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After Gym Class: Free Gay Erotica

After Gym Class

The first of my free gay erotica short stories about life in a British boarding school. All characters are 18 years + in age.

We do P.E. on a Tuesday, a combined class of thirty of us. I like it for two reasons: One, I like physical activity, and two, everyone has to get in the showers afterwards. And there’s a routine to the showers. The oldest lads, the eighteen-year-olds like me, Dean, Stuart and so on, go first. Straight from our kit into the nude then into the shower while the others have to wait. And they’re not allowed to wait in their kit. They have to get it off and stand there naked in a line.

Plenty to look at there.

Sometimes you see them cover their cocks with their hands. Usually, those who only have a small prick do this, us older boys don’t care. When you’re eighteen or nineteen, you want to show off what you’ve got, and most of us have got a lot to show. But when you’re younger you get embarrassed. A couple of weeks ago me and Milo behaved like prats during the class, and Dean was instructed to punish us afterwards. His way of doing this was to make us stand in line with the other boys and suffer a loss of privilege.

I stood there, cold, with my hands covering my prick, waited, and watched the other guys come and go in and out of the showers. They were playing about, slapping each other with towels and being generally laddish. All I could do was stare at the back of Milo’s head and try not to get caught looking at the other lads as they passed by.

Dean made the two of us wait until everyone else was washed, dressed and had gone off for lunch. Even Mr Myers had gone, so there was just me, Milo and Dean left.

‘Learned your lesson?’ he said with that stupid Liverpool accent of his.

‘Yes, Dean,’ I mumbled. My legs were aching, and I was freezing by then. We were still waiting in line.

‘I think not.’ He came and stood next to us. ‘You’re not a prefect, so you call me Sir.’

‘Sorry, Sir.’

‘Too late, Darren. O.k. both of you, hands on your heads.’

‘Oh, what?’ Milo is one of the oldest boys in our house, just turned nineteen. He didn’t take to being treated like a third year.

‘You need to learn respect.’ Dean swiped him around the head, and Milo did as he was told.

So, there we were, two sixth formers standing naked by the showers, hands on heads like naughty kids. What next?

‘Come and stand inside so I can keep an eye on you while I get washed,’ Dean ordered, and we were marched into the shower room.

It’s a big, open space and the water spurts out from the walls. You can get fifteen people in there easily, but this time, there were only us three. Neither Milo nor me pointed out that Dean had already had his shower. We just watched as he set the water going, checked the temperature and then threw off his towel.

‘Keep in that line,’ he barked over at us, and his voice echoed off into the sound of splashing water. ‘Closer together so I can see you.’

Milo shuffled back a pace, and I took a step closer to him. I was still looking at his back, but my mind had switched off from our punishment. To try and take my mind off my aching legs and hungry stomach, I looked at Milo’s shoulders and then further down his back. I’d never noticed how smooth he was before, I’d never noticed him much at all. But, as he backed towards me, I couldn’t help but stare at his arse. It was also smooth, white and firm. I was so intent on staring at it that I didn’t notice how close we were until he bumped against my prick. As soon as it touched his arse I felt that familiar shiver run through me, my heart skipped, and I suddenly felt weak. I’d never been this close to him before, and certainly not naked.

‘Keep your hands up,’ Dean growled. ‘And watch me. You need to learn how to wash.’

‘Oh, come off it, Sir.’ Milo did complain then. ‘We’re not kids.’

‘You behaved like kids in class, so I’ll treat you like them now. Watch.’

And so he made us watch as he rubbed soap over his body. When he started rubbing it into his arse crack, I couldn’t help but get a hard-on. What with watching him and feeling Milo only inches in front of me, looking at the back of his shaved head and knowing that at any moment my prick would rise just enough to touch his smooth flesh.

It did just that, and pressed at the bottom of his crack, between his legs. I expected him to move forward, but he didn’t. As Dean washed his face, covering it with his hands, Milo parted his legs just enough to let my prick be trapped between his cheeks. While this was going on, the water from Dean’s shower a few feet away was splashing onto us, and we were both getting wet. The water got in my eyes, but I couldn’t move my hands to wipe them so just had to put up with it.

‘Are you still watching?’ Dean called. His own eyes were closed, and he was reaching for his shampoo.

‘Yes,’ Milo replied. As he spoke, he pushed back, and I felt my cock slide right in between his cheeks.

I couldn’t believe he was doing this and reckoned that he was trying to wind me up. But I didn’t complain. I loved the feel of my cock caught between his soft, firm, buttocks. His shoulder blades touched my chest, and the back of his head was only an inch away from my face. I could smell his sweat from gym class and see the blonde hairs under his arms turning wet in the spray from the shower.

Dean was rubbing shampoo into his hair and had his back to us now, and I guessed that in a few seconds he would open his eyes and turn. Without thinking of the consequences, I took my hands from my head and reached in front. They went straight to Milo’s cock, and I grabbed it, solid, wet, hard. I pulled on it a couple of times, and he shoved back into me in reply.

Before I knew what had happened my cock was suddenly hot and constricted, it slipped into him, and the two, perfect mounds of his arse were flat against my hips.

‘Make sure you’re paying attention,’ Dean said as he put his head under the shower to wash the shampoo from his hair. ‘I want to see you two wash in a minute.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

My hands flew back to my head. If he’d turned and seen us, then I hate to think what he would have done. We were locked together, my cock buried in Milo’s arse, rock solid and static, the two of us with our arms up, water splashing our faces.

I couldn’t resist. I kissed Milo on the back of the neck, silently and tenderly. He turned his head to show that he didn’t mind, and then he moved his hips. I felt my shaft sliding out until only the tip was left within him. And then he pushed back again. Our eyes stayed fixed on Dean in case he should turn and see, but he was fumbling for conditioner or something, still with his back to us.

Milo pulled forward again, sliding his arsehole smoothly around my cock. I felt the pressure of his buttocks lift from my hips as he moved forward and then press against me again as he slid back. He did this again, and each time I felt my cock swell further, my balls started to ache, and my legs began to tremble. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up for long. I knew that I was going to come. I wanted to hold him around the waist, wanted to play with his prick for him, but I daren’t move for fear of making too much noise or getting carried away. It didn’t matter, he was happy to fuck himself with my cock, in his own time.

Then he pulled himself so far from my cock that I thought his arse would let me go, but it gripped me tight just in time, and with a quicker movement, swallowed it again. This time I thrust forward and saw the muscles on his back knot up. His arse tightened, his legs went stiff and, unable to stop himself, he slipped his hands from his head and onto mine. He grasped my hands and squeezed tight. His arsehole contracted, crushing my inflamed cock as he pushed back hard and quick, pulling away immediately and then thrusting back. After the third time, he squeezed my hands so hard that I knew he was coming. His body froze, his sphincter grabbed me, and I felt my cock spurt inside him. Each time I came, it swelled more. I felt it spasm. Felt the heat and blast of orgasm deep inside him as his body tightened around it.

We stood as still as we could, unable to make a sound and unable to hold each other as both of us let lose our spunk. Our eyes were fixed on the prefect now, washing soapy water from his back. It ran in rivers until it vanished into the dark crack of his arse. It dripped between his legs, the hair on his balls hanging soaked beneath. I watched it run down his powerful, sportsman’s legs and drain off onto the floor where it mixed with Milo’s come and tricked away.

‘Right you two,’ Dean suddenly said, and I looked up. He was reaching for a towel, grabbing wildly in his temporary blindness. ‘Get yourselves under the water now and do it properly.’

Milo let go of my hands, reached behind and pushed me away. My cock slid from his arse and flopped, semi-soft into the steamy air as he stepped forward.

And then he turned to face me, showed me his own, still stiff cock, thick and cut, growing from a small patch of blonde pubes, dripping the last of his cum from the slit. He smiled at me and winked.

‘Get a move on,’ Dean barked. He had turned off his shower, and a towel covered his head.

By the time he finally looked back at us we were side by side under adjacent jets of water, our backs to him. No sign of what had just happened betrayed our adventure.

‘Maybe now you’ll behave in gym class,’ Dean tutted and flicked his towel against the back of my legs.

I felt the sting, yelped and flinched. But then, as he left us to finish washing, I felt the after-sting, a dull, warming pain. It felt good.

My mind was distracted. As soon as Dean left the shower, Milo leant over to me, took my aching cock in his hand, pulled me towards him and kissed me hard.

‘Let’s get into trouble again,’ he whispered.

‘I can’t wait.’


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Other People’s Dreams is a gay erotic thriller that combines the magic of the Greek islands with a story of obsessive sexual desire.

Gay erotic romanceOne yacht, a thousand islands and all the time in the world…

Four cute gay youths sign-up for the adventure of a lifetime; an all-expenses-paid sailing trip among the Greek islands. However, the boat’s wealthy owner, the handsome but troubled Jake Chambers, has a hidden agenda. His advertisement clearly stated, ‘Certain strings attached.’

Jake’s innocent crew become the victims of his obsessive behaviour when he turns his attention to each one of them in turn.

A stolen chance, lost love, a wrecked boat – If Jake can’t have those moments back, he must relive them, no matter the cost.

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