Gay Erotic Stories

His name is Shandi and he is 5’10, 170 pounds, with dirty blond hair and crystal blue eyes – the type that just peer straight through you. He has a sexy smile with deep dimples in his cheeks, always aimed at the hottest girls. His muscular build shows off his jock-boy looks. He has a nice chest with pecs that cause his shirt to lift up and biceps that bulge when the arm is raised. His hands are large and veined and he wears a gold ring on the third finger. The bulge in his pants is an eye-catcher; unlike any other that I saw around school.

One day Shandi got up and left class to go take a piss. I waited a few minutes and followed him. I entered the bathroom and noticed that he was at the urinal holding his cock with one hand. I saw the vein that ran down the length of his arm as he held his cock. I stood two urinals to the left of him. He saw me and started conversation. My heart raced and all I could think about was the fact that one urinal divided him from me and how I wanted to wrap my lips around his big cock.

I couldn’t resist and needed to see the cock of my favorite jock. I glanced down and there was a very long and thick, flaccid white cock. My eyes were glued. Shandi looked at me and asked if I liked what I saw. He then looked at my cock and noticed my hard-on. He told me to follow him into the stall. Once in, he shut the door and made me sit on the toilet. He dangled his cock in front on my face as my tongue hung out like that of a dog. I licked at his cock head until he stiffened. I took inch after inch until Shandi had all nine inches stuffed down my throat.

After a few moments he was pounding hard, but pulled out suddenly. He told me to stand up and turn around. He bent me at the waist and spit into his hand, lubing up my tight and eager hole. He covered my mouth with his hand and proceeded to slide the entire length of his cock into me, slapping my ass with his low-hanging balls. He let out a loud grunt and whispered into my ear that he has caught me on many occasions staring at him and is just giving me what I know I want.

Well, he was right. I pushed into him trying to take more of his cock. We entered a beautiful rhythm of fucking that blew my mind. I don’t even know if someone came into the bathroom at that point. All I cared about was this stud stuffing me with his huge cock. I imagined running my hands along his arms and chest, being sure to play with his now erect nipples. After a few minutes, he pulled out and sprayed his juice all over my face. He made me lick every last drop off the head of his cock.

He smiled, did up his jeans and went back to class. I rested for a few more minutes, trying to take in what had just happened and jacking off to the last image etched in my mind of my favorite jock fucking me hard.

I came and went back to class. Shandi made eye contact as I returned to my seat and I saw him lower his hand to give his package a small squeeze. Maybe he was ready for round two. I guess I had to wait until lunch to find out

*** The names in this story have been changed for privacy reasons***

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