Gay Erotic Stories

About a week later, I was told by my mom that a cousin was coming for a visit and it was going to be up to me to keep him entertained. Nineteen-year-old Eddie must have had the same idea, because he wouldn't let me out of his sight, which got me to wondering about his sleeping arrangements. For sure, he wouldn't sleep on the sofa in our den, while I had my big bed all to myself. Not if it turned out to be a cold night like previous nights, he wouldn't. I was attracted to Eddie, but nervous around him with mom in the house. I had to make other sleeping arrangements for myself. I telephoned my friend offering the TLC, explained my predicament, and asked him to put me up for the night. I couldn't see any other way to separate myself from Eddie, I told him. "You could send him to me," he said. I hadn't thought about doing that. The more I kicked the idea around, the better I liked it. "You want to get laid?" I asked Eddie. His eyes lit up like new moons and he flashed a broad grin. "I know somebody you'd really go for," I went on. "Somebody who will make you feel like a million bucks." "Introduce me, man. Introduce me." Thirty minutes later, Eddie was shaking hands with my special friend, looking around at his gaudy furniture, and nudging me to take a look at the mirror over the bed. "So, Eddie's here for the special treatment, is he?" my friend asked after all the polite niceties were out of the way. "Yeah, and I'd like for you to give him the works," I said. "Oh, I will, I will." Eddie decided to check out the fancy bathroom I told him about. My friend suggested he go ahead and take a shower while he was in there. Eddie saw me getting ready to leave. "You're not staying?" he called. "No, I'd better get home." "Don't leave me!" he protested. "You don't want me hanging around while you two . . . well, you know." "You can stay if you want," my friend whispered, and started unbuttoning his shirt. I stayed because I wanted to see how Eddie looked without any clothes on. I didn't count on a ring side seat for the main event, but that's what I had when the two of them finally marched passed me to stretch out upon the bed. My friend had Eddie's dick in his mouth in another second. Eddie didn't move, he just lay back and stared open-mouthed into that damn overhead mirror. I was the one doing all the squirming. Then, the two of them began to fuck. My friend had Eddie's feet up over his shoulders. I couldn't stay seated for that and walked out the door for a breath of fresh air, then walked back in again. "Instead of fidgeting, why don't get in on this?" my friend suggested. "Eddie would love it, wouldn't you, Eddie?" Eddie didn't reply. He didn't say a word. His attention was still on that mirror. Once I was out of my clothes and on the bed, he spoke, "I've got to get a mirror," he said. I entered him, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Mirror, mirror, on the ceiling. Which one has Eddie's heart a reeling?" "You," Eddie answered, taking my face between his hands. "You. Look at me!" I came and he wouldn't let me close my eyes or turn my face away. He just let me melt. "We could have done this in your bed," he whispered. "We didn't need to come here." Beside us on the bed, my friend said, "I told you." "What?" "Eddie came to me before you did. He wanted you in bed in the worst way, but wasn't sure he could get you there, you were so nervous around him." "Eddie came to you for help?" "Yeah, Eddie and I are old friends. Who do you think got me that overhead mirror and attached it to my ceiling?" "You?" "Yeah," Eddie chuckled. "I found the mirror at a garage sale. I went back and bought another one for my bedroom. Pretty cool, don't you think?"