Gay Erotic Stories

Watching other gay guys from a safe distance never made me happy, because from a safe distance, nothing ever changed. Only when I got closer to observe some gay guys did things begin to change. I won't say life got better, but it sure got easier. For one thing, I stopped worrying about the straight guys. What they said about guys who were gay was pretty much how they felt about anyone who was different. My friend, Brooklyn, they said, had two strikes against him because he was Italian and gay. But my friend Brooklyn, was a straight A student in school with ambitions to be a doctor. I should have done half as well in school as Brooklyn. If I had had half his courage, I might have done better. But I was a bespectacled little mouse afraid to raise a hand in class to even ask permission to go to the bathroom. At home one Sunday afternoon, I looked out a back window and observed one of the cutest guys I ever saw in a skimpy bathing suit. He was the son of one of my mother's girlfriends who was in the kitchen playing cards. My mother caught me peeking out at the boy and told me I should meet him. What I did was wait for her to send him in to meet me, then allowed myself to get nervous and tongue-tied. An hour later, he left without saying goodbye. He returned with his mom the following Sunday, but sat in front of the TV in the den. When our moms took off shopping, he came looking for me, but didn't say a word when he found me in my room. He went back to the TV, then went out to the pool. He took off all his clothes out there and went skinny dipping. When he lay down next to the pool to sun himself, I was right there at the kitchen window swooning. It broke my heart when our moms returned and he got dressed. But he was back the Sunday after that. "You're not going to ignore me this time," I swore when he came looking for me, and I tore off my clothes and hit my bed, so he'd see me naked when he peeked in. Seeing him approach my open door, I buried my face in a pillow and held my breath. The door creaked, so he had to have sneaked a closer look. But he wasn't there when I looked around. Nor was he outside the door. He was back out at the pool watching my window. He saw me when I peeked out at him. He saw I was naked. He slammed the back screen door when he came in this time; he wanted me to hear him come in. I panicked, looked around for the clothes I had removed, then leaped onto the bed and buried my face in a pillow. Nothing. I didn't hear the door creak. I didn't hear a sound. I waited, but still didn't pick up a sound. Thinking he might have gotten dressed and left, I went to the door. He was there waiting for me to open it and step out. When I did and saw him, he was stroking a huge hard-on. "What does a guy have to do to get you to look at him?" he questioned. "I-I s-saw you." "And?" he stepped closer to reach for my hard-on. I just stood there gaping at him playing with my dick. "You want me, don't you?" he asked. "Y-yeah." "Well, what are you waiting for?" I took his hand and led him to my bed. He waited for me to settle, then lowered his mouth to my erection. I nearly lost it when he put his lips to it, but I held on. He asked me to hold on. "The fun is just starting," he said, grinning. He took delight in my reactions of disbelief. My dick swelled with anticipation of a blow job, but he waned to tease me. I feared he'd take his mouth away from my dick and he did to turn me onto my stomach. I got swept up in another great excitement then as he spread my legs and worked his tongue around and in my anus. Getting fucked would be painful, I knew, but I was so turned on by I could only do what he told me. With the help of some Vaseline, it wasn't so bad. I worried more about the smell that stuff would leave than the fucking I was going to get. He maneuvered me to a kneeling position and we went at it. It was excitement I had never known before. He was so hot and so turned on; he really loved fucking me and that made me feel hot. I was still in front of the bathroom mirror admiring myself when my mother came home. My new friend was out at the pool patting himself on the back. "I thought you two would hit it off?" mom said. "We did." "It doesn't look like it. It doesn't look like either of you have moved an inch since I left." "Oh, we . . . made some moves."