Gay Erotic Stories

My Own Worst Enemy, Part II Waking up in the morning next to a good looking 18-year-old greatly added to feeling appreciated and needed, and became a glue for a relationship. I just wished I hadn't been so uptight about it. He was eager to move over into my arms while I was self-conscious about holding him. That didn't do it for him, dammit, and he knew how to get through my resistance: By making me more comfortable there with him so he could learn which buttons to push. He reasoned that a good time in bed with him would make me forget that he was once a student of mine. Sex was suppose to be a sharing of bodies and pleasure, but he wanted to get me hot and ready to come just to show me he could. I looked down at his erection slowly disappearing inside me, at the concentration in his eyes, and i lost control. Our eyes met, a sexual agreement was sealed, and then I was rubbing against a young man with a passion I hadn't seen in a long, long time. In a moment, his face was above mine and he was gawking, looking deep into my eyes. "I'm going to come," he whispered. And then his face came down to mine and his tongue parted my lips. A soft whimpering signaled his coming, then he raised up grimacing and trembled with the on-rush. I came watching him. I was so hot and turned on, I made a mess of both of us. He was delighted to see it, he had "changed" me, he said, To a certain degree. The role I used to play didn't matter anymore, but there was still an age difference. And the question of whether he was just using me to get me to open my door to his other gay friends. After a few days, I surrendered to whatever our relationship was and went to working building a closer one. The promise-filled smiles he had for me everyday had me believing we could have a wonderful future together. The excitement he continued to find in my arms had me planning for it.