Gay Erotic Stories

Christmas Eve, relatives and friends came to my home like an invading army. My dad took one look at them all, and decided to go play golf. "If you don't want to get stuck with a lot of work, you'd better get while the getting's good," was his parting advice to me. But mom wouldn't stand for me leaving her alone to feed the crowd. I had to stay and help out. A late arrival was a nineteen-year-old bodybuilder, mom said was a cousin of mine. I couldn't believe any guy that gorgeous could be related to me in any way. I left my place in the food line to go back to the end of the line, to stand close to him, to rub against him if I could. Finally, he noticed me there behind him and with a dazzling smile, and asked to speak to me alone in another room. "Your mom tells me I'll be sleeping on a sofa in the den tonight," he whispered. "I've got a friend coming in late who will need a place to sleep. Could we borrow your room for the night?" "You want to sleep with your friend?" "Well, yeah." "Okay," I agreed, wishing that I was that friend. My mom wouldn't have agreed to anything like that, so he had to come to me. I asked him if it was a sexy blonde gal he expected and he turned red in the face. "Well, almost," he muttered, and walked away. The midnight hour came and went with no sign of his friend. An hour later, everybody began to settle in for the night. I took his sofa, undressed under a pile of blankets, but waited (as he did, too) for the doorbell to ring. Sometime later, I was awakened by a hand moving into my underpants. It was this gorgeous cousin sitting beside me bare-assed naked, trying to get me naked. I raised my hips so he could take down my underpants and saw him grin. "C'mon, keep me warm," he whispered, and lifted me easily up off the sofa into his arms. I thought I was asleep dreaming all this. He was carrying me to my room! He wanted me sleeping with him! His friend never showed up, he said, putting me down gently upon the bed. And then he was on top of me, kissing me. I ejaculated against his stomach, I was so excited. "You were really ready, weren't you?" he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what? That I wanted you? You didn't give me a chance." I sputtered. "You got your chance now," he said, grinning. But I didn't need to say anything more just now. On my own, I lifted my feet up to invite him to enter me. "If sex could be this exciting every time, then I wouldn't care how many people pegged me as gay," I told him. "I pegged you the second I entered your front door." my cousin said emphatically. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Tell you what? That I wanted you? Not with all our relatives and friends standing there listening, I couldn't. The best I could do was come up with a phony story to get possession of your room so we'd have some privacy."