Gay Erotic Stories

It began at school in the boys' locker room showers. The towel boy, of all people, caught me stroking my dick. I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking because he called out, "It's okay!" But he wasn't willing to turn away and give me any privacy. The same thing happened the following day, but when I went for my towel this time he was completely stripped and showing off a hard-on. From the look on his face, he was thinking we were going to be doing amazing things together. Yeah, sure. In a locker room buzzing with students and coaches! I plunged into my own fantasies. I knew I was interested in him, no matter how many times I denied it. The next time he saw me in the shower, I had a huge hard-on. There was no way I could not raise one knowing he'd be at his window gaping at me. He got as close to me as he dared and didn't take his eyes off my dick to even check around for witnesses. But if that was hard to believe, what happened the following Saturday was even more unbelievable. He entered the gym, watched me toss my basketball around, then said, "It's a different place,isn't it?" "What is?" "This place. When there's nobody else around. "Oh. Yeah, I guess it is." "Yeah, noboddy here but you and . . . me. Then he took some keys from his pocket and let himself into the Locker room. Well, that seemed to me to be a hint that he wanted me to follow him. I did, once I realized I couldn't think about doing anything else. He was at his window, but completely stripped and showing off a huge hard-on. "Don't be too long now, you hear?" he said, offering me a towel. From the showers I watched him unfold towels, not fold them as he usually did. He spread them across his huge work table, one on top of the other, until he had a bed made. He spread a white sheet over all and even brought a pillow out from a back office. Seeing I was watching, he came to the window and told me again not to take too long. Turning off the water, I grabbed my towel and walked around to his room and stood in the doorway. "We've got a bed or we can just . . ." He backed me against a wall, knelt in front of me and took my dick into his mouth. After it appeared we weren't going to get caught, I got into the pleasure he was giving. Soon I was swept up in it. I could feel myself getting close. He took a real delight in watching me lose control and pinned my hands against the wall. After the fireworks, I needed him to hold me up, I had no more strength in my legs. "Let's get you up on the table," he said. No, I told him, a blow job was enough for me. And I was sure I wouldn't want another one for a while. It fulfilled my fantasies. "You'll get some new fantasies, just you wait," he said. Hearing someone in the showers, I was sure a new one had already begun.