Gay Erotic Stories

As a college professor I made a promise with myself not to ever get involved with my students. But believe me, I was tempted. Somehow my course became known as an easy A in the jocks of the school. There were so many hot guys in my class. Okay, maybe I was a little lenient on the hot ones. I was only human. Can you blame me? But last semester... There was this one guy. Lacrosse player. Hottest guy. Perfect body. Face of a model. And he knew it. He knew everyone was looking at him. Everyone wanted to be him. And he could get away with everything. He tried too. Didn't hand in a single assignment in my class. Breezed through every exam without a care. Finally, I had to confront him on it. He asked when my office hours were. He wanted to talk in private. He rubbed his nipple when he asked this. I didn't make anything of it. Maybe I should have. Later, he showed up at my office. Leaving the door open is office policy, but when he walked in wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts, fresh from the gym, he said it was cold and shut the door. I didn't argue. I started giving him my usual speech about the importance of an education and how he was slacking. He just leaned back in his chair and watched me with this intense gaze. I forgot what I was even saying, getting lost in his eyes, his body. When I finished, he asked me... So. What do I have to do to get an A? I said study harder. He asked if he could do anything else? He worked HARD at other things. I looked at him a minute and I could swear he was coming on to me. Finally, he said it was even hotter in there. Mind if he got more comfortable? I shrugged and he took off his t-shirt, making the most of it. Flexing every muscle as he stripped down to his tank top. Really tight. Revealing every tan, taut muscle. I tried to hide what I was feeling, but it was clear he knew. He flexed and asked again. What did he have to do to get an A? I couldn't speak. He said he'd do anything. He grabbed his crotch. Squeezed it. This perfect young stud of a jock was ready to do anything. I valued my job, couldn't put it at risk. I somehow managed to restrain myself. “I can't do anything like that”, I said. He wasn't cowed in the least. He pulled off his tank. Unzipped his fly. Then just watch, he said. Enjoy. He started playing with himself. His body. His muscles. Jerking at that cock in his pants. I was going crazy.