Gay Erotic Stories

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I looked out the bus window. The bus was quite full for the time of day. Most people would be having dinner by now. I was surprised I wasn’t able to get a window seat. An elderly lady sat beside me. My broad shoulders slightly inconvenienced her, so I sat with half a butt-cheek over the aisle. The upside to this was that my time in the gym had paid off. Today had been my last day at the hospital for a while. I had taken three weeks off. One week would consist of helping my Dad move out of his apartment. It was bound to be emotional, as I knew we would find lots of things to remind us of my mother, who passed away 10 months ago. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to that. The two remaining weeks of holiday afterwards, were what I was really looking forward to. I had no plans to go anywhere, I just knew I would be hanging out with my friends a lot.

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I had been on this narrow, sandy road for quite some time now. I was pretty sure I was heading in the right direction. But then all of a sudden, to my right. Were those houses? They were a bit far away, so it was hard to tell. Not much longer now! The further I got, I realized the houses were part of the slums. Some of them looked like they were going to fall apart any second. I kept going. My feet hurt, but I had to go on. A few minutes later I saw a few buildings in the distance. It was some industrial type area. There were some parked cars. And then I heard more cars. Yes! There was a road! And I saw buses. I searched in my pocket for the note I had scribbled when I still had a full battery. Bus 158. I crossed the street and then walked alongside it. There were so many trucks, it was definitely a more industrial area. Every other place seemed to be selling cars. A bus passed me and then stopped. The bus stop! I had made it! And it was a 158! With all of the energy I had left, I ran for the bus. My big backpack bounced off my back. I made it on and paid the fee. I finally relaxed. It was very hot inside. I saw that there were no more places to sit and it was then that I started feeling a little light-headed.

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We stopped at the industrial part of town. It wasn’t much longer until I would finally be home. I would rest tonight and go over to my Dad’s somewhere tomorrow. I was just thinking about what food I should be making when I saw someone get on the bus. Dark blond hair, bright blue eyes and a pale sort of white. What a gorgeous man. His scruffy beard and his blue cap made him look so masculine. His white tanktop was sweaty, revealing his nipples. He stood out like a sore thumb with his big backpack and sunburnt shoulders. He clearly wasn’t from here. He looked slightly off balance when the bus started going. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. It got more and more crowded on the bus and at one point he stood right next to me. The longer I looked at him, the more I realized he probably wasn’t feeling so well. He was sweating heavily and he turned even paler than before. He started blinking a lot. I decided I was going to give up my seat for him, but it was exactly at that moment that he passed out. He fell forward onto my lap. The lady next to me yelped. I stood up and dragged the guy up in my seat. I took his limp arms out of the backpack. He was completely out of it. I checked his pulse and his breathing. He was fine, it was probably over-exertion. I noticed people looking at me, so I told them I was a nurse. I decided then and there to get him off the bus. It wasn’t my stop yet, but I knew this guy needed fresh air. I saw a young guy, and asked him if he could take the backpack off the bus. I put the guy’s arm around my neck and carried him out.

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All of a sudden I was sitting outside on this bench. I was feeling incredibly woozy, I couldn’t even fully open my eyes. There was this guy. Dark complexion. Black hair, closely trimmed beard. He looked quite hot and muscular. He gave me a water bottle with the cap screwed off. “Drink this”, he said, with an accent. I tried to fight it, but I could feel myself passing out again.

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I finally put him in my bed. When he passed out and dropped the water bottle, I had no other choice but to put him in a taxi. It would be cheapest to take him home with me. I could have told the driver to drop him off at a hospital, but then how would I get home? I took his sweaty clothes off him and left him in his underwear, which were tight white briefs. He looked incredibly sexy. He had some trimmed chest hair, but the rest of his upper body was shaven smooth. He was fit without being built. I prepared some food and put a bottle of water on the nightstand next to him. I slowly fed him food when I noticed he started waking up. But he kept going out again. He was going to be fine in the morning. My curiosity got the better of me when I checked his backpack. American passport. I knew it. Adam Mattis. Arlington, Virginia. I had no idea where in America that was. He had two large plastic water bottles in the backpack, both empty. He had probably run out and didn’t want to litter. It started getting late, so I went to bed myself as well. It had been a long time since I had slept next to someone. Especially someone this sexy. Something in me wanted to put my arm around him, but that might have been a bit creepy. Still, I fell asleep watching him.

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I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Where was I? It was morning. I was lying on my side. I saw white curtains flapping in the wind. There was a plate and a half-empty water bottle on the night stand. I only had some vague memories of eating something. I tried to get up, but I suddenly felt something. There was an arm around me. I looked to my left and there was the hot guy from before who wanted me to drink water. He was spooning me. I felt a boner against my butt. Did he drug me? I slowly raised his hand and the guy rolled onto his back. It must have been a hot night, as we had both kicked the thin blanket down to around our thighs. So I could see the guy was wearing tight black briefs. His boner just popped out the top. It was sort of hot, unless he took advantage of me. Now I could get up. I was still wearing my own briefs. But I had no recollection of what happened. I made it onto the bus, but that’s about it. I couldn’t find the rest of my clothes. I wandered into the living room of this apartment I was in. I saw my backpack. I checked if my wallet was still in there. It was. “Adam?” I heard a voice come from the bedroom. “How do you know my name?”, I replied. “I’m sorry. I checked your passport.” The guy came walking out of the bedroom in his black briefs. He had repositioned, but I could still see the outline of a massive boner in his briefs.

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“How did you get me here? What did you do?” “Woah, woah, relax”, I said. “You fainted on me on the bus. I’m a nurse. I thought I’d give you some food, water and a bed.” His defensive body language changed. He now seemed relieved. “Sorry, man. I thought you had drugged and raped me or something.” I laughed. “I’m Bernardo”, I said. “Thanks for helping me, Bernardo”, he said. His light blue eyes mesmerized me. I’m pretty sure I saw him quickly look me up and down. “No problem”, I smiled. My morning erection just wouldn’t go down. I was suddenly very aware we were both in our skimpy underwear. I tried to cover my crotch in a subtle way. “So where are my clothes?”, he asked. “I washed them. They’re drying in the bathroom.” “Oh, great! Would you mind if I do some more laundry?’, he asked.

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He showed me how his washing machine worked and then offered to make me breakfast. He was really sweet. His buff body contrasted with his polite demeanor and friendly smile. His accent was adorable and I was pretty sure he liked me. Every time I looked at him, he would look away. And I already saw his huge cock outlined in his briefs. This guy was too good to be true. Though I had to remember why I was taking this trip by myself in the first place. After my break-up I needed to learn to be independent again. And this trip had been the ultimate test. I was not looking for a relationship right now, especially not a long-distance one.

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He had looked so hot in his briefs, bending over to put his laundry in the washing machine. His butt was just slightly too big for the briefs, the top of his crack peeking out the entire time. Soon enough, he joined me in the kitchen while I was preparing breakfast. He sat down at the kitchen table and asked exactly what happened yesterday. When I told him, he seemed embarrassed, but very much able to laugh at himself. “I’m not used to this heat back home”, he said as he laughed. I asked what else he had planned for his trip in Brazil. He said he had started out in Rio for a week, now Brasília for a week, and that he had booked a pousada to relax in for the final week. “Am I saying that right, pousada?” He smiled at me. I smiled and looked down. This guy made me feel so insecure and nervous. I hadn’t felt this way about a guy before. The butterflies were almost up to my throat. “Yeah, close enough”, I said, casually. “So, yeah, a pousada near São Paulo. Plane leaves tomorrow.” “That sounds really nice”, I said as I poured coffee. “Milk, sugar?” “No, like this is fine, thank you”.

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We had breakfast in our underwear. We talked and laughed. We really had a connection. I felt like I had known him for years. All of the signs were there, despite what I had come to Brazil for. I decided that I would give him a chance. “So, can I take you out for a drink today? As a thank you for taking care of me?”, I proposed. I could tell he immediately got nervous. “That sounds really great”, he said. “I promise I’ll be out of your hair by the end of today”, I said, “maybe we can get a drink in my hotel bar?” “No no”, he immediately replied. “You can stay here.” “Are you sure?” “Yes! It’s only one more day, right?” “I guess…” That was a level of hospitality I wasn’t used to. I felt rude declining. “All right then. Thanks!”

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“I do need to help my father move for most of today. But you can just rest here and do laundry. Or walk around town if you like. I’ll be back before dinner.” “You trust me to stay in your apartment by myself? You barely know me!” He seemed surprised. “Well, yeah! What are you going to do, take my TV?” He laughed. “I did see your passport, remember?” I was starting to feel more comfortable around Adam. Our chemistry over breakfast had been so tangible, there was no way he didn’t have similar feelings toward me. “Honestly, I trust you.” “I promise I won’t take your TV”, he winked at me.

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Bernardo took a shower. I ate some more and drank some more water. I started feeling less weak. I massaged my own legs as the soreness kicked in. I couldn’t wait to get a professional massage in São Paulo. The shower stopped. Soon after I saw Bernardo leave the bathroom and walk into the bedroom wearing just a towel around his waist. I only got a short view of his muscular upper body, but it stunned me. I unconsciously licked my lips.

He came out of the bedroom wearing a tight black T-shirt and grey shorts. He left his cellphone number on the table. He promised he would be back soon. “And then tonight, it’s going to be two guys out on the town”, I said, playfully. He smiled. We both knew it was going to be more than that, but we hadn’t said it out loud yet.

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When I got to Dad’s house, there was already a van outside and boxes on the lawn. I was confused. I walked inside and saw some more boxes stacked by the door and my Dad and his friend Alberto were sitting on the ground drinking a beer. “Bernardo, my son!”, my Dad said in Portuguese as he tried to get up off the floor. I helped him up. “Dad! You’re practically done!” He hugged me. “I didn’t want to just sit around these past few days, so I got most of it done. With help from this guy.” He looked at Alberto, who managed to get up by himself slightly better. We hugged as well. “Why did you have me come over?”, I asked. “Here”, he said as he waved for me to come over to a certain box. “These are things I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep. Take your time to go through them in your own time.” The box was marked Bernardo. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a picture of my Mom and myself in a frame. It was taken when she had just gotten sick. It was a picture that made me both happy and sad. “Just take the box home, Bernardo, and decide later”, my Dad said. I sighed. “Thanks Dad”, I said as I hugged him.

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I hung the wet clothes on the rack in the bathroom. I almost immediately began to sweat. It was quite hot in the apartment. Once I got done, I really wanted to go out and see the town but my legs were like jelly. All I really wanted to do is rest some more. I went to the bed and laid down on top of the sheets and decided to just take a short nap. I could feel myself drifting off instantly.

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My Dad let me say goodbye to the old house. It was a chapter of our lives that we were now both closing. Because we had lived so much of it together, he wanted me there when he would see it for the last time. We drove to his new apartment, much more suited for an older man by himself, and carried in the larger things, like his bed, the table and a sofa. And then he asked me if I had evening plans. “Can I take you out for food or are you meeting people?” Today had been so emotional, I felt guilty leaving him. But my Dad always knew when I was lying. “I met someone, Dad.” He looked at me without saying anything for a few seconds. “Did you meet a guy?” I nodded. Dad had had a tougher time accepting my sexuality than Mom. It used to be something I only discussed with her. But once she passed, he had gotten better about it. “So you have a date, tonight?” “Yes.” “He better be good enough for you”, he said just as he slapped me on the back. I smiled. “Come have dinner with me once I’m settled in the new place, OK?” “Absolutely!” We hugged. “Now go to your guy! We’ll take care of the rest!” I took the box with my name on it with me and went home.

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The bed was so comfortable… but it was so hot…

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I had only been gone for less than two hours. I opened the door and the apartment was silent. Maybe Adam’s clothes had dried and he had gone out to see the city. “Adam?” There was no reply. I put the box down on the kitchen table and poured myself some water. It was quite warm in the apartment. I opened a window. I walked to the bathroom and saw that all of Adam’s clothes were on the drying rack. Including his underwear, which was exclusively briefs. It then dawned on me that he can’t have had anything else to wear. Maybe he was taking a nap. I went into the bedroom and gasped. Adam was lying on top of the sheets on his side, with his back to me. It was very hot in the room, which explained why his briefs were down by his left ankle. He must have taken them off while sleeping. His right leg was raised. His bare butt was smooth and round. I took a mental picture and as a courtesy turned on the ceiling fan so he wouldn’t be as hot. I closed the door.

To be continued…