Gay Erotic Stories

My name is John. I am 19 and live in England. When I was 13 I really had the hots for one of the new games teachers in our school. He was only 23 and had just started teaching We really got on well with each other and joked and laughed all the time. Gary took our class for football practice on a Tuesday after school. After practice one day, whilst waiting for my dad to pick me up, I was alone in the PE block with Gary. We joked as usual, I said I was going to 'beat the crap out of him' and we started to wrestle a little. I backed him up against a wall and pressed my backside into his groin. Straight away, through my football shorts, I could feel him go stiff. Half-heartedly he tried to push me away, but I pressed all the harder. I took his right hand and guided it to my knob. We stood there for a few minutes and then I heard my dad's car in the car park! I turned round and could see the bulge in Gary's joggers. I gave him a quick squeeze and left. Remember this is England - it's not legal to have sex until you are 18 and he was my teacher ! For the next few years there were quite a few occasions like the after training one. I could list each one quite easily : - there were quite a few times after training when we would shower but not touch, just look at each other's bodies and stiff knobs. - When I was 15, I went on a school residential visit with him. We stayed in a youth hostel and Gary shared a room with three of us boys. One night, when they were all Asleep, I crept across to his bed and stuck my hand down his boxers and had a good feel (I spunked up straight away that night without any need for a good rub). My mate Andrew saw me doing this. I really thought I was in the shit until he told me he would like me to wank him off as well! Andrew and I had good sex together for the next few years, but as far as Gary was concerned it was 'hands off, your too young.' - On a camping trip to Wales my tent blew down and I spent the night with Gary in his. We ended up rolling round in each others arms. He was as stiff as hell. The day I turned 18, my parents gave me the motorbike they had promised me for my birthday. That evening I drove to the sports club where Gary was working part-time. He was responsible for locking up after the punters had left. We sat and had a birthday drink from the bar, just the two of us. Eventually I said 'Come on, birthday day treat, I'm 18, we can shag now'. We ended up playing a game of wrestle/strip in the gym. The loser of each session had to take an item of clothing of. It didn't take long for us both to get naked. Each Friday for the past year we have had sex with each other - in the sports club swimming pool; in the middle of the local woods; on a picnic bench in . . . . . .