Gay Erotic Stories

This is the true story of my first sexual experience with a man, as a senior in high school. I was introduced to the world of man-to-man sex by my black high school gym teacher, and it was an experience I'll never forget. A few months after my eighteenth birthday, as I entered my senior year in high school, I was still a virgin. Most of the other boys in my school were already having sex with girls and I felt left out hearing their stories of Saturday-night conquests. I was a good looking kid: tall, with blond hair and blue eyes and a tight lean body from years of swimming and basketball. I had beautiful smooth skin that had tanned to a golden brown from trips to the beach the previous summer, a sweet bubble ass, and just enough muscle tone to make me proud when I looked at myself in the mirror nude. I was most proud of my cock, which was a man-sized piece on my boyish body. Like any eighteen year old I was always horny and jacked off at least twice a day, usually at night after I went to bed. Unlike a lot of boys, the objects of my masturbation fantasies were the hot men I saw in my sports magazines and the other studly guys in my high school. I knew I loved men, and it was only a matter of time before I would finally have an opportunity to have my first experience. That opportunity came in an unexpected encounter with Mr. Johnson, my gym teacher. I had had a crush on Mr. Johnson since freshman year. Although he was a football coach, he also taught gym and somehow I ended up in his class every year, so I got a chance to check him out often. Mr. Johnson was a big black stud: he stood about 6'4”, had salt and pepper hair, a mustache, lightly hairy arms and legs, and a beefy body that practically made me drool. He was probably about 45. During gym class all the boys would sit on the gym floor in rows waiting for him to come out of his office. It was the highlight of my day. Mr. Johnson would come strutting in, an image of sheer masculinity. Usually he was wearing a white T-shirt, very short flimsy cotton gym shorts, white socks, and sneakers. I would sit there and pray that none of the other boys noticed me when Mr. Johnson came into the gym. My eyes would scan his big hard body: big pecs and hard nipples straining under his thin T-shirt; big biceps, cannonball shoulder; he had a beautiful pair of legs, beefy and lightly hairy; muscles well defined and strong thigh; the best part was the huge package he had right between his legs. I could only imagine the meat that was curled up in his sweaty jockstrap, straining to get out. Sometimes Mr. Johnson would absent-mindedly reach down and scratch at his basket while talking to us, and it drove me wild. He had a big, basso voice that sent shivers through my own crotch when he hollered at us to shut up. I would run home after school and play the images of him over in my mind as I frantically beat off. I wanted him so bad. That chance came sooner than I thought it would. One day after gym class, I spent too much time in the shower and I found myself late for my next class. I came out of the shower and the locker room was empty. I went to my locker and started getting dressed, worried I'd be late for chemistry. I saw a magazine lying in the bottom of a locker next to mine, and after I pulled on my underpants I reached down and picked it up. It was a Playboy that one of the guys had left behind. I started flipping though it and found a photo spread of some big Italian stud fucking a girl with huge tits. I got so turned on that I sat down on the bench and pulled my dick out, hoping to get a quick whack-off session going before class. Just as I was about to shoot I heard Mr. Johnson's loud voice behind me. "What's going on, Brad?" He scared me so much I dropped the magazine, and turned to find him standing right next to me. I started to mumble an explanation, and to my surprise he just smiled and said, "Hey, get dressed and get to class. Sometime I'll show you some stuff that'll really turn you on…" Then he walked away, chuckling. I was bright red with embarrassment as I ran to class, but his words stayed in my head. What did he mean he would show me stuff that would really turn me on? I didn't think much more about it for a few weeks. I could barely look Mr. Johnson in the eyes during gym class after that experience, but I had no problem checking out his hot body. One day during a weightlifting session, he was showing us how to do bench presses, and I sat there in awe watching him pump iron, sweat stains forming in his pits. I fantasized about being on top of him on that bench as he pumped, sucking his big biceps, licking his pecs, and kissing his handsome face. That very afternoon, as I was walking home from school, my fantasy would come true. I heard a car pull up beside me and honk. It was Mr. Johnson in his big, black Jeep. I was surprised and scared, thinking maybe I was in trouble for something. He rolled the window down and smiled at me. "Want a ride home, Brad?" he asked, and I was more than happy to climb in his Jeep. We made small talk while he drove, and I checked out his gorgeous body. He was wearing a skin-tight t-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off his legs and crotch beautifully. Soon the conversation turned to the incident in the locker room when he caught me looking at the tittie magazine. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Brad. It's natural for boys to look at those pictures," Mr. Johnson reassured me. I felt more relaxed and laughed. He put his hand on my knee and said "I've got a lot of those magazines at home. Would you like to come over and check them out?" I was excited and scared at the same time, but I said "Sure." Soon, we were at Mr. Johnson's apartment and I was following him to his door, drooling over his big hard ass as he walked before me. Mr. Johnson gave me a beer and told me to relax as I sat back on his couch. He went in his bedroom and came out with a stack of magazines and dumped them on my lap. "Have fun" he grinned at me, and I started looking through the stack. Before I knew it, Mr. Johnson was sitting next to me, commenting on the photos in the magazines. I was rock hard and he reached down with his big hand and lightly squeezed my crotch. "Looks like you're ready to go, son," he said softly while looking into my eyes. Before I knew it, he was pulling my face to his and our mouths met. I gasped as Mr. Johnson sucked me tongue into his mouth. I was in ecstasy as I licked his soft lips, moaning as he caressed my hard cock through my jeans. Soon he was whispering in my ear, "Let's go into the bedroom, son." I followed him willingly, my cock practically dripping. Mr. Johnson stripped me down to my underpants and told me to wait on his bed while he undressed. I watched in excitement as he pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a massive, pumped chest with a gold chain hanging across his pecs. Soon his jeans were off and he was wearing nothing but a jockstrap, the mesh basket bulging with meat. I got on my knees and started kissing his chest as he fondled my ass though my underpants. My lips met his and we sucked face, then he got his mouth on my hard nipples and licked and sucked them until I was moaning with pleasure. He smelled so good, and I got my nose deep in his pits and inhaled that delicious musky man scent. Before I knew it, he had my face in the basket of his crotch, licking and sucking on the mesh pouch of his jockstrap. The odor was incredible: after shave mixed with sweat and deep man scent. I was in heaven as Mr. Johnson pulled the pouch aside and released his own Johnson, a big black tool with shaved balls. He spent the next ten minutes teaching me how to suck, and soon I had his meat all the way down my throat, his balls gently banging my chin as I sucked up and down. I could hear Mr. Johnson moaning softly as I milked him, and I knew I was doing it right. After a few minutes he pulled me off his cock and told me to lick the head, which was leaking salty juice. I cleaned it up and then went back to work. Soon Mr. Johnson was moaning loudly and I felt his balls contract as my mouth filled with thick cum. I sucked as much of his hot jizm down my throat as I could, but some of it leaked out the side of my mouth. When he was done cumming, shaking and moaning and sweaty, he bent down and licked the mess off my lips and kissed me deep and hard. I was rock hard, so Mr. Johnson told me to lie back on the bed and he would take care of me. I did as I was told, and he got between my legs, putting them over his massive shoulders, and slid my underpants down. Soon he was sucking my cock down his throat, giving me sensations I had never felt before, the whole time pinching my nipples. I was shivering and moaning with excitement as Mr. Johnson blew me, my hands on the back of his head, pumping my cock down his throat as deep as I could. I whimpered as I came, pumping load after load down Mr. Johnson's throat, and he expertly took the whole load, every drop. It was the best orgasm I had ever had. We played for two more hours on Mr. Johnson's bed, and he taught me lots of things. He fucked me hard. It took a long time to get used to it, but once I had his dick inside of me I was in ecstasy. My favorite part was when Mr. Johnson stuffed his musky jockstrap in my mouth, wrapping the pouch over my nose. I inhaled his man odor as he nailed me and sucked my nipples hard, and soon I was cumming again. I left his apartment in a daze, relieved that I was no longer a virgin and looking forward to my next session with Mr. Johnson.