Gay Erotic Stories

I loved my seat in Sex Ed during the spring of my senior year. The class was taught in one of the biology labs, so the teacher, Mr. Doyle, was seated on a stool behind a large counter. We students all sat at smaller versions of the counter. And from my seat, there was a glorious reflection in the glass pane of the supply closet behind Mr. Doyle. From where I was sitting, I had a perfect view of the reflection of his beautiful back and meaty ass sitting on his stool. He was, and I'm sure still is, a stunning man - Italian good looks. Hairy, but not ape-like, and stacked with beefy muscle that sent me over the edge. He favored wearing wife-beaters and sweat pants, with a zipped sweatshirt that he removed as often as possible. That image is emblazoned on my mind, because one fine spring day, I noticed that he wasn't sitting on his stool as he usually did. He was simply standing behind the counter, which was high enough that no one would really notice his being seated or not. But I could clearly see in the glass, and I thought it was odd that he would be standing, especially because we were taking a fairly long test and he'd have to stand for quite a while.

Then something caught my eye. I looked up from my test and noticed in the reflection Mr. Doyle's sweats being pulled down, but he had both hands on the desk in front of him. Someone was under the counter and obviously having a great time. I checked Mr. Doyle's face, and he was doing a pretty good job at hiding his pleasure. But since I knew what was going on I could see the rise and fall of his breath, and the squint of ecstasy in his eyes.

I couldn't believe what was happening, and I couldn't believe my luck at being a witness to it. So often I had dreamed of getting my lips around that beautiful dick that I had seen outlined in his sweats. Now I was getting to watch him get sucked off in front of an entire class that had no clue! But just when I thought it couldn't get any better - it did.

A pair of hands appeared on Doyle's clenched ass. They stroked those stunning globes with gentle desire. Then one hand disappeared and reappeared between his legs, sliding a middle finger up and down the crack, and trying to get to the hole that was guarded by those huge mounds of muscle. When the finger reached its target, I could see Doyle hold his breath and then close his eyes for a second. Then he regained his senses and put on his game face again, pretending to be grading papers.

And then it struck me. Those were a guy's hands on his ass. And not only that, but I knew who's hands they were! My 18th birthday was a month earlier, and I had the same birthday as Jeff Rudder and his twin sister. Jeff and I were friends and were on the baseball team together, and he was also the captain of the football team. We’d had a joint birthday party - at which he showed me a great new ring and bracelet he had gotten. The bracelet was a chunky silver chain, and the ring had a cool black stone in it, and I could see the ring and the bracelet as those hands explored Doyle's ass.

Jeff was the last person I'd think would enjoy sucking dick, but watching his hands on Doyle's ass, it was obvious that he loved his work. Doyle was slowly trying to pump in and out of Jeff's mouth without making it obvious, and the rhythmic clenching of his cheeks made me want to jump out of my seat and help Jeff out. I was beyond rock hard in my jeans. One wrong move, and I would have shot a huge load in my pants. I tried to get focused and lower my excitement level, but then I saw Doyle's hand grab for a stapler, and staple some papers together, but he didn't release it. He held that stapler clenched tight around those pages, and his jaw muscles tensed and his face flushed. The veins in his neck were throbbing, and I could see his ass tightening and held firm in Jeff's hands. Doyle let out a silent sigh, and his hips bucked involuntarily. I was watching this beautiful guy cum into the mouth of the captain of the football team!

He held that stapler shut for about 30 seconds, and then released it, and his body relaxed as he tried to inconspicuously catch his breath. Jeff's hands stroked Doyle's ass for a minute more and then disappeared again, to slide Doyle's pants back up his tree-trunk thighs. Then Jeff moved his head a bit, and caught my reflection in the glass. He stared at me shocked for a moment, but then as I smiled, he smiled too.

Then his expression hardened, and I could tell that he wasn't finished. He was jerking off, staring at me in the glass. He was harder to see, since he was in the darkness of the counter, but I could see his expression and feel the pounding of his hand on his meat. He didn't look away as he craned his neck back and opened his mouth, letting out a huge silent sigh as he shot his cum. Doyle even had to take a step back to avoid getting hit with what must have been a huge load.

I couldn't hold back either. I shifted in my seat, and just the feel of the denim on my cock sent me to the moon. I blew a thick load in the right leg of my jeans. I knew I'd have to figure out how to cover it up so I could get to my locker and change into my sweats, but at that moment I didn't care. I was in heaven. And apparently it showed. Not to anyone in the class, since they were busy taking their tests. But Doyle was looking right at me, and he knew what was happening. Not that I had seen him...but he must have wondered.

Needless to say, I barely got my name on that test, let alone answered any of the questions. But I ended up with an 'A' anyway. I'm sure Jeff had a little conversation with Doyle to help me out on that one.

And, by the next school year, I heard they had replaced that closet door with a solid wood door with no window.