Gay Erotic Stories

? My brother's plans for college didn't set well with me. College meant we'd be separated for the first time. But there was little I could do to keep him. He promised to write, let mom and I know everything that was going on, but it was more than a month before we got a letter. And then it didn't say very much. He had settled into a dorm, was up to his neck in studies, and . . . well that was about it. Something was wrong, I was sure, because my brother was a motor-mouth who always had plenty to say. "I've been working and going to school," was all he would tell me at first when I caught up to him. "Where do you work?" I asked. "Oh, man, if I tell you that . . ." He was working as a male stripper at a gay bar near school. My brother a male stripper? In a gay bar? Whoa-ho! Wait a minute! He was straight. I was the one who was gay. "I've got to see you perform," i told him. "I was afraid you'd say that." All the way to the bar that night, he felt he should apologize for what he was about to show me. "I needed a job to meet expenses. I get a salary plus tips here." The tips were dollar bills that customers shoved into his G-string while he danced. But the real show was in the dressingrooms backstage. All the dancers on stage earlier were running around naked. Suddenly, an older man in a suit had me by the arm. "Who are you and what are you doing back here?" I pointed over to my brother. "I'm with him." "Roy?" the man hollered at my brother. "If this kid isn't twenty-one, he waits out in the alley! You know the rules!" "Sorry," was all my brother could say, and then out the backdoor I went. A few minutes later, Roy came out and said we were going to a party. One of the other dancers was moving on to a job at another bar and there was going to be a "big sendoff." A half hour later I was sitting in the livingroom of a large home watching my brother dance on a coffee table. Somebody else came in with a teenager in tow, a cute blond with a petite little butt. "Want another beer?" Roy asked, stepping off the coffee table. "No, I'm okay," I replied. "You sure?" "Well, uh . . ." "What would you like?" "That blond boy over there, I wanted to say, but didn't. At three 0'clock in the morning, I was near collapse. I slept in the car as Roy drove back to his school. Cars followed us and in one was that blond kid. He was as sleepy as I was. "Let's all go for breakfast at Denny's?" somebody suggested. Roy shook me awake. "Go back to my room and get some sleep," he said, handing me his doorkey. Then, looking over at the blond boy, said, "Take him with you." "Oh, I can do that," I replied, and saw the blond kid grin.