Gay Erotic Stories

Late Night Sauna By J. Fisher (logomo@easystreet.com) I think college fraternities are a lot like the military. You throw a bunch of hunky guys together and there will be thoughts of man-to-man sex, if not the actual activities. And like the armed forces, a "don¹t¹ ask, don¹t tell" policy is automatically in effect. I'd never had sex with another man. Sure, as kids the neighbor boys and I had fooled around. However, I had never had sex with a REAL man. I sure thought about it, and each time I did I tried to erase the thought from my mind. I wasn¹t a limp wristed, dress-wearing sissy. I was the stereotypical "boy-next-door" and I worked hard to keep that image in place. I couldn't possibly be gay. Besides, I knew my friends and family would reject me if I was a "fag." The fraternity I joined had a reputation for pledging the best looking guys on campus. Most of them were also incredible athletes. It was torture for a guy trying to keep his homosexuality locked up in the closet. The agony was made even worse by the knowledge that some guys in the house were having sex with each other ­ or at least sleeping with one another. Everyone just kind of looked the other way when two guys walked, or usually stumbled due to drinking too much, into one of the bedrooms together and the locks latched. It was a period of incredible confusion for me. I could have all the woman I wanted and yet what I really wanted, and was terrified to try, was a masculine All-American male. I found myself getting hit on by guys from other fraternities, including two frat presidents and a member of the football team. Instead of going for it, I spent a lot of time jerking off in the privacy of my upper-class room. I'd had "crushes" on guys in my house, but nothing like when Ted pledged the fraternity. Here was a guy who was absolutely beautiful. I'd never thought of men as beautiful before. He changed all of that. A swimmer, he had a body that was the envy of all who had the opportunity to see him without clothes. When dressed, the baggy pants and sweatshirts he wore covered a figure sculpted out of marble. Totally hairless for swimming competitions, he had perfectly defined pecs and washboard abs that seem to direct your eyes to his gorgeous low-hanging cock. Every movement he made caused his muscles to draw more attention to his body. The first time I was in the community shower with him I nearly fainted as he turned, lifted one leg up on the bench and began to soap his ass. His 27-inch waist made the magnificent white globes of his butt look huge and inviting. I started to get hard watching the bar of Ivory soap slide back and forth across the dark lips surrounding his asshole. Quickly turning around, I turned the spray of water to cold to jolt myself out of the thoughts I was having. Ted had beautiful dark features. His hair always looked slightly messed and would slide down across his forehead to cover one of his nearly ebony eyes. His laugh and smile allowed his perfectly white teeth to radiate from his angular face. Yes, I had it bad. I was actually falling in love with another man ­ and not really understanding how to deal with it all. I spent every spare moment I could with Ted. We double dated several times, having our choice of any beautiful girl on campus. One long weekend we went to the beach together with a group of friends. I still have the treasured photo from twenty years ago of the two of us, arms around each other, laughing on the beach. Often, on weekends, we would spend a great deal of time drinking together at a fraternity party or college bar near campus. On one such night we returned to the fraternity house so drunk we needed to hold each other up as we climbed the stairs. I don¹t remember who suggested it, but a sauna was agreed upon to sweat some of the alcohol out of our systems. In the bathroom next to my room a large portion of the community shower had been converted into an incredible sauna. The renovation had left only two showerheads crowded together in front of the door to the cedar steam room. I don¹t remember a lot about that night. I do remember Ted and I both nude under the shower heads, laughing as our wet asses bumped into each other. I have memories of being in the sauna, smelling the salt in Ted¹s perspiration as is cascaded off the perfect nipples, on the perfect chest, to the perfect abs and into the crotch I wanted more than life itself. I remember my body shaking as I lowered my head toward the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. The next thing I knew I was hanging on to a toilet bowl for dear life, worshipping the porcelain god. I¹d never been so sick from drinking. All these years later, I'm still not truly sure about what happened that night in the fraternity house sauna. I do know that Ted never spoke to me again.