Gay Erotic Stories

I have been married for 4 years, and am straight. But something happened just over 6 months ago that surprised me and has made me wonder if I am 100 percent heterosexual. Not that it would bother me to find out, because I find my present relationship with my wife very satisfying. Nevertheless, I want to relate the incident to someone. My wife and I had eaten dinner, and she left the house in our only vehicle about 6 PM to go to the shopping center nearby. I felt drowsy, and dived into in my recliner and dozed off to sleep. It must have been a little over an hour later that I awoke and got up and treated myself to a big stretch. The sun had gone down and left the house in a dim twilight. I decided to read the latest edition of my favorite magazine, and realized that I had left it in another room. I really don't know why, but instead of turning on the lights, I walked in the semi-darkness to the guest bedroom to retrieve the magazine. As I opened the door to the guest room and walked to the bed where I had left the magazine, I looked through the open blinds of the window toward my neighbor's house. Brad and Linda's house is barely 10 feet from my own. My wife and I know Brad and Linda casually, but we don't often interact with them even though they are the same age as my wife and I. They are friendly and I consider them good neighbors. Our subdivision is an older one, and the home builders didn't seem to pay a lot of attention to privacy needs when they built our houses because my window opened almost directly into Brad and Linda's guest room. I saw Brad standing in his boxer shorts at a small chest of drawers which had a VCR and a TV stacked on top. The room lights were on and I could see clearly all the action that followed. I don't know with certainty, but I think that because my own house lights were out and our car missing from the driveway, Brad did not bother to close the drapes in the room, assuming we were not at home. I further assume that Brad was home alone too. I watched as Brad inserted a tape cartridge in the VCR and picked up the remote and stepped backward and sat in a comfortable arm chair. Brad stretched out his legs and got situated, punching the buttons on the remote and staring at the TV screen. The TV screen was not visible to me because it faced away from me slightly, but I had an almost perfect head-on view of Brad. I stood there, not knowing why I was interested in what followed, but I remember moving slowly to the edge of the bed and sitting down to watch the show. Brad stared intently at the TV and occasionally punched a remote button, I assume to fast forward the tape. As he watched, he rested his hand on his crotch and gently rubbed his dick through the fabric of his shorts. Brad is trim and muscular. He has a V-shaped torso and bulging leg muscles. I had never seen him shirtless, but now I saw that he had a light covering of chest and abdominal hair. It was a body that would draw women's attention at the beach. Not much happened for some minutes as Brad continued to stare at the screen and from time to time, lick his lips. He continued to fast forward or maybe fast reverse the action on the tape. Then, he stared very intently at the screen as if he had found the scene that he was looking for and suddenly placed the remote on the arm of the chair. He lifted his butt off the seat of the chair and pushed his boxers to his ankles and kicked them away. Now his dick was in view. I could easily see that he was cut and sported a piece of wood that may have been 7 inches. He got comfortable in the chair once more and began to stimulate his root. He used his hand to rub the end of his penis in a slow circular motion just like he was rolling a small ball in his fingers. His left hand moved to his pecs and I could see that he was gently flipping his finger across his erect nipple. At some point, I realized that my own hand was at my crotch and I had a hard-on as well. I thought nothing of it the moment it happened, but later wondered why the sight of another man jerking off had opened my hormone plugs and turned me on. I now recall, as a clumsy adolescent, the trio of myself and two of my buddies had formed a circle jerk. The sight of two of my buds stroking their own roots had stimulated me. I suppose that the same thing happened as I spied on Brad. By now Brad had changed the stimulation he was providing his dick and had his fist around his dick. He moved his fist up and down his member and continued staring at the TV. I saw him using a stroke on his dick that I have done myself. He slowly rotated his fist around his dick while simultaneously moving it up and down. His legs had been stretched out in front of the chair, but he pulled his heels to the chair and spread his knees wide. His nuts now hung over the edge of the chair cushion and I could see that he had a set of balls that were impressive. His scrotum now began to bounce gently with the up and down motion of his hand. From time to time he moved his left hand to his balls and gently squeezed. His efforts were beginning to pay off. I saw him, first at long intervals, then more and more often let his head fall backward on the headrest of the chair as he took a quick breath with his eyes closed. He would often bring his wide-spread knees together and squeeze them, causing his leg muscles to flex. All the while, stroking his dick and touching his nipples. Twice I saw him stop the fist stroking, and using his thumb and forefinger, "milk" his root. I could barely see it, but the action produced a pearl of pre-cum at the head of his dick. He pinched off the bead of clear liquid with thumb and forefinger and then sucked the slippery lube with his tongue. He now began to use a faster stroke on his member, and was obviously teasing himself to orgasm. He would rapidly stroke and then stop, taking his hand off his dick to rest for a few seconds. Then something special happened in the action on the video because he stopped the teasing and began to stroke continuously. I watched as he opened his eyes in a wide stare and pursed his lips. I could see him puffing through his lips as he began to have his awaited climax. His body tensed all over. His muscles flexed, the tendons in his neck strained, and he suddenly extended his bulging legs. His ankles bent and he pointed his toes while throwing his head backward on the head rest of the chair. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open in a wide toothy grimace. His stroke now became slower as he clutched his dick and made the end of it turn purple in color. His body then convulsed violently, pushing the arm chair backward an inch or two as his heels dug into the carpet. His head simultaneously turned to the side, and through the closed windows, I could faintly hear him make several loud barking-like noises. The load spewed from the end of his dick. The first squirt was kind of small, and fell near his navel. But the second jet of cum arched up and fell on his pecs. It looked huge and clung to the hair on his chest. Several more smaller globs left his dick and scattered over his abdomen. He stopped the stroke and shuddered. I could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed rapidly for a few seconds and then he reached for his boxers on the floor. Using them to wipe off the cum, he stood and removed the video tape from the VCR, turned off the lights and walked out of the room. My own dick painfully pressed against the fabric of my clothes, and I quickly unbuckled my jeans, removed my tee shirt, and pushed my pants and shorts to my ankles and fell back across the bed. As I put my fist around my dick, I felt the wetness of the pre-cum that had completely covered its head. I spread the lube over my dick and stroked. In less than 30 seconds I was cumming. My load squished out and splashed over my reclining body. Unlike Brad, my own semen is very thin and liquid, and I felt the startlingly warm drops running down my ribs and into my navel. I felt the unbelievable glow of sexual release spread over me as I lay there for several minutes. I have to admit that I really did enjoy the demonstration of my neighbor. For some reason, the experience has given me a better outlook on my sexuality. I feel more comfortable about the scene 6 months later than I did the day after. No guilt...just a fun memory.