Gay Erotic Stories

The amazing thing about our little TLC Club was that it attracted so many guys. Some called for an appointment because they were bored and wanted to try something new, while others called after having been through a difficult semester in school and needed a little pampering. The realization that the TLC Club offered something that was meaningful to them, regardless of what the world thought about it, kept me coming back. So many were looking for happiness and didn't know where to find it. Drugs hadn't given them happiness and there were no inner resources to give them confidence and hope. It was as one young man said, "I thought maybe I'd find what I need with somebody who could make me feel good." A full body massage seemed to be "the ticket," he went on, "but I wouldn't complain if you gave me a blow job." The pleasure he took from the blow job he received seemed to him to be the only route to happiness open at that time, and he returned the following week for more of the same. An older cousin had died from a drug overdose, he said, and at home heavy-handed admonitions were coming at him from a brother and a dad who both drank a lot. No amount of pleading would have kept his cousin from taking drugs, he said. What might have made a difference to the cousin, was seeing his mom in a less hypocritical light. "Everyone I know is either boozing too much or using drugs," he said. "But I'm the one who's in trouble, they'll tell you, because I'm gay. I don't understand it."