Gay Erotic Stories

I'd been teaching for a few years at a state school and must confess I've fantasized plenty about some of my students. We've got some strong sports teams and equally strong young studs playing on them. I consider myself very lucky whenever I get some of them in my class. They kick back in their shorts and tank tops and I memorize each and every bulge on their perfectly trained bodies so I can go home and jerk off over them. Not that I don't get my share of attention. I'm not bad looking and have my share of fun. But never with a student. I promised I'd never cross that line. Tempted though I may be. One such stud who tempted me to no end was Billy: Six feet tall, sandy brown hair, built like the lacrosse player he was, perfect smile, model face, and eyes that could melt you. He resembled that porn star Marco Rossi, but was even better looking. He was hot. And he knew it. There were always girls around him in class. I didn't mind that as long as he kept showing up, wearing clothes that showed off that perfect, well-tanned body of his in all his perfection. Many a night I'd go home and scream his name as I stroked my meat. Awww yeah, Billy! Awww Billy! Fuck, Billy! You are a fucking god! It wouldn't take long for me to shoot. But that's all it was, one helluva shooting fantasy. At least that's all I thought. Billy wasn't much of a student. His grades basically sucked. I was sure he was smart, but could see he didn't put much effort into anything. His assignments were consistently late, etc. I realized he must have had it easy all his life. Sliding by on his looks. And no one was immune to that smile of his. As it was getting towards the end of the semester, I noticed Billy sitting more towards the front of class. He'd actually pay attention, staring at me intently throughout the lecture. It made me self-conscious because I'd usually spend my time focused on him and his body, gauging how tight his t-shirt fit around those big solid pecs of his. From time to time when I'd look at him, he'd start rubbing his chest or his biceps. I'd instantly get hard. Thankfully, I was behind a podium so my stiff cock wasn't visible. But I enjoyed it. One time I swear he squeezed his cock when I was looking at him and it looked hard. I figured he was thinking about his girlfriend. This guy was definitely straight. And even if not, I couldn't be his "type." But I shot two loads that night thinking about that sweet piece of meat. A few days later, I was in my office late in the evening when there was a knock at the door. It was Billy. Shit! He stood there in his sweats, still dripping perspiration from practice. He looked like a fucking god and I was alone with him in my office. He asked if we could talk. He raced here after practice to catch me at the end of my office hours. I said sure. Billy came in and shut the door behind him. I could barely take my eyes off him. We sat on opposite sides of the desk. He wanted to talk about his grades. He realized he wasn't doing too well and was hoping to pull up his average. Then he stopped and said he was really hot in here. Without a word, he stood up and took off his sweatshirt. When he peeled it up, I got a glimpse of his glistening six pack abs, marked only by a slight treasure trail heading south. He pulled the sweatshirt off and tugged his tank top back down. He looked at me and said that felt better. He smiled then asked me if I was hot? I shook my head. Billy said you look kind of hot. I didn't know how to take it for and tried to return to the subject of his grades. I kept trying to remind myself he was my student. He was my student. He was my hot young stud of a student. He just looked at me as I went on about extra credit assignments he could do to pull up his grades. But he finally said that he didn't have time for that. With practice and his other classes, he just wouldn't have the time. I looked at him and wondered exactly what he expected then? If he doesn't do the work, he doesn't get the grade. Billy looked at me and said, “I was thinking maybe we could figure out some other way to raise my gpa.” I was stunned. Could he really be saying what I thought he was saying? Was this god offering up sex for a better grade? Shit! I played dumb, said I didn't know what he was talking about. Billy smiled, called me on it. He said he saw me looking at his body. I denied it, but Billy says he can tell when people are watching him. “It's no sweat. Happens all the time. A lotta people want me. Girls, guys.” I was dying. My cock was hard as a fucking rock. And Billy asked me again. Wasn't there something he could do to raise his grade? I told him that no matter what he thought, he was my student. Billy ignored that, and asked me if my cock was hard. I didn't answer, just told him that I would not risk my job for something like this. Billy's response was to stand up and peel off his tank top. I sat there with my mouth open, possibly drooling, at the sight of his smooth, sculpted chest and packed, pumped arms just standing there before me. He just grinned and asked me again, “Are you hard?” to be continued...