Gay Erotic Stories

A car pulled into Steve's driveway one morning and didn't back out. Steve left our bed to peek out though the window curtains. "Oh, Shit! It's my boss! If she finds you here . . ." He was in jeans and T-shirt before the woman rang the doorbell, but he came flying back after his shoes. "You want me to hide?" I asked him. "No, stay here! Don't move!" Back to the front door he went and then . . I heard his car. I left the bed for a peek out through the curtains and saw Steve and the woman drive away in his car. They left someone behind---the woman's teenage son. He found me bare-assed in the kitchen cooking eggs. "Where's my mom?" he asked, but he was more interested in my ass. He couldn't stop staring. "A woman about 40-45 wearing a green dress?" I questioned. "Yeah, that's her. Where'd she go?" "My friend Steve took her off in his car. Probably to have breakfast. There's a restaurant down the road a ways." "Oh," he replied. "Hungry?" "A little, I guess." "Well, how about some eggs and bacon while you wait for your mom to return?" "Do you always fix breakfast naked?" "Will you tell your mom?" He smiled at last. "No." "You sure?" "I don't tell my mom everything." "Well, good, then you can grab some sun out on the beach with me." "Naked?" "Sure, why not?" Now he began to tremble as he stared. "Well, if you don't really want to, you don't have to," I said. No, he didn't want to. He wanted to follow me around while I straightened up the house. "You like guys, don't you?" He swallowed hard. Yeah." "You have a boyfriend?" "I did. He moved away." "Was he a top or a bottom?" He turned red. "Uh . . . a-a top, he muttered and turned on his heels and went through the backdoor out onto the sun porch. When I took him his breakfast, he was listening to a Walkman, to escape further questions from me, no doubt. But when he came looking for me, he was wearing only a towel. "I'm ready for that swim now," he said. He was dressed and at the front door when his mom returned. I kept out of sight, watching them through a window. The boy waited at their car, said something to her, then she walked back to Steve. I couldn't hear what was said, but guessed that the boy asked his mom if he could stay and then she asked Steve. Mom drove off alone, the boy re-entered the house with Steve, and then came looking for me. "Want to go for another swim?" he asked, lifting off his-T-shirt. Steve joined me in the doorway to watch the boy undress. "He's 18, horny, and, up until an hour ago, afraid to come out." "And now?" "He wants to do some catching up. You want to watch?"