Gay Erotic Stories

As I reviewed my standings in all my classes, I only looked to be in danger of failing one class. That was Biology class, which I rarely made it to any of the labs because they were at 8:00 a.m. The professor seemed to be a nice guy, so I wanted to go talk to him and see if he would let me make up the work, and keep from failing the course. I gave him a song and dance about having to work and go to school and he fell for it, and agreed to let me make up the work. We arranged a time which ended up being on a Saturday morning. When I came to the lab, professor Gray wasn't wearing a shirt and tie like normal. He had on a T-shirt and jogging pants, and he was listening to a radio in his office. I had never really thought about it, but he was only in his early thirties and quite handsome—even attractive. He set up the labs and told me if I needed any help he would be in his office. I had already gotten the lab results from some of my classmates, so I was basically just going through the motions. After about an hour or so he came out of the office to see how I was doing. I glanced back and noticed his dick imprint in his sweat pants. Although I had never looked at him like that before, it was pretty impressive from what I could see. I kept tryin’ to sneak a peek, and I know he caught me looking. I needed to get some more supplies for a lab, so I went to the supply closet. I couldn't find it, so I called him into the closet. The closet was pretty narrow, so as he came in and walked past me it was a tight squeeze. When he walked past me I could feel his dick brush past my ass. He found what we were looking for but I stayed where I was so he would walk past me again. As he brushed up against me again, I arched back so I could feel his dick against my ass again. He walked past slower and more deliberate as I felt his whole dick rub against both cheeks. I reached back and grabbed his dick by the shaft. I reached back and stuck my hands into his sweat pants and stroked his massive tool. It was hot and thick and felt like a stick of dynamite. He started to kiss the back of my neck and reached around and started to stroke my steadily growing erection. We walked out of the closet and I sat up on the table as he sat on the stool in between my legs with his tongue in my mouth. As our tongues wrestled in each other's mouth, I wrapped my arms around him as I was lost in ecstasy. He started to kiss my neck and slowly worked his way down to my stomach. He unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing tool and licked the head and then started to work the shaft into his mouth. After a little maneuvering he began deep throating my meat as I held the back of his head. Within 15 minutes I felt tremors from my toes and I yelled out, “I'm cumming!” but he never missed a stroke and he kept sucking at the same pace--if not faster. As I laid back with my legs flaying in the air, he sucked and swallowed every single drop as I shot my load. Needless to say I passed my biology class that semester—make up or no make ip!