Gay Erotic Stories

I will relate this story to you, but not in total detail. These events took place in college and involved my athletic coach. The college and the sport I played are irrelevant and might give away more information than is proper. I knew I was gay and had adjusted to being gay in a straight world. I also knew there were others like myself both at school and in the business world. I acted straight as all the other athletes did that I came in contact with. There were plenty of athletes I met in college that I used to hope were gay and would somehow reveal themselves to me, but that never happened. However, the head coach of my athletic department did. I had admired Coach in a sexual way from the first time I met him. He was about 40 to 45 years old and a true athlete. Six feet and 220 pounds, with slightly graying hair, a jet-black stubble would appear on his face at the end of the day, but he kept it shaven clean and never grew a beard. His physique was all but perfect. Muscular shoulders that tapered to his waist where his slacks (or shorts) hung from his hips. His voice had a deep but soft quality to it and when he spoke, I could not help but look at the two soft blue eyes that were sheltered under dark eyebrows. His lips held more fascination for me. They were full and always moist and appealing. He never made a public issue of it, but most of us knew he was single. I never heard anyone question whether or not he was straight. His manner and appearance confirmed it. It was never questioned. Saturday afternoon, I went to our gym facility and did my usual workout. There were some men there, but after a short while I was alone in the gym. I went to the locker room and took a shower and changed into my street clothes. I grabbed my bag and began walking toward the exit door. Coach appeared out of his office door in the hallway and spoke to me. It was not our usual conversation, but seemed more of a casual kind of thing. After a minute or two, he suggested I take a few minutes to rest and come into his office and sit for a while. I obliged him. Coach closed and locked the door. He did it with his body blocking my view, but I could hear the lock slip into place. I sat in a chair in front of his desk and he sat on the front of his desk facing me with one foot on the floor and the other dangling at the knee. We chatted for a while about this and that and then he openly nudged his nuts with his hand as if to reposition them. As he did so, he pulled the leg of his short slightly open in an offhand kind of manner. Seconds later as we talked, I stole a quick glance at his crotch and to my surprise through the gaping leg of his shorts; I saw the egg shape of his left nut. I was silent for a few moments and then realized my dick was starting to get hard and push down my left leg. Coach looked directly at my dick and kind of gave a soft, almost unnoticeable smile. He then lifted his blue eyes to mine and stared in silence for seconds. A lump came to my throat and I swallowed hard. He said nothing, but stood and held out his open right hand to me. With my left, I took it and he pulled gently to get me to rise to my feet. In a smooth motion, he pulled me to his chest and wrapped both arms around me. His lips went immediately to my neck where he placed several warm kisses. His mouth open, he now went to my ear where I could hear the soft whisper of his breath. He placed a warm wet tongue in my ear and my knees shook and collapsed. He held me even more tightly, supporting me, and pushing a firm tongue into my ear. Pausing, he put his huge hand to my face and caressed me as he kissed my ear, then my neck. Then with both hands he held my face and kissed me softly on my lips. I could smell his clean face and taste his mouth. Now my arms held him. I pulled at the back of his tee shirt and ran my hands up his rock hard back. I could feel the light growth of hair on his lower back and the heat of his skin. I began to breathe deeper and faster. We kissed and caressed each other's body for long minutes. I could not resist the temptation any longer and ran my hands behind the elastic band of his shorts. His butt cheeks were as smooth as glass and just as hard. My hands now pushed his shorts lower and I moved my hands to his lower abdomen where the growth of hair resumed. A silky softness covered my fingers as I moved my hands to his pubes. An inch lower and I found the rock hard flesh of his dick. Putting my fist around his member, I heard him breathe out the sound of "Ahhh....". His body now arched toward me pushing his hips gently forward. I now moved back slightly and looked down at a beautiful, perfectly formed, cut penis. It was not large, but fit comfortably in my palm. My own dick was now uncomfortable, and I began to undress. As I did, he pulled his tee shirt over his head and watched with shiny eyes as I peeled my clothes. His eyes dropped to my penis and he reached and put a warm, almost hot, hand over my own root. My hands went to his shoulders for support as the sensation once more caused my knees to weaken. Coach gently stroked my penis, and almost immediately, blobs of clear fluid dripped off my dick. He rubbed the lube over the head of my dick and then in a quick sequence, spit in his palm, rubbed it all over the shaft of my dick and then turned around. He bent over his desk, and with both hands, spread his massive cheeks, exposing his ass hole. No words being spoken, I knew beyond any doubt that he wanted my dick in his ass. As I pressed the head of my penis to the warm crevice between his cheeks, he moved his hands and grabbed the opposite side of his desk. I pushed gently into his hole, a fraction of an inch and then a pause. Then another fraction. He gave no indication of discomfort and waited for me to enter all of my cock in his butt. As the last inch of my dick entered him and he felt the hair of my pubes pressing against him, he softly spoke and said, "Put your load in my ass......please...........please." As he spoke, he contracted his sphincter muscle around my dick. I suppressed a loud moan that became a soft grunt. The warmth of his body and the soft squeeze of his ass muscle triggered a reflexive hunching action in my hips. I held on to his back as best I could and pumped my hips in and out. He turned his head and spoke quietly, "That's good.....feels good.....". Seconds passed and I could hear the sound of his half hard dick slapping the front panel of his desk as I bumped his ass. My body began to give me the warning of my approaching explosion, and I bent my knees slightly to angle my dick upward. My hands now moved around his hips and found his dick that had softened a bit. Cupping his nuts with one hand, I jacked his dick with the other and continued my jerky fuck of his hole. His root stiffened and he began to groan very softly. Suddenly, I could not hold back any longer and I straightened up, grasped his hips and snapped my hips sharply into his ass. One, two, three, and four violent jerks produced the same number of spurts from my dick. His whisper became, "Yesss....yeah....cum...". One last thrust and my load was done. I paused for a second and then began to ease my dick out of his butt. As it fell out, Coach turned quickly, sat on his desk, and started to jack his dick. I watched as he pulled at the skin of his nuts and stroked his pipe. He quickly reached his peak, and as he did, he pinched the hole of his dick between thumb and forefinger. Putting his other hand to my shoulder, he urged me to my knees. As I knelt in front of him. He flexed his knees slightly to bring his dick to my mouth. "Take it.....take it......I can't hold back." I opened my mouth inches in front of his root and he released his fingers. A rope of semen left the end of his dick. A bit of it went into my mouth, but most on my chest and the floor. Coach froze in his bent position as a second pulse of cum squirted and went over my shoulder. I could hear it hit the tiled floor with a soft splat. Coach then sank back onto the desk and steadied himself by gripping the edge of the desk. He shuddered several times and hung his head. I stood and put my arms around him. He hugged me as we stood/sat and felt the afterglow of sex ease away. His warm hands moved over my back and he kissed me again and again. We remained in each other's arms for some minutes. He reached for a towel and wiped both my body and his. In the following months and years, we had sex often. We used better judgment however and met discreetly at his home where we spent countless weekends in each other's company. I regret to say that our feelings never reached the point of a relationship, but when I graduated, he came to me and warmly wished me the best. He also asked that I not forget him. That is not a likely event.