Gay Erotic Stories

helllllllloooooooooo :bobberrrrrrrrrrrrr? are you there? :whoooooooooo +yes cal im here +i wasnt sleeping :soory. i just got home +no problem :sorry :what time is it there :what time is it there :i didn’t want to call too late +no problem :were you asleep? +no, just resting :should i go +no +whats up? :nothing. just got home. told you id call so here iam +how was the bar? +cal? :fine itwasnt busy. it talked to my friend. there were some people there but not many. i danced. +sound like you had a good time :it was ok. what can you do on a monday night anyway +nothing much i guess :what did you do? +nothing special. called a friend. :wheres he? +augusta :and that is +north of here :i see :should i go.are you going to bed? +no. that’s alright. :i don’t know your habits yet :i mean i didn’t want to bother you :b? +i’m here +you don’t bother me cal. you’re never a bother. :itts late. i should go to bed +somebody sounds a little tipsy. a bit too much of the grape? :a bit too much of the fucking vodka. but im ok, really +i see :should i go +no cal. you know you’re always welcome here :thanks b :) :where’s the cat? +sleeping on the bed :the dog is looking at me like what? where you been? :i dont think he has a fucking clue +are you sure you’re ok, cal? you sound tired :im not tired. im drunk. but not drunk enough. you know what i mean? +no. not really :i mean, i went out and i know its not saturday night or anything, but then i thought what the fuck, theres got to be some live in this city somewhere. so i went out and saw dave and danced and had a few beers and talked to some guys but i still i mean here i am at home alone and that s that you know? +cal, what’s the matter? +cal +cal? :brb. no thats not right. i went to the bathroom. that would be wttb i think +you should go to bed, sweetie :wait. i thought my server had dies there for a second. can you still hear me? +yes, cal :i mean remember the last time i thought i t was crashing every two minutes +mine has been acting up for days. i think i’ll change servers. :mine is fine most of the time :that sounded like dr.seuss +LOL! :yeah right. laugh at me in my weakened condition. go ahead +i’m not laughing at you, cal :hey, i know what lol means +i would never laugh at you. you know that. :i know +besides, i’ve been there too. :but maybe you should. i deserve it. +deserve it? why? :i dont know. i just didnt feel like nothing tonight +do you want to talk about it? :no no +i see +are you ok? +cal? +are you still there? :im still here :it was just like, there i was, and i wanted to go out and have a good time and everything and it wasnt happening. i mean i know this is a small town and eerything. well it isnt. its a big city. but still i wanted something to happen and it didnt. and im all pissed and frustrated +what was it? were you looking for sex? :no that wasn’t it +well, then maybe you shouldn’t have gone out :i had to +why? :because i had to.because i had to. because its too far to next fucking friday and because life is too short and im on the other side of the hill headed down and i havent had enough yet and its not been enough +i really don’t know what to say to that. :you dont have to say anything. i know im a raving lunatic. +no, cal, you’re not. if i know anything about you on our short acquaintance it is that you are a nice guy :thank you +and i think that if you just hang in there things will turn around for you eventually :eventually is not soon the fuck enough for me +maybe you should go to bed. it will be better tomorrow. :will it b? will it really? or am i just going to wake up tomorrow and roll over and there ill be again. looking at the wall and wondering what the fuck im doing with my life. +you’re asking me things i know nothing about, cal :i know. im sorry +dont be sorry. :i should let you go +i think you should go to bed :yeah yeah. sweet oblivion :you know what it is b? i was there int he bar and i know i was a little tipsy. hell i was half way to wasted. and i was dancing on a empty dance floor. and i should have been happy like i always am on a dance floor. i mean, its my fucking domain, right. but i wasnt it was like i was there dancing all alone and there was nobody in the bar with me. and i couldnt even hear the music. i was just moving my body like a fucking marionette and there was no reason for it or anything. and i thought about how i used to feel something special there. like the lights were shining down just for me. and thateverything in the universe was all right as long as i kept on dancing and then everything would go away and the whole world would be ok once more. but i didnt feel like that. i felt like one stupid person looking like an asshole dancing by himself in an empty bar. i kept on dancing because you have to. but after i got off the floor and found my fucking beer i stood there and wondered why the fuck i did it. why the fuck i did anything. and i didnt know. i used to know. i dont remember what i used to know lol but i used to know it +you’re going to make me cry, cal :no please b please dont cry. itll be alright. its just me tongiht. ill be alright tomorrow. the sun will come up . . . tomorrow (lalalala) +yes, cal. it will. :i know it will. and i know by next friday ill be out there again ready to take on the world. :ok im done. ive turned into a total idiot in your eyes too and tomorrow ill have to apologize for it. +you won’t have to do that :i know, but i will +you know you’re always in my thoughts, cal. and in my heart. +you’re fighting the good fight, cal. don’t ever doubt that. :thanks b. i need that. :xxx000 +but maybe you should go to bed. i know you don’t have to work tomorrow but sleep might help. :i think so too. ok im done. ill let you go to bed too :ill call you tomorrow. or post or whatever the fuck this is called +ok cal. sweet dreams :i hope so, b. you too. :bye +bye joe leaned back in his chair and looked at the cat. the cat was asleep. i should be too, thought joe. he looked at cal’s last words, then let his eyes drift up the screen to what they had said. he went back to his couch and picked up the paperback. evangele turned. how he had come into the garden so noiselessly, she did not know. perhaps the grass had stilled his footsteps. he stood there, still a distance away, watching her from the shade of the o’erhanging trees. one hand was extended, touching the bole as if for support. how long had he been there, watching her? as her glance met his, he stepped forward. instantly the sun hit his hair, making the long black mane shine. she caught her breath. she recognized again his danger, and her willingness to move closer to it. “i see you are about your work today.” she looked down at the basket in her hand. already there lay a dozen roses there. she sat the basket on the ground and lay the knife on top of the flowers. “it must be done,” she said. “and i have so little else to do.” leon smiled. “it is not a little, to create a beautiful moment inside.” evangele hesitated. “there are others arriving later. lord randel and his wife will be with us.” the slight shade of a cloud darkened his brow. it was there but a moment before disappearing, but some stray wisp stayed behind in his eyes. “will they be here long?” “until . . . the ship sails.” leon’s eyes met hers for but an instant. “i have come to say goodbye,” he said softly. she knew. she had known this from the moment she had seen him approach. this would be the moment she had hoped would never come. her hands clutched at each other involuntarily. she could feel a trembling she could not contain. in order to hide it, she picked up the basket again and wandered a little way off, looking for more roses. he followed her. “evangele.” she could not look at him. she could only look at the sharp sharp green edges of the leaves. the morning became warm suddenly. the scent of the flowers began to rise. “evangele, you know i must. i cannot stay here any longer.” she forced herself to look in his face “you have stayed so far as this.” his eyes saddened. “this is not my country.” no, she thought, please do not do this. he spoke again. “and you cannot be my wife.” there, it was done. before her, lying on the roses, the sun shone on the blade of the knife. then, what—she found herself thinking—is this thing that has pierced my heart. he stood there waiting for her to speak. she found she could not. and then she knew she should not. at least not of this. “are you leaving soon?” she asked. “tomorrow i leave for calais. i will go to see my sister first, and then home.” evangele picked up the basket and wandered a little further away again, as if she were still considering the flowers. “and what will you do there?” he sighed. “there are matters to be dealt with. i have duties there.” “ah, yes. duties.” it was the most she would allow herself, but even as she said it, she knew that she should not allowed herself that liberty. her eyes blurred, suddenly. he remained silent. she knew that he had caught the imputation, the one that applied to both of them. she knew he would not point it out to her. it was his one weak point—his sense of honor. that it was now his source of strength became more apparent to her than ever before. again she took a step away. they were almost at the end of the garden. a few more paces and they would be out of sight of the hard grey stone walls. here, at the edge, the flowers were less profuse. she saw one rose, fully-bloomed and lush, hiding beneath a few green leaves. she took the knife out of the basket and moved nearer it. in an instant he was there beside her. his hand sped out and touched hers, staying her movement toward the bloom. “no,” he said. “leave it. leave at least one to grow.” the smooth strong brown hand on hers caused her heart to swell as if it would fill her body. she forced herself to look in his face. she could be as strong as he. “it will fade. it will die.” his eyes were dark and wet. “no, it will not,” he whispered. “if i am not here to see it do so, it will not.” for a moment, they stood there. then each took a step back. joe put down the book. the cat had moved onto his lap. he took it in his arms and carried it with him as he went out on the balcony. the lights of the harbor showed clear and bright through the warm georgia night. strings of white glowed, while the random green and red dots burned more quietly. he thought about cal. he wondered if he were asleep already, sprawled out naked and snoring, in a tangle of sheets, lost in a dream.