Gay Erotic Stories

Nightmares… …of deep shadows and brilliant highlights. He was lying in bed and he thought about the last few hours. What a terrible race. Again he failed and had to give up. Rolling over to his side he tried to forget about it but the thoughts still crossed his mind. Everybody told him that it wasn’t his fault, the engine broke down but he felt like it was. No points, again... How will the team he’s supposed to work with next year think about it? They probably might regret it already that they gave him the contract. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions he finally managed to fall asleep. But there was no peace in this sleep. Dreams started to chase him... It was dark... Pitch black... He couldn’t see anything... Like he was standing in a room with no windows. But he could feel... It was cold. The coldness was rebound by walls surrounding him... He could feel the stone under his fingers... And he could smell it, like a living thing... It was so...dark ...and empty! He felt lost and lonely... Is anybody here? He had asked out loud but his words were engulfed in the deep of the darkness. Spider webs were touching his face like cold ghosts coming out from the darkest part of his soul. Screaming, his hands searching the way... he tried to escape but couldn’t really. He ran down a tunnel of stonewalls, bumping into them, trying to find a way out of this nightmare but there was none. Exhausted and scared he finally sat down, the cold wall at his back, knees high up to his chin. Tears streamed down his face and soft cries echoed in the dark... the only sound he could hear. We will find you! Frightened he lifted up his head and tried to see with big watery eyes who said this. He listened into the blackness around him but there was nothing. His heartbeat slowly came down when he heard nothing again... We will get you! There it was again...oh my God, I am not alone! Who’s out there? Again the feeling like he had talked out loud but he couldn’t really hear his own words. Rapidly his heartbeat sped up... shivers ran up and down his spine... Goosebumps all over his skin... Run! Nononono, the whispers got closer, please... just let me wake up! Run! And he ran... one hand on the wall to find the right way. As fast as his legs could carry him or as fast as he thought he would be... He ran, fell down but could get up again and suddenly they had reached him... Hands grabbed his arms and shoulders, pushing and pulling on him like he was a doll. His shirt was torn down in pieces... cold fingers on his skin made him shiver even more but at the same time the fear gave him the strength he needed so badly. His muscles hurt because of his efforts but with a scream what echoed only in his ears. He got free, got away from whatever might have held him... Save, for now...! Sobs escaped his chest, his knees were more than weak but he took all his strength to get away... You cannot escape us! And slow building laughter, getting louder and louder with every second, floated around him... Surrounded him and filled up everything... He could hear it, feel it, even taste it and couldn’t help it: He had to scream again... Give room to his fears... He tried to hide his ears under his hands while more tears streamed down his face, but couldn’t do anything else! Even if they’d grab him now, he was just unable to move or run or hide... Let me get away, let it go away, oh, please, help me, help me, help me... As if someone heard his thoughts, two hands touched him, pulled him up in a warm embrace and led him away. He still shouted out loud and held his ears, incapable of feeling anything else than his fear. He was cradled down in warm caring arms... soft words mumbled in his ears... giving him the safe feeling he needed so badly. Finally he stopped screaming, the sobs that were choking him got less and he calmed down a bit. All the time he heard the soft whispers of safety and love in his ears and felt the hands on his bare skin... caressing and holding him tenderly. Those hands were different... they were warm... and gentle... alive! He was still cuddled up, leaning on a slim masculine body; his face buried deep in the hollow of the stranger’s neck. He shivered but managed to open up his eyes. The darkness was transformed into deep shadows. He could see white skin covered with a black sleeveless shirt he was leaning on. A muscular arm came into his sight, covered with something... no; it was a tattoo all the way down to the wrist. He sat up but was too scared to look up when suddenly a hand took his chin into a strong grip and lifted it so he had to face his saviour. His eyes were dark, like the darkness that had surrounded him earlier. Long brown hair fell into his eyes, which had dark Make-Up around them. The mouth was delicious, with full inviting lips and even more when a small pink tongue came out and made these lips shiny and wet. He knew this guy! The eyes, the hair, the tattoo, just the way he looked at him... Full of secrets and promises... dark... full of deep shadows but at the same time they had brilliant highlights... Him! Or at least Ville, the singer of the same called band. We will find you! Angry shouting this time, no more deadly whispers. “No, they won’t! Promise!” The sound of the deep voice echoed in his ears. Again he looked up and in the eyes of Ville. He saw the promise there and the urgency to put all his trust in the singer came over him like a wave in the ocean. He couldn’t say anything, just nodding. They moved deeper into the shadows of the dark corner they were standing in, Ville’s arms still around him like a wall of trust and safety. The dark eyes looked at him, sparkles visible, even in the dim light that filled up everything around them. His beautiful lips formed into a smile when Ville reached out and grabbed his face with both hands. “Isn’t every day a good deed? And now I get my prey for it!” Ville’s lips touched his own and he felt like shivers would run all over his body. The feeling was incredible and willingly he opened up is mouth and gave him entrance. The first time their tongues met made him grow hard. The kiss was demanding... a little fight about strength. Ville held him with one hand while his other hand came down his body and grabbed his buttocks with a firm grip. Ville’s own now hard erection pushed against the body of the young man in his arms. It wasn’t enough! While Ville was still kissing his “prey” his other hand moved around and opened up their pants, getting out both of their throbbing members with one move... rubbing them together and holding them with one hand. He was shaking. He couldn’t move again! This was absolutely crazy... First he was almost out of his mind because of the fear he felt and now this! This guy was hot and made him shiver and he was so close... He couldn’t help but push deeper into the kiss, into the grip on his aching erection. He tried to talk when waves of pleasure spilled over him and brought him closer to the end. Again no sound was heard... this time because of the wonderful mouth still holding his captive caught in this never-ending kiss... Harder and harder he pushed his hips to the other body, in desperate need to finish what Ville had started. Disappointed, he moaned when the hand holding and bringing him closer left and moved to his butt again. Strong lean fingers dug into him and found that special spot that sent pleasure over pleasure through his whole body. He couldn’t stand it any longer... With intensity like a tornado he was sent over the edge... screaming out Ville’s name...and again nothing was heard! The feeling was overwhelming and he couldn’t do any more than collapse on the ground... the arms holding him all the time... gone, letting him go! It took endlessly until he was able to open his eyes. There were... Lights...! Warm and cozy... Cushions all around him! Where was he? He couldn’t help but start laughing when he realised that it was just a dream. He was in bed in an impersonal hotel-room, like always after a race. His belly was sticky; he ran a hand through it and looked at the mess on his hand. No more worries were in his mind, he was relaxed and to tired to clean himself up so he just rolled over and closed his eyes. While he drifted to sleep just one thought crossed Kimi’s mind: What a strange guardian angel! Liked it or not? E-mail and tell me: Lestat27@gmx.net English is not my mother-language.