Gay Erotic Stories

Chapter Two: Sitting on my couch... It has been several weeks since we were alone together at the bed and breakfast in the woods. However, the images of that weekend are still vivid in my mind as if they had just happened. Every time I close my eyes, I am looking into your beautiful blue eyes. I receive a letter in the mail a few days ago from a very good friend of mine. She invited me to her wedding and told me I could bring a friend. It has taken me this long to get up enough courage to call you to ask if you would like to go with me. I reach for the phone. There is nothing, no dial tone. Suddenly I hear a voice, Kerri? I replied, "Yes?!." Then the voice one the other end said, "hey, it's me." To my shock and amusement, the light bulb went off in my head, it's him. "Hi!," I said. I was just thinking about you and was picking up the phone to call you. You say, "Great minds think alike, I guess." I proceed to tell you why I was calling and you agree to go with me to the wedding. Finally, the day arrived. I am nervous. It is 2:30 p.m. and you are to pick me up at any minute. As I pace the floor in anticipation of seeing you again, the doorbell rings. I almost jump out of my skin. I compose myself and walk casually to the door. I open the door calmly only to have the sexiest man standing there staring back at me. I am flabbergasted. I had never seen anyone fill out a tuxedo like you did. You smile and ask if I intend to leave you standing on the stoop or if I am gonna invite you in. I invite you in. Still, in awe at the way you fill out your tux. You smile at me and ask me what I am looking at. I walk toward you, gently kissing your lips and then I tell you how nice you look. You smile at me again and kiss my lips softly. Then you glance at my dress. It was pale peach, and low cut and full at the breast, form fitting at the waist, and billows out around my hips, and flows about 3/4 the way down my thighs. Telling me how much you like my dress, you wrap your hands around my waist and pull me close to you. Looking into each other's eyes, the memories of the weekend in the woods come flooding back. Slowly you lean in and gently kiss my neck. I slowly run my fingers through your hair. As you kiss my neck and down my chest, my breathing is becoming shallow. My hands slowly caress your hair. I slowly move them down your back, feeling your muscles as you are gently caressing my back. As we are suddenly taken with the moment, the phone rings. You whisper softly, don't answer it. Kissing me and moving me back toward the couch, I move my hands to your bow tie. Running my hands over the collar, to the clasp, I undo your tie and start to unbutton your shirt. You caressing my body in the same fashion, you did at the inn. You lay me down on the couch and look into my eyes. I put my hand inside your shirt and run my fingers up your chest. You slowly take your jacket off. I start to feel giddy at the thought we were about to enjoy each other the way we did at the inn.