Gay Erotic Stories

It had been hot for the past few weeks and I just felt too pressured to get things done. Finally I decided to go to my cottage in the state park north of my home to rest and get away from the rat race that was my job. I arrived on a Sunday afternoon expecting that most everyone in the area would be leaving to go home. I noticed that there was a car at the cabin next to mine. I was surprised as there had never been anyone up there when I was there. I paid little attention to it and unpacked my car and settled on the deck with a cold soda and the Sunday paper. Soon I heard someone calling and it was the guy next door. When I turned my head and looked at him, I really began to pay attention. He looked to be 25, had brown hair, was clean-shaven. He had on a t-shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans. He looked like he was in fine shape. He introduced himself to me and told me his name was Jeff. The cottage really belonged to his grandparents but because of their age they no longer were able to get there so he came up to see how things were. I invited him up on the deck, where we got to know one another. Soon it was dinnertime and we decided to go out to eat. When we arrived home, he said he had to take care of some things so we said farewell and I went back to my work. About 2 hours later, I was finishing the paper, wearing just a pair of shorts, when I heard a knock at the door. I turned on the light to see Jeff again. He asked if he could come in and I was more than willing to have him visit again. He looked at me and told me that he had been very lonely and needed to visit with someone. Did I mind? I smiled and told him that it was fine. He came in and I noticed that he was staring at my chest. At first I played with him by flexing my body to show off my muscles. When I noticed that he was getting "hard" I asked him if he were gay. He stepped back a moment and I told him that I was and that I thought he was cute. Before I could say another word he was all over me. His lips were on mine. His hands were caressing my body. It was as if two magnets were stuck to one another. Slowly I pulled off his shirt as he caressed my crotch and pulled down my shorts. Soon, we stood naked, embracing one another. Suddenly he yelled,"OH SHIT". I asked what was wrong and he told me he had left some water boiling on the stove. He told me he had to get back to the cottage. So, I asked if I could go along. Together, we slipped on our sandals and together walked to his cottage wearing only the footwear. About halfway there, I paused and without saying a word, I gave him a kiss that he would not soon forget. Our nude bodies touched in the coolness of that summer evening. Together we entered the cottage, where he removed the water and turned off the stove. We then proceeded to walk out back where we laid down in the grass to watch the stars, to hold each other tight, and to make passionate love under the moonlight. The next morning we scrambled to get inside before anyone could see us. We have met a number of times at our cottage in the woods. Moonlight. Passionate sex. A handsome man to hold. Life is Good!