was foiled again and was just about ready to shout "Ah, Fuck", when coach flipped on the cold water and left the shower to me. Friday, I didn't wait after class. I would rather just look at these hot guys, than be rejected by the coach again when I was hot and ready. Coach was standing at the door, talking to two other swimmers. He spotted me and said, "Jones, have a chair outside my office. I want to talk to you." I wanted to leave, but following my better judgement, I went to the chair. Shortly thereafter, coach walked by and said, "I need to make a call. It'll take just a minute!" By the time he got back to me, the place was emptied out. I walked into the office and coach was naked, bent over a bench. He saw me enter and said, "run the head of your dick across my ass. Tell me if my ass hair tickles your dick." I thought about leaving for a moment, then dropped my pants. My dick already was rock hard, and I ran it along his ass. I was really getting into this, when he tried to stand up. . . . To be continued.