Gay Erotic Stories

Jordy G. was one of those drop-dead handsome boys who came along every once-in-awhile to jump-start the hearts of the rest of us. He was a dark-skinned, dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty who frequented the beach out in front of my home, usually with an older sister. "Ohmygod!" was my reaction the first time I saw him out there alone and naked. And he heard me. So did the neighbors and they came out on their sundecks for a look at him. Back into the house I went before they could say anything. He was a grocery checker at a local supermarket. I stopped in the market one morning for milk and he waited on me. My heart pounded for this kid. It was all I could do to stop shaking. He knew the effect his beauty had on me because he had seen other men react in the same manner. That was what he told me when I finally calmed down and spoke to him. The conversation was brief, but was enough of an ice-breaker for him to look for me the next time he hit the beach. By the time he reached my sundeck, I was shaking like a leaf. Then, right there before God and every neighbor who might have been watching, he shoved down his wet trunks. "You . . .uh, want to get together now?" he asked, grinning. Before I could recover from that surprise, he was in my face looking deep into my eyes and stroking his dick. "C'mon," I said, taking his hand. We never made it to my bed. I fucked him in the shower. I couldn't help it, I was that turned on. He loved every second, he told me. "You love the admiration of men, too, don't you?" "I didn't spend six months in a gym to go unnoticed." Six months in a gym didn't make me look that good. Or young again. It was frustrating to see youth wasted on the young.