Gay Erotic Stories

Fucking Logan is still a thrill. Maybe not as thrilling as it had been the first time, over a year ago. But I still get extra hard whenever Logan starts to take off his clothes, just because what we are doing is considered forbidden or dirty or wrong. Not just wrong in the sense of two men having sex with each other, but “extra” wrong because one of the men is substantially older than the other… and unspeakably wrong because one of the men happened to be the other man’s teacher.

I first thought about Logan in a sexual way after he came to my classroom unannounced one cold winter afternoon. I was just packing up to leave when I heard the knock on my door and turned to see Logan standing there in the doorway. He didn’t have his coat on as if he were headed out the door, so I suspected he needed something more substantial than a quick reminder of tomorrow’s reading assignment. In fact, what Logan needed that afternoon was to confide in me that he was gay. I’m still not sure—a year after becoming intimate with the boy—what I’d said and done in class that told him I would be an understanding soul, but somehow he knew he could trust me.

As Logan rambled the shameful truth of his secret desires, and I tried my best to listen intently, my mind began to swim with dark thoughts about Logan.

“He is a fine looking young faggot… kind of short but well-built… wasn’t he on the wrestling team freshman year? Probably quit because it was too hard not to get a boner rolling around on the mat with other sweaty young guys. I wonder who here at school he’s fucked.”

Logan had short, dirty blonde hair that was usually crunchy with gel. He had green eyes that were set deeply in his face—a face that was only slightly marred by his mild acne. When Logan smiled, adorable dimples formed on both cheeks. He definitely had the body of a lightweight wrestler: short of stature but very muscular in the arms and thighs. His ass looked plump, but firm.

As Logan continued to share the same old story of how he always knew he was different from other guys, I began to imagine him showering in the locker room after wrestling practice… perhaps hoping desperately that nobody would notice the slight twitching in his less-than-flaccid penis. He no doubt kept the water spraying out of his shower head unusually cool in the vain hope that a cold shower would inhibit the fiery desire he felt to fuck one or more (or all) of his teammates. Had any of the guys noticed Logan taking a quick peek at all the wet, soapy asses and dripping cocks so close to him? Had anyone suspected that Logan often went home from practice and jacked off to fantasies of being on the receiving end of a brutal team gang-bang?

My own brief but intense fantasizing about Logan ended when he said, “Well, thanks for listening, Foster.” Logan always called me by my last name, without the title “Mister” before it. I would have found it much more difficult to fuck a guy who addressed me as “Mister Foster.” (Difficult, but certainly not impossible.)

As Logan got up to leave my room, I put my hand on his back. Almost immediately, I wondered if this was the right thing to do. As if to deflect suspicion that I was interested in Logan sexually (which I most definitely was), I lightly patted his back and offered a sincere but intentionally formal “You’ll be OK, Logan.” He turned and looked at me as if there were something else he might want to say, but then just bolted down the hallway.

Masturbating that night, I again fantasized about Logan in the locker room showers. Maybe one of his otherwise heterosexual team mates had picked up on Logan’s deviant attractions and allowed him to suck his dick. In my experience, young men who are horny enough will let anyone or anything give them a blowjob. It’s easy enough to close your eyes and imagine that the warm, wet mouth wrapped around your cock belongs to any man, woman, child, or animal that trips your trigger. Would Logan know as he swallowed some thoughtless boy’s slimy, warm cum that he was being used for quick sexual release? Would he care?

Personally, I knew that until Logan reached the age of legal consent, all these thoughts I was having would have to stay locked tightly in my imagination.

February 3, 2005 was the day that Logan was finally fair game.

Curiously enough, it was that day that Logan again decided to stop by my classroom after school. After some painful small talk about his birthday plans, Logan brought up the conversation we’d had previously about his sexual orientation. Logan was grateful he could share secrets with me, and asked if I wanted to know another secret.

I could actually feel the blood begin to rush into my dick as I pondered what this might mean. Before I could say anything, Logan bent over and whispered into my ear:

“I’m planning to get fucked by one of my teachers tonight. My parents are going to be out of the house until 9:30 PM, and this dirty teacher of mine is going to come over to my house before then to pop my ass cherry. He’s going to teach me how real men fuck, because I am so goddamned tired of sucking immature boys’ dicks in the bathrooms after school. I want a man’s cock… and I want it in my tight little ass… and I want it tonight.”

Logan’s hot breath lingered about my ear as he drew back and looked to see if I had comprehended his secret. I must admit I was taken aback by his directness, but I managed to nod slowly in agreement.

“Good,” he said. “I can always count on you, Foster.”

That night, as I approached Logan’s house, it occurred to me that maybe his “secret” wasn’t really an invitation at all. Maybe he’d arranged to have the gym teacher come over and fuck his brains out. I’d sure be embarrassed if I walked into Logan’s bedroom and saw him face down with old Mr. Higgins pounding away at his virgin ass. Then again, a three-way might be kind of interesting…

Logan greeted me at the door wearing a pair of wind pants and a sleeveless muscle shirt. I entered the house and Logan locked the door behind me. Without saying a word, he reached out his hand and led me up a flight of stairs into a darkened room at the end of a hallway. He closed the door.

It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the room’s darkness, broken only by the dim blue light of a large aquarium that stood against one wall. Logan took my coat and threw it into a corner along with a pile of his dirty clothes. I noticed several pairs of what I assumed were Logan’s underwear in the pile—briefs, slightly soiled, perhaps with traces of his DNA staining the fly area? If I were a pervy teacher, snooping secretly through a student’s bedroom, I might have picked up those briefs and gotten an erotic whiff of Logan’s forbidden scent. But as it was, I was a pervy teacher who was invited into his student’s bedroom, and who in fact was standing before the aforementioned student. Why obsess on the boy’s panties when the boy himself is right there?

I reached out and, for the first time, touched Logan in an unambiguously erotic way. I slid my hand under the bottom of his tight muscle shirt and caressed his stomach. It was hard and warm and smooth, just like I’d always imagined.

Even though Logan was freshly legal, he was still my student, and I knew that some people would consider this wrong. But because it was forbidden, touching Logan for the first time was absolutely electric. Just feeling his warm skin on mine—and anticipating more to follow—gave me an erection.

Logan smiled and breathed heavily as my hand roamed freely beneath his shirt—moving up from his abdomen to his chest, swirling about the wisps of hair growing between his toned pecs, then grazing past the hardened peaks of his nipples. My fingers paused and explored this sensitive area. I gently stroked my middle finger around one of Logan’s nipples, then slid my other hand up his shirt and began to lightly squeeze his other nipple. Logan apparently enjoyed this game immensely. Both his nipples were now fully erect, and I could see through the contours of his wind pants that another part of his anatomy was becoming erect as well.

I brought my hands down again to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. As the shirt slid over his raised arms, I noticed light brown wisps of hair under his arm pits, and smelled the delicious scent of Logan’s freshly showered teen body mixed with a light coat of deodorant. I tossed the shirt into the corner pile and ran my hands over his smooth shoulders and onto his thin but muscular arms. Then I leaned in and kissed Logan’s warm, moist, full lips. This first kiss was all lips, no tongue. Logan’s eyes were closed as I pulled away from our brief but tender kiss. With eyes still closed, he brought his mouth to mine and we began to make out. Our tongues connected through open mouths—mouths which breathed hotly and heavily, uttering soft moans as we became more and more aroused.

We paused only long enough for me to remove my sweatshirt and undershirt, and then we resumed our passionate, wet kissing. When I pressed my bare chest against his, I could feel his nipples, still erect, rub up against my own. I ran my hands down the length of his back, and then slid the tips of my fingers under the waist band of Logan’s wind pants. He wasn’t wearing underpants. I slid my hands down the back of his pants and over the smooth contours of his perfect young ass. I squeezed gently and ground my bulging crotch against his as we continued to suck on each others’ open mouths.

Just as I began to ponder releasing my erection from the confines of my jeans, Logan read my mind and reached down to unbuckle my belt. Before I knew what was happening, Logan was on his knees in front of me, unzipping my pants and expertly whipping out my cock as if he had done this a hundred times before. (Were my fantasies of Logan in the locker room not too far off the mark?)

Logan tugged gently at my erection, pulling it and my balls over the waistband of my boxers as my jeans slid down around my legs. With one hand massaging my cock, Logan used the other hand to slide my boxers down, giving him full access to my genital area. Trying not to fall over in the process—and trying desperately to not have Logan let go of my cock—I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the tangle of clothing at my feet. Logan continued to stroke me as I gingerly bent down and removed my socks, the last articles of clothing that kept from standing completely naked before my student.

Logan released his grip on my penis and sat back, cross-legged, as he grinned mischievously and admired the stripped body of his teacher. I looked down at Logan. He was shirtless and smiling, and was absent-mindedly tugging at the bulge in his wind pants. My erect penis and swollen, aching balls were just a few inches away from Logan’s smooth, boyish face.

“This is wrong,” I said to my student.

Logan responded by standing up and turning away from me as if he were going to walk towards the door. Instead, he slowly bent over and began to rock his ass back and forth seductively. He slid his thumbs down the waistband of his wind pants and tugged them down to expose the very top of his ass crack. He continued this strip tease for what seemed like an eternity, waving his smooth, tight rump back and forth as the pants slid further and further down. When his butt was finally fully exposed, he spread his legs and bent over, giving me for the first time a full and unobstructed view of his tight, pink asshole. The sight of his virgin hole pointed right at me—with smooth, hairless balls and a surprisingly long, thick cock hanging beneath it—made me lose all hesitation about fucking Logan. I walked up behind his bent-over frame and pressed the shaft of my now-throbbing manhood between the cheeks of his exposed ass.

“Good,” Logan sighed as he felt the warmth of my cock rubbing against his backside. I grabbed the waistband of his pants and roughly pulled them down to the floor. Logan stepped out of them and turned to face me. Now both teacher and student were fully nude and fully eager to fuck.

In the pale blue light, I looked down at Logan’s magnificent teen cock. Surprisingly, it was uncircumcised (a detail which had not factored into my many erotic fantasies about Logan’s locker room exploits). The cock stood out, erect at a ninety degree angle from his body—perhaps eight inches long and thicker in the middle than at the base or end. It had a slight downward curve that I found extremely sexy. The tip of the head peeked out from the opening of the foreskin, now stretched by his state of arousal. His pubic hair was thick and dark, but his balls were as smooth as those of a boy. (It was hard to tell—just by looking—whether Logan’s balls were naturally smooth or whether he shaved. I made a mental note to ask him that sometime.)

As any teenage boy instinctively does when he’s horny, Logan grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. He closed his eyes and continued to slowly masturbate—whether for his pleasure or mine I couldn’t tell. With one hand Logan stoked his cock, sliding the foreskin up and down over the head, while with the other he massaged his hairless scrotum. After about a minute of pleasuring himself, without opening his eyes, Logan took the one hand off his balls and reached over to wrap it around my cock. He stroked my shaft in the same slow rhythm with which he continued to stroke his own. All the while, his eyes remained closed, as if he were ashamed to look into the eyes of his teacher. After a couple minutes of watching Logan masturbate both of us, I too was able to close my eyes and just enjoy the sensation. I thought back to that first day when Logan had told me he was gay, and smiled at the thought that all my dirty, forbidden fantasies about this boy were now coming true.

Slippery drops of pre-cum had begun to leak out of my cock onto Logan’s hand when he finally released his grip.

“Now I want you to fuck me,” Logan said, finally breaking the heavy silence.

I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking directly at me. His eyes revealed a mix of lust, fear, excitement, and hesitancy. I reached over and touched his face, then leaned in to kiss him again. We pressed our naked bodies up against each other. I could feel warm drops running down the shaft of Logan’s cock as it rubbed up against my abdomen. I reached down and felt the smooth folds of skin that enveloped Logan’s balls. I tugged gently on them as Logan kissed me back—hard, running his warm tongue fiercely in and out of my mouth. He began to breathe heavily as we kissed, grinding his hips and sliding his lubricated cock up against mine. As I gently squeezed his balls, I could feel Logan’s cock begin to twitch. Suddenly, his whole body tensed up.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…. Oh yeah…. God, yeah…”

As I massaged Logan’s balls, several huge spurts of semen shot out the tip of his throbbing cock, coating my abdomen with a layer of his warm, sticky cum. He pressed his cock up against me with all his might, wrapping his hands around my waist and digging his fingers into my ass cheeks. He squeezed me so tightly that I thought he was going to draw blood. Logan rhythmically ground his cock against me as the final spasms of ecstasy took hold. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned as he attempted to prolong the orgasm, pumping out every last possible drop of cum. Because our bodies were pressed so tightly together, I could only guess at how much thick, warm jizz Logan’s virile young cock has spilled onto me. It felt like a hell of a lot.

I continued to gently rub Logan’s balls, coaxing out the last precious drops of cum. I could feel his heart beating heavily against my chest, and felt his hot breath against my face. Slowly, the hardness in Logan’s spent cock began to subside, and he was called out of his trance.

“Shit, I didn’t want to cum so soon.”

Logan’s sheepish admission made me even more aroused than ever. How many times when I was a young boy did I cum at the “wrong” time? Hell, sometimes all it took was one look at a sexy boy to make me jizz. I gave Logan a reassuring hug, followed by a long, sensuous kiss. Then I pulled away from his body, sank to my knees, and began licking Logan’s cum off his softening dick. I reached down and wiped a huge glob of his warm spunk from my body, then brought it to my mouth. I slid my fingers into my mouth and swallowed the semen as Logan watched. He smiled, and his slightly limp penis began to twitch to life again.

“I think you just might have at least one more load in you, Logan.”

As Logan’s erection roared back to life, my own hard-on was demanding some attention. I guided Logan over to his rumpled twin bed (it looked like it hadn’t been made in weeks) and we tumbled onto it together. I rolled Logan onto his back and straddled his smooth, nearly hairless chest, guiding my erection to his waiting mouth. His tongue slid up and down my shaft a few times, then he wrapped his lips around the tip of my cockhead. As he slid his lips further down the shaft, taking my erection deep inside his mouth and into the top of his throat, I couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d done this before. He didn’t seem like a total novice, but neither did I want to assume he was a total cock-sucking slut. I quickly put the thought out of my mind and simply enjoyed feeling my cock slide down this beautiful boy’s warm, wet throat.

Suddenly, my cock was back out in the cold night air.

“I don’t want you to cum before you fuck me,” Logan explained matter-of-factly.

He rolled over onto his stomach, still beneath my straddled legs, exposing his plump and apparently willing ass. I leaned over and placed my chest against his back, then rubbed his neck and biceps. The weight of my body pressed my erection against his lower back, and my legs slid alongside his. He moaned as the weight and warmth of my body pressed against his. I whispered into Logan’s ears.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No. I’ve just stuck a couple of my own fingers up there before.”

I gently slid down the length of Logan’s body until I could get up on my knees at the foot of his bed. I leaned down and began to massage his ass, spreading his butt cheeks and examining the tight, pink hole that wanted my cock inside.

“There’s lube in the top drawer.”

I went to the dresser and found the lube, underneath several pairs of socks, perhaps hidden from a mother’s prying eyes. I put a dab on my right index finger.

Logan’s ass was tight, but warmed up quickly when I rubbed my lubed finger around the puckered opening. When I first slid the very tip of the finger insider Logan’s opening, his muscles clamped up in response to this strange sensation. Second and third penetrations were met with a similar response. Finally, the fourth time I slid my finger in, Logan’s muscles relaxed somewhat and I was able to slide the single finger in to the second knuckle. Logan breathed deeply and moaned lightly. I left the finger in for a moment to allow Logan to get used to this sensation, then turned it around a few times, massaging the inside of his rectum. I slowly removed the finger, rubbed the area around his asshole some more, then slid the finger in again… and again… and again.

I went very slowly and deliberately, wanting Logan’s first experience as a bottom to be positive. (Selfishly, I also wanted to ensure that he’d let me fuck him again and again.) While I continued to digitally penetrate Logan—first with one finger, then with two, sliding plenty of lube into his opening—he ground his once-again erect cock against his bed sheets and began to raise his ass up and down in anticipation of my finger thrusts. He was really getting into it. While warming up his asshole, I again massaged his smooth balls, which seemed to make him ever hornier.

When I sensed that Logan was ready, I put a generous amount of lube on the tip of my cock, then pressed it up against the pink opening. Instinctively, the muscles relaxed as they had been doing to accommodate my probing fingers. I applied steady pressure against Logan’s hole, and it gradually relaxed further to let my cock head slip just inside the rectum. Logan let out a long, low moan. I kept the head just inside Logan’s opening for a minute, continuing to massage his balls with my free hand. I then pulled completely out of Logan’s asshole, and resumed massaging the area around his opening with my fingers. The muscles of his sphincter again relaxed, opening his asshole up to accommodate a more substantial penetration.

I put more lube on my cock, smearing it all up and down the shaft, then again pressed the tip against Logan’s opening. Just a little pressure was now all that was needed to slide the cock head into his rectum. I again held it just inside the opening for a moment, and then slid it in a fraction of an inch more. Logan again moaned—louder—and I could see that his eyes were clenched shut and he was biting his lower lip. I reassuringly stroked his shoulders, running my hands down his back and over his buttocks as my cock remained motionless in his tight rectum. His body had tensed up, but he reached around with a free hand and grabbed the base of my cock as if to guide it further into his ass. In response, I applied firm pressure and slowly slid my erection further into him. When I was halfway in, I paused to allow his muscles to relax more. Then, as if pure sexual energy were taking over for Logan, he grunted loudly, ground his raised ass against me, and allowed my cock to slide all the way in. Logan inhaled and exhaled heavily as he felt the warmth filling him up inside.

“Oh God… oh, fuck, yeah…. Oh, that feels so good.”

My penis buried up to the hilt, I rocked gently back and forth, massaging Logan from the inside and stimulating my engorged cock at the same time. By now, Logan was on his hands and knees, helping to direct the action in his rear end. I could see in a mirror on the dresser opposite Logan’s bed that his penis was again fully erect, curving slightly down as it had before. In the dim light I could make out the glint of a thin string of pre-cum hanging from the tip of his uncut cock.

Still deep in Logan’s rectum, I slid my cock back a bit, then slid back in all the way. I repeated this slight thrusting motion several times as he became used to the sensation of having a cock sliding up and down inside of him. Then I slowly pulled my cock completely out of Logan and stood up on the floor beside his bed.

Still on his hands and knees, Logan turned to me as if to ask why I had stopped. I informed him that we were going to try a new position. I directed him to lay on his back near the edge of his bed. Standing next to the bed, I lifted Logan’s legs to expose his asshole again, then shoved my cock back into him as he let out a loud grunt. Logan placed his hands under his knees to hold his legs in the air as I thrust in and out of him from beside the bed. From this vantage point, I could see his ecstatic face and his engorged cock. I could see my cock sliding in and out of his boyish ass beneath his bouncing, smooth balls. I could watch Logan play with himself as I fucked him. My balls alternately slapped up against Logan’s body and the edge of the bed each time I thrust inside him. Each thrust and each slap of my balls sent new waves of pleasure pulsing through my body.

As I neared the point of no return, I started to think of how I wanted to finish this. Should I cum in the boy’s ass? Pull out and cum on his stomach? Shoot a load on his face? Make him lick the cock that had just been in his own asshole? There were so many options. Finally, Logan decided for me.

“I want you to cum on my face,” he panted in between moans.

No sooner had he said this than I could feel my orgasm begin to set in. I pulled my cock quickly out of Logan’s greasy, warm ass. He sat up on the bed so that his flushed, oily face was right in front of my pulsing cock. My hand wrapped tightly around the purple shaft and stroked furiously as I felt the semen begin to shoot out. The first spurt deposited a thick glob of cum on Logan’s forehead. I aimed the head so that subsequent shots of jizz landed lower on the face—spattering his cheek and then shooting directly into his open mouth. Perhaps four or five squirts made it into Logan’s mouth. I stroked my cock vigorously, trying to give the boy his money’s worth, as lesser spurts continued to dribble out of the tip. Finally, I gave the shaft a final squeeze and pulled it away from Logan’s mouth.

With a loud gulp, Logan dramatically swallowed my entire load of cum. I reached up and wiped the remaining goo off his face, then placed my fingers near his mouth so he could eat what remained. While licking the cum off my fingers, Logan continued to stroke his cock towards a second orgasm.

I fell to my knees and took his smooth balls into my mouth as Logan continued furiously pumping his erection. I sucked and sucked on his hairless scrotum, and Logan expressed his approval in a continuous chorus of moans and groans. Finally, I could feel his balls tense up as the moment of ejaculation arrived. Despite having cum just a few minutes earlier, Logan shot another impressive load onto his stomach. With the last explosion of jizz, he released his spent cock and let it flop unceremoniously against his leg. As his dick shrunk back to its pre-erection size, the foreskin once again enveloped Logan’s manhood, hiding the tip inside a tunnel of wet, slippery skin. I bent down and licked up all the cum until Logan’s stomach was wet and shiny with my saliva.

We cleaned up, showering together in his parents’ double-headed steam shower. Logan gave me a long, sensual kiss before I walked out the door that night. He thanked me for being such a good teacher… and it was not the last time I would teach him a thing or two about pleasure. While he was my student, Logan and I had sex in one form or another on ten separate occasions. Each time was better than the last. And as far as I know, nobody ever found out.

Logan graduated recently, but we continue to stay in touch—and we continue to fuck, though not as often. And, it’s not as thrilling fucking Logan now as when it was “forbidden.” Still, I will always be grateful for the opportunity to help Logan through this difficult, confusing time in his life. And of course, I will always be grateful for what he gave to me.

Oh, by the way… Logan did shave his balls. And apparently he did manage to suck a few dicks in the locker room, but he never had the gang bang I fantasized about. But, there’s still hope: I found out recently that Logan wants to be a teacher and plans on coaching wrestling.

Good luck with that, Logan!