Gay Erotic Stories

"I want you to know that it's all right with me that you find me sexy." "What do you mean?" He said that without opening his eyes. I thought he was still napping. He didn't speak again, but he smiled. He didn't open his eyes when he smiled either. I had picked him up at a truck stop shortly after I crossed the Florida line. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He carried a sign that read "MIAMI" and had drawn an arrow pointing down to him. He was wearing cut off jeans. As soon as he got in the car he had me laughing about his antics in school, about his shenanigans with his friends, about the time he fell off his cousins horse and sprained an ankle. Still he had to follow the horse back to his cousin's house, because he didn't know the way. He had blue eyes and brown hair. Great tan. The picture of health. He said he had been a high school athlete and still enjoyed sports. I thought he was taking a nap. All of a sudden he announced that he doesn't mind that I find him sexy. I couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't laugh in all honesty. "And I hope you don't mind," he finally said, "that I find you sexy, too." I told him I didn't mind at all.