Gay Erotic Stories

My Own Worst Enemy "Three gay bathhouses ordered closed" was the page one banner headline of the newspaper I carried into my classroom that morning. I remember that very clearly, because one of my students read the headline aloud and everyone laughed. "Something on page one interests you, Mr. Dumbluck?" Dumbluck was a nickname these kids attached to me because I ended up with them instead of the kids I started out teaching in the science lab. I loved science and I wanted my students to love it as much. That was my only crime. Until that night. In retrospect I should have paid more attention to the boy who read aloud that newspaper headline, because that night I ran into him inside one of those bathhouses. I saw him, paniced, and ran as he did when he saw me. But the damage was done. There was nothing left for us to do except try to reassure each other that we'd keep each other's secret. His reassurance that he'd keep my secret didn't mean very much and that night i drafted a letter of resignation to my school principal. Then, I got out a bottle of some very expensive champagne and drank until I was sick. The letter was in the front office the next morning after I cleaned out my desk. It didn't give any reason for my departure. I wasn't about to tell him what happened. No doubt, the boy who caught me in the bathhouse would fill in the blank. Fortunately, there was something to look forward to---a pool at home and lots of warm sunshine. If I didn't think too much, that is. The last person in the world I expected to raise any objection over my resignation was the first one at my frontdoor that afternoon---that boy who caught me with my pants off. "You know, I could have used an ally," he said. "You didn't have to give up a career." He stood in my doorway crying, shaking like a leaf. I couldn't believe it. "I could have used a friend," he went on. "Do you know how hard it is for a guy like me to have a friend?" "All right," I said. "C'mon in, we'll talk about this." We talked for almost an hour. Or, rather, he did. He was all wound up to tell me off first. When that was out of the way, he told me the story of his life. I had gone through pretty much the same situation when I was his age, so I was way ahead of him. Still I listened. That was all he and a hundred other boys just like him needed---someone to listen. I guess I needed him to listen to me as well. We got to my story after a cold drink and sandwiches. And he had advice for me: "Don't give up." I think I benefitted from his counsel morethan he did from mine. I felt a lot better by the time he left. But I let my resignation stand. A few days later, the boy was at my frontdoor again. "Well, when are you coming back to work?" he asked. "I'm not." "Because you don't trust me?" "Because I'm a gay man who needs to be honest about it, not keep it a secret. I like being an honest man. I realized that when we had our last talk. I was truthful with you. I can't remmember the last time I was that truthful with anybody." "So, you're not coming back to work?" "No." "What about me? "We can go on talking, can't we?" "But I need you on the battlefield." "I'm tired of the battle. I need a fresh start?" "Doing what?" "I don't know yet?" I was exaspirating, I could tell by the steam coming out of his nostrils. he had come over to talk me into going back to work and he failed. "How about a cold drink?" I asked him, and led the way to my kitchen. "Cheer up" "What I need is a best friend," he came back. "Good enough. We'll be best friends>" He found another best friend, a good looking eighteen-year-old adonis with a washboard stomach, no less. I came home one afternoon and found them skinnydipping in my pool. My young friend came out ofthe pool naked to ask a favor. "Uh . . . w-would it be all right if David and I borrowed your room upstairs?" I looked over at a large towel-sheet they had spread on my lawn. I couldn't have them seeing that as their only other alternative. "I don't care," I said. "Just don't embarrass my housecat." He gave me a hug. The first good looking boy I had naked in my arms sine I don't know when. And I had to watch him lead another guy upstairs to my bed. "You really are a best friend "Yeah, right. I'll remember that on cold nights when I'm alone."