Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Jonathan and I teach World History at a large public high school in the Oklahoma City area. I am 33 years old, 6 ft 1 in, and 195 pounds (nicely built). I have dark brown hair with gray on the temples that I wear in a buzz cut and I have hazel eyes. Although I’m not officially “out” to the student body at my high school, it is pretty much assumed by students and faculty alike that I do enjoy the pleasures of male-to-male company. Despite this, I still have had several female colleagues, even married ones, try and convince me that they have something to offer (silly chicks). I have made it a firm rule to never play with any of my male colleagues simply because it can create an awkward situation at work; but I must admit there is LOTS of eye candy on this faculty. If I were to break my rule, the Latin teacher would be TOPS on the list of guys to get with.

Each summer, in an effort to both expand my curriculum knowledge base and to learn new teaching strategies, I like to travel to various conferences in other cities. In addition to the professional benefits, this also allows me to get an all expense paid vacation and get away from home. Of course, every once in a while it truly pays off and I get to act on some of those built up desires for other teachers; I have no rule against fucking around with teachers from other schools.

So in July of 2005 I decide to attend this week-long conference in Tulsa. This is not one of those exotic locations that I’d like to have a chance to travel, but it does count as getting away from home, staying in a nice hotel, and not having to pay for it. When I get there, I find out that one of the female teachers from my school is attending as well. “Oh shit,” I think to myself. My plan was to hit some of the local gay bars in Tulsa to find some fun (in case one of the other guys at the conference didn’t pan out). But hell, now that Victoria is here, she’ll want to hang out during the evening hours simply because she doesn’t know anyone else. She even sits next to me in the classroom.

I agreed to go to dinner with her that night. While eating pizza, Victoria and I sit together and we talk a little shop. However, at one point she turns the conversation into a completely different direction and starts making comments about some of the customers being rather attractive. The odd part was that she kept pointing out various guys to me. Well, of course this did not upset me, I was just shocked that she would be that blatant about it. Eventually she noticed the semi-confused expression on my face and remarked, “Hello, Jonathan, I know you’re gay and I’m just trying to help you out.”

She went on to let me know that she’s known for a while. Apparently a guy that I used to date was actually a good friend of hers. During the time we were dating, Tim kept telling her about this great guy he was seeing and in the process of hearing Tim’s stories Victoria put two and two together and realized she knew me too. Tim and I had dated for about four months when we realized that we made better friends than lovers; although I’m versatile he was a total bottom and couldn’t fully give me what I need in a physical relationship.

We shared some good laughs at dinner and it sort of broke the tension I was experiencing over having to put on a good front and be polite to her for this whole week. We ended up talking and laughing so long (now in the hotel’s bar) that I eventually concluded that it was too late to hit Tulsa’s nightlife that night (how good could it be for a Monday anyway). Based on Victoria’s attitude and coolness with me being gay, I was beginning to think there might actually be hope of me getting some dick on this trip after all.

Back in the classroom on the second day, Victoria and I kept passing notes back and forth talking about some of the other guys in the classroom. There were these to nerdy guys from Little Rock (each sort of cute in their nerdy way) who were fascinated by every word that the presenter had to say. I personally thought the presenter was an absolute idiot; reason I didn’t feel bad about passing notes. There was another guy from a magnate school in Wichita how was totally not anybody’s type, straight or gay; he just had a very odd personality and his behavior just took away any good looks he might have had. Then there were Jessie and Luke. Jessie was from a small suburban public high school near Oklahoma City; opposite side of the city than where Victoria and I taught. He had short cut light brown hair that he wore in one of those preppy spiked up styles and he had the most piercing shade of cobalt blue eyes. His polo shirt and kaki slacks added to his cute preppy persona. Jessie’s clothing was just the right amount of tight so that you could get a clear hint of the definition this baseball coach had on him. Luke was from a private Catholic high school in the Tulsa area. He had black hair that had some length to it, but not passed his shoulders, and brown eyes. He wore his plaid shirt and jeans a little bit loose so that it was hard to get a clear read on his body type. I was developing a crush on Jessie while Victoria clearly felt I should go after Luke. As of that point, the only quasi advantage that Luke had over Jessie was that he did have a short trimmed beard. I’m a sucker for facial hair. The funny thing was that I was not getting any form of bleep on my gay-dar from either one of them. But hey, it can be fun to fantasize, right?

Victoria and I again had dinner and drinks and, after remembering that most of Tulsa’s gay bars have drag shows on Tuesday, I opted not to go out that night.

The third day Jessie was again in a similar preppy outfit. I could have sworn that a couple of times during the morning session he stretched and turned around for the sole purpose of making eye contact with me. Maybe I was just getting a little a horny and imagining it. Luke, however, was not dressed the same as the day before. Luke wore a skin tight orange t-shirt with green lettering on it. You could clearly see the six-pack on his torso. That alone was enough to make me drool. However, Luke was also wearing tight and faded jeans with a few small rips in the mid thigh and knee areas and he was also wearing black boots. With the beard he was wearing, he was just giving off a hot bad-boy look that made me very aroused. He too kept turning around, but I sensed that he was checking out Victoria. I’m thinking, “Dude, she’s married and has a kid…if you want to fuck something then fuck me.”

During the morning break and again at lunch, I made no bones about letting Luke know that I was checking him out. He never let on that he knew I was eyeing him nor did he give any signs that he disapproved if he knew. Luke did, however, find a way of standing or leaning that just made those tight jeans grab hold of his ass and squeeze. Luke had a nice ass. By mid-day on this third day, I had almost totally forgotten about Jessie.

During the afternoon session I was totally bored out of my mind with the presentation and was really feeling horny. I decided to head to the restroom and stroke it a little. Just before I got up, Luke glanced back toward Victoria and I. I smiled and winked at him (yes, I was that horny and that daring), but when he didn’t react I just assumed he was looking at Victoria.

I went to the restroom and went into the handicapped stall (extra room to spread out). I unzipped my fly, pulled down my pants and briefs and just began stroking myself. I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to take control. I had this thought that Luke really did notice my wink and that any minute he would come racing into the restroom and into my stall begging me to suck him dry. Wow, that would have been a great dream come true. I just kept stroking. Not too fast. I was in no hurry to get back to that lame presentation.

I was jolted from my thoughts when I did in fact hear the restroom door open. My heart pace picked up a little as I heard loud shoe soles pounding on the tile floor as the guy walked in. Then my heart all but stopped when the guy stopped right in front of my stall and a voice said “Let me in”. I noticed the shoes…Luke’s black boots.

Not wanting to let a chance go by and not really being too concerned that he was just going to try and kick my ass for flirting with him, I stood and unlatched the door. Luke walked in, told me to sit back down, and then latched the door closed. He then looked me dead in the eye with this cocky assed, shit eating grin and said “Go ahead, suck it”.

I didn’t need to be asked twice, or was I being told? Either way, I reached up and unbuckled his black leather belt, popped the snap, and then unzipped his tight jeans. The jeans were so tight that they did not hide the rigid bulge in Luke’s crotch. The jeans fell to his knees and I leaned forward and started sucking on his cock right through his bright red bikinis (damn, how did he know what turned me on?) After getting the bikinis so wet that I could clearly see every vein in his hard cock, I unleashed the beast. Luke’s cock had to be at least 7 inches and rather thick. I just dove on for whatever I could get.

While sucking, Luke’s hands found the back of my head and gave me some gentle but intentional guidance. I kept one hand on the portion of his cock my mouth couldn’t reach, with the other hand tugged on each of his balls. Luke enjoyed the hand on his balls, but every time I tried to move my mouth to suck on his balls he redirected my face back to his cock. He definitely wanted me to suck him dry. I then tried to let the hands wonder around some. He let me touch his hairy legs, but said a loud “NO” when I tried to caress his crack. He was letting me know that he was straight and just wanted his dick sucked.

Based on his grunts and thrusts and the grip on the back of my head I knew he was getting close. This was getting me so hot. Somehow I had totally forgotten that I was sitting there with my hard cock out too. As Luke reached the point of no return and started dumping his load down my throat, my dick got so excited that it started spewing without me having to finish stroking. I drank all of Luke’s juice but a spurt of mine landed on the tip of one of his boots. After he finished cumming and pulled his pants back up he noticed my deposit on his boot and raised his leg and rested the soiled boot on my knee. “Lick it off” he commanded. By this point I was so turned on that I would have gladly done anything this hot stud demanded. And so I licked my cum off of his boot. Damn…that got me so hot I sprung another hard on.

Luke unlatched the door and left. I re-latched it and went to town to finish off my second load. I made a major mess all over that stall, but decided to leave it so another guy would know that two studs had gotten off in there.

As soon as I got my clothing straightened back up I returned to the presentation classroom. Luke never looked back and although Victoria kept smiling at me, it just wasn’t the look that relayed that she knew anything.

Damn, Luke was hot. Maybe Victoria was right in her preference of him over Jessie. All I know is that since I had blown two loads in that restroom that afternoon I was in no shape to try and find another trick that night. I was exhausted. I did have dinner with Victoria that evening, but we both decided to call it an early night and get some rest. Tulsa’s gay night life would have to wait one more evening for me.

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