Gay Erotic Stories

It was a hot and humid summer evening. Rob and I sat on a hillside by my house overlooking the city. It was night time. It was a great view both of the city and of Rob. It was still very hot. We were still very hot. Rob and I had been friends for a while. Really good friends. We did everything together. We spent a lot of the really hot summer nights just sitting and talking. I liked him. I liked him in every way possible. He was a great friend. Understanding, honest, sincere, trustworthy. Plus he was hot. He had a body to die for. And his eyes..mmm...I won't get into that now. This particular hot night we were just sitting. We didn't say much. Just idle chat. We both felt unspoken feelings for each other. Well, I know I did. I longed to hold him in my arms. I longed for him to hold me in his arms. I just wanted to touch him. To feel his body. To feel his warmth. To feel his strength. He sat there on the grass with me that night. Looking so relaxed and at peace. He wore jean shorts and a white undershirt/tanktop. I could see every muscle in his chest through his shirt. He looked so content in the early moonlight. This feeling of content made me even hotter. I admired Rob. He was my best friend, and I was happy to have him at least like that. He was particularly quite tonight. I wondered what was wrong. He spoke, "Jason?" "Ya," I replied. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I wondered what he meant by this. Could he tell I was staring at him. Did he know about my feelings? No. How could he? He couldn't. I had to cover. Fast. "Umm, nothing really. Kinda thinking about everything. You?" I asked, hoping he would buy my story. "Love," he responded. "Love? What about love?" "Have you ever been in love Jay," he asked me. "No," I said. "What about you?" If only he knew. "Not yet. I mean I have had feelings for people but nothing too serious. Yet." Rob said. I wondered what the "yet" meant. Could there be someone in his life that I didn't know about. We told each other everything. Was he keeping something from me? I had to find out. "Rob...is there something that you aren't telling me? Is there someone "special" in your life?" I was scared to find out what he had to say. If there was a girl that he was interested or dare I say, involved with, I thought I might die right there. "Well..." he said reluctantly "there is this person...but..." But what I thought. "What are you trying to say Rob...just spit it out." Then it happened. "Jason. I think I am in love with you." I died. (Not really...but it felt like it) I must be dreaming. My straight as an arrow best friend just said he loved me! NO. Wake up Jason. This is...unbelievable. All of the thoughts and feelings that I felt for him was racing through my mind like crazy. I felt light headed. But I still heard him. And still saw him. "...I am sorry." was the last thing I heard from him. I looked up and saw him getting up to leave. I had to stop him. I spoke. "Where do you think you are going?" I asked. He looked at me. I saw tears in his eyes. I loved him too. "I am so sorry man," he managed to whisper. "Why?" I asked. "You don't have anything to be sorry about." "I don't" he said. "Absolutely not." I got up and walked to him. I was sweating. He was sweating. He looked good. He was shaking. I took his hands in mine and tried to calm him down. I looked deep into his dark eyes. And he looked into mine. We stayed like this some time. Holding hands and staring into each other. At that point the truth was visible to both of us. Our true feelings were out in so many words. From that moment we both knew that our friendship would never be the same. The night was cooling off very slowly, but we were both still very hot. We both couldn't talk. We didn't know what to say. We didn't know what to do. So since he made the first move before, it was now my turn. I walked closer to him, I could feel the heat from his body. I leaned in and touched his skin. With my lips. I was kissing him. And he was kissing me back. It was an incredible sensation. An incredible feeling. Pleasure. Euphoria. A euphoric pleasure. I was floating. I was flying. The warmth. The passion. Indescribable. I stopped. I pulled away. I needed to breath. Any previous feelings of confusion, doubts, anything other than love, was gone. It was Rob and I, on top of the world, and in love. I knew that soon, my wildest fantasies would be fulfilled with Rob. I wondered what the rest of the night held for us. We were where we were before. Holding hands, and staring into each other. He still had tears in his eyes. I reached over and dried his face. He smiled. I smiled back. What next I thought. Who next? I figured I was on a roll. I let go of his hands and reached over to him. I touched him again. This time with my hands. It was ironic. What seemed like moments ago, which was really a couple of hours ago, I was admiring him, and dreaming, longing to touch my best friend. Feeling him. And now I was doing it. My dream was a reality. I put my hands on his shoulders. I felt him. It felt good. I moved my hands. I watched him. I watched his reaction. He let out a little whimper, a moan dare I say. His head moved back. I was guessing he was liking what I was doing. From the information that Rob had told me, I don't think he had ever had sex with the few girls he had been out with. And neither had I. So these feelings were fairly new feelings for the both of us. I continued on with my touch. I moved from his shoulders to his chest. I touched his chest through his white shirt. I felt his nipples firm up with my touch. I moved down to his stomach and felt his firm well toned ab muscles. This guy was incredible. He was enjoying this. I could tell. Two ways. The smile on his face, and the bulge in his pants. I couldn't believe that I was the cause of that. I looked at it. Then I looked at him. I had never seen Rob's entire naked body. I was again wondering and thinking. Would I get to see him in all his glory tonight? I wondered as I watched his bulge grow even more. And he watched mine as it did the same. It was kind of embarrassing, as no one has ever seen me hard before. But all together it was very arousing and very hot. He caught me off guard. As I was busy massaging his beautiful upper body. I felt him on me. But very differently. I look at Rob very intensely. Then I found his arm. And I followed it. I followed his arm down to where his hand was. My best friend Rob was massaging the very hard bulge in my pants. Incredible sensation again. I was beginning to wonder if one person was able to feel this much pleasure. It may not sound like something that great. But when someone expresses their true feelings to you, and touches you in a way that only you have been able to do up till now. When this same person is one that you have admired, respected, and loved for such a long time it is hard to explain. It may be the same feeling a husband and wife feel...I don't know I have never been married before. But I am sure that some of you can relate to this experience, this sensation, this feeling. What was once just a friendly touch, a friendly slap, was now so much more than that. It was an expression of our feelings. Our love for each other. It was getting late. It was getting cold. We stopped our touches and held hands. We kissed first. This kiss, deeper and longer and more passionate than the first one we experienced much earlier that night. I felt his luscious tongue probe my mouth as I did the same to him. We released and walked hand in hand back to my house. That morning we had made plans for him to spend the weekend at my house. My parents were gone on vacation and they thought it would be a good idea if I had someone stay with me. For company. I was very happy that I had three days and three nights with Rob. Just me and him. I wondered what the days would have in store for us. I wondered what he had in store for me. I was hoping that I would find out soon. "Rob?" I said as we approached my house "Ya...Jay..." "Hehe...what are you thinking about?" I asked. "Love. Again. Only this time I don't think I am in love..." he said I froze. WHAT? I thought. "...I don't think I am in love cuz I KNOW I am in love" he smiled. I loved his smile. I loved him. We both kinda laughed and walked into my house. Three days and Three nights ahead of us. This is my first time writing one of these stories. Please let me know what you think of this one. There could be more if the response is good. Thanks, Jay E-Mail: doo_wop@xoommail.com