Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** I was always bored in science classes. I vowed once I was out of high school, I would avoid science classes. Now that I am in college, I was manipulated into sitting through one more science class only because my friend wanted me to take the class with him. This class was just as boring as the high school ones...until yesterday. I was so excited to hear Jeff Corwin was coming to speak to the class about snakes. I always watched Jeff on TV and hoped he would strip his shirt off. Rarely did he ever show us his fine bare chest. He looked just as fine in person as on TV. His 90-minute presentation was over in no time. I offered to help him carry his snakes and other props out to his van. His flashed a super sexy smile and pointed to a box. At the van, I got as close to him as I could. He smelled great. I intentionally rubbed my body against his as we loaded the supplies. His heat radiated and made him seem even hotter. I wanted him so bad. Was he really gay? He mentioned his wife several times on TV, but some of his mannerisms made me wonder. I thought, "He doesn't really know who I am. I will never see him again. I will hit on him and see where it goes. The worst than can happen is he will reject me and I will never have to face him again." Without further thought, I just blurted out, "Jeff, you mentioned many different snakes and the ones you showed were fascinating. I really want to know about the trouser snake though. Is it as big as I think it might be?" The smile and twinkle in his eye was a sure sign that this was going well. "I only bring him out on special occasions, like when people request to see him. You see, he is really kind of shy and likes to hide in his nest behind a couple of boulders." We headed back to my room. "Are you married?" I asked. "Yes, I am,” he replied. “But sometimes I need something my wife just can't give me." Back in my room, we engaged in a passionate kiss. I melted as his hot tongue probed my mouth. His taste was sweet. I pulled his skintight shirt over his head, then ran my tongue down his bulging pecs to his hard, erect nipple. He moaned softly as I flicked my tongue over it. My tongue continued down to his zipper. "Oh, yeah: He wants out of his cage real bad," he said quietly. I lowered the zipper and released the viper. He was soft and relaxed, nestled in a thick mound of dark pubic hair. He wasn't kidding about the "boulders": his heavy balls hung low. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked slowly. It quickly grew into a thick, 7-inch hard cock. His groans became louder as I sucked and his dick became harder. The swelling head in my mouth told me he was about to shoot. Although I thought it would be great to fuck him, I couldn't stop sucking. "Oh, I'm gonna cum!" My mouth sucked even harder. Without another word, he knew I was going to let him cum in my mouth. He pumped his hot, sweet load down my throat; the overflow ran down my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could but the juice kept flowing. With one final groan, he stiffened and shot the last of his sperm into my mouth. "That felt great. Me and my snake thank you." "Don't mention it," I said. "Anytime you are in this area, I would be more than happy to care for your big snake." Tonight, as I watch "The Jeff Corwin Experience", I know what is under not only that tight shirt but also those sexy shorts. Maybe science isn't such a bad class...