Gay Erotic Stories

It was after my high school graduation and my first official year of adulthood. No longer was I confined to mere jerk off fantasies, but at 18 I was legal to enjoy the thrills of being a real man. The problem was that in all ways I was still the same scared teenager who wasn't into girls and was too terrified to check out a dude for the fear that he would find out and kick my ass. So I still kept my sexual fantasies just fantasies and I'd just jerk off in the nearest bathroom whenever my youthful urges would arise. One day I was sitting in art history class and we were viewing slides of renaissance art and I noticed a lot of the works of art we were viewing were nudes. I didn't really feel aroused by the nude women, but a sight in the shadows caught my fancy. A few rows ahead I noticed the Latino boy around my age and at first I just dismissed the tent in his shorts as a bend in his zipper. But I clearly saw in the light of the slide projector brother was sporting a major wood. He snuck his hand down every so often to give his lump a squeeze. He probably thought nobody could see him and for the most part I was the only person who noticed. I lost interest in the lecture and took notes of the cute guy. His breathing was quite deep and his eyes were glazed. When the presentation ended, I was left to wait until the class emptied before standing up for fear that someone would see my stiff. The Latino stud simply covered his front with his folder and slipped away out of sight. I wanted to follow him but he was gone. As usual, I needed a good release from the pressure so I entered the nearby fine arts bathroom and took the last stall. It was handicapped accessible, and larger than the others, and hardly anyone went back there so I had lots of privacy to do anything I wanted to myself. I took off all my clothes, leaned back on the toilet seat and massage my dripping swollen cock with my legs free and my hands all over my body. I began to envision my history professor, Caleb Offlen. He was in his late twenties and he had just returned home from an Ivy League with his doctorate at such a young age. He was some sort of local celebrity, especially all the women who couldn't stop talking about his muscular physique and striking red hair. He rode his bike to school every day and I loved the way his perfectly round bubble butt looked in his bicycle shorts, and I always tried to sneak a peak at his package with no luck. Well I wanted to cum and drain my aching balls so I imagined what his cock looked like and pretended I was sucking him, giving him incredible pleasure. I imagined he had his eyes closed with his hands on the back of my head fucking my mouth passionately and moaning and murmuring how wrong it was for a college professor to fuck his student. He worried that he could lose his job if anyone found out, which I assured him would never happen, which I imagined made him hotter, causing him to shoot my throat. I was getting close to orgasm, and assuming I was alone I started getting vocal. "Oh Caleb you hung stud. I want you so bad. I wanna suck your juicy cock and make you cum in my mouth. I wanna taste your spunk. Feed me, baby! Caleb, I want you so bad!" I stood up, squeezed my cheeks, drew my balls close and shot my spooge all over the stall door. As I sat down to catch my breath, I sensed some movement and heavy breathing. I heard the sound of a man grunt and I became terrified. Someone was there. Did he overhear me? I wanted to die. I dressed quickly and flushed the toilet before exiting the stall. I heard water flowing at the sink and was surprised to discover my dream lover standing hunched over, topless and rinsing his face. His crotch was pressed firmly in the sink but his bubble butt stuck out. "Mr. Offlen! I didn't know you were here!" "Hey Steve, didn't mean to startle you, I'm just cooling off here." He flashed that killer smile and I started getting hard again. "By the way, you know you can call me by my first name.” He winked at me. "Okay, Caleb," I blurted out. "Well, have a nice day." "Hey Steve, did you really mean what you said in there?" I turned around to see him turn to show me a long snake running diagonally up along his tight shorts ending with a large wet spot. His fingers lightly danced up and down the length of it and it bounced with excitement. He walked toward the stall and waited before closing it. "Wanna earn some extra credit?" He peeled back his shorts, revealing a big pink monster. It was my first treat and a well-deserved A. Caleb this is for you. Email me! bigdigligg@yahoo.com