Gay Erotic Stories

**There will be many, (I hope), stories in here. Only a few will be continued from each other. And, I will make sure to clearly state that in the summary or title. So, keep looking.** ***Please, send me all your comments, suggestions, pics, fantasies, encouragement, requests at: story_teller69@hotmail.com. But, keep in mind, all flames will be ignored, so don't waste your time.*** ****Now, on with the story. This story contains sex between two teenage boys. If this offends you in any way, shape or form, do not proceed.**** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Tay" by: Private Parts (c)1997 The tall ember sign shown high. "Macaroy Hotel" it read, the letters illuminating. The Macaroy Hotel was one of the most expensive and popular hotel's in Southern Florida. Just the place I wanted to be. I had been saving for months. I was getting migraines from my work in the city, and I deserved a break. My name is Jes, and I'm 18. I work for an electrical corporation in Gainesville, and the stress got to be so overpowering, I would find myself leaving early and going home two hours too early. Well, I strolled leisurely into the lobby of the Macaroy Hotel, carrying my black suitcbag over my shoulder. A man wearing a maroon jacket, black pants and a really dorky maroon hat, rushed up to me and said, "Let me take your baggage sir." "Oh, thank you." I said, not paying him any attention. No, I wasn't snooty, I was gazing around the room. It was immaculate. A dome ceiling with a mural painted in the inside, white columns, a fountain, and plush rugs. I strolled up to the main desk and placed my hat on the counter. "Yes, sir?" A tall, skinny man asked. He had blonde hair, and was about twenty-two or so. He was cute, but, not for me. "Uh...reservation for McKinsley. Jes." "Yes, Mr. McKingsly, here's your key, and your room number is 1026. Third floor." "Thank you." I took my baggage back from that man, "I can handle it," I said. I walked down the corridor, paintings lined the walls. When I reached the elevator, it opened. And, there stood Taylor Hanson. I almost fainted. This guy, standing right in front of me, had been the face I had jacked off to more times than I choose to speak of. "Hi," he said. "Hi." was all I could manage. "Liking your stay?" "Well, I just got here." I stepped into the elevator and set my baggage down on the floor." "My name is," he extended his hand. "Taylor, yeah, I know. I listen to your CD all the time. In fact, I have your CD with me now. I brought along my portable CD player." "That's cool. I had to get away from my brothers for a while. Sometimes, they can be a real pain in the ass. I decided to go down to the little recreation area. But, since your here, are you doing anything?" "Uh...not right now, why?" "Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go to your room and hang out?" "Yeah, I'd like that." * * * I slid the key in the lock and opened the door. A suite. Just what I've always wanted. "Hey, this looks like our room." Tay said. "Tay, I hafta go to the restroom real bad, so, you stay here, make your self at home. Mi casa es su casa." "Thanks." I went to the bathroom, did my business, and came out. When I entered the living room, Tay was sitting on the couch, shoes and socks off. Along with his over shirt. Now, he sat with his baggy denim shorts, white t-shirt and chokers. "What's your name?" Tay asked. "Jes." "OK, Jes...are you...?" "What?" "Well, I'm sure it's a very personal question. I was just wondering if you're..." "Gay?" "Yeah." "Yes, I am. Does that mean anything?" Tay walked over to me and placed his hand on my chest. "Nope." he stood up on his tip-toes and kissed me. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around him, as he did the same to me. I picked him up and carried him to the bed. I laid him down and bent over and kissed him. "Jes...strip me." he didn't have to tell me twice! I took his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. His body wasn't built, but he was far from chubby. He had a slight 6 pack, it was hard to see. I bent over again and licked his chest. Pausing every now and then to play with his nipples. I kissed my way down to his navel. I stuck my tongue in his belly-button and licked all over. His jean shorts tented. "Jes, you're making me so horny. Please, relieve me." I unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. Then, I slid them off of him. He was wearing plaid flannel boxers, and I removed those, too. His rod stuck straight up and I took it in my hand. I licked the underbelly of his penis and it spasmed. Then, I took the whole thing into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Then, Taylor began to make love to my face. Moving his hips up and down. Then, he gave a deep moan and blew his wad in my mouth. I swallowed every drop. I stood up, Tay sat up. He undid my jeans, and slid the off of me. My "lips" boxers dropped as well. My cock hung limp and Tay took it in his mouth. It expanded to it's full 7 inches. I bent and took Tay's 5 inch pole in my hand again. His light sprinkling of blonde hair tickled my hand. He began to moan, then I did. I could feel my climax approaching. Then, I blew my cum into his mouth. I would feel my dick pressed up against his throat, and he almost gagged on my cum. He stood up and we kissed. "How long are you here for?" I asked. "3 weeks. Why?" "Me, too. Maybe we could meet again some time." "I'd love that." "Great." we kissed again. A perfect first day. ***Remember! story_teller69@hotmail.com!!! Send me pics of celebs, of you, your fantasies, requests for upcoming stories, and... Please, e-mail me the Hanson who you'd like to read a story about next. I will be taking requests for 4 days. Then, the story will be written. Have fun!