Gay Erotic Stories

Lying with my head at the window, my eyes closed, the sounds of the market outside my door float up to me. Talking, laughter, children, mandolin, a dog barks, and my mind drifts back to this morning. Walking to meet him at a coffee house. The walk to the park. Sitting on the bluff, chatting softly. My hand tentatively touches his knee. He looks at me and smiles. The touches come more easily. I rub his back, wishing the shirt was gone, that there was no one who could interrupt us. Walking down the beach, towards my favourite cove, I turn him towards me and steal a kiss. We sit on a log, appreciating the first sunny day of the last summer of the century. I steal another kiss, feeling a fire in me and feeling its echo in him. We walk through the park, our socks becoming itchy dispersal mechanisms for grass seeds. I show him my favourite places, he shares a few dreams. “What now?” I ask. Breakfast at his place is the reply, and my pulse quickens. On the walk home we pass a girl and her father. “That’s a pretty dress” she tells me. I decide not to argue semantics by telling her it’s a kilt. We arrive, both hungry in more ways than one. Breakfast, though good, is merely the prelude to something better. A back rub offered and accepted, naturally I brought oil (boy scouts are always prepared). My fingers explore his back, his neck, his arms, his feet, calves, thighs, and the places further up that make him shudder and moan softly. Shorts come off, arousal burns. Still exploring, touching, licking, I enter him. The sensation blinds us both. His back arches eagerly under me, his lips hungry for mine. A bottom no longer, I ride him, feeling the rush of dominance. I roll him over and then he’s in me, giving me what I want. I’m happy to take it. Flashes of locker room fantasy and the feeling of being filled by him push me over that edge we all seek, and he’s there, falling beside me. Bodies tingling, we lay beside each other. Spent. Comments? email me at mcmorganism@yahoo.com