Gay Erotic Stories

This story is total fiction and should not be ready by anyone under the age of eighteen. Okay...now that you have totally ignored that lets move on.

I sat there in my English class, my teacher droning on about Macbeth. It was early January and I had only been at the high school for a little over a semester. I had moved to live with my dad after spending eighteen years living with my mom. But this day dreaming had become rather routine for me. I had the distinct pleasure of sitting a few rows behind and to the right of one of the hottest guys at our tiny little school.

His name was Jake; he was between five ten and six feet tall. He kept his brown hair cut short and generally had a little bit of stubble along his jaw. His beautiful mysterious brown eyes seemed to suck me in whenever I looked into them. But what I really loved about him was his body. He played football on the Varsity team and had the body of a high school god. He wears t shirts that were tight across the chest and sort of left everything else to the imagination, and on the rare occasion that he wore sweat pants I got a glimpse of a bulge that made my mouth water.

I however was not at all what I would call “hot” I have average looks, short, military cut brown hair, grey eyes and average body. I would have liked to look better but you have to play the cards you are dealt. I moved to live with my dad in June and stared out at the West High School in August. I get average grades and tend to be the kid that sits in class quietly hoping not to get noticed. Anyway back to the story.

A few weeks ago (Right before Christmas break) I got pulled out of my art class to go talk to my counselor, Mrs. Stapleton. I knew that I wasn’t in trouble when she smiled as I walked in and dropped my stuff by the only chair in her office before sitting down so I returned her smile.

“You wanted to talk to me about something?” I asked as I rested my right ankle on my left knee and watched her.

She nodded and turned to a note on her desk reading off of it “You are doing well in English right?”

I answered in the normal non-descript shrug that I used when asked a question by a teacher.

She nodded and handed me an envelope with my name on it. “You can go back to class now” she said.

I nodded and stood up walking back down the hall as I pulled the envelope open and began to read.

Dear Mr. Vogt,

You have been selected for the “Tutor a player” program due to your aptitude for English. In your first study session with the football player you will be tutoring the chosen player tomorrow night at eight pm at the West High School Library. Sincerely

W. Johnson.

I read the letter four times to be sure before I got back to class. Great, I got stuck teaching a jock how to speak a language that he had been speaking for years. To say the least I was more than a little annoyed at the prospect of having my Wednesday evening stolen from me.

After fourth block I went to the football coach’s room and showed him the letter. He was a younger teacher and very cute but I was in no mood to flirt so I just waited while he pulled out a folder.

“You are going to be tutoring Jake…his English grades are slipping and he needs to have a B average to stay on the team for spring practice. I saw your English grades and that he was in class with you so I thought it you could help make sure he keeps up.” He said as he looked over the folder.

I nodded and offered a quick Okay before grabbing the letter and running out to catch the bus. I had been stewing on the protest of the situation all day but it seemed to disappear at the thought of spending two hours alone with the guy that I had a crush on, and have had a crush on since the beginning of the year.

So I got home, and dumped my stuff like I normally do before I hopped into the shower and cleaned up. Putting on a fresh pair of jeans and a clean shirt I grabbed a bit to eat and headed back to the school. The trip isn’t a long one but it seemed to take forever due to the nervous giddy feeling that had settled in my stomach. I came up to the front doors of the school and looked around, it was dark already and standing outside the school in the pitch black gave me the feeling that I was doing something wrong as I pulled the door open and went to the library. Flicking the switch as I went in I sighed and sat down at one of the computers to wait for Jake. It wasn’t long before I decided to go wander around, I had never had the run of the school before.

I wandered down the math hall. I stopped halfway down the hall, besides the squeaking of my own shoes there was another sound. A soft groan was coming from the end of the hall. Suddenly very interested I pulled my shoes off and ran toward the end of the hall, sliding to a stop and staring at the empty freshman hall. The groaning wasn’t coming from the hall though; it was coming from the boy’s bathroom.

Once again I padded toward the bathroom and peaked around the partition into the main area. There was Jake, leaning against the wall, with his cock in hand, pounding away at it with his pants around his ankles. My eyes went wide and I stared in silence as I reached down and massaged the growing bulge in my own jeans. It was only a few minutes before he bent at the knees and moaned loud, jerking his cock faster as he shot his load across the room.

He sighed and slid down to the floor grabbing a wad of paper towels and wiping his still twitching cock up. He smiled and looked around. His face went white as our eyes locked. I turned and grabbed my shoes, running out of the bathroom and rounding the corner my socks slid across the tile floor and slipped out from under me, the last thing I saw was Jake running out of the bathroom as I smacked into the floor with a sickening crack, and then stars flashed in my eyes and I was out. I woke up flat on my back, a pounding in my head as I stared up at the skylight in the library, turning to look around I sat the bookshelves and sighed. It was obvious that I was lying on a table. Reaching up I gingerly touched the bump on my head and winced as I heard Jake holler.

“Don’t move…don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He came closer offering me a bag of ice that I can only assume he got from the teacher’s lounge.

I nodded and put it on the bump on my head before I sighed “I…I didn’t mean to spy but I heard moaning and wanted to make sure someone wasn’t hurt…”

I turned to look at him hoping that he would buy the lie. The smirk on his face told me that he didn’t. He shook his head as he leaned on the table and looked down at me.

“So your telling me that bulge in your pants when you fell was because you thought someone was hurt?” He said in an almost mocking tone.

I shrugged and sat up slowly, groaning as the pain once again filled my head. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back onto the table. The contact with this guy that I had the hots for sent a shiver down my back as I looked up at him and smiled muttering. “thanks”

He just nodded and moved to sit by my head, watching me closely as I did the same to him.

“So did you enjoy the show?” The question caught me off guard and I blinked before nodding as I felt the blood rush into my cheeks.

He shot me a sort of sideways grin and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a gentle but very hot kiss that lasted for several seconds.

I just sort of stared up at him when he stood back up and smiled down at me.

He just smiled and watched me for a few minutes until I sat up quickly and tried to stand, it was then that the room swam in front of me and I blacked out again, waking up in a chair with Jake watching me concerned.

Before he could say anything though I spoke, “You kissed me…” I whispered.

He nodded and smiled “And you kissed me back”

I blushed and looked away “I thought you were…”

“Straight? It’s just an act for the football team…”

I nodded and smiled as I stared into his beautiful brown eyes for a few minutes before leaning toward him and pressing my lips to his, letting them linger as I felt his tongue slide between his lips to lick mine as if asking for permission to move from just a kiss to something else. Slowly I ran my hands up his arms and around his neck as I parted my lips for him and closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the lingering moments of pleasure that I felt in his kiss.

Far sooner than I would have liked he pulled his tongue from my mouth and broke the seal of our lips to smile at me.

“Let’s take this somewhere else.”

Confused I lean back and blink “Where?”

He laughed and shook his head. “There is this nice little place here in town that I like to call home…it’s a place where the bedrooms are soundproof and have locks…” he winked and I laughed as I stood, slower this time, and made my way back to the table to gather my stuff, Jake hot on my heels.

Turning as I put my backpack over one shoulder I watched him look up from my ass, smiling I turned and started for the door to the library. I knew he was behind me because I could hear his foot steps, but I didn’t know how far behind me, so when his hand came to rest on my hip I jumped and turned to stare into his smiling eyes as we walked in silence to his car.

I slid into the passengers seat and put my stuff on the floor of the front seat as I put on my seatbelt and watched him climb in, smiling and turning to look out the window as we drove down Wilmore road toward what I assumed was his house. Turning back to him I smiled and just watched him as he drove. I could tell it was making him self conscious by the small sidelong glances he kept giving me but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“What is it? Something on my face?” he asked nervously.

I shook my head and laughed. “No…just trying to wake myself up from this fantasy that’s all…”

When he stopped the car at one of the three lights in town he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine in a slow sweet kiss that lasted as long as the light. When it changed again he pulled away and kept on driving, his hand resting on my leg lightly as he smiled that sweet smile. I relaxed easily looking over at him, as I felt the heat from his hand on my thigh spread up though my leg and the rest of my body slowly. Sighing, my eyes drifted closed and I just sat there enjoying the feeling of his hand on my leg as we drove in silence. I jumped when I felt his hand grip my thigh, looking around I blinked and smiled sleepily, he just sat staring at me smiling for a moment before speaking.

“You fell asleep… We’re here…”

It was just the house I imagined him living in, a nice colonial style home that was obviously built with modern techniques, a big front yard and what seemed like a good bit of land to go with it. I looked over at him once for a moment before climbing out of the car and heading toward the door. It was obvious by the lack of cars, lights or sounds from the house that no one was home, so I didn’t bother waiting, I just opened the door and stepped inside to look around for a minute.

(Email me @ borah_brat06@hotmail.com with suggestions or ideas for part two!)