Gay Erotic Stories

My buddy Tom was a guy who had always done everything right and reaped the rewards. In high school, top grades put him in junior college before his senior year and there he excelled. Everything Tom did, he did well. His future seemed so bright. Until one night at dinner. He covered his face with his hands and started crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I don't know, but I've got to get out of here," he wept. I paid the check and led him back to my car. "Don't take me home," he said. "I don't want my folks to see me like this." Lying back across my bed, he cried and cried. But he couldn't tell me why. He didn't know why, he insisted. I fixed him a hot drink and we had a long talk. There never was much satisfaction in being a high achiever, he said, "and now everyone expects more than I'm able to give! I'm tired of being the resident genius! I'm burned out!" He finished his drink, fell back across the bed, and hid his face from me. I sat there not knowing what to say or do for him. I got him some hot cocoa to drink and sat rubbing his neck and shoulders to get him to relax. When he finished the drink, I made him stretch out and covered him with a blanket. "You need sleep," I told him. "I need somebody to talk to." I wasn't sure I wanted to listen anymore. I needed to check my mail, feed my cat, and a dozen other things before turning in. "You got any more cocoa?" he asked. When I got back to Tom, he was undressed and over on the far side of the bed. "C'mon, sleep here beside me," he said. When I got down to my T-shirt and shorts, he was up on his knees behind me rubbing my neck and shoulders. Off went my T-shirt. Off went my shorts after he had me stretch out and then a backrub became a full-body massage. I never enjoyed intimacy like that with anyone in all my 20 years. Or prayed harder to keep it. When at last he tired, he rested on top of me and let me feel his dick get hard. I felt the most overwhelming joy when he raised back up to enter me. He wanted to be closer than just close to me. What followed was the most satisfying experience of my life. Painful? Yes, at first. But it left his heart pounding. I felt it. And then he was in my arms purring like a kitten. Just like a kitten. It was the greatest joy of my life being there for my Tom and I let him know it. I tried getting him hard again for another go-round, but he wanted to tease and play at kissing. "You going to be okay?" I asked. "With your help, I'll be just fine," he said grinning. Rediscovering me the next morning, Tom was on top of me again, his dick hard, knowing. Lust rocketed through every part of me as we connected, became one, and captured another painful ecstasy. "Oh, yeah," he gushed. "I'm going to be just fine!