Gay Erotic Stories

“Hello!” I growled, a bit more curtly than I’d actually intended.

“Ugh…Brian?”

“No. This is his mother with a cold! Yeah?”

“Sorry man, I guess I woke you up…I kinda forgot…”

“Yeah, you KINDA did!” I parroted back, then realizing I was being too much of a grouch, I softened up, “Actually, that’s probably just as well, I wanted to get up about now anyway.” I lied.

“Good! Ya hungry?” Curtis cut in—his voice clearly full of enthusiasm. “How ‘bout we hit Charlie’s Subs or something for some lunch before I have to got to work? I’ll buy.”

Well now, a sub, a hoagie, a po boy—whatever you want to call ‘em just wasn’t on the top of my culinary cravings at that moment, but my sleep schedule was already screwed up anyway, so what the hell—I’d probably be hungry by the time we got there anyway, and besides, did I hear right? He’d buy? “Yeah, I guess that’d be good with me…give me about 10-15 minutes to get in gear. You want to just meet up there? Okay, see ya.”

I pulled on a pair of shorts and headed downstairs. It sounded like no one was home, but I decided not to take a chance on walking around naked. If there was one thing I hated about our house, it was the lack of having my own bathroom upstairs. True—my bedroom had the whole run of the top floor—one huge long room—but no bath or even a toilet. Many a night I’d been too lazy and laid there in misery rather than trudge downstairs to take a piss—unless I’d reached critical mass. Anyway, I bounded down the steps and just headed for the nearest bathroom. I peeled off my shorts and jumped in the shower for a rinse and quick shampoo of my screwed up hair.

I met up with Curtis at Charlies with a couple of minutes to spare. He was already there and was downing a coke. “Hey!!” Curtis cheerily barked out, following a quick swallow.”

“You ordered yet?” I asked.

“Nope, just waitin’ for you.” Curtis replied, while catching the eye of the waitress and motioning her over. I took the stool on his left. “What ya hungry for?” he asked.

“Actually a bowl of cold cereal and juice would best hit the spot, but I guess the “Italian Special” will work just as well.

“What’ll it be boys?” the waitress asked as she flipped over a page in her order tablet.

“Two Italian Specials…” Curtis looked in my direction, then back at her. “Foot longs, and load ‘em up with everything!” He looked at me again, “Coke?”

“Naw, I think just an iced tea this time ‘round.”

“Ice tea it is, and will you refill this please,” Curtis asked the waitress, pointing to his empty glass.

As soon as the waitress left to place our order, Curtis turned to me and loudly whispered, “Man, last night was some night! Thanks!”

“Yeah I bet. Sorry about busting you this morning.” (I lied again) I paused and just waited, knowing full well that Curtis would bust a nut if I didn’t let him spill the details.

“Yeah, he’s quite a guy. Lots of fun, ya know?”

Okay, yeah I knew, but this wasn’t really the time or the place to fill me in on all the details, especially when another patron had just sat down on Curtis’ far side.

“Man, I made $70 bucks!” Curtis blurted out.

I thought to myself, “$70! Damn straight—he’s buyin’ lunch alright!” At first I could only compare to the $50 bucks I’d earned. Then on thinking back, Erik had offered to tip me $10 for the ice, so I probably could have made $60. I was figuring this out when Curtis interrupted my thoughts…

“Yeah, when I brought in the ice, he pulled out a twenty, then asked me if I’d care to join him in a drink, since I was off work and all…”

I knew the story, I knew the style, I knew the plan.

Curtis continued, “Anyway, he’s a nice guy. This morning, he handed me a $50 bill! I’d say that between the motel and this guy—I did pretty well yesterday, don’t you think?”

I had been looking past Curtis, sort of out of boredom—knowing full well what I was going to hear. Doing so, I’d noticed that the guy parked at the stool next to Curtis had tuned in on the conversation, so in mime I cut my throat with my index finger and nodded in the direction past Curtis. He picked up on this right away and changed the conversation. Besides, knowing Curtis, he probably had another night with Erik already arranged. One thing was for sure…HE was buying lunch!

The waitress brought our order, and then took the other guy’s order, which afforded Curtis one more tidbit of information. “Yeah, and I’m seeing him again tonight.”

“Really.” I feigned surprise. Actually, what surprised me the most was the cold hearted way I was thinking more about just the money—not the guy—not Curtis.

“Man, if I can keep this up, maybe next year I can join you guys at school?” He added excitedly.

“Now there’s an idea!” I thought. Actually, a pretty good one. We both started attacking our subs. I was surprised just how hungry I was. I guess for guys our age the main interests were sex and food, or at least now food. Within about five minutes, we’d plowed through the two foot-long and over an inch-thick creations, and had washed everything down. True to forecast, Curtis picked up the tab and left her a decent tip. We headed out the door and to our cars. I’d parked next to Curtis’ truck, and we stood there talking between our rides.

“The way I figure, between the money I make working at the motel, and the money I could make working the motel—I should be able to put away a fine bit of lettuce!”

God, this guy’s countin’ his chickens before they hatch! Actually Curtis had probably lit on a good idea—one that was originally mine—but what the…I’d be going off to school anyway, might as well keep the guests happy, right? I cautioned him on keeping clear of the GM, he was a crafty kind of guy and liked to sneak up on employees when they weren’t expecting. The “M & M’s” had gotten busted several times—but they were still there. Guess because the flirted with the male regulars—stroking their egos. So maybe there wasn’t too much difference in stroking something else! But I did tell him that I didn’t know just how long Erik was going to stay. Once he’d gotten his new territory and staff organized, he’d most likely be in once every few weeks.

Curtis seemed to have already taken this into consideration, “Well, yeah…but then there’s others—like Ralphie—you remember…and he’s got some other friends too.”

“Shit, the things you learn when you let your friends ramble on…” I thought. I picked up on the “other friends too” part, but Curtis cut short our conversation, since he had to get back home and change for work, since he was working the 3-11 shift. I’d see him later when I came in. We each got in our wheels and I headed back home.

As I pulled in the drive, my mother and sister were backing out. I put down my window since mom did first. “We’re going to the other store, would you mind putting the canned goods on the counter away for me? Oh, and there was someone named Vince that called for you, the number’s on the table.” She shot me some kind of a questioning look, and I would have told her more just then, but my sister started in at her. I could see mom’s lips mouth ‘shut up’ to her, then she turned to me, “We’ll be back in about an hour,” and she continued backing out of the driveway into the street. They were off.

I put away the dry goods, and then called Vince. Damn word gets around. He asked how my lunch with Curtis was, and wanted to know what time tomorrow we could get together. “I had the ‘Italian Special’ and an ice tea—no lemon!” There was no immediate response on his end of the conversation. “Jesus, word travels! You’re worse that a couple of old women!” Now there was laughter.

It turned out that while I’d slept this morning, Curtis had already spilled the beans to Vince about the motel and Erik. And here Vince was thanking me for passing him off to Curtis. I thought, well actually, I really hadn’t just yet, but what the hell—there was enough to share. Besides, there was the ‘fall futures market’ to discuss—you know—high finance. Vince kind of put my mind at ease, since it was apparent that not only was Curtis a close friend, but also that he apparently looked out for his welfare. This would be an admirable quality in a potential partner in pleasure.

“Yeah, I know, Curtis was kind of excited…but I think he’s counting his money before it falls off the tree, don’t ya think?”

“That may be, but he’s pretty resourceful. Besides, I kind of think he’s planning to join us next year.”

“I betcha if I sprouted a new pimple on my ass—they’d both know about it—probably before I did!” I thought to myself. I chuckled, because it actually was kind of amusing.

“I don’t care, anytime tomorrow afternoon, I’ve got to work tonight, and apparently Curtis’ pulling a double shift…” Vince was laughing on the other end. “So how about meeting up say around 1:30 or 2:00 in the afternoon? I thought the later the better, that way Curtis would have to be going to work, and just the two of us could talk. After all, it was just the two of us that’d be involved—initially. “I’ll just call you when I get up, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” he agreed.

Sometimes I’m really good thinking on my feet, “Actually, why don’t you plan on meeting me over here tomorrow afternoon. At least you can meet my mother, dad’s out of town until Friday I think, but I’m sure she’d be overjoyed to meet you—since we’re going to be at the same school. You know, it’ll kind of put her mind at ease—make her withdrawal easier!” I knew this would work out just great—she’d eat it up. She’d be more than happy to have Vince “take me under his wing”—I could just hear her saying those exact words!

“Hey, while I’m thinking about it…how are you getting back to school?”

“Actually, I’m flying back. My car’s still there; I had a little mishap the week before school was out, and the car didn’t come out of the shop before I left. I’ve been using my dad’s old extra car this summer.”

“I’m driving out there by myself. I could sure use some company, not to mention a relief driver. It’d be a real help. Besides, I think you could save me—my dad’s been keen on driving back with me. Actually, it’s part of the packaged deal. Having a car at school is also tied to my GPA too. If grades suffer—I suffer! But there’s not much chance of that. It’s not that I don’t appreciate his offer—it’s more like you just can’t imagine what it’s like taking any kind of a trip with him. He drives like a bat out of hell, and we’d probably just drive straight through. I’d rather take my time and enjoy the trip rather that get beat to hell on the road.”

“Sounds good to me. Let me get back to you on that tomorrow. I’ll check with the airlines and see if I can change my ticket and use it later in the year. Besides, the parents always hare hounding me around the holidays.”

“Great! Just remember, my car doesn’t have much of a trunk, but there’s a luggage rack and room in the back seat. If necessary, I could get a U-haul, I’ve already got a trailer hitch on the car anyway.”

“Naw, most of my shits’ already at school anyway, I was just taking a suitcase and a duffel bag. I’ll speak with you tomorrow then. See ya…” and he hung up.

Man, this was going to be sweet. Dad could get out of taking time from his busy job and save the return plane fare, I could get out of a frenetic trip with dad, and mom would certainly take to Vince like a mother duck! Vince and I could continue to hatch our business scheme. Yeah, this would be sweet.

I decided I’d just lounge around and cop some rays on the deck in the backyard. I grabbed a couple magazines and went outside. I got settled in and had been reading about 15 minutes when I heard mom’s car in the drive. I just stayed put. A couple minutes later, I heard the horn. Damn, I hated that…time to haul ass and help unload…she must have bought out the damn store! Bet that shit headed sister of mine had already parked her ass in front of the TV. Anyway, it’d be a good time to break the news.

Sure enough, there were at least 10 sacks of stuff in the rear seat and she was opening the trunk. “Hey mom, expecting a snowstorm soon?” That always got her goat!

“No, they had a 1 day sale, so I stocked up. Besides I just got through reorganizing the storage pantry in the basement, might as well stock up. You know I hate running to the store all the time.”

Yeah, what a line of bull…she loved to shop…but what she really hated was fighting with my lazy assed sister to get her to pick up something she’d missed. I kind of chuckled, with me and my car gone, my sister would have to suck up if she had any hope of using anything that remotely resembled mom’s Buick. Sweet, kinda wish I’d be around to see this.

As soon as all the groceries were carried in and the kitchen was littered with merchandise, I continued to help organize what needed to remain upstairs in the kitchen pantry, and what would need to be taken to the basement, and then repack. “Thanks Brian for helping—at least I can rely on you—not your sister.” She seemed pretty agitated; I let her continue—I knew she would. “I sent her to her room—the damn fool wandered off in the store again. I had to wait nearly 15 minutes before she came out of the shop next to the grocery store!”

“What’d she buy?” I asked, knowing my sister’s “MO”.

“I don’t know! But, whatever it is—she’s taking it back!” Yeah, mom was pissed. With any luck, I wouldn't have to see my sister until dinner.

“You looked like you wanted to tell me something earlier…” she went on. I don’t know what special kind of intuitive radar mom’s come equipped with, but she’d gotten the enhanced version!

“Actually yeah, I did. You won’t believe it. You know the new guy that just started at the motel?”

“Actually—I don’t. You haven’t introduced us yet.” She reminded me. Like I said—she never misses a beat!

“Yeah, you will soon enough—probably this weekend, he works 3-11 and I follow him, remember. Anyway, Curtis’ got this friend of his, Vince. His parents own ‘Anthony’s Italian Restaurant & Pizzeria’ I think they’ve got three restaurants around town. (Now I wasn’t sure about this, but might as well play it up—sort of pique her social interest and add some respectability.) You just won’t believe it—Vince will be a sophomore at Atlantic U this fall! And get this, he’s second year pre-med!” (I knew this last bit would just impress the hell out of her.)

“He’s Italian?” she asked, kind of catching me off guard.

“Well, I just met him, I…I guess so.” I suddenly realized I didn’t even know Vince’s last name. Thank god, I’d mentioned the restaurants and the key words “pre-med”. Fortunately she was so pleased, she of all people, forgot to properly follow her line of interrogation. I guess I’d better keep the conversation flowing my direction. Like I said, sometimes I’m pretty good thinking on my feet. With a mother like mine—it was a matter of survival. “Anyway, you’ll get to meet him probably tomorrow. He’s coming over in the afternoon after I get up. We’ll be talking about school and settling into the collegiate routine and stuff.” God, if she only knew the “and stuff.”

“That’s nice dear. Anthony’s, hmmmm…I don’t think I know his parents. What did you say his name was?” Good, she’s dead off—the scent on the trail’s gone completely cold!

“Vince, mom. You’ll see him tomorrow. Now what sacks go downstairs?”

She pointed out the three on the left counter, and I grabbed two of them, knowing I’d have to make a return trip—they were heavy! “Thanks dear, just leave them down on the counter, I’ll put them away. I’ve rearrange things differently.”

“No problem.” I was only too glad not to get involved any further. I took them downstairs and returned for the last one. As I picked up the sack, she handed me another sack, which was full of frozen foods for the freezer, telling me to just set them in the freezer, sack and all, and she’d rearrange them later. I did as I was told, then headed back outside to the patio and continued sunning myself…and congratulating myself on both my pending good fortune and formulating my introduction plans.

I basked in the sun until the shadows overtook the entire patio, having had to move three different times. Mom had even brought out some iced tea and some sort of snack biscuits to me. (Hey I could get used to this!) I think she wanted to continue the conversation, or maybe she found an inconsistency—whatever—I didn’t give her the chance, I just pretended to be heavily immersed in the magazine, and she bought it.

I finally went inside to shower off the sun tan lotion and the sweaty build up. On my way to the bathroom I ran into my sister. Her eyes were red and swollen—she’d been crying. I guessed she’d found out she’d be returning whatever she’d bought—too bad! I could barely contain myself. I must have let out a slight smirk—she scowled at me and stomped back to her bedroom in a huff. I thought, “If my luck holds out, maybe she’ll pass on dinner!”

After I’d finished showering and cleaned myself up, I wandered into the kitchen. Mother was leafing rapidly through a cookbook. “What’s for dinner?” I asked casually. It was when she looked up; I could tell she was upset.

“I don’t know why I even bother to cook around here!” her voice was shaky and she was on the verge of crying, but she continued—she always continued—she had to just get it out of her system. “Your sister…” she started in (this was serious—anytime she was referred to as “my sister” meant trouble) “your sister spent over $100 on two pairs of jeans. I told her she’s taking them back, but she’s already ripped off the tags.”

“I’m sure the store will take them back. She hasn’t washed or worn them yet—has she?” This seemed to calm her down a bit.

“And she’s not getting any dinner tonight from me. She’s confined to her room for the rest of the night!” Gosh—things were REALLY looking up!

“Hey mom, I’ll tell you what. Let’s you and me go out to dinner by ourselves. You won’t have to cook, and we can have a nice meal. After all, I’m not going to be around much longer, besides I’ll treat!”

She looked up at me, “No, you save your money. You’ll need it soon enough.” My idea was being deflated. Then she added, “Fair enough, but I’ll buy, you don’t have to. What are you hungry for?” I started to think about this, but before I could come up with a suggestion, she continued. “I know…how about Italian? You always like Italian. I’m kind of in the mood for Italian myself. Why don’t we try that restaurant of yours…Anthony’s?”

Restaurant of mine? Shit! Here we go again! Oh well, I guessed that it would work. Besides, if Vince were working, he’d be busy and probably couldn’t talk much. Besides it would give her a chance to ‘size him up’. This would clue me in for tomorrow.

“Italian it is! Anthony’s sounds fine; I heard the food’s good too!” I lied. But if the veal marsala or the veal picata was anything like the pizza—she’d be in her element.

Thirty minutes later, we were out the door. She’d given my sister one more dose of verbal chastising and told her there’d be hell to pay if anything else happened. I drove and wisely mother took the keys to her Buick. I put the top down and we headed off to dinner. Yes, we’d salvage this evening by ourselves. I was actually looking forward to this—yeah I know—before I go all soft—I too knew I was going to be missing my parents—but I’m not crazy—not my sister! And that’s were I thought Vince would come in handy—sort of take up some of the slack.

Mom had definitely perked up now. The early evening summer sun was perfect. She reached over and placed her left hand on my right arm. “You know, I think I’ll get a convertible next time, I’m going to miss this car—and you!” I looked over at her, she smiled, and all of the sudden I felt guilty. Guilty about leaving her—alone to deal with my sister, alone when dad traveled out of town, guilty about the secrets I kept from her, and most of all the guilt I felt hatching my little cottage business plan.

We pulled into the restaurant parking lot…it was pretty full already. “You know Brian, I’m starved, you?”

“I could swallow a horse!” Yes I could—if she only knew.