Gay Erotic Stories

His name was Mr. Kloke. He was a bit scrawny, with glasses and a wardrobe matching that of an outcast from any social clique - but there was something about him. I met him when I was in 7th grade and he was a substitute for our English teacher Ms. Hotten. We were in the library, and everyone knew he was gay so the ridicule came in droves. I was never mean to him, and as a result, he was nice to me. HE left that school, and worked at a community college in the city. I met up with him again when I attended High school, and we were having swim practice in his school. I saw him in the locker room- no cock, just him. But he saw me in my speedo- a 17 year old boy in great shape strutting his stuff in front of this man. I knew I wanted him. I found out he only lived two blocks from me, and I wrote a note to him. I told him I had to meet with him to discuss his college and if there were any classes I could take to earn extra credit. He called back, and told me to come over. I came over, in a tight white undershirt, and cargo shorts. Nice lookin kid then. We talked, and I asked if there were any special clubs for gay kids. He looked at me, and I at him. We knew then what we both wanted. We kissed- a deep passionate kiss and didn't stop until he went down on me. "OOOOOOOOOOhhh suck me! SUCK ME MR. KLOKE!!!" And suck he did. I must have shot 50 times in his mouth. All of a sudden, the door was being unlocked. It was his mother!! I was out of there, and home in a jiffy. He called me to ask about another meeting...Only wonder what will happen then.