Gay Erotic Stories

The Cross-Over This is an on-going story about three men in their prime. Arriving at mid-twenties and discovering the many problems realism has for them, they each take different roads in life to solve these situations. And how each move in their lives effect them and others. This is chapter one: - Characters: (these are real people but NOT REAL situations, so this story never happen…. sucks huh?) Matthew Keesler, Kevin Richardson, David Boreanaz, Saint Vicious, Ethan Hawke, Richard Ruccolo, Eddie Cibrian, Matt Damon, Jason Cook, Mark Wahlberg, Brian Littrell, Jared Leto, Robbie Williams, Adam Paskowitz, Nicholas Brendon, Ryan Reynolds, Justin Timberland, Nick Lachey Another thing, all these dudes probably won’t be in part one but they are all in the entire story line. Just thought you’d like to know Chapter 1 – Vapors The room was silent, thumping and screaming came from every side. Ideals met with the lights turned off and dust settling on the tacky mud colored curtains. The stiff bed was messed from a sleepless person. The TV glaring static into the empty room. A half eaten sandwich from someone with more then a hunger for food. The room had all the qualities of a sleazy hotel. Even the smell of past one-night stands was apparent. Then like night to day the room blasted with life. In a clumsy lust, Matt stumbles into his temporary home in a clutching, passionate kiss with another man. Not even sure if it’s the right room, he becomes the desperate pleasure hunter he consciously regrets. But for now, all he can feel is the need to have sex. The two slide to the adjacent wall still in the kiss slamming the door shut. Exploring the possibilities of each other, you wonder if they have even taken a breath yet. Making loud sounds like confined animals finally being released; they blend in with the rest of the hotel. As they get more excited, the other man starts sucking on Matt’s ear and pursuing his neck, with a tantalized Matt looking straightforward with a dazed glare at the maroon wallpaper. And the other man pushing Matt into the wall more and more, Matt picks him up by his strong thighs to a straddling position with out stopping. Matt in a dream world letting the other man do all the work, just thinking how he’s always wanted this. He proceeds to carry the young man over to the ruffled bed like a stern knight. The other man not even caring what is happening around him, and now focusing on Matt shoulders with one of his hands caressing his lips. They fall to the bed like a bomb and begin to move around more. Now with Matt on top he pins the other mans arms to the top of the bed and kisses him in a nurturing kind of way. And as his mouth leaves the man’s bottom full lip, they pause for once. Staring into each other’s brown eyes they realize what they are about to do, smiling; almost like a wire connecting the two making it feel right. And like the pieces to the puzzle they fight together in this time and place together. Now even more enraged by each other’s anticipation they go crazy. Ripping off each other’s expensive clothes, and not even taking the time to appreciate their beautiful and hard bodies. Limbs flaying around, moans and grunts, and in the excitement Matt knocks over the clock that reads 2:30 AM to the shag peach carpet. The backboard of the bed smacking against the stained wall, the other man has more of a fire and takes the lead. He enters Matt and a flow and agility of an amusement park ride, they take off. “Nothing can be better than this.” Matt grunts. “Ugrh.” The other man seems to be in his own world as well, not even paying attention to who he is doing. And they continue till they feel empty inside once again. But relieved, like all the pressure is gone. Both are lying, sweat glazed on the bed. Motionless, and feeling happy while they are near each other, Matt slowly moves his spent’ body around to the other man’s chiseled chest and rests his head upon him. With the other man responding by putting his muscular arm on top of Matt’s shoulders and chest as well. Just lying there staring at the rippled groves of the ceiling comfortably, they fall asleep. “Tingt! Bringt!” The broken red phone attempts to ring barely getting the attention of the two men on the sagging bed. Matt slowly shifts his arm from under the sleeping man next to him and searches for the phone on the fuzzy carpet. “Hello?” His voice cracks deeply. “Where the hell have you been!?!” Kevin is screaming on the other end of the phone. “I, I don’t want to talk about it right now – I’ve been sleeping forever.” Matt scrapes his tired body up and slouches on the headboard of the bed. “God damn-it! You better not be doing drugs again, I’m not going go through this ag -“ “I’m not, I’m not.” Matt interrupted Kevin trying to chill him out. Now rubbing his head from a newly discovered headache. “Where are you?” Trying to change the subject. “I’m in Australia doing a concert with the guys.” “That’s explains why you called me at…” Matt looks around for the clock on the ground, spotting it across the room. “4 AM” “Yeah, well I was worried, you were supposed to call me last night. I’m miss you and you don’t care.” Kevin, holding his cell phone in his hotel room sits down on a brown leather chair. Seeing that he has damage control, Matt starts to comfort Kevin as much as 4000 miles will let him. ** ** “I ain’t gonna go!” Saint Vicious is drunk again. “Look I told you to get the hell out of here now!” The barkeep was grabbing Saint’s white tank top with force. It looked like the two were about to brawl when Jared walked in and saw what was happening, again. He runs over and grabs Saint from behind and drags him out to the street. After throwing him on the pavement Jared runs back and gets two beers. Jared always calmed down Saint. He seemed to always be the good guy to everyone. Jared sat next to Saint and looks at him in disappointment. “Just what do you think you we’re doing?” “This place is shit, dude, fuck that –“ “Just stop it.” Jared knew Saint too well to ask that question; he just wanted him to change. Before Saint could say anything else. Jared gave him the stare and he knew not to start with him. So Saint just started drinking his bottleneck beer and laid back on the cold cement. Thinking to himself and getting dazed from glaring at the yellow streetlight above. Saint is a street punk from birth, where his birth took place is a mystery. He was always in trouble and always lost. No one wanted him, most just used him for a whore and left him to feel nothing. But Jared saw the adorable lost boy behind the gangster clothes. Somewhere in those crystal blue eyes lies kindness, and that’s why Saint has become the “little brother” of Jared ever since they met 2 years ago this June. It was at that neon vintage bar behind where they are sitting now. Saint stumbling into the Hazelnut Bar like a drunken preacher. Wearing a stolen tight black shirt and raggy blue jeans, slurring every word in his short vocabulary. And of course getting into a fight with the old management, with a fateful day of Jared being in town for a couple of days was sitting at Saints favorite booth. Starting from there, Jared took a liking to Saint. Taking him in, getting him a loose part-time job, and a very needed friendship. I think when Saint first saw Jared he instantly saw in his eyes what kind of man he was, and fell in love. “We gotta get out of here, well actually I’m leaving and you have to come with me.” Jared looks down to Saint in a quick abruption. “Where?” Saint lifts his shaved head from the hard ground getting a head rush. “Los Angeles, I got some stuff to do there.” And before he could say what, Saint felt the mental power of Jared again and just nodded. “Well, it’s not like I have shit to do here, know what I’m saying?” Saint lightly taps Jared’s blue plaid shirt with a loose fist while smirking. “I have stuff to do for you there as well – Also I have some people for you to meet.” “You’ do? Saint looking confused, “He actually wants me to go with him? He never cared before.” Saint thought to himself. “Look, we leave in two days, so just deal with it” Jared looking at Saint in an annoyance. – “Okay, okay I’m just worried about you, I mean you get in fights every week and you just don’t do anything, no offence.” Jared looks deeply into Saint’s eyes hoping he can understand. “So I think it’s best if we just get out of here, so – “He leaves it up to Saint hoping for an answer. “Well, dude, I wouldn’t just let you leave me here!” Saint just tries to lighten the mood up. They look at each other for a second then Jared rubs his blue jeans by the knee and pushes himself off the curb, then helping Saint. They walk down the street to their house. ** ** “Okay, I’ll see you next week. – I love you too, …night.” Matt hangs up the phone gently and slumps back on the bed, but more of a happy mood. Still physically tired he rests by resting his head between his crossed muscular arms just thinking. While his eyes search the dark room he notices the other man’s pants. He pulls himself to the edge of the bed and grabs them, taking the wallet out. “Nick Lachey.” He reads to himself while browsing the license quickly. Then he looks back to Nick and his glistening chestnut hair dreaming and smiles. **end of chapter one** If this didn’t make any sense, don’t worry, there is about 20 chapters, so at the end it all comes together.