Gay Erotic Stories

"I have no idea," I respond and continue to read.

I'm bored, might as well check out the gay section. I stand up and head through the poetry shelves slowly looking at book titles. "Poetry for the Broken Heart," interesting enough, so I begin to read it.

"Do you go to Flagler?"

I look up at the same guy who asked me or the time and into his clean shaved face, his smooth cheeks, and black eyes.

"No."

"Do you know Scot Michaels?"

"No."

"What school do you go to?"

"I go to the community college."

He introduces himself as Jack Wills, 19 years old, attending Flagler. "I sell people stuff, porn, drugs, alcohol. So are you bi, gay or what?" he asks.

"I'm gay."

"Would you like to do something?"

"Like what?"

"Come on, you know." he lifted his eyebrow in a sexy manner. "Well…"

I sit on the floor. "I'd have to date you first."

"I don't date," he says.

I sit there and think about it for a long time. He goes over to the philosophy section but I can tell--he's just looking over at me.

"Well?" he comes back and asks.

"Okay," I was getting horny, "Why not?"

We both walk over to the bathroom. I go in and he follows me into the roomier disabled stall. "Let's see what you have," he whispers in my ear.

I pull my dick out and start stroking it, "That's good," he remarks.

"Let me give you head," I whisper to him. Without hesitation, he pulls his cut dick through his boxers. I tuck myself away and start getting to work on his hot 7" cock--so juicy; so great.

The door to the bathroom opens and he tells me to get beside the toilet so no one will see me. He sits down and I greedily get back to sucking hi, taking him into my mouth. Some pre-cum oozed out of him and I hungrily lap it up.

His hand takes my head and he brings it closer to his. We kiss, exchanging tongues and licking each other, his breath fresh from his stick of gum. I pump his dick and nibble his ear and he chuckles. I get back to work on his hot dick. It's so good. My blood is rushing. He sticks his hand down my pants and strokes my hard dick while he gets his great blow job.

The door to the bathroom opens again and someone walks up to our stall door and attempts to look over, I couldn't tell if he was disgusted at what he saw, if anything at all. White sneakers walk into the stall next to ours. Jack stops me and kisses me with his sweet lips. He tucks himself into his pants and gets up to wash his hands in the sink. I follow him and stroke his thighs, kneeling down while watching under the stall for the man to leave.

"He's gone," I say.

"We better leave," he replies. Reluctantly I allow him some time to leave the bathroom first and then I exit. I walk to him and brush his crotch with my hand. He asks if I had fun and I give him my number. We leave in opposite directions--him, to his car, and me to the ‘Manga’ Section, wondering if he'll call to do it again somewhere where we won’t be interrupted.