Gay Erotic Stories

Today was a hot and humid in the streets of L.A. Everywhere you went to there was no sign of air conditioning at all. Today was the first day of my senior year at school. I drove myself and I was feeling good. I had on Yellow Timbs, Black FUBU pants, and a white wife beater. I had my corn rolls fresh and oiled up and my dark chocolate toned muscular body was oiled up. I was looking good for my first day. I am 18 years old, 6 ft 2 close to 3 inches, 189lbs of pure muscle, I have large Carmel colored eyes and I’m growing a goatee. I also was on the basketball and football team last year, but I’m not doing it this year. One of the qualities that both men and women like on my body is my hairiness. I know this my sound funny, but its true. I have a hairy chest, hairy arms, legs, and ass, but none on my back.

I finally arrived at school at an earlier time then usual, and I went to my first class, which was Art/Drawing class. I entered the room and there stood a very tall and muscular white male teacher. I walked in he said to me. "I am Mr. Johnson, your art teacher," he said with his seductive, deep voice.

"Hi…sir I am Jamal Haughton." I said stuttering.

He grinned and held out his hand for handshake. I grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. He had a nice firm grip, but his hands were smooth as glass. "You can take a seat anywhere you want in this class."

"Thank you sir," I said and quickly rushed to the first seat. He turned his back to the chalkboard and wrote down what was planned for today. As he was writing, I examined his body features. He looked to be 6 ft. 5 or 4 inches tall, probably was 200 something pounds, but it looked like it was all muscle. I couldn't really tell from his black button-up shirt. He had blonde spiked up hair, a very nice and trimmed goatee, and very long, thick legs. I can only image how much he was packing in those jeans. His skin was also very pale, but it looked very smooth. He turned around and unbuttons his shirt, my mouth dropped as I saw his chest hair come out, because it was a big turn on for me. My 8-inch, dark chocolate dick was hard as a rock. It was hard to keep it down under the desk. Then the minute bell rang and people started coming in the classroom. My friend Terence came and sat next to me and noticed my hard on. "Boy wassup with you? Besides your dick?" he said and started giggling.

"Man I was lookin' at that fine ass girl across the room". I said covering up my hard on. "Oh she is fine ain't she?" I knew I wasn't interested in girls. All I wanted was this fine ass teacher to be with me. Class went on and the teacher started talking about contrasting in pictures. I started drifting away, daydreaming about him taking his clothes off and showing his beautifully fit body, his hairy chest, his rock hard abs, and his biceps. He definitely worked out at the gym. When it came down to his pants he stopped. I awoke from my daydream by Terence.

“Hey man, pay attention. You hear what he said?" he said whispering loud.

"What he say?" I asked, still in a fog..

"He said to draw something that has good contrast or something like that." I rolled my eyes. He never knew what he was doing. I turned around in my chair to look at that gorgeous teacher again and got an idea.

Within 15 minutes I had drawn two men shaking hands, one was black and was white, (Like equality between races). Mr. Johnson told us to turn them in at the end of the hour. As Mr. Johnson gave us our next assignment, he tapped me on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Can I see you after class? I need to talk to you about something." His warm breath felt good blowing at my neck. I said okay and he pat my back. "Yo' man what he want from you?" Terence said. (Maybe he wants some black ass; of course I was thinking that to myself. J). "I don't know, maybe my drawin' was a lil' racy."

After school I walked up to his classroom, I had just back from gym and I was sweating, I’m glad I had an extra wife beater with me, but my aroma was kinda strong. I peaked through the window and he was checking papers. I knocked on the door and waved for me to come in. I walked in and he told me to sit in a chair next to him. My hands and my forehead started sweating. I sat down next to him smelling his strong cologne, hypnotizing me, and he pulled out my drawing. "Damn I knew something was up with my drawing," I said in my head.

"Alright Jamal, I just wanted to let you know how creative your drawing is. I love the contrast shading between the white and black man." As he spoke, I drifted off and looking at his long, strong, hairy, veiny arms and fingers. I wanted to suck on those fingers so bad. I didn't see a wedding ring on him so I knew I was safe. I looked at his lips; damn I wanted to kiss those soft looking red lips. I bet he was a good kisser with lips like that. "Do you know what I mean Jamal?" he said.

"Oh yes, I do," I woke up. Mr. Johnson got up out of his seat and started stretching. I saw his huge pecs pressing up against his shirt. "Man, its really hot in here," he said and he unbuttoned his shirt even more, and more hair popped out on his big chest. He sat back down and his cologne was freely spreading around the room, hypnotizing me again. “Yeah it is kinda hot up in here," I agreed. This was my chance to show him my hairy chest. I opened up my shirt and steam came out (It was burning up in his room…or was it me?) I revealed my chest hair and my rock hard 6-pack that had a trail of hair leading down to my crotch.

"Wow Jamal, you are really hairy for a black man," he said shocked.

"Well I get it from my dad." I sat back down. "Hmmm…can I feel your chest? I never touched another man’s chest before." I said, knowing that was a bold-faced lie. He nodded and took my hand and rubbed it against his pale, hairy chest. I was feeling the warmth of his body and gave me an instant hard on. I heard him moan softly and I grabbed his pink (now erect) nipples and squeezed them lightly, and then harder to make him moan more.

He spoke, "Jamal see our contrast? Your dark chocolate skin against my pale white hands.”

I smiled showing my pearly white teeth. He went down and started rubbing my chest hair. I took my hand and put it in his mouth and he sucked on it like a chocolate licorice stick. He pinched my nipples hard and I winced from the pain but smiled because it felt good at the same time.

He stopped and let go of me. "Jamal we shouldn't do this here. Let's go to my place."

I stood up and buttoned my shirt; we walked out the door together…

(To Be Continued)