Gay Erotic Stories

Whoever said it was OK for guys to be gay? Dumb question. But not for Ned. And Lord knows this dumb question must be around--it's rare for dumb questions to exist isolated in only one individual. That would be genius, wouldn't it? No this dumb, right-on question that was aching inside Ned was in Lester's gut, too. In Ned, whose unrealized vagrant sexuality was throwing the furniture around downstairs, also had in himself a room upstairs where he was the dutiful son of James and Evelyn O'Brian who were now dependent upon him to keep the family farm running. The split in him caused by his roaring hormones, long repressed, made him take a look at the track before him in horror: The rail of his gay sexuality and the rail of the traditional male role were widening so that derailment was soon to come. Cities have always been friendlier to the homosexual, but for Ned and Lester, living in Ohio's farm belt, there was no outlet for their urgent sexual needs. Now, however, something of a crisis in the O'Brian household had drawn Les into a situation where his fantasy of being close to Ned was happening. Thrown together to run the O'Brian farm while Ned's father was struggling with emphysema they could, each of them believed, do good and for the first time in their lives, have it good. They needed to be near and to touch one another. When Les arrived in his Jeep on his first day he had calculated with great precision the effect he was going to have on Ned. Without saying a word, he was coming out to Ned and so Les knew what he was doing when he showed up wearing bib overalls, straps down and baggy enough that they barely hung on his ass. As soon as he rolled into that Jeep to take the five-mile trip to the O'Brian farm his cock stiffened to a hardness that had him gripping the steering wheel hard to keep his concentration. Yeah world, guys with freckles across their face are not just cute, they can really get it up. Ned was stopped at the screen door by the sight of Les. He lost his act and all pretense of being his Mom's good boy. Les was dressed hot and just like Les wanted it to happen, Ned was invaded by desire for him. Screw role-playing! For the first time in his life he released himself and found that he was jogging the 100 feet out to Les as though he were born again. He discovered that there was in him the ability to jog in a sexy way--maybe this sexy jog had something to do with the fact that it was a way to hide the hard-on that was making way for itself. Nevertheless, he was free of his reserve and as he went towards Les he yelled out, “Yo! Les, how's it going!" "Hey man, I'd say pretty fine--how are you doin'?" Les had dumped his overnight bag on the ground and was just standing with his back curved against his Jeep with a friendly, if slightly smart-ass smile on his face. They were both doing the necessary guy-role stuff to put one another at ease. All their moves were the kind that say, “I like you.” And when Ned got right up to Les they gave one another the 'good buddy' hug and they both gave each other that little extra squeeze that takes the hug and hangs affection for one another upon it. They had just come out to one another. Inside, Ned's Mom had already set a place at the kitchen table for Les and he was required to eat even though he protested he had eaten at home. Breakfast was sunnyside eggs and homefries, which were served to the two of them at the table. The boys liked their coffee black and Evelyn liked that. It kind of said these two were no-nonsense young men. While pouring their coffee she mentioned that she had to drive her husband over to Padua Memorial Hospital for a doctor's visit and some tests, so they'd likely be away most of the day. She also asked Ned to make sure Les filled out the employment forms and then she said, "Les, after you finish the paper work, Ned will show you what needs to be done--oh, and you boys be good to each other." "Yes Maam," was the response from each, and from each there was an end-of-the-meal stretch and yawn--legs were casually spread out below the table and the boy's knees touched and stayed touching without retreat. At forty-nine Evelyn was not out of touch with things. And even though she was not college educated she rightly prided herself with being savvy about lots that goes on in life. Seeing her son so uncommonly "relaxed" prompted her to say to the both of them these characteristic words: "And I do expect to see some work done when we get back." To which there was the required chorus of "Yes Maam," and with this the fat dick in each boy's pants yielded up its pump of blood to the day's work ahead. Standing up at tableside with their dicks still a little hard made the two of them move as though they were hunched-over old men. They drained their mugs of the cold coffee and looked at each other wondering what goodies this day would bring. To be continued.