Gay Erotic Stories

I turned to the handsome young football player and admired his hard, lean young body. Smiling shyly at me, the pretty lad of eighteen unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then dug his hands in his pants and pulled his undershirt off. I smiled at the boy’s deep, hairless chest; his strong, broad shoulders and washboard stomach excited me and I felt a hard-on grow between my legs. The youth saw my need and smiled, then stepped up and ran his hand over my tight jeans, feeling the muscles of my thigh ripple beneath his feather light touch. I could no longer resist the teen’s advances, and I pulled off my shirt. His hands lightly glided up my deep, muscular chest; his fingertips brushed my ribs, his thumbs brushed my nipples until they were so hard they hurt. I trembled slightly at the dark, muscular lads touch, and put my hands on his broad shoulders, felt his deltoids ripple under my large hands. I slid my arms around the beautiful teen’s powerful chest and drew him into a close embrace. I shuddered at the feel of his hard body cradled in my own powerfully muscled arms. Erik sighed and relaxed against me, his strong arms returning my embrace. He laid his head on my chest, nuzzling my pecs, then his head came up and his dewy lips brushed mine. I slid a hand up and put on the back of his neck, then leaned down and kissed the boys lips, tongued him. I ran my hands through his long black hair, pulled on his ponytail. I had watched Erik in class and on the playing field, coached him in every move he made, watched him hungrily eye his team-mates lean young bodies when he thought no-one was watching. I kissed him wetly again and again, and he gave as good as he got. I moved my leg again the rock-hard tightness in the teen’s jeans and knew he was ready for me. I felt consumed by my manhood and impressed with his. He wasn't afraid of anything--seemed to know that I wouldn't hurt him for the world. I sighed as Erik caressed my limbs, traced my muscles, firmly kneed my biceps. His strong hands glided up to my face, and I stared into his deep blue eyes as we each contemplated the other's handsomeness. He was so beautifully masculine in the face. So many of the half-grown boys I coached were a little too pretty, too girlish. I didn't have to worry about that with Erik-he was as much a man as I was. He kissed me deeply again, slowly tongued me, and I felt the young gay quarterback surrender himself to me. He dropped to his knees and I smiled as his lips glided over the rock-hard muscles of my stomach. I shuddered and undid my jeans, dropping them from my lean hips. I didn't have on any under- wear, so my huge penis stood out from by hard body like a flagpole. His long-haired head dropped down, and he gently kissed the head of my huge cock. He knelt fully and I felt his hot breath on my shaft as he took the entire head in his mouth and began to smother it with his tongue. His strong hands slid up my legs and cupped my firm buttocks as he prepared to really go down on me. He sucked my pecker until I had to push him away, afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself. I took hold of his biceps and felt the hard strength in them as I pulled him to his feet. He swayed, an angelic expression on his face, as if he had tasted something he wanted very much. I smiled at Erik and took him in my arms once more, then pushed him away slightly, gliding my hands across his smooth, well-cut chest, feeling the rippling muscles under my hands. I pinched his large brown nipples until they stood at attention. It was like looking at something I had created, this powerful, beautiful youth, which in a sense I had. I embraced him again, feeling his strong, tall body against mine again, my long, wet cock pressed against his washboard abs. I dropped my hands down to cup his firm butt and move my cock against his flat stomach, then I undid his wide belt, pulling the oiled leather against his chest as I pulled it off. He gasped, and then I pulled his tight jeans down, smiling at the bulging tight underwear he wore. He trembled at the touch of the night air against his legs, then turned and laid down on the bed. His lean, firm-muscled legs beckoned me, and I slid my hand up one until I came to his firm ass and massaged him there. Again he moaned softly. Then I pulled off his tight underwear. His lean, muscular, naked body excited me beyond words. His long legs apart, his muscular ass so inviting, I trembled. My cock was truly huge now and it was so hard it hurt me. I had to take him now. I climbed into bed with the sexy boy and put my weight on him. He tensed, then relaxed as I sat up between his legs. I couldn't believe this was finally happening. I had secretly hungered for Erik since the first day of class. I had built him into a perfect athlete over the long winter. I had encouraged his weightlifting, and watched his pride in his powerful form as he began to fulfill his bodies potential. He was the envy of all but a few Seniors for his physical perfection and his dark charm. All those hours had paid off; his naked, tanned physique was wonderful to behold. I dipped my fingers deep into thing of petroleum jelly--I didn't want to hurt him. It would make it easier for him until he grew accustomed to having sex with a man. I ran my index finger up his tight young butt, feeling the resistance. "Push back and it won't hurt as much," I said, running my other hand down his tanned flanks. I worked my finger in and heard him sigh. He began to turn his hips, moving them back and around, groaning as he caused my finger to fuck him. I pulled it out and replaced it with my thicker, longer middle finger. He sighed at that and pushed his butt back further. I had gotten him as ready as he was ever going to be. Part Two to come.