Gay Erotic Stories

My reason for going to my class reunion was to do some bragging. I wanted all those people who thought I was a dork to see how I turned out. Five years brought a lot of changes. I had my own business, a pretty good rating as an amateur tennis player, a fat bank account, and drove a Mercedez. At twenty-three, I was doing pretty good for a guy with just a high school diploma, I think. But bragging was not in me and after a few introductions(and a few beers), my mind wandered to other things. Like the piano there in the restaurant. I walked over to it, took the bench, and began to play a tune I thought seemed appropriate, "As Time Goes By." "I remember that one," a tall incredibly handsome young man said over a large bouquet of flowers on the piano, and he began humming as I played. "How are you, Chris?" he asked. I had to move the bouquet of flowers for a good look at him and it still took a second before I recognized him. He was a guy I was hoping would skip the reunion. A guy who knew I was gay. In "Casablanca," Bogart had a line about running into Bergman and spoke it while the same tune played. My friend only let me get part of the line out: "'Of all the gin joints' . . .yeah, I know the line, Chris. But I kept your secret, remember? You can be nice to me, can"t you?" I bought him a drink and introduced him to some of the other people. I was nice. In return, he introduced me to his latest boyfriend, a young Oriental with broad shoulders and a strong handshake. "Be nice to Mike," my friend said. "He has the keys to your Mercedez." "What?" "Mike works here. Takes care of the parking." Mike held up my car keys. "See?" He also had my home address. He was waiting for me in my driveway when I got home. He was there to ask me for a job, he had been a parking lot attendent too long, he said. I took him into the house to ask him to spend the night with me. Stealing an old enemy's eighteen-year-old boyfriend promised memories I would savor all my life. "It's after midnight," I said. "Why don't we talk about that job over breakfast." The smile he wore all that evening all at once stretched clear across his face. While I was in the bathroom, Mike undressed and stretched out on his stomach. There, waiting to be claimed, was a body that would have given even the straightest guy second thoughts. But I was the one who ended up on the bottom. He had to get his dick into my ass. The telephone woke us the next morning. It was my young lover's boyfriend. "Can I speak to Mike?" he asked. "How'd you know he was here?" "I dropped him off there." "What?" "With instructions to get you into bed and fuck you until you hurt. You turned me down, remember? You were the only boy I wanted and you turned me down. I told you if I couldn't get you one way, I'd get you another. "Tell Mike I'm coming by to pick him up and I want to hear all the details."