Gay Erotic Stories

After eighteen years, my parents ended their marriage charging "irreconcilable differences." Irreconcilable differences? That's what couples deal with in their first year of marriage, isn't it? I couldn't figure it out. And every time I tried talking to my parents, each one tried to turn me against the other. "You're going to have to choose which one of us you're going to live with," mom said. The only person willing to listen to my anguish was a neighbor boy. Finding him in bed wearing only his underpants fueled my attraction to him to say the least. I forgot all about my parents and the anguish that brought me to him. He must have thought I was a complete idiot to come to his home that late in the evening just to make small talk. I enjoyed any experience that gave me a sensory thrill, and sitting on the edge of his bed with him lying beside me was the biggest thrill. It wasn't a problem for him until he couldn't get me to say much, then he started looking at his wristwatch and reminding me that it was getting late. "You're afraid to go home, aren't you?" he asked. No, I wasn't afraid to go home. But if he thought that and would be willing to let me spend the night there with him. "Yeah, I guess I am." "Okay, turn out the light, you can stay here. If you promise not to snore." I was too excited to sleep. I was naked beside him and ready to give him anything he wanted. I didn't care. Knowing that this might be our only time together in bed, I threw caution to the wind and reached for his dick. I gave up worrying about my parents to give pleasure to a boy I was certain would take my life in another direction. It wasn't his first time. He moved with assurance to show his appreciation for the pleasure I had given him. If this is the way it's going to be between us . . .if he gets this turned-on to sex . . . then I'm not going to move away from him, I told myself. I'm going to stay close by. "I'm staying with mom," I told my dad. "You're going to live with her?" "I think it's best." "You came to this decision entirely on your own?" "Well, not entirely on my own. I had a little help." I had Danny's help in choosing a college. There was only one college, he insisted---his college. He needed a roommate. Our room was so tiny, but it enabled us to take deep breaths, and look to each other for every pleasure and comfort. We're still there.