lgbtq+ WRITING

I started writing gay erotica because I enjoyed reading it. There is a vast amount of readily available LGBTQ+ erotic literature out there.

Sites like LPSG, GayDemon and many more feature loads of free-to-read stories, from one chapter frolics to full stories.

This is the first post of a regular series where I post an opening chapter or excerpt of a longer story that I loved reading.

This story – available in full here – tells the story of a married university professor who explores his sexuality through his thoughts and feelings for Justin.

It’s not quite in full as the author has yet to finish the story! Hopefully they might finish it one day. If not, it’s still a thoroughly enjoyable read and I would warmly recommend you check out the story.

Justin – A University Professor’s Crush On His Student

After 17 years as a technical writer for a financial services company, I decided in 2009 to use my PhD in creative writing to get a teaching job at a local university. Part of the reason for this career change was the financial crisis, which put my employer and others in a precarious situation. The other reason was because I had a son who would be starting college in a few years and another who would be following him. One of the benefits of teaching at the university was free tuition for dependents. Not having to pay tuition would give my wife and me a financial cushion because we could use the money we had put away for their education in case she lost her job.

Even though I was 45 years old, I was a junior member of the English and Writing Department. That meant I had to teach English 101 and 102, the freshman writing courses that nobody else in the department wanted to teach. I didn’t mind, really. These kids were only a couple of years older than my older son, so I could relate to them, somewhat. I also found that I was especially able to relate to the business majors because of my background in financial services.

During my second semester, I taught four sections of English 102, and that kept me on campus late into the cold, dreary, winter evenings. I would find time to go to the fitness center on campus after teaching my classes and before I would go back to my office to grade students’ papers and work on my writing. I would spend most of my time doing cardio on one of the bikes or ellipticals, but I would occasionally do some weight training. One afternoon while I was waiting for the leg press, I heard someone behind me say “Hey boss!”

I turned around and recognized the face but couldn’t remember the name. He was a student in one of my classes. I just responded, “Hey, how’s it going?” He said he was blowing off some steam after spending all day in classes, and I told him I was doing the same. Then I suddenly remembered his name. “It’s Justin, right?” He seemed impressed that I knew who he was. Just then, one of the leg press machines opened up, and he motioned to it and told me he would see me in class on Friday.

I did my reps and felt that nice burn in my thighs, but I also felt something else. It was something I had not felt since I had married my wife over 17 years earlier. Seeing Justin in that tight white tank top stirred feelings I had denied and thought I had forgotten.

matt60606, LPSG