Gay Erotic Stories

I thought he was gonna drag me all the way to the principal’s office but instead we made a right into the Janitor’s closet. The room wasn’t a closet but it seemed like it, because of how narrow and small it was. He pushed me over to the wall, slammed the door and turned the light on, showing me everything that was in the small, smelly closet like room. “Mr. Johnson… please… what are you gonna…?”

“Shut up you ‘lil faggot ass bitch and take off those pants!” he demanded cutting me off. I wanted to say why but this ain’t the time questions. I moved away from the dirty sink I was standing next to and dropped my pants, exposing my goods to the janitor.

He looked me up and down then he demanded, “Now da shirt...” I quickly complied with his demand and watched as raped me with his intense looking eyes. “Keep da jock on.” he said more calmly. I was relieved that he said that, it was already bad enough that I was showing my shit to him. “Now, unbutton my shirt.” he said. I gave him that look that said “Hell naw” and he said, “Boy, Yous beddah do as I say or I’m gon’ tell em’ what you and that pansy ass teacha was doin’.” he growled and moved closer to me.

My legs and arms were shaking, from his overpowering 6 ft 6, body stature right over me. I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. “Hurry up!” he yelled startling me, making me fumble at his buttons. I felt like a little kid again, like I was about to get an ass whoopin’ if I didn’t do what he said.

I finally unbuttoned them all and dropped my hands to my side. He smiled at me with his surprisingly nice teeth, and then opened his shirt slowly exposing his hairy, built chest. His shirt fell on the floor and he stood there, staring at me still grinning like he jus stole somethin’. I aint gonna lie, Mr. Johnson had a nice body for an old man. He was developed in all the right spots, his abs nice and tight; his pecs formed nicely with curling hairy covering it, and strong arms with a tattoo the bicep. I think he noticed that I was checking him out because then said, “You interested faggot? Yeah I know you wanna see what daddies got his pants.”

I gave him another bad look as he moved closer to me. I could smell the beer in his breath and the warmth of his chest radiated off to my nude and cold body. We were so close at this point; I thought he was going to kiss me. “Take my pants off.” he whispered to me. I no other choice at this point but to do it… I couldn’t run away or nothing. I reached between us grabbed the zipper to his pants and slowly unzipped them. Both of us locked eyes as I did this. Although I was suppose to be scared as hell right about now, but I was calm. His eyes were actually comforting in a way, making feel like he really wasn’t gonna hurt me.

We both looked down as I finished unzipping him and without being told to, I pulled them down and rubbed his crotch. “Yeah I knew you was a lil faggot ass bitch, I know you wanna suck dis dick… go on down there and suck it…get it hard.” he said to me. I slowly went down on my knees, my hand still on his growing bulge and pulled his boxers off. His dick was darker then his body, the head was red and very thick; almost looking like it was sore. Thank God his dick wasn’t huge ‘cause I know fo’ sure he woulda killed me with it. I jerked him off slowly watching it grow like an inflating balloon and precum appeared at the top.

“Dat dick look good ta ya boy?” he asked. I didn’t respond but I stared at it as it grew to its complete hard state. It felt hard as a rock but smooth as silk, it was warm and the blood was pumping through it like pipe. “Gone head and put in yo’ mouff.” he said. I licked around the head, while pumping for the juice the oozed out coating the tip of my tongue. I finally engulfed the head and did my slow and sensual sucking technique that I used on Mr. Howard… and some other guys from my block. “Ahhh shitttt… That’s it suck my dick ya ‘lil bitch… awww shit work dat mothafuckin’ tongue…” His words flowed out quietly as he received one of the best blowjobs he’s had in a long time.

I worked my magic on him and sucking him deep, all the way down to the bone, then all the way to the head. His moans were getting to me and started suctioning harder on his dick. His warm precum filled my mouth and lubricated his dick and my throat. He held on to my head tightly and fucked my mouth slowly then rapidly increasing his strokes. Loud slurps and coughs echoed along with his soft moans throughout the small, confined, narrow room. “Oh shit I’m gettin’ close…” he warned me. “Work it harda” He let my head go and did my best at sucking the load that was boiling in his ball sack.

“Yeah that’s it… suck it harda jus like dat… Damn yous a good dicksucka… beddah my old lady back at the house.” he said. I reached up and messaged and squeezed his big hairy balls and listened to his moans got louder. I’m pretty sure someone heard his moans coming from the outside. “Yeah I’m cummin’ you ‘lil slut... swallow all that shit… I wanna see you swallow it all.” he demanded.

To prove that I was gonna swallow it all, he pulled out and jacked his wet dick at my open mouth. His body shook violently, almost looking like he was having seizure or something crazy. I watched his sweaty face twist up; I had a feeling this was gonna be small load.

He lunged stopped jacking his dick and let loose a torrent of cum the not only filled my mouth to the rim from the second blast, but it sprayed all over my face and the wall behind me. He just kept spraying cum like a geyser going off at my face, and by last small squirt my face was covered in cum. “Damn boy you look good wit dat cum mask on.” he said chuckling and catching his breath at the same time. “Now swallow like a good ‘lil faggot.” he said.

I knew for sure I was going to choke on if it I did fast, so I slowly swallowed it taking my time. All the while I could feel his beading eyes monitoring me at swallowing it all. After I finished, I wiped my eyes so I could see his face. He just stood there watching me with that creepy ass grin again, and then I asked, “You promise not to tell anyone?”

“Naw I ain’t gon’ tell nobody.”

“Now get the hell outta here fo’ I change my mind.” he said. I grabbed my clothes and quickly put them on before he changed his mind like he said and ran out of the room. I walked down the hallway trying to act cool and calm like nothing happened when I realized this old man’s cum was still drying on my face! I looked around and down the somewhat vacant hallway to see if anyone was saw me, and quickly searched for the bathroom.

“Damn the men’s bathroom was locked! Oh shit what the hell I’m gonna do!?” I thought to myself. I glanced at the women’s bathroom and decided to take desperate measures and use that one. I looked under the stalls, looking for legs… nope no one. I washed my face as fast as I can hoping no one came through, and when I finished I ran as fast I could outta the school and straight to the car. I’m pretty sure someone thought they saw Speedy Gonzales running through the hallway ‘cause that’s how fast I ran to the car.

As soon as I got home my moms asked, “Where you been? Dinner’s been ready thirty minutes ago.”

I told her, “I was gettin’ tutored by my math teacher, then I went and played ball afterwards.”

“Yeah you do smell kinda ripe… go on and wash up and come get your dinner.” she said. I ran up to my room and took a shower and thought about my two encounters today. Mostly it was all about Mr. Howard and his fine ass.

Damn I can’t wait ‘til math class tomorrow!

THE END