Gay Erotic Stories

Graduation was only four months away. High school was never really my thing, so I just kept telling myself it was almost over. I had friends, but no one really close to me. I mostly believed it was because I was easily identifiable as gay. I'm a short thin Latino with way more hair than I know what to do with. I'm not exactly feminine, but I'm not a strapping buck either. This is the true story of the first erotic encounters I ever had with someone of the same sex.

She was a sweet girl. In my heart I knew I would eventually break her heart. For the last year and a half my love for her was real. It just wasn't romantic. I stayed with her, not to hide my homosexuality, but more out of the hope that if I really committed to it, something in me would click off my desire for men.

I had plenty of crushes on men. To this day I don't really have a type. I was attracted to my geography teacher. He had dirty blonde hair with white beginning to creep in at the temples and in his thick beard. I imagined he had just walked of an archeological site. He was worldly, smart and had an ass that could bring this 18 year old to tears. There were others. The beautiful classmate that despite his looks was humble and sweet. An accident in his youth had taken the use of his legs from him. We sometimes had lunch together and I caught myself way too many times being hypnotized by the lusciousness of his plump lower lip. I wish I had kissed him. Juan the jock. He was short like me, but thick in his thighs, arms and shoulders. He had an easy smile and just a hint of freckles. Clean cut, stylish, big rough hands and a low gravelly voice. I was truly a tortured soul.

I'm not sure it really qualifies as a sexual encounter, but it is the first time I remember being in a situation in which another man and I were excited by each other. It was during my last class of the day. I had to hit use the restroom, so I got the ok from my English teacher and off I went, closing the door behind me a little too hard. Out in the empty hallway the sound echoed, drawing the attention of the strange typing teacher across the hall. From outside his class I saw him look to see what the noise was about. We made eye contact but I kept moving. I walked to the large bathroom off the center breezeway. I grabbed a drink at the water fountain before pushing the door open. Between classes I knew the room would be empty. A second later the strange typing teacher came in. I thought he was there to get after me for slamming the door. He just casually walked over to the trough, a few paces from where we I was standing. He unzipped his pants and I just stared at the wall. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was making motions at waist level. As my stream continued to flow, I thought "strange- I've never seen a teacher in the student restrooms before". Then I realized there was no peeing sound but my own. The temptation got the best of me and I glanced over. He was in fact stroking himself. I was not attracted to him but his cock was fascinating. It was thick, maybe a bit more than six inches and hooded with lots of foreskin. What made my mind reel was the size of the cockhead. Completely out of proportion the monster mushroom drooled shiny clear drops. He pulled his foreskin back and it smoothly snapped behind the huge rim of the head. With a finger he touched and then made circles on his head, swirling his precum around. I started to feel like I was going to faint. I knew my face was flushed cause the heat and pressure from blood made my ears feel like they were ablaze. I then realized the blood was not only filling my ears. My own cock was swollen. I almost moved to hide it from him but stopped when I thought it might make him hide his own. I continued to watch as he squeezed the shaft hard enough to move his foreskin back over that beautiful ridge. As he did, I nearly came when his squeeze and the consequent stroke toward the head caused a huge glob of precum to escape, roll down over his finger and trail a long glistening strand that went from the tip of his cock down into the trough. I wanted to taste it so badly. Outside the bathroom we heard someone closing their locker and reality set in. We both put our junk away. I splashed water on my face to calm myself down and made sure to avoid eye contact with anyone back in class. I silently prayed my flushed face was back to normal...and for another chance to run into the strange typing teacher.

This is my first story. Thanks for reading it. If you enjoyed it, let me know at Alfredo_elcaliente@hotmail.com I will continue this story shortly.