Gay Erotic Stories

When I first moved into Manhattan from Long Island, I was DIRT POOR. Although I was working in the City, I couldn't really afford to live in The City, but I was there so much after work (for dinner, theatre, movies, etc...) that I felt like I was living on the LIRR. So, every Saturday morning for three months, I took the train back into Manhattan and spent my weekends scouting for an apartment. I saw fifth floor walkups with bathtubs in the kitchen, apartments with no closets, some with kitchens in a closet... you name it, I saw it—or the lack of it. And every Sunday night, I returned to Long Island, more and more depressed.

Then, one Sunday, I walked by a supermarket on Eighth Avenue in Chelsea when, through the window I saw an older man (in his 40's) putting up a note on the bulletin board. For some reason, I walked in and read it, and it said:

Apartment Share Available for Non-Smoking Male. Sunny bedroom in a 3-bedroom apartment in the heart of Chelsea. Own bathroom, share kitchen and living room. Rent and all utilities - $350.00 per month.

The address was right around the corner. I had never even considered sharing an apartment, I hadn't had a roommate since I graduated college 4 years earlier. It seemed too good to be true -- where I wanted to be for what I could afford. Before I knew it, I ripped the sign off the bulletin board (so no one else could see it), and I ran after the man. As I caught up to him, he turned around and cruised me up and down, taking notice of my long blond hair, my green eyes, my muscular body, and apparently liked what he saw.

Ten minutes later, we were seated at Big Cup, chatting like a couple of old friends. He was David, and although he owned the apartment, he didn't live there - although he came by to fix things when they broke down. There were two other guys already living there, the third had moved out when he found a lover. He pulled out two pictures from his wallet and slid them over to me, face down. I turned them over, one by one, and gaped at them.

First of all, these guys were HOT, HOT, HOT!!! Redheads (always a big weakness of mine), muscular, about 19 (I was 25 at the time), posed casually laying back on a bed, totally naked and hard as rocks!!! Second of all, except for the fact that one had a tattoo of a bird on his right pec, and the other had one of a panther on his left pec, these guys were identical. My cock sprang to attention, because, like all gay men, I had a fantasy about twins. And above all else, I am an inveterate voyeur. I love to watch hot guys, alone, together, in groups... whatever.

"Fuck, David, how did you get these pictures of them?", I asked, squirming to relieve the pressure as my cock hardened in my jock. Noticing my discomfort, he smiled and said, "You'll see." Grinning, I said, "Oh, they're exhibitionists, huh?" Enigmatically, he took back the pictures, shook his head ever so slightly, and asked, "So, do you want the room?"

Three days later, I moved my stuff in without even seeing the place first (OK, it may not have been the smartest move I could have made, but for some reason, I trusted David, and it turned out great!!!). I even gave up the security deposit on my old place on Long Island in lieu of a month's notice that I was leaving so that no one else could steal this place from me. As I pulled up to the front of the building in the moving van I rented, out came the three of them, David, Jason and Jaden (the twins), to help me unload (no pun intended). The twins were every bit as hot as their pictures, even fully dressed, and David was also pretty sexy, for an older guy.

The apartment was fabulous! The front door entered into a big living room, off of which there was a kitchen, full dining room, and a hallway. Off the hallway were 3 bedrooms (mine, at the end of the hall had a private bath and a walk-in closet) and one more full bath. Jason's bedroom shared a wall with my walk-in closet, and Jaden's room shared a wall with my bathroom. They told me that, since they were twins (I pretended not to have noticed), it made sense for them to share the bath. Who was I to argue with them?

Two hours later, my stuff was in its place, and it looked like I had lived there for months. Although it was only 6PM, I was exhausted from my move, and told the guys I needed to sack out for a while. They told me they were going out for dinner and a movie, and would see me in the morning. After they left, I stripped off my clothes, took a quick shower, and got onto the bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, and didn't wake up until 2 in the morning.

When I woke up I was a little cold, so I walked into my closet (complete with its built-in dressers) to get something to sleep in. For some reason, I didn't turn on the light. As I bent down to reach into a drawer for my singlet, at the far end of the closet, in between some of my shirts, I saw a circle of light no more than 1/4 inch in diameter. I walked toward it, parted the shirts that almost hid it from view, and stuck my eye to the hole. What I saw was a full view of Jason's room, his bed directly in front of me. Jason was laying on his bed, naked, stroking his hard cock with one hand and working a dildo into his ass with the other. I also realized that this was the same view as in David's picture of Jason -- that dirty old man had taken naked pics of Jason through this peephole!

Transfixed by the sight of this humpy redhead pleasuring himself, my cock sprang to attention. I reached down, and started to match Jason stroke for stroke. As his hand massaged precum into his cockhead, so did mine. As he drove his fist hard down to the base of his shaft, so did I -- it was as if Jason was stroking my cock for me. In no time, I was close to cumming, and I realized I had nothing to shoot my load into. Regretfully, I tore myself away from the sight of Jason working himself from both the front and rear, knowing that I would be able to enjoy that view, and many others, on a regular basis from the privacy of my closet.

I walked toward the bathroom, and as I reached for the light switch, again, I saw a 1/4" circle of light, this time in the wall above the toilet. The next morning I realized that from my side of the wall, it looked like part of the pattern in the art deco tiles lining the walls. I looked through this hole, and saw virtually the identical sight as from my closet--a hot humpy redhead pounding a dildo into his butt as he fisted his cock. Only this one had a panther on his chest, not a bird. And, again, I recognized the wallpaper and bedspread as those from the picture of Jaden that David had shown me. I was in heaven, realizing that I not only had a great apartment that I could afford, I also had the best view in Chelsea--twice over--to enjoy in the privacy of my bathroom and closet. I might never leave this place!!!

I straddled the toilet bowl, lifted the lid, and started fisting myself in time to Jaden's jacking motion. On a nearby hook was my back brush, the handle of which was already worm smooth from years of using it to fuck myself in the shower. Grasping it by the bristles, I eased the handle into my waiting hole. I began fucking myself deep with the brush handle, matching Jaden stroke for stroke as he dildoed his butthole.

I was so close from watching Jason before, and now Jaden. Before I knew it I was beyond the point of no return. I pointed my cock directly at the center of the bowl, jammed the brush handle deep into my ass, hit my prostate, and let fly load after load of jism. I didn't remember the last time I came with such force. I swear I could hear the "splat" as each wad hit the water. When my spasms subsided, I pulled the handle from my ass, and collapsed onto the bowl, facing the wall. As my head rested against the tile, I heard a muffled moan, and looked up to the peephole. Jaden's whole body had tensed up, and volley after volley of white sperm shot into the air and landed on his chest and abs.

I went back to bed, my mind a whirl, thinking of the views that I would have every night. My dreams that night were decidedly erotic. When I awoke the next morning, I realized that I had cum again -- my first wet dream since high school. I got showered and dressed, and walked into the kitchen. There were Jason and Jaden, in their briefs, making coffee. I said nothing to them, marveling at my good luck. They were not only incredibly sexy, they turned out to be the nicest guys I had met in a while. We chatted, and I discovered that they each had a boyfriend. The ground rules for the apartment were easy. Clothing was optional, and whatever you wanted to do in the privacy of your room was fine. Guests of any number were fine, as long as the door was kept closed. Since I had a private bath, there was no issue as to where my overnight guests might shower, etc...

They left before I did that morning, and I took the opportunity to got into each of their rooms, to see the peepholes from their side of the wall. In each room, the holes blended in perfectly with the pattern in the wallpaper, so it was impossible to see unless you knew what you were looking for, and went right up to it. I wondered whether Jason and Jaden even knew about them. Oh well, I thought, far be it from me to tell them!

I spent the rest of that day exploring the neighborhood, finding the supermarket, bank, movies, and coffee shops where I would spend my time in the neighborhood. There was a gym on the corner of our building, and I joined on the spot. My first workout there confirmed what I always suspected, Chelsea gyms were the best cruising spots in town. I left with four phone numbers, each guy hotter than the next, but none as hot as my roomies. At 5:45, I dragged myself back to the apartment, put my key in the lock, and walked into the living room. There were Jason and Jaden, naked, hard, stroking their own dicks while watching a porn video--orgies from across the country, filmed live.

Patting an open spot on the couch between them, Jason said: "Come on in, the water's fine". Not wanting to appear a stick in the mud, I stripped on the fly, plopped down between them, and started to stroke. We soon realized that they were about a half inch smaller than me in length, but they more than made up for it in girth.

The other difference was that I was cut, while they were uncut. Without touching each other's cocks, but with bumping and rubbing of legs and thighs, within ten minutes, we were all shooting our loads all over each other. As they each headed toward their rooms, they turned to me and, in unison, said: "Welcome to the apartment". I stumbled to my room, thinking just how welcome they had made me feel.

(This is the second in the series of stories about my experiences living in Manhattan and the first of five installments of the adventures I had with Jason, Jaden, David and others in my first NYC apartment. If you enjoyed it, please let me know. You can contact me by e-mail at Ebbtide77@hotmail.com.

E-mails with self nude pics showing both your cock and your face [no anonymous cock shots, please], will get mine in return - 18 years old and over only!!!)