Gay Erotic Stories

The dream was always the same: I was standing fully dressed in a steamy showerroom crowded with naked young men listening to a voice in my head urging me to admit I was gay. It was a dream that put me in touch with my greatest longing---to have a gay companion whom I could love fiercely and passionately. But it was also a dream that put me in touch with my greatest fear---losing the love of family and friends. Years of feeling disconnected to everyone and everything that should have been important had me longing for intimacy with someone who could turn my life around. In that crowded showerroom, my heart raced like mad that I could barely speak. Leaving the showerroom, there was only the same old feeling of being lost in a world where there were no listeners. My mom was one of those people who couldn't stop talking. Away from her, my dad became a complainer. I stood at arm's length from everyone else. A school friend, a classmate, of all people, rescued me. I don't remember the ride in his car, just the terribly suffocating heat of the day and how quickly he stripped off all his clothes the minute we got in his frontdoor. I followed two steps behind, my adrenaline pumping, assessing the risk I could be taking if he was straight. But in that moment, there was nothing I wanted to feel more than excitement. In the pool, he looked at me---blond, blue-eyed, with a hard-on I couldn't conceal---and I looked at him---dark-haired, handsome, with an even bigger hard-on---and we moved toward each other. Everything in me begged to be touched and he didn't disappoint. He helped me out of the water and devoured my erection with such enthusiastic sucking that I could feel an orgasm begin to swell. I lay back and the hard cement added to the excitement. Then, suddenly, he was out of the and straddling me. "Now you," he said offering his dick to my mouth, "and then we'll go in the house and fuck." In that moment I looked up into his eyes, I felt like I had been freed from a dark prison, let out for this date with destiny. 'Here," he said in his den, walking me backwards to a leather sofa. He put me down on my stomach and with his knees spread my legs wide. He kissed and licked my ass until he was ready, then pulled back and surveyed me his goal with a sex-hungry gazed that got me trembling. He massaged my ass until he saw me out of control with lust. I pushed back against his first try until the head of his dick slipped inside me. He pushed all of it into me when i didn't seem in great difficulty and then we were doing it. When I was close, he thrust harder and deeper to reach his own orgasm. He let out moan after grateful moan as he pumped his load into me. Then, lowering himself again onto my backside, he kissed my neck and then . . . collapsed on top of me. We didn't say anything to each other for the longest time. It took him awhile to calm his pounding heart. Finally, he raised up off me and spread my legs again. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked. "No, nothing I can think of," I answered. "Well, why don't we go to my room? We can lock the door and do this all night?" "Yeah, why don't we?"